The Last Baker
Title: The Last Baker [11]
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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: To the people that have as much of a life as I do.
Prologue
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Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
I sat on my ass in front of my computer screen for hours just thinking as I played Motley Crue low over the speakers. I had logged onto my personal web base for Milan Verde and looked through the private list of employees. To my right was an updated folder of all of my worker's personal information. I had yet to put in the new information since I'd started the search for Greta's replacement. After that, getting caught up with the whole Brian thing gave me next to no time to do anything except go a little insane. There were only a few number changes, one address to change and then a new file to put it. Of course it was Brian's file. I fished his paper out of the thick stack of others and started scanning through his stats. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that Brian's middle name was Elwin. It made me feel better to know I had a cooler name than him.
I recognized his street to be located somewhere in the heart of the city. And below that his phone number was typed in standard black ink. I stared at it for a long period of time, wondering if I should call him and apologize for blowing up earlier that afternoon back in my office. Would he just laugh and hang up on me? Or would he listen to me and hopefully accept my apology? After all, I did like him... a little bit. At least he knew how to have a good time. He could cook smashingly. He dressed like a star and had the face of one too. With a sigh, I set down his paper. Fuck, Haner was getting to me. That little smirk of his always followed me. His quirks and the way his words dripped with unrelenting sarcasm.
Like the fucking idiot I was, I picked up the phone and dialed his number quickly. After the first ring I slammed the receiver back onto it's cradle, startled, my heart pumping acid. I was so afraid of Brian's reaction. What if he didn't want to talk to me anymore? Then I thought, who was I kidding? I was his boss, and we'd already fucked. Even worse than that, we had magnificent and passionate sex on the beaches of Southern California. Now I had to undo what I'd done, if not for that reason then for the fact that I wanted to prove I was not Daddy's little princess. I lifted it back up again and hit redial, this time readying myself to hear Brian's voice.
He answered after the fifth ring with a groggy yet demanding 'Hello'. I cleared my throat. "Ummm."
"Zack?" He caught on quite quickly.
"Uh, yeah. How did you know?" I asked.
"Caller display, and I had a feeling I'd be hearing from you." Brian replied. His voice sounded deeper on the phone.
"Why's that?" Came my predictable inquiry.
Brian sighed lightly. "I figured you were smart enough to realize your mistakes, and being the man that you are, you would have contacted me somehow to say that you're sorry and that you'd be delighted to take me out on a date tonight at seven o'clock. Also, you'd make it up to me by picking me up and driving me home."
I had to laugh. Brian had some twisted sense of humor. But I supposed I couldn't argue with that, nor did I want to. I figured it would be best to settle this the way he wanted to. "Fine. I'll be over in half an hour."
"I'll be waiting for you Zachary." Brian replied before he hung up, leaving the line a dead and forever moaning tone of absence.
I hung up the phone and went to go get dressed in something that was a little more becoming than a pair of faded black jeans and an old tshirt. I completely forgot about the files that needed to be added to the web base, but I decided that I could just do it when I got home from taking Brian out.
I threw open the doors of my closet and took a long, analyzing look at my collective wardrobe. Tags from Banana Republic and Armani caught my eye, but I wasn't sure on how formal I should show up as at Brian's place. I sifted through the varying dress shirts, three-quarter sleeves, sweaters and then T-shirts, finally settling on a printed shirt matched with one of my furry hooded sweaters and a pair of dry denim straight cuts that I bought in Hollywood but never wore for reasons unbeknownst to me. I got dressed and then moved into the bathroom where I ran some gel through my hair to give it some standing longevity. Brian wasn't the only one that could pull off spikes. Once satisfied with my reflection, I left my top floor, grabbed my car keys and my wallet and headed out the door.
The evening was warm and breezy, reminding me of the night Brian had taken me out for dinner, excusing it as being a professional get together, though now I knew what his true intentions had been. In a way, I was thankful. Granted, we had troubles getting along sometimes, I was growing ever more attracted to Brian. Longing for him to be at my side so I could have that half of me that was missing his enticing charisma, open attitude and brutal honesty. I was just talent hidden behind a cute face and money. I felt inadequate compared to Brian. Like my personality dwindled similar to a candle's flame whereas his was a blazing bonfire. I needed him to rekindle me.
