short & horrific

Title: The Last Baker [8]
Author: shorthorror
Pairing: Brian Haner & Zachary Baker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This beautiful asshole just came around and started ruining everything for me. I was the last Baker, and I'd promised my father our name would not die with me.
Disclaimer: I am confident the readers can distinguish between what is real and what is fiction. I need not state the obvious.
Dedications: For everybody that took the time to comment on every part and give love and support consistently. This is what you've been waiting for my darlings ;)

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Brian made me drive all the way to my house to get towels and a blanket before we set off on foot for the beach. The sands were a mere five minute walk from my front door and we went there dragging along large beach towels and a balled up comforter that I never used. Brian and I went down to the shore line and spread out the blanket over the ground. We took off our shoes and socks, sinking our toes into the still warm sand. I almost forgot how great it was to feel the Californian beach beneath bare feet. I looked up at the luminescent moon and breathed deeply the salty air, relishing the gentle breeze. When I brought my gaze back down to sweep the land I saw Brian lifting his sleeveless T-shirt over his head. I couldn't stop watching even as he looked down to unbuckle his belt and slide it out of it's loops.

Brian's body was hard with carved muscle and decorated with the tattoos that had been kept hidden by fabric. He pushed his jeans off his slender hips and that's when I felt my crush's legitimacy arise and make it perfectly clear that I thought this man was breathtaking. I felt my teeth scrape against my lip rings as he kicked off his jeans and stood tall in only boxers. Brian's back sloped perfectly and ended, but that's not where my eyes stopped. I checked out his ass and suddenly felt a thrill spark my nerves like tiny electrical wires flailing madly inside of me. He was perky where he should have been, solid and incredibly fit. His shoulders looked broader now that they were bear and his formidable biceps bulged just a little bigger now that I was actually taking the time to look at Brian instead of only judging him.

"Well go on. Aren't you going to give me something to stare at?" Brian nodded at my clothing.

The waves washed over the shore every couple of seconds. I loved the sounds and the scent of the ocean only a few feet away. I looked out over the water, saw the way the water shimmered like black champagne beneath a chandelier that was the moon, and I sigh my last breath of resistance. Everything I had tried to build for myself was now slowly eroding. My pride that had once been so abundant, my self-respect and my promises to my Father. I was supposed to carry on the name Baker, but Brian was making it a little harder to want to day by day. This beautiful asshole had practically invaded my life, drove me batshit crazy and was now making me fall for him. If my father was in any sort of heaven, he would be smacking himself as I took off my shirt, allowing Brian to see most of me and all of the tattoos that had accumulated on my skin. I wasn't toned and dark like Brian, but I was damn sexy in my own unique sort of way. I had the crafted lips of a porcelain doll and the unnatural jade eyes with the thick dark lashes to match. My skin mixed perfectly with the shades of the moon. I took off my pants and stood on the opposite side of the blanket that Brian was on. Now we were both standing in our underwear, staring each other down, Brian with a smirk adorning his curvy lips.

"Coming?" Asked Brian.

I nodded and followed him to the edge of the shore where the sea foam lapped at the dark packed sand. The water felt a little cold as it washed above our ankles, but I knew I could adjust to the temperature. I had been swimming in this water my entire life. Brian stepped forward until he was knee deep and then turned back to me. He stooped down and pushed a small wave of water at me.

"Fuck off!" I cried laughingly, feeling the cold of the water make my skin prickle.

"Let's go Baker!" Brian called before he ran despite the resistance, diving with arms extended underneath the surface of the water. When he shot back up, beads of water flew off his hair as he shook his head.

I waded in and then dove under myself, the sound of crashing waves dying for only a few seconds as I glided through the moving water, my eyes closed tightly. I reached the surface and saw Brian a few yards away smiling like the Devil. The water lapped at his back and my eyes made a home in watching the tiny sparkling droplets of water slide down Brian's shapely contours. Odd how the ocean always made everybody seem ten times sexier.

Brian ducked low in the salt water and made his way back over to me, popping up again once he was a foot away. "Wanna play Marco Polo?"

