The Last Baker
Title: The Last Baker [13]
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: Whoever feels like they're lost and have nowhere to go but down.
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Nine
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Eleven
Twelve
The loud sound of vacuuming woke me up early the next morning. I wondered as I rubbed at my eyes in annoyance why Brian was up with a vacuum running. I tried shifting over on his bed but then realized I was still being weighed down by something. I wrapped my arms around it and noticed that it was Brian still asleep on top of me. But the sound was getting louder and louder by the second.
I opened my eyes to the blinding light coming in from the bay windows and shut them again tightly, wishing the sun to go back down and for that fucking sound to stop. I groaned dramatically as the obnoxious hum of a vacuum forever increased until it came up right beside me. I looked to the side and what I saw then made me scream and help jolt Brian out of his deadweight sleep.
The woman with the vacuum screamed too and dropped the cleaning device so it fell back face up, making even more noise than it was before when it woke me up. Brian sat upright and looked around, seeing me scrambling to cover myself and the short woman in the pink floral dress still screaming as the both of us awoke.
"Would you turn that fucking thing OFF!?" I yelled.
Brian grasped the cord of the vacuum, gave it a sharp tug and finally the thing died.
"Jo Ann! How many times do I have to tell you! Don't come into my room in the morning!" Brian yelled at the frightened Asian lady.
My face was on fire. I didn't like thinking that this woman had just wandered in and saw us naked, laying all over each other. We weren't even under blankets which might have made the whole situation at least a little better.
"Sorry! So Sorry Mr. Haner!" She said, bowing her head and leaving the room as quick as she could.
Once she was gone I glared at Brian, who turned his head to meet my eyes. "What. The. Fuck was that?" I asked him.
Brian began laughing when the vacuum started to move, as though being pulled by it's cord from around the corner. I watched the vacuum inch away and eventually disappear, my jaw wired open as Brian chuckled.
"Brian... who the fuck is that?" I asked in a harsh whisper.
"That's just Jo Ann, my cleaning lady." Brian said, laughter still ringing in his voice
"And she just comes into your room in the morning like that? Even when you have naked guys in bed with you?" I asked.
"No, she's not supposed to, but she's not very good with English. Half the time she has no idea what I'm talking about."
I exhaled heavily as I felt my heart returning to it's normal pace. "Well, can you get my clothes? I don't know where you threw them."
Brian giggled again before he leaned over and cupped the side of my face, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Okay, just stay here you sack of nerves."
I frowned as Brian got off the bed and left to find our clothes. I imagined they were somewhere strewn along the open halls of his loft apartment or somewhere in the living room perhaps. I looked around the bed and saw that my boxers and pants had vanished from the floor. And I could have bet money that Brian had taken them off and left them around the bed.
After a few moments Brian returned, still naked and not holding an armful of my clothing like I had expected.
"Where are they?" I asked.
"I think Jo Ann might have taken them."
"WHAT?" I cried.
"She's just going to wash them and then she'll drop off the laundry this afternoon." Brian told me.
"No! She can't wash those jeans. They're not supposed to be washed! They're supposed to be dry cleaned!" I exclaimed.
"Why does it matter?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow in confusion.
"Because! They're specially dyed so they won't fade."
Brian crossed his arms. "Are they really that important? Like how many pairs of jeans do you have?"
"That's not the point. I really like those jeans and they're going to get ruined!"
Brian padded over to where I was sitting on the edge of his bed. Surprisingly, I didn't find it even slightly weird that we were both still naked, just accepted it as I looked up at him. Brian bent over and grasped my chin possessively. He pushed his lips against mine in a forceful kiss. I got lost for a moment when his tongue brushed over my lip rings soothingly. I could do nothing but sigh into our lip lock and kiss him back until he pulled away.
"If they really mean that much to you, then I'll buy you a new pair. Okay?" Brian said quietly.
"But I got them in L.A. for two hundred bucks."
"Oh for fuck's sake Zack! You're such a spoiled little brat! Who fucking cares about a pair of pants!"
My eyebrows knit together in anger. "I fucking care about a pair of pants! I bought them because I saw them and I loved them and wanted them! They looked very good on me!"
Brian placed his hands on his hips, glaring at me like I was a little kid that had gotten into something I shouldn't have. Suddenly he walked away and I was left to sit on his bed alone, still naked and now confused.
"Brian?" I called out.