The drive into town was fast, but I wasn't having an easy time finding Brian's place. The area he lived in was tightly rolled into a ball of dead end streets, hidden behind massive apartment buildings and finally, standing tall behind a guarded gate. He lived in a really fancy looking loft square. When I pulled up to the security box the guard asked who I was and who it was that I was visiting. I told him I was there to pick up Brian Haner. The guard then looked through some sheets of paper, nodding and humming to himself. Wordlessly, he did something inside his tiny little room so the gates unlocked and slid open. I was confused as to why I needed to go through a security gate to get to the building.
When I drove in I noticed Brian waiting outside the doors straight away. He was sitting on a stoned ledge that was upholding a vast array of shrubbery and the buds of closed flowers. I felt my lips curl into a smile as I pulled up beside him. He opened the door and got in.
"Hey, how are you?" I asked him.
"Good." Brian replied. "How did security treat you?"
"Okay I guess. Why is there a guard here anyway?" I asked out of curiosity.
I drove away from the building, approaching the opening gate and then pulled out onto the road again.
"It's an artist loft. Nobody wants their place getting broken into. Some jackass might steal our uncopyrighted work and publish it as their own." Said Brian.
"Makes sense." I nodded.
Brian was quick to change the subject. "So, where are you taking me?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, wherever you want."
"What kind of man are you? You're supposed to have the date planned out beforehand." Brian said with a chuckle.
"I thought that only applied when you take a girl out." I remarked.
Brian groaned with a roll of his chocolate eyes. "Again with the girl thing. Why are you so sexist?"
"I'm not sexist in the least bit!" I exclaimed. "I'm just not used to... well, to taking guys out on dates."
"Well if it's really up to me, I'm up for renting movies and going back to my place."
My eyes widened at his suggestion. "No fancy restaurant? Horseback Riding? Wine Tasting?"
Brian focused those deep eyes on me knowingly. "Zack, you don't have to impress me with your money. Sometimes, all it takes to apologize is to do something meaningful for the person you hurt."
"So you admit that I hurt you?"
"Yes, today you did. Why? Is that something to be proud of?" Brian asked me sternly.
"No! I just thought," I paused for a brief moment of silence. "I thought Brian Haner was impenetrable."
"Well Zachary, even the strongest looking people have feelings." He outsmarted me once again.
We found a movie rental place, parked and then went inside on a search for a few watchable movies. Both of us made a turn into the horror section, where there were long shelves of alphabetized classic thrillers and scary movies I grew up watching. Titles like 'Dracula' caught my eye, but I just followed Brian and his shifting eyes.
"I say we get something old, something new and something neither of us have seen before." Brian said.
"Sure," I replied. "Anything you want."
We searched through the shelves for quite some time until I landed upon Stephen King's 'It'. I picked it up and handed it to Brian. He only smiled when he saw the title and pressed on through the aisles and aisles of movies. The smell of fresh popcorn tempted me into buying a box and some Salt and Vinegar popcorn seasoning while Brian chose two other movies. I didn't care what they were, I was just hoping this would set things right between us.
Brian found me at the front and I offered to pay for the movies so we could get out of there quick. Brian watched as I pulled out my credit card and stood there impatiently as the clerk swiped it through and placed our movies in a plastic bag along with the popcorn I was craving. Brian observed smilingly and once we were on our way out, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders until we reached my car.
"So, what are your plans for the future?" Brian asked me once we were on the road yet again.
I looked at him briefly. "What do you mean?"
"Well you're too young to be finished now. What do you want to do in the future? Do you want marriage and kids or something bigger than the restaurant you have?"
I pondered for a moment. "Well, it was always my dad's wish for me to have a family, because I was his only son. The only one who could carry on our name. But right now it's..."
"It's what?" Brian asked.