I laughed with a cocked eyebrow. "In the ocean? That doesn't sound like a fair game at all."

"You know what isn't fair?" Brian asked quietly.

My heart skipped a beat when he lowered his voice to that purring whisper. He got so close to me, I could feel our abdomens brushing and my body filling up with lust laced adrenaline. I wished I could have blamed this on the alcohol we had consumed earlier, but he and I both knew I wasn't intoxicated. For the past few days Brian had been gradually building up his little game with me. Who knows? Perhaps he was nervous and had to casually gain the courage to start hitting on me? Or maybe this was what he was planning all along. Maybe he had been teasing me that day in the bakery. And maybe the dinner date wasn't something professional that he needed my help with. Finally, I could feel the enlightenment dawn. Brian Haner, the world's biggest brat, had a crush on the world's most spoiled little shit. Me.

"What's not fair?" I asked, surpressing a shudder when Brian's hands rose out of the water to slide up my arms.

"How hard it's been to make you realize that we like each other." Brian seemingly read from my mind.

I turned my face to hide the way my cheeks went hot with anxiousness and truth. My lips were stuck in a betraying smile.

"Y'know, I do really hate you. You're such an arrogant little bastard." I told Brian.

"And I wish that you would just go the fuck away. Because you're a fucking prick." Brian replied with an expression that contradicted his words completely.

"I knew from the first moment you walked into my office that you were going to ruin my life."

"And I knew that I was destroying myself by walking in there. But look where we are now. And look who you're with."

I nodded. I nodded because nothing made sense anymore. If I would just go along with this I wouldn't know where to expect myself ending up. So far I had completely disregarded any of my Baker instincts and wound up half naked in the ocean with my assistant chef standing before me, with the ocean's tears dripping down his sculpted pecs. Our eyes were locked with brown and green intensity. I could feel the heat rising, taste the anticipation on my stiff tongue. It was only a matter of time before one of us would be submitting ourselves to the other. By the way this day had gone, it now became painfully obvious something between us was going to change. But if it would be for better or for worse, I could not decide.

Brian tipped my chin up and stared lustfully at my lips. I could imagine the inviting glint of my rings making Brian's heart beat just as fast as mine was.

"Will you let me taste your lips again?" Brian asked, bringing his face ever closer to mine.

I felt like I was sweating as I went forth to attach my lips with Brian's. This was much different than our kiss on my front steps. Our breath mingled and there was a hell of a lot more movement. Brian pulled at my bottom lip, ran his tongue over my piercings and melted like a wax doll at my touch. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist, keeping him up so I could continue to feel his infamous smirk eating my own. His hands plaining all over my back made the hairs on my body stand on end. This was more than just an innocent kiss after a date. I was making out with him full force and going limp every time I felt his fingers slide over my hips.

Brian pulled our mouths apart suddenly, but kept hold of me. "Do you know how hard it's been to keep my hands off of you, Zack?"

I shook my head lazily and went for his mouth again. "Then don't stop touching."

"Mm, I won't." He said as he began backing me out of the water towards the shore where our blanket awaited in the sand.

I always thought the only thing I'd ever get from this guy was a headache. Turns out even somebody like me, who had been right their wholes lives could make a mistake. As Brian took me back to land, I felt my lust do something else besides drive me up the fucking wall. I was getting so hard for Brian that I knew this was it. This was me breaking. This was me letting Brian win, again.

We stumbled onto the shore, lips and tongues meeting together crashingly as our hands became woven tangles in each other's slick wet hair. I tripped and took Brian down with me onto the sand. I could feel the gritty particles sticking to my back and in my hair, but I didn't give a fuck. Especially when I sat up, Brian getting up on his knees and forced me to move backwards until we reached the dryness of the blanket.

"So tell me Zachary, is it true that you Italian men are packing more than just guns and boats of cocaine?" Brian asked me when we reached the center of the blanket and laid next to each other.

I smirked. "We don't pride ourselves over our Italian sausage for no reason."