I didn't hear him for a long time until I picked out the shuffle of his feet on the carpet. When he turned the corner into the room I saw that he had an armful of jeans. He peered over the mountain of denim and spotted me in the same position he'd left me in. Before I knew it, Brian threw the pile at me.
"Take your fucking pick. I've got hundreds of them." Brian said.
I wanted to be angry at Brian, I really did. But the thought of him gathering all of his jeans and throwing them at me was the funniest thing to happen all day so far. I tried narrowing my eyes at him but only ended up laughing. Brian stood there watching with his arms crossed, making an attempt to not crack a smile. His reserve held strong until I fell back in laughter, the jeans still all over me.
"Come on Zack," Brian said, covering his mouth. "Pick one of them goddamn it."
I threw a pair of balled up jeans at Brian. "You're too fucking much Haner. Get me some underwear."
After Brian and I both dressed, I joined him in the kitchen to make breakfast. I hadn't a clue what as to what we were making, but I knew it had something to do with pastry when Brian took out a large ball of cream colored dough from the fridge and a carton of strawberries. I watched him boot around his kitchen, rummaging through drawers to find a rolling pin and a large baking sheet. He got out some blending flour, cocoa and icing sugar before he gave me the carton of strawberries.
"Can you make me some strawberry coulis?" He asked me as he ran his hand up my arm amorously, helping the blood to find it's way into my cheeks.
I looked down at the fresh strawberries and then back at him. Brian leaned close to my face and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. "Please?"
"What for?" I asked.
"For croissants of course!" Brian cried out theatrically.
I shrugged. "Okay, I can do that."
I worked alongside of Brian, cutting the tops off the strawberries and pitting them before tossing them into a bowl to be washed and then mashed into a chunky liquid. Brian rolled out the dough he'd got out of the fridge into a thin rectangle. Using a filleting knife, he cut the rectangle into complimentary triangles and separated them so they could be coated with the strawberry coulis. Brian gave me a pastry brush so I could spread the coulis out evenly onto each triangle. We worked fast and effectively together. It was a wonderful display of silent teamwork that I wished I could have seen in my own kitchen.
"Smells fucking awesome." Brian said to me.
"Yeah," I agreed. "What are you making there?"
Brian was standing in front of a pot of melted butter, a tablespoon of milk, a cup of icing sugar and half a cup of cocoa. I presumed it was some type of chocolate icing he was making.
"Some of this is going to be for the croissants, and whatever is leftover I'm going to make into some chocolate cappuccinos."
When I stopped to watch Brian stir his chocolate concoction with care and ease, I felt something inside of me swell to three times it's size. This was what our lives were based around. Cooking. Making delicious food out of whatever ingredients we were given. And for some reason, when I saw Brian rolling out that dough so professionally and creating that homemade chocolate sauce, something sparked behind my eyes. He was so good at what he did. Perhaps too good. I knew that every time I would eat with Brian, I would eat like a king. I would feel like one too. Especially when he occasionally glanced back over at me, eyes glinting with a certain praise that I had long sought after. Or when he dipped over to kiss my face in various spots.
As much as I liked being around Brian now, I couldn't help but fear what was to come of us. I hoped that by sleeping with Brian, I wasn't digging myself a hole, or even worse. A grave. He was supposed to be my employee, my assistant. But he was quickly turning into my fuck buddy and everything I had always looked for in a partner. He was becoming more than just my employee. He was becoming my lover and a companion. Someone I was starting to confide in.
It was dangerous business; getting personally involved with a coworker. People ended up losing their jobs or worse. Their reputations were destroyed along with their dignity. And I had too much of both.
It was the feeling I got when Brian was around that made me scared and uneasy. As I watched him, I would not stop smiling, even if I wanted to. Surely this meant the beginning of something more than just what we had now. It was hanging on the tip of my tongue, but I dared not say it aloud. I tried not to even think about it. I pushed it out of my mind, but each time those chocolate velvet eyes clashed with my deep aqua, I knew it was happening. I knew it was, but did I really want it to? Could I put both of our careers on the line to allow this to happen?
Before I could deliberate any further, Brian told me that breakfast was ready. I nodded silently and brought the crimson vita cups out of the kitchen and set them on Brian's round wooden table. Brian made the creamy froth on top of the cappuccinos and grated a little bit of frozen hazelnut chocolate into it. They looked and smelled positively alluring, and paired with warm chocolate and strawberry croissants, I felt like I had taken a trip to my favourite cafe. The one where I had first discovered one of Brian's articles in the paper.
