Stendan :)
Something’s up with Brendan. He won’t admit it but he keeps jolting awake, covered in sweat and panting (and it’s nothing to do with us fucking for hours beforehand). Last night was a particularly bad one. I don’t think he realises it but he keeps thrashing around and shouting about his dad leaving him alone. I know his dad beat him as a child but this is something a little deeper. Every time he wakes up I’m there to hold him and rock him back to sleep. He’s my whole world and I’m not going to let anyone hurt him. He’s been taking bullets for me since the day we met, it’s about time I did the same.
He heads to work every morning like the night terrors never happened and everyone sees him as the man to be afraid of. The bad guy. I see the frightened child within him and I have to let him know he can tell me anything. I have to stay close to him but I don’t want to smother him too so I have to get the balance just right. I go to the club to give him his lunch and find him on the phone, pacing the club. I patiently wait for him to hang up and I hand him his lunch.
“Well Stephen that was very thoughtful of you but there is something else you could do for me?” He says and he leans in whispering the dirtiest and sexiest idea ever, so much so my cock twitches at the thought of it.
“What? Here and now?” I ask
“Well there’s no one around” He says giving a little grin
I start tugging at my shirt, my mind so clouded with passion that I can’t remember why I was in the club in the first place.
Brendan has his shirt open, his trousers and pants around his ankle and he has me pinned against the bar. He’s kissing me roughly and passionately, just the way I like it. We have no lube of any sort and no condoms but this doesn’t deter Brendan and he slowly eases inside me, working up a rhythm. It doesn’t take a lot for the two of us to be so close to coming. My body shakes as I let go. It hits up Brendan’s stomach and he moans. Just as he’s about to come there’s a hand on Brendan’s shoulder and he’s thrown onto the floor. Passion gone I stare at the mysterious figure. Seamus!
“So Brenda, this is how you bring shame on ya ol’ da is it?”
Did he just call him Brenda?
“ANSWER ME BRENDA! I was right, you’re nothing but a dirty, little faggot!” He sneers, kicking him in the ribs so hard he winds Brendan. “You never could defend yourself Brenda, all those times I hit you, you never once hit back and when I tried to make you a man, what did you do Brenda? You cried! All those nights you lay awake crying because…”
“You mean when you raped me da?” Brendan says in the quietest of voices he staggers to his feet holding his side and he spit’s a little bit of blood! “What sort of man rapes a child repeatedly da?”
Brendan’s eyes meet mine and the look just breaks my heart. I know what I have to do even though I’m terrified. I silently pick up the stool and whack it across the back of Seamus’ head. He falls to the ground like the sack of shit he is. He lays on the floor bleeding and Brendan falls to his knees and I hold him close whilst he cries.
“Oh Brendan why didn’t you tell me?” I whisper.
“I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t want to relive it and I never wanted you to hurt. He is the reason I am the way I am, the reason I hurt the one I love the most. He’s the reason I hurt you Stephen and I am so, so sorry!”
I pull him closer and rock him gently as he continues to cry. “Sssh, it’s ok, it’ll all be over soon” I say as soothingly as possible.
“How? He’s just gonna come round and beat the crap out of us both.”
“What if he doesn’t wake up?”
Brendan gave a little snort through his sniffles. “Oh Stephen, I love you but you wouldn’t have killed him with one hit. You’re not exactly my Mr Universe are you?”
I hold him at arms length and look him in the eyes. “Do you want him to wake up?”
“No, but he’s gonna”
“If you don’t want him to wake up he doesn’t have to” I say speaking slowly and clearly.
“I vowed that for you Stephen I’d never kill again.”
“I’m giving you permission, just this once. I’ll help you” I say standing up and looking around.
“Oh Stephen, I love you and I’m not letting you get caught up in this. I’ll deal with it. Now go home and remember, you’re my alibi. We were at the flat all afternoon just in case we get asked.”
I give him one big hug and a kiss before walking back to the flat.
Brendan returns an hour or so later and he nods at me. He never mentioned anything to me and we both continued living as if Seamus had never showed up. Cheryl was the only one to question his whereabouts but Brendan and I told her that he went back to Ireland because he was so ashamed of our love. Cheryl said she had no need for anyone in her life who felt that way about her brother. No one questioned us any further.