Brian laughed but then grew quiet and serious again. "Show me?"

My cock was already twitchingly solid and Brian knew that. He wouldn't take his eyes away from my groin. Not until I indulged his big chocolate eyes.

I hesitantly went for the band of my boxers and pulled it down, watching Brian's face as his lips parted and his chest inflated with longing. Just the look on his face turned me on even more than I already was. I watched the way his eyes latched on hungrily to my erection and then dragged back up to meet mine. Brian licked his lips. "Goddamn it, you're so fuckin' hot."

"You can touch, if you want."

"Can I play with it?"

I twitched at the mere mention of the word 'play'. And when Brian reached down to wrap his fingers around my dick I could no longer think normally. I had never been in this situation where I was going absolutely nuts with sexual appetite. Sure, I'd had my fair share of intimate encounters, but nothing quite like this. Nothing like Brian Haner jacking me off on a blanket, on the beach beside the ocean that was underneath a night sky and the stars observing every time he gave my cock another firm stroke. This was almost way too dreamlike to be true. But the pleasurable shivers I got told me that this was very real. Brian's ragged breath reminded me that I was indeed conscious.

Brian looked up to kiss me again and instead of just allowing it, I kissed back hard and longingly. Brian let go of me and instead thread his fingers into my hair as we devoured each other's mouths. I could feel the grains of sand still stuck to mine and Brian's skin.

"Take me for a ride," Brian whispered against my lips. "On your cock."

Holy fuck. The words coming out of his mouth were filthier than anything I would have ever imagined him saying. It felt like we were two completely different people. We weren't arguing or calling each other names for once. Just two of a kind, driving each other mad with desire.

Brian rose up, using his arm as balance. I sat up after him, reattaching our lips and letting my palms compliment his soft tanned skin, caressing his hips as I pushed at his boxers. Mine were halfway down my thighs at this point so Brian pulled them off and tossed them to the top corner of the blanket.

"I always wondered how we'd end up fucking."

I laughed as his lips moved over mine and our tongues touched lusciously. "You had a plan the whole time, didn't you?"

Brian pulled away, cupping my face as he stared into my eyes. He was on his knees in front of me, boxers just barely hanging onto those portruding hipbones.

"Wasn't it obvious?"

I shook my head and whispered "No."

Brian shook his head too before leaning in to press a long, hard kiss to my swollen lips. "Take my boxers off." He commanded gently to which I was not pendulous to comply.

I gripped the damp plaid material and inched them down. They stuck to Brian's skin before his erection made a permanent road block. I reached in and pulled his cock out of his boxers so I could get them off of him and stop so I could be completely taken with Brian's naked body. He was flawlessly proportioned, his built torso narrowed into gorgeous hips that narrowed some more. Groomed pubic hair and finally the part of him I never thought I'd be admiring so, his dick which was just as impressive as mine, if not more.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip again when he brought his legs over me to bestride my hips. Our erections touched and I thought that might have been the end of me. I couldn't help moaning into his delicious kiss. Brian wrapped my arms around him as he stood back up on his knees.

"I want your dick," Brian told me. "Inside me. Now."

That was one demand I didn't have a problem with fulfilling. Brian watched when I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock and steadied myself so he could move into position. When I felt the head pressing against his closed entrance I moaned. This was already way too much to handle. I tried moving up, but he was so resistant that I felt if I pushed any harder I might just rip him right open.

"Come on Zacky, you're not gonna hurt me."

With his permission, I pushed half of myself up inside of him. His hole was already feeling scarily tight around me and I didn't want to move.

"What?" Brian asked.

"Nothing... you're just so damn tight. I don't want to hurt you."

Brian smirked cockily at me before dropping down onto my lap. I was buried inside of him to the hilt, the pressure was unbelievable. And when he started riding my lap I immediately lost my breath. My nerves tied themselves in knots and my blood started pumping until I could feel the heat in my gut start to warn me. Brian wasn't going to let me last long at all.