We sat down in front of each other and ate quietly. The croissants were perfectly flaky and hot. The strawberry coulis I had brushed them with sweetened the pastry and made each bite I took addictive. I could have eaten tons of the things and sucked down gallons of the cappuccino that Brian made. The flavour of the chocolate coffee and the strawberry coulis croissants covered in freshly made icing and butter were the perfect combinations. I regretted not opening a French restaurant, for I would have loved to feature the pastries at Milan Verde.
"Zachary, I have to admit, and I know I've said this before but you need to hear it again," Brian began as he gazed into the bottom of his empty cup. "I'm totally falling for you. And I know you are too. I can tell by the way you look at me. Your eyes tell me everything, even if you don't."
I was silent for a short moment. "I like you too Brian. But I'm just afraid of what will come next. You and I, being the professionals that we are, know that our seeing each other is strongly frowned upon. I would be setting a shitty example for my employees if I openly dated you."
Brian grabbed my wrist and bored his eyes into me. His face was serious as a stone carving. "Please Zack, Don't tease me like this."
"I'm not teasing you Brian..." I said, ashamed.
"Yes you are!" He said, slamming his fist onto the table. "By being here and sitting in front of me right now, you're teasing me. If you didn't want this as much as I did, you wouldn't be here right now. So don't give me this bullshit about setting a good example because you wouldn't have let me fuck you last night if you really believed that."
I sighed. "What do you want from me Brian?"
He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together tightly. I looked down at his tattooed fingers supporting my own. "I want you, entirely. I want you to be with me."
"You want me to be with you? But I am."
"No," Brian shook his head. "I want to be able to say that you belong to me and only me. I don't care if we have to hide it at work. I'll do anything. Just say that you'll be mine."
Brian stared me down so that I felt like I was the concentrated center of everything in existence. I was the core of the Earth. The beat of his heart. The essence of his soul when he looked at me like that. Everything surrounding us disappeared. Every sound was muffled as Brian put me on the spot. I let out my held breath, closed my eyes before looking back at him.
"Fine. I'll be yours."
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: Whoever feels like they're lost and have nowhere to go but down.
0.5
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
The loud sound of vacuuming woke me up early the next morning. I wondered as I rubbed at my eyes in annoyance why Brian was up with a vacuum running. I tried shifting over on his bed but then realized I was still being weighed down by something. I wrapped my arms around it and noticed that it was Brian still asleep on top of me. But the sound was getting louder and louder by the second.
I opened my eyes to the blinding light coming in from the bay windows and shut them again tightly, wishing the sun to go back down and for that fucking sound to stop. I groaned dramatically as the obnoxious hum of a vacuum forever increased until it came up right beside me. I looked to the side and what I saw then made me scream and help jolt Brian out of his deadweight sleep.
The woman with the vacuum screamed too and dropped the cleaning device so it fell back face up, making even more noise than it was before when it woke me up. Brian sat upright and looked around, seeing me scrambling to cover myself and the short woman in the pink floral dress still screaming as the both of us awoke.
"Would you turn that fucking thing OFF!?" I yelled.
Brian grasped the cord of the vacuum, gave it a sharp tug and finally the thing died.
"Jo Ann! How many times do I have to tell you! Don't come into my room in the morning!" Brian yelled at the frightened Asian lady.
My face was on fire. I didn't like thinking that this woman had just wandered in and saw us naked, laying all over each other. We weren't even under blankets which might have made the whole situation at least a little better.
"Sorry! So Sorry Mr. Haner!" She said, bowing her head and leaving the room as quick as she could.
Once she was gone I glared at Brian, who turned his head to meet my eyes. "What. The. Fuck was that?" I asked him.
Brian began laughing when the vacuum started to move, as though being pulled by it's cord from around the corner. I watched the vacuum inch away and eventually disappear, my jaw wired open as Brian chuckled.
"Brian... who the fuck is that?" I asked in a harsh whisper.
"That's just Jo Ann, my cleaning lady." Brian said, laughter still ringing in his voice
"And she just comes into your room in the morning like that? Even when you have naked guys in bed with you?" I asked.
"No, she's not supposed to, but she's not very good with English. Half the time she has no idea what I'm talking about."
I exhaled heavily as I felt my heart returning to it's normal pace. "Well, can you get my clothes? I don't know where you threw them."