"It's not looking good." I said lowly.
"How come?"
"Well in case you haven't noticed, I can't really get myself into girls." Said I admittedly.
"Why? You afraid of pussy?" Brian snickered.
I frowned at him. "I'm terrified of women. My dad told me that most of the female population will only want to get with me because of my money. Only a slight percentage of me will actually feel something towards me besides the need to blow my cash on material things."
"What makes you think that he was right about that?" Asked Brian.
"My father was usually right about everything." I said wistfully, wishing that for just one moment, I could speak with him again.
"You sound like you really need to let him go and start living your own life." Brian remarked.
My mouth dropped. "It's only natural for a man to want to honor his father's dying wish."
"But, you said that your quest to find this mystical fantasy woman isn't going well. Besides, You're your own person. If you don't want to have a family with a girl then don't. The only way you can live a happy life is if you live it the way you want to." Brian told me, before rubbing my shoulder as I steered.
"I don't know Brian..."
"It's just something to think about," Brian replied. "I know I don't wanna spend my whole life with a chick, that's for sure."
I gazed over at Brian, meeting his eyes in an intensive stare. I could have been wrong but I suspected Brian was telling me he was only into guys. He did seem pretty knowledgeable when it came to the male anatomy. I thought back to the morning after he slept over and the amazing blowjob I'd received from him. It was too skilled to be his first. Way too skilled.
Once we had arrived at Brian's place he gave me a tour of his penthouse. The place consisted of two floors bedecked in expensive looking chairs, sofas and love seats. His kitchen was one to cause jealousy. It was massive and had a wide arrangement of different utensils and counter space to die for. The walls were all standard red brick, but it served well in the contemporary style of an artsy building. Every sliver of furniture in the place had Brian's name written all over it. It was fitting to him in every way. What with the high rise walls and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Huntington, the black couch covers and clever vases holding spiraling bamboo shoots.
Brian took me down the open stairs and around the corner to a place he liked to call 'The Cinema'. I wondered why until I watched him press the power button on a small chrome box. It was a projector, and on the wall a fifty inch television screen cast it's colors with flawless solidity and resolution.
"That's neat." I remarked.
"Thanks. I've grown rather fond of it myself." Brian smirked.
"So which movie are we watching first?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter. I'm hoping we won't be getting too far into the first one anyway." Said Brian.
I cocked an eyebrow. "What are you trying to say?"
Brian folded his arms with a sigh. "Well, we can have sex now and then settle down and watch some movies, or we can put one on right away and put ourselves through the awkwardness of thigh rubbing and the hand holding that will eventually lead to us banging anyway. Id rather we take the easy way out."
I could not suppress a giggle. "You had this planned out already didn't you?"
Brian tapped the side of his head. "I'm always two steps ahead."
I decided to give my own little sharp jab into this game of flirting. "Then why aren't you getting naked then?"
Brian didn't say anything else to me. He let his fiercely deep eyes do the talking as he lifted the hem of his shirt up and over his head. Once more, I was spellbound by Brian's perfectly tanned body. His shoulders were broad, strong looking and had the hard muscular curve that gave his upper body that desirable bulk, whereas his waist was narrow and slim. I envied his figure, wishing I could look as good as he did.
"I can feel you getting hard from here." Brian laughed quietly before he climbed onto my lap.
In an instant, I found myself caressing every inch of Brian's exposed skin from his shoulders to the small of his back. He was unbelievably soft everywhere my fingers traced. It felt like silk was woven into every fibre of his gorgeous exterior. He felt just as good as he looked, and he kissed sweeter than a butterfly to a rose. I lost myself in the way his lips treated me. Brushing over mine beautifully, all the while working towards that open-mouthed kiss of heated passion and lust. But before our salacious touching and kissing could progress, Brian pulled away.
"Now, do you think this isn't supposed to happen? Because if you don't want me, let me know now. I know you don't like to waste time."
I shook my head fervently. "No. No. I want you... so bad right now."
Brian smiled. "Have it your way then."