I bit down gently on Brian's neck and got a throaty growl in return. I gripped his hips as he bounced and moaned and said my name like he was hailing Mary. I had never seen Brian look so desperate, and this didn't help the fact that I was moments away from blowing the load of a lifetime. So to be fair, I took hold of Brian's cock and jacked him off relentlessly.

"Brian...Jesus Christ. Stop before I-"

"I don't care baby, just let go." He panted. "I'm close too."

I looked up at Brian's angular face as if he were the most merciful God. I thrust my hips up to see just how deep I could get. Apparently, Brian liked that. He started to moan and curse like a porn star every time he descended and I rose. The sounds of the ocean drowned out and all I could hear was Brian's feral sex noises. I couldn't smell the salt, I could only smell the delicious scent of his ebony hair as he wrapped his arms around me. I tasted his skin and his lips and tongue as we fucked harder with each passing second.

The tension in my groin peaked, and just as Brian slammed down on me, I felt like I couldn't withstand anymore pleasure, not if my life depended on it. Brian gave his last groan and came all over me, spilling warm cum down my wrist, forearm and stomach. I blew my load while I was all up in and let myself and Brian fall back onto the blanket, completely winded and totally spent. I let my arms wrap around his back. My chest heaved against Brian's.

"Shit Baker, you fuck better than you cook." Brian whispered in my ear before planting a lazy kiss on one of my flushed cheeks.

I couldn't answer. I couldn't even think. It seemed like we'd gone at it for hours, but when I laid on my back with Brian held close to me, I realized how quick it all passed by. His cum was still hot on my skin.

I shook my head with my eyes shut, before nuzzling against Brian's drying hair. "You make me do shit I would have never done before."

"You would have never fucked a guy?" Brian asked me.

I shrugged. "Not a guy like you."

Brian rose his face so our eyes could lock. "But you just did."

"Exactly." I concluded.

After Brian and I were calmly laying together for several minutes he got up and wordlessly lifted me to my feet. He picked up the towels and wrapped one around my waist, tucking the corner into the side of the towel so it didn't slip off my waist. As he wrapped a towel around himself, I wiped off the cum that was still stuck to my abs and picked up our dripping boxers. Brian balled up the sandy blanket again and without even saying any sort of goodbye to the beach, we left for my house.

I was thankful that it was late, for two guys in towels walking into a house would have been the slightest bit confusing.

"Where do you want me to put this blanket?" Brian asked me once I had turned on some lights in the house.

I didn't answer for a couple of seconds. I was much too busy taking in his after sex image. His hair was all disheveled and still slightly damp, his eyeliner smudged yet still held the dark aesthetic element that brought out the deep cocoa color of his eyes.

I took the blanket out of his arms. "Just go upstairs to my room. You can find some clothes while I put this stuff away."

Brian smiled before turning and making his way to the stairs. I strode past the living room to the basement door and opened it to toss the blanket and our wet boxers down the staircase carelessly. Tonight I wasn't concerning myself with keeping things clean. I just wanted to climb into bed and feel someone there beside me as we fell asleep.

When I walked into my room Brian was seated on my king sized bed, clad in a pair of my soft black cotton boxers. He had a pair waiting for me. I took them from him and went into the bathroom to put them on and brush my teeth as quick as I could manage. I needed to have nice breath if I was having someone in my bed tonight. Even though I still reeked like the sea, I figured it didn't matter since Brian smelled the same too.

"Ready for bed my little beach slut?" Brian asked me as I crawled onto the sleek satin bedspread.

I nodded and followed Brian under the covers. I was mentally, sexually and physically exhausted at that point. It had been a long day. One of the longest of my life. Perhaps one I'd been waiting for, or the one I'd been dreading. For I knew after this a lot of things would start changing. My life was taking a sudden and completely unforeseeable turn onto a road with many twists on it's way. And I used to be so organized. I used to have everything planned out. Everything was my way.

With Brian pressed close against me, I felt like I had lost the grip I had once had on my life and all the things within it. I was spinning out of control and I could be saved or I could just let go. But the question was...

Would I eventually crash and burn?