Brian giggled again before he leaned over and cupped the side of my face, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Okay, just stay here you sack of nerves."
I frowned as Brian got off the bed and left to find our clothes. I imagined they were somewhere strewn along the open halls of his loft apartment or somewhere in the living room perhaps. I looked around the bed and saw that my boxers and pants had vanished from the floor. And I could have bet money that Brian had taken them off and left them around the bed.
After a few moments Brian returned, still naked and not holding an armful of my clothing like I had expected.
"Where are they?" I asked.
"I think Jo Ann might have taken them."
"WHAT?" I cried.
"She's just going to wash them and then she'll drop off the laundry this afternoon." Brian told me.
"No! She can't wash those jeans. They're not supposed to be washed! They're supposed to be dry cleaned!" I exclaimed.
"Why does it matter?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow in confusion.
"Because! They're specially dyed so they won't fade."
Brian crossed his arms. "Are they really that important? Like how many pairs of jeans do you have?"
"That's not the point. I really like those jeans and they're going to get ruined!"
Brian padded over to where I was sitting on the edge of his bed. Surprisingly, I didn't find it even slightly weird that we were both still naked, just accepted it as I looked up at him. Brian bent over and grasped my chin possessively. He pushed his lips against mine in a forceful kiss. I got lost for a moment when his tongue brushed over my lip rings soothingly. I could do nothing but sigh into our lip lock and kiss him back until he pulled away.
"If they really mean that much to you, then I'll buy you a new pair. Okay?" Brian said quietly.
"But I got them in L.A. for two hundred bucks."
"Oh for fuck's sake Zack! You're such a spoiled little brat! Who fucking cares about a pair of pants!"
My eyebrows knit together in anger. "I fucking care about a pair of pants! I bought them because I saw them and I loved them and wanted them! They looked very good on me!"
Brian placed his hands on his hips, glaring at me like I was a little kid that had gotten into something I shouldn't have. Suddenly he walked away and I was left to sit on his bed alone, still naked and now confused.
"Brian?" I called out.
I didn't hear him for a long time until I picked out the shuffle of his feet on the carpet. When he turned the corner into the room I saw that he had an armful of jeans. He peered over the mountain of denim and spotted me in the same position he'd left me in. Before I knew it, Brian threw the pile at me.
"Take your fucking pick. I've got hundreds of them." Brian said.
I wanted to be angry at Brian, I really did. But the thought of him gathering all of his jeans and throwing them at me was the funniest thing to happen all day so far. I tried narrowing my eyes at him but only ended up laughing. Brian stood there watching with his arms crossed, making an attempt to not crack a smile. His reserve held strong until I fell back in laughter, the jeans still all over me.
"Come on Zack," Brian said, covering his mouth. "Pick one of them goddamn it."
I threw a pair of balled up jeans at Brian. "You're too fucking much Haner. Get me some underwear."
After Brian and I both dressed, I joined him in the kitchen to make breakfast. I hadn't a clue what as to what we were making, but I knew it had something to do with pastry when Brian took out a large ball of cream colored dough from the fridge and a carton of strawberries. I watched him boot around his kitchen, rummaging through drawers to find a rolling pin and a large baking sheet. He got out some blending flour, cocoa and icing sugar before he gave me the carton of strawberries.
"Can you make me some strawberry coulis?" He asked me as he ran his hand up my arm amorously, helping the blood to find it's way into my cheeks.
I looked down at the fresh strawberries and then back at him. Brian leaned close to my face and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. "Please?"
"What for?" I asked.
"For croissants of course!" Brian cried out theatrically.
I shrugged. "Okay, I can do that."
I worked alongside of Brian, cutting the tops off the strawberries and pitting them before tossing them into a bowl to be washed and then mashed into a chunky liquid. Brian rolled out the dough he'd got out of the fridge into a thin rectangle. Using a filleting knife, he cut the rectangle into complimentary triangles and separated them so they could be coated with the strawberry coulis. Brian gave me a pastry brush so I could spread the coulis out evenly onto each triangle. We worked fast and effectively together. It was a wonderful display of silent teamwork that I wished I could have seen in my own kitchen.
"Smells fucking awesome." Brian said to me.
"Yeah," I agreed. "What are you making there?"
Brian was standing in front of a pot of melted butter, a tablespoon of milk, a cup of icing sugar and half a cup of cocoa. I presumed it was some type of chocolate icing he was making.
