The Last Baker
Title: The Last Baker [18]
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 my new little prodigyrummoses May you find the way to reach the full extent of your talent doll :)
0.5
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Bunches of you have been asking how many chapters there will be to this story. My answer to that is somewhat undetermined. But I'm aiming for 25, give or take. Though, nothing is set in stone right now. I do assure, however that the story will not exceed thirty parts.
Beware, for the best is yet to come!
Also I warn you that this part is overflowing with sugary goddamn sweetness. Bring a toothbrush.
Love
shorthorror
Brian stood on his knees before me, his healthy thighs spread at least a foot apart. The deep blue fabric of the duvet folded and wrinkled beneath his weight. He looked like a painting I had seen somewhere before, statuesque and radiant as the light from the chandelier filtered through the chiffon canopy and hit his skin just perfectly. I was captured by the way his muscles would shift beneath taut flesh. His manhood stood solid and proudly, every man's wish to be equipped like he was. He had no spots, no abrasions and every single last one of his hairs were groomed into it's place. Brian was a sculpted God of sun kissed porcelain and temptation. Tearing away my eyes may have been a sin, for nothing in that room could or should have interested me more than the naked man kneeling but a foot away from me. So I let my eyes go wandering over his figure. His soft satin lips upturned as I reached out to caress his protruding hip bones out of sexual impulse. It felt a success when those lips smiled for me.
I wasn't quite sure if it was the alcohol spilling it's way into my senses, or if Brian really was the most enticing creature I had seen in the longest of whiles. His onyx eyes glinted reflecting lust, reminding me of the sparkling and unreadable ocean at night, forever unpredictable. Forever a mystery no matter how many people tried to search it. Even when I tried to decipher their messages, I found nothing but my own emotions staring right back into me.
"What's wrong Zachary? You look kind of scared." Brian asked, reaching out to play with a piece of my hair.
I shook my head vigorously. "No. No. That's not it." I told him.
Brian shifted on his knees closer to me and let his hands grip my hips gently. "Then what is it?"
"It's just..." I began. "You're so fucking... beautiful. I can't believe it."
I stared at Brian's face to seek his reaction. The man focused his piercing stare away from me and I swore I saw his skin flush with a color I hadn't ever seen.
"Brian Haner, are you... blushing?" I asked teasingly, tipping his chin up to find smooth lips fighting a smile and his cheeks rosy with flattery.
"There's a first time for everything, Zack." Brian defended himself.
I knew that he didn't want to appear weakened by any of my swaying. Brian was a man of pride and confidence and that's why it excited me to see him falter, even just the slightest bit. I had never made Brian blush. I had made him curse though, and moan. But never had I sent his butterflies fluttering.
I let my index finger slide down the center of his hard chest. "It seems I'm having a lot of 'first times' with you."
"It's what's making this new thing so interesting to you. I'm taking you places you've never been and making you feel things you would never have felt otherwise."
I smirked at him as his hands ran up and down my sides softly, almost tickling me. "What makes you so sure about that?" I asked, my brows cocking with challenge.
"I just know." Brian whispered, leaning in to touch his lips to mine, hands cupping each side of my face.
At first, our kiss started soft and slow, but as we worked each other's mouths open, tongues began to flicker and we picked up the pace quickly. We inched closer to each other until our nude bodies were rubbing up against each other. Brian was not modest with gripping my ass. He squeezed me and felt me up to his heart's content as we continued to kiss, deep and noisily, on our knees.
Brian wrapped his arms around me and forced me to lay down on my stomach so that my face was against the fluffy feather pillows, pressing into the cool silk cases.
"Bri..."
"Shh, baby. Close your eyes and just let yourself feel." Brian whispered next to my ear, before he kissed my neck, shoulder and then eventually trailed his tongue all the way down my spine.
I felt Brian's hands on my ass again, only this time he was spreading me apart. I swallowed a harsh bout of air, realizing what he meant by 'just feel'.
"Nice little tight ass." Brian murmured as he shifted down the bed. I could see the posts quivering and hear the headboard knock off the wall with his movement down my vulnerable body.
"Brian what are you?- Oh... oh my God." I nearly gasped after I felt the warm wet of his tongue slide between my cheeks.
He hooked an arm under my waist and pulled me up so I could balance myself on my hands and knees. "There's a first time for everything." He repeated in a raspy whisper.
I sucked in my bottom lip as Brian brushed the tip of his tongue over my hole. It was a strange, wet sensation. Stranger than the first time Brian had ever stuck his fingers in me. This was different, and not painful, but odd and exhilarating. Brian kept me spread apart with both hands as his tongue pressed inside to draw small circles, making my face contort unwillingly. I wasn't sure if I should be welcoming this and trying to push away the weird feelings of complete taboo, or if I should be neutral and 'just feel' the way I was instructed to.