Author:
shorthorrorPairing: 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: To the people that have as much of a life as I do.
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
I sat on my ass in front of my computer screen for hours just thinking as I played Motley Crue low over the speakers. I had logged onto my personal web base for Milan Verde and looked through the private list of employees. To my right was an updated folder of all of my worker's personal information. I had yet to put in the new information since I'd started the search for Greta's replacement. After that, getting caught up with the whole Brian thing gave me next to no time to do anything except go a little insane. There were only a few number changes, one address to change and then a new file to put it. Of course it was Brian's file. I fished his paper out of the thick stack of others and started scanning through his stats. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that Brian's middle name was Elwin. It made me feel better to know I had a cooler name than him.
I recognized his street to be located somewhere in the heart of the city. And below that his phone number was typed in standard black ink. I stared at it for a long period of time, wondering if I should call him and apologize for blowing up earlier that afternoon back in my office. Would he just laugh and hang up on me? Or would he listen to me and hopefully accept my apology? After all, I did like him... a little bit. At least he knew how to have a good time. He could cook smashingly. He dressed like a star and had the face of one too. With a sigh, I set down his paper. Fuck, Haner was getting to me. That little smirk of his always followed me. His quirks and the way his words dripped with unrelenting sarcasm.
Like the fucking idiot I was, I picked up the phone and dialed his number quickly. After the first ring I slammed the receiver back onto it's cradle, startled, my heart pumping acid. I was so afraid of Brian's reaction. What if he didn't want to talk to me anymore? Then I thought, who was I kidding? I was his boss, and we'd already fucked. Even worse than that, we had magnificent and passionate sex on the beaches of Southern California. Now I had to undo what I'd done, if not for that reason then for the fact that I wanted to prove I was not Daddy's little princess. I lifted it back up again and hit redial, this time readying myself to hear Brian's voice.
He answered after the fifth ring with a groggy yet demanding 'Hello'. I cleared my throat. "Ummm."
"Zack?" He caught on quite quickly.
"Uh, yeah. How did you know?" I asked.
"Caller display, and I had a feeling I'd be hearing from you." Brian replied. His voice sounded deeper on the phone.
"Why's that?" Came my predictable inquiry.
Brian sighed lightly. "I figured you were smart enough to realize your mistakes, and being the man that you are, you would have contacted me somehow to say that you're sorry and that you'd be delighted to take me out on a date tonight at seven o'clock. Also, you'd make it up to me by picking me up and driving me home."
I had to laugh. Brian had some twisted sense of humor. But I supposed I couldn't argue with that, nor did I want to. I figured it would be best to settle this the way he wanted to. "Fine. I'll be over in half an hour."
"I'll be waiting for you Zachary." Brian replied before he hung up, leaving the line a dead and forever moaning tone of absence.
I hung up the phone and went to go get dressed in something that was a little more becoming than a pair of faded black jeans and an old tshirt. I completely forgot about the files that needed to be added to the web base, but I decided that I could just do it when I got home from taking Brian out.
I threw open the doors of my closet and took a long, analyzing look at my collective wardrobe. Tags from Banana Republic and Armani caught my eye, but I wasn't sure on how formal I should show up as at Brian's place. I sifted through the varying dress shirts, three-quarter sleeves, sweaters and then T-shirts, finally settling on a printed shirt matched with one of my furry hooded sweaters and a pair of dry denim straight cuts that I bought in Hollywood but never wore for reasons unbeknownst to me. I got dressed and then moved into the bathroom where I ran some gel through my hair to give it some standing longevity. Brian wasn't the only one that could pull off spikes. Once satisfied with my reflection, I left my top floor, grabbed my car keys and my wallet and headed out the door.
The evening was warm and breezy, reminding me of the night Brian had taken me out for dinner, excusing it as being a professional get together, though now I knew what his true intentions had been. In a way, I was thankful. Granted, we had troubles getting along sometimes, I was growing ever more attracted to Brian. Longing for him to be at my side so I could have that half of me that was missing his enticing charisma, open attitude and brutal honesty. I was just talent hidden behind a cute face and money. I felt inadequate compared to Brian. Like my personality dwindled similar to a candle's flame whereas his was a blazing bonfire. I needed him to rekindle me.