"Some of this is going to be for the croissants, and whatever is leftover I'm going to make into some chocolate cappuccinos."
When I stopped to watch Brian stir his chocolate concoction with care and ease, I felt something inside of me swell to three times it's size. This was what our lives were based around. Cooking. Making delicious food out of whatever ingredients we were given. And for some reason, when I saw Brian rolling out that dough so professionally and creating that homemade chocolate sauce, something sparked behind my eyes. He was so good at what he did. Perhaps too good. I knew that every time I would eat with Brian, I would eat like a king. I would feel like one too. Especially when he occasionally glanced back over at me, eyes glinting with a certain praise that I had long sought after. Or when he dipped over to kiss my face in various spots.
As much as I liked being around Brian now, I couldn't help but fear what was to come of us. I hoped that by sleeping with Brian, I wasn't digging myself a hole, or even worse. A grave. He was supposed to be my employee, my assistant. But he was quickly turning into my fuck buddy and everything I had always looked for in a partner. He was becoming more than just my employee. He was becoming my lover and a companion. Someone I was starting to confide in.
It was dangerous business; getting personally involved with a coworker. People ended up losing their jobs or worse. Their reputations were destroyed along with their dignity. And I had too much of both.
It was the feeling I got when Brian was around that made me scared and uneasy. As I watched him, I would not stop smiling, even if I wanted to. Surely this meant the beginning of something more than just what we had now. It was hanging on the tip of my tongue, but I dared not say it aloud. I tried not to even think about it. I pushed it out of my mind, but each time those chocolate velvet eyes clashed with my deep aqua, I knew it was happening. I knew it was, but did I really want it to? Could I put both of our careers on the line to allow this to happen?
Before I could deliberate any further, Brian told me that breakfast was ready. I nodded silently and brought the crimson vita cups out of the kitchen and set them on Brian's round wooden table. Brian made the creamy froth on top of the cappuccinos and grated a little bit of frozen hazelnut chocolate into it. They looked and smelled positively alluring, and paired with warm chocolate and strawberry croissants, I felt like I had taken a trip to my favourite cafe. The one where I had first discovered one of Brian's articles in the paper.
We sat down in front of each other and ate quietly. The croissants were perfectly flaky and hot. The strawberry coulis I had brushed them with sweetened the pastry and made each bite I took addictive. I could have eaten tons of the things and sucked down gallons of the cappuccino that Brian made. The flavour of the chocolate coffee and the strawberry coulis croissants covered in freshly made icing and butter were the perfect combinations. I regretted not opening a French restaurant, for I would have loved to feature the pastries at Milan Verde.
"Zachary, I have to admit, and I know I've said this before but you need to hear it again," Brian began as he gazed into the bottom of his empty cup. "I'm totally falling for you. And I know you are too. I can tell by the way you look at me. Your eyes tell me everything, even if you don't."
I was silent for a short moment. "I like you too Brian. But I'm just afraid of what will come next. You and I, being the professionals that we are, know that our seeing each other is strongly frowned upon. I would be setting a shitty example for my employees if I openly dated you."
Brian grabbed my wrist and bored his eyes into me. His face was serious as a stone carving. "Please Zack, Don't tease me like this."
"I'm not teasing you Brian..." I said, ashamed.
"Yes you are!" He said, slamming his fist onto the table. "By being here and sitting in front of me right now, you're teasing me. If you didn't want this as much as I did, you wouldn't be here right now. So don't give me this bullshit about setting a good example because you wouldn't have let me fuck you last night if you really believed that."
I sighed. "What do you want from me Brian?"
He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together tightly. I looked down at his tattooed fingers supporting my own. "I want you, entirely. I want you to be with me."
"You want me to be with you? But I am."
"No," Brian shook his head. "I want to be able to say that you belong to me and only me. I don't care if we have to hide it at work. I'll do anything. Just say that you'll be mine."
Brian stared me down so that I felt like I was the concentrated center of everything in existence. I was the core of the Earth. The beat of his heart. The essence of his soul when he looked at me like that. Everything surrounding us disappeared. Every sound was muffled as Brian put me on the spot. I let out my held breath, closed my eyes before looking back at him.
"Fine. I'll be yours."
...I got shivers
i know i've said it before,
but this story is the best thing i've ever read.
...wow
brian is so cuteeeeee,
hes like a big teddy bear...but not lol
:)