Brendan fell fast asleep and I lay in bed looking at him. He has the slightest smile on his lips and I know now that Brendan’s free from his devils for good.
He heads to work every morning like the night terrors never happened and everyone sees him as the man to be afraid of. The bad guy. I see the frightened child within him and I have to let him know he can tell me anything. I have to stay close to him but I don’t want to smother him too so I have to get the balance just right. I go to the club to give him his lunch and find him on the phone, pacing the club. I patiently wait for him to hang up and I hand him his lunch.
“Well Stephen that was very thoughtful of you but there is something else you could do for me?” He says and he leans in whispering the dirtiest and sexiest idea ever, so much so my cock twitches at the thought of it.
“What? Here and now?” I ask
“Well there’s no one around” He says giving a little grin
I start tugging at my shirt, my mind so clouded with passion that I can’t remember why I was in the club in the first place.
Brendan has his shirt open, his trousers and pants around his ankle and he has me pinned against the bar. He’s kissing me roughly and passionately, just the way I like it. We have no lube of any sort and no condoms but this doesn’t deter Brendan and he slowly eases inside me, working up a rhythm. It doesn’t take a lot for the two of us to be so close to coming. My body shakes as I let go. It hits up Brendan’s stomach and he moans. Just as he’s about to come there’s a hand on Brendan’s shoulder and he’s thrown onto the floor. Passion gone I stare at the mysterious figure. Seamus!
“So Brenda, this is how you bring shame on ya ol’ da is it?”
Did he just call him Brenda?
“ANSWER ME BRENDA! I was right, you’re nothing but a dirty, little faggot!” He sneers, kicking him in the ribs so hard he winds Brendan. “You never could defend yourself Brenda, all those times I hit you, you never once hit back and when I tried to make you a man, what did you do Brenda? You cried! All those nights you lay awake crying because…”
“You mean when you raped me da?” Brendan says in the quietest of voices he staggers to his feet holding his side and he spit’s a little bit of blood! “What sort of man rapes a child repeatedly da?”
Brendan’s eyes meet mine and the look just breaks my heart. I know what I have to do even though I’m terrified. I silently pick up the stool and whack it across the back of Seamus’ head. He falls to the ground like the sack of shit he is. He lays on the floor bleeding and Brendan falls to his knees and I hold him close whilst he cries.
“Oh Brendan why didn’t you tell me?” I whisper.
“I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t want to relive it and I never wanted you to hurt. He is the reason I am the way I am, the reason I hurt the one I love the most. He’s the reason I hurt you Stephen and I am so, so sorry!”
I pull him closer and rock him gently as he continues to cry. “Sssh, it’s ok, it’ll all be over soon” I say as soothingly as possible.
“How? He’s just gonna come round and beat the crap out of us both.”
“What if he doesn’t wake up?”
Brendan gave a little snort through his sniffles. “Oh Stephen, I love you but you wouldn’t have killed him with one hit. You’re not exactly my Mr Universe are you?”
I hold him at arms length and look him in the eyes. “Do you want him to wake up?”
“No, but he’s gonna”
“If you don’t want him to wake up he doesn’t have to” I say speaking slowly and clearly.
“I vowed that for you Stephen I’d never kill again.”
“I’m giving you permission, just this once. I’ll help you” I say standing up and looking around.
“Oh Stephen, I love you and I’m not letting you get caught up in this. I’ll deal with it. Now go home and remember, you’re my alibi. We were at the flat all afternoon just in case we get asked.”
I give him one big hug and a kiss before walking back to the flat.
Brendan returns an hour or so later and he nods at me. He never mentioned anything to me and we both continued living as if Seamus had never showed up. Cheryl was the only one to question his whereabouts but Brendan and I told her that he went back to Ireland because he was so ashamed of our love. Cheryl said she had no need for anyone in her life who felt that way about her brother. No one questioned us any further.
Brendan fell fast asleep and I lay in bed looking at him. He has the slightest smile on his lips and I know now that Brendan’s free from his devils for good.