The drive into town was fast, but I wasn't having an easy time finding Brian's place. The area he lived in was tightly rolled into a ball of dead end streets, hidden behind massive apartment buildings and finally, standing tall behind a guarded gate. He lived in a really fancy looking loft square. When I pulled up to the security box the guard asked who I was and who it was that I was visiting. I told him I was there to pick up Brian Haner. The guard then looked through some sheets of paper, nodding and humming to himself. Wordlessly, he did something inside his tiny little room so the gates unlocked and slid open. I was confused as to why I needed to go through a security gate to get to the building.
When I drove in I noticed Brian waiting outside the doors straight away. He was sitting on a stoned ledge that was upholding a vast array of shrubbery and the buds of closed flowers. I felt my lips curl into a smile as I pulled up beside him. He opened the door and got in.
"Hey, how are you?" I asked him.
"Good." Brian replied. "How did security treat you?"
"Okay I guess. Why is there a guard here anyway?" I asked out of curiosity.
I drove away from the building, approaching the opening gate and then pulled out onto the road again.
"It's an artist loft. Nobody wants their place getting broken into. Some jackass might steal our uncopyrighted work and publish it as their own." Said Brian.
"Makes sense." I nodded.
Brian was quick to change the subject. "So, where are you taking me?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, wherever you want."
"What kind of man are you? You're supposed to have the date planned out beforehand." Brian said with a chuckle.
"I thought that only applied when you take a girl out." I remarked.
Brian groaned with a roll of his chocolate eyes. "Again with the girl thing. Why are you so sexist?"
"I'm not sexist in the least bit!" I exclaimed. "I'm just not used to... well, to taking guys out on dates."
"Well if it's really up to me, I'm up for renting movies and going back to my place."
My eyes widened at his suggestion. "No fancy restaurant? Horseback Riding? Wine Tasting?"
Brian focused those deep eyes on me knowingly. "Zack, you don't have to impress me with your money. Sometimes, all it takes to apologize is to do something meaningful for the person you hurt."
"So you admit that I hurt you?"
"Yes, today you did. Why? Is that something to be proud of?" Brian asked me sternly.
"No! I just thought," I paused for a brief moment of silence. "I thought Brian Haner was impenetrable."
"Well Zachary, even the strongest looking people have feelings." He outsmarted me once again.
We found a movie rental place, parked and then went inside on a search for a few watchable movies. Both of us made a turn into the horror section, where there were long shelves of alphabetized classic thrillers and scary movies I grew up watching. Titles like 'Dracula' caught my eye, but I just followed Brian and his shifting eyes.
"I say we get something old, something new and something neither of us have seen before." Brian said.
"Sure," I replied. "Anything you want."
We searched through the shelves for quite some time until I landed upon Stephen King's 'It'. I picked it up and handed it to Brian. He only smiled when he saw the title and pressed on through the aisles and aisles of movies. The smell of fresh popcorn tempted me into buying a box and some Salt and Vinegar popcorn seasoning while Brian chose two other movies. I didn't care what they were, I was just hoping this would set things right between us.
Brian found me at the front and I offered to pay for the movies so we could get out of there quick. Brian watched as I pulled out my credit card and stood there impatiently as the clerk swiped it through and placed our movies in a plastic bag along with the popcorn I was craving. Brian observed smilingly and once we were on our way out, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders until we reached my car.
"So, what are your plans for the future?" Brian asked me once we were on the road yet again.
I looked at him briefly. "What do you mean?"
"Well you're too young to be finished now. What do you want to do in the future? Do you want marriage and kids or something bigger than the restaurant you have?"
I pondered for a moment. "Well, it was always my dad's wish for me to have a family, because I was his only son. The only one who could carry on our name. But right now it's..."
"It's what?" Brian asked.
"It's not looking good." I said lowly.
"How come?"
"Well in case you haven't noticed, I can't really get myself into girls." Said I admittedly.
"Why? You afraid of pussy?" Brian snickered.
I frowned at him. "I'm terrified of women. My dad told me that most of the female population will only want to get with me because of my money. Only a slight percentage of me will actually feel something towards me besides the need to blow my cash on material things."
"What makes you think that he was right about that?" Asked Brian.
"My father was usually right about everything." I said wistfully, wishing that for just one moment, I could speak with him again.
"You sound like you really need to let him go and start living your own life." Brian remarked.
My mouth dropped. "It's only natural for a man to want to honor his father's dying wish."
"But, you said that your quest to find this mystical fantasy woman isn't going well. Besides, You're your own person. If you don't want to have a family with a girl then don't. The only way you can live a happy life is if you live it the way you want to." Brian told me, before rubbing my shoulder as I steered.
"I don't know Brian..."
"It's just something to think about," Brian replied. "I know I don't wanna spend my whole life with a chick, that's for sure."
I gazed over at Brian, meeting his eyes in an intensive stare. I could have been wrong but I suspected Brian was telling me he was only into guys. He did seem pretty knowledgeable when it came to the male anatomy. I thought back to the morning after he slept over and the amazing blowjob I'd received from him. It was too skilled to be his first. Way too skilled.
Once we had arrived at Brian's place he gave me a tour of his penthouse. The place consisted of two floors bedecked in expensive looking chairs, sofas and love seats. His kitchen was one to cause jealousy. It was massive and had a wide arrangement of different utensils and counter space to die for. The walls were all standard red brick, but it served well in the contemporary style of an artsy building. Every sliver of furniture in the place had Brian's name written all over it. It was fitting to him in every way. What with the high rise walls and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Huntington, the black couch covers and clever vases holding spiraling bamboo shoots.
Brian took me down the open stairs and around the corner to a place he liked to call 'The Cinema'. I wondered why until I watched him press the power button on a small chrome box. It was a projector, and on the wall a fifty inch television screen cast it's colors with flawless solidity and resolution.
"That's neat." I remarked.
"Thanks. I've grown rather fond of it myself." Brian smirked.
"So which movie are we watching first?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter. I'm hoping we won't be getting too far into the first one anyway." Said Brian.
I cocked an eyebrow. "What are you trying to say?"
Brian folded his arms with a sigh. "Well, we can have sex now and then settle down and watch some movies, or we can put one on right away and put ourselves through the awkwardness of thigh rubbing and the hand holding that will eventually lead to us banging anyway. Id rather we take the easy way out."
I could not suppress a giggle. "You had this planned out already didn't you?"
Brian tapped the side of his head. "I'm always two steps ahead."
I decided to give my own little sharp jab into this game of flirting. "Then why aren't you getting naked then?"
Brian didn't say anything else to me. He let his fiercely deep eyes do the talking as he lifted the hem of his shirt up and over his head. Once more, I was spellbound by Brian's perfectly tanned body. His shoulders were broad, strong looking and had the hard muscular curve that gave his upper body that desirable bulk, whereas his waist was narrow and slim. I envied his figure, wishing I could look as good as he did.
"I can feel you getting hard from here." Brian laughed quietly before he climbed onto my lap.
In an instant, I found myself caressing every inch of Brian's exposed skin from his shoulders to the small of his back. He was unbelievably soft everywhere my fingers traced. It felt like silk was woven into every fibre of his gorgeous exterior. He felt just as good as he looked, and he kissed sweeter than a butterfly to a rose. I lost myself in the way his lips treated me. Brushing over mine beautifully, all the while working towards that open-mouthed kiss of heated passion and lust. But before our salacious touching and kissing could progress, Brian pulled away.
"Now, do you think this isn't supposed to happen? Because if you don't want me, let me know now. I know you don't like to waste time."
I shook my head fervently. "No. No. I want you... so bad right now."
Brian smiled. "Have it your way then."
heh heh heh heh. *shakes head*