"Brian, that feels really-" I was cut off by Brian suddenly humming against my tender skin.
"Good?" He finished for me.
"Yeah..."
"Get up." He commanded.
I lifted up off my hands and was encircled by Brian's strong tattooed arms. He kissed my neck, making his way behind my ear and then burying his face inside my dark hair. I shifted uncomfortably, as I was still wet with his saliva. But I suppose complaining wouldn't be the appropriate reaction to what he had just done to me.
"Do you want me?" Brian whispered.
I closed my eyes, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder. "Yes."
He wrapped his hand around my cock and continued to whisper words onto my warm skin. "Do you want me, inside of you?"
I nodded, moaning and feeling myself go a little crazy with lust and absolute passion. I didn't care where he stuck it, or how. If he rimmed me, sucked me, kissed me or fucked me, as long as I got off. And got off with him.
Brian sucked an inflamed red mark on my neck as he stroked me accordingly. "Brian, just fuck me."
He giggled sinisterly. "Right away Mr. Baker."
I had to moan at the sound of him uttering my name in that formal way I saved for work and business. Up until meeting him I had never known it as such a turn on. But it was, and I already felt on the edge of bursting after the name slipped passed those lips of pure seduction.
Brian positioned himself under me, and just as I winced in anticipation of the intrusion, he kissed my cheek sweetly. "This might still hurt for you."
"I don't care, just do it." I urged him.
Brian instructed me to press myself down onto him, but I found that a little difficult because I couldn't see where his cock was in that position. So Brian took the initiative and brought my hips down a little so that I could feel the head poking me where his tongue just had. It took a few tries, but Brian finally managed to push through my tightness and was then welcomed by glorious heat and enough internal proximity to cause claustrophobia. I knew the feeling, having fucked Brian and absolutely loving it, but it still wasn't a treat for me. Adapting to his impressive size was easier said than done. Brian's cock was thick and long, especially when he was as hard as he was. I was newly broken in and still not so used to the anal sex aspect of our relationship.
Like the caring and concerned partner that he was, Brian waited until I was okay with feeling him completely enveloped inside of me. I felt the hot pressure slowly transfer from me to him until I wasn't the one in pain anymore.
Brian pulled out slowly and pushed back in. My reaction was minimal, so he decided to try it a little faster. He moved his hips against me. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Are you sure? Tell me now if you're not."
I turned my face and met the dark eyes of my lover. "I'm okay Brian."
With my simplistic words of confirmation, Brian grasped my sides and snapped his hips up, driving himself into me full force. I was a little shocked at the sudden burst of pace, but after a couple of his powerful thrusts I felt something almost kind of break inside of me. Brian had gotten me passed the point of pain. Now his movements started to feel surprisingly good the deeper he went.
"Bri, keep doing that." My words came out with the cadence Brian was using to fuck me with. It was like trying to speak while driving over a really bumpy road.
He began to laugh in my ear before he leaned in and nibbled on the lobe. "Found your prostate did I?"
I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip with a small whimper. It felt amazing; the way Brian maneuvered his body to press into mine perfectly. He struck gold inside of me. I could barely speak.
"Mmm Bri, so good." I groaned.
Brian smiled against my neck and curled his fingers around my dick again, pumping my erection until I was cursing and having a hard time keeping my breath. I was moaning his name, whimpering as he panted and tried maintaining his strong and steady pace. The double stimulation was too much for me to withstand. I had to let go.
Everything went downhill from there. Brian started getting tired and stopped for just a moment before delivering a few more thrusts. He rested his cheek against my back as he came with a moan, filling me up with liquid warmth. But as tired as Brian was, he didn't stop stroking me. Not until I came with a low moan, spilling hot cum down Brian's fingers.
I leaned back on my boyfriend, softening in his grip and stricken with fatigue just like he was. It must have been later than midnight by then, and we were used to going to sleep around ten or ten thirty. Or at least I was.
Brian lifted me up and slid off the bed, only to come around and pull the blankets back, revealing soft cotton sheets and numerous pillows to cradle inflated heads and egos. I crawled across the large bed and climbed under the thick duvet, welcoming Brian into my arms after he'd turned off the lights and followed me into bed.
"That was some good sex." Brian whispered into my chest.
"Agreed."
I felt him pull away, and by the glimmer of the moon outside the window, I once again stared into that fierce gaze. Brian sought my lips for a long and loving kiss to which I obliged happily. It was a calming lip lock, full of unspoken words of comfort and thanks. I was thanking Brian for bringing me here and opening me up to things I would have never let myself experience. He was thanking me for being there at his side as a form of support, as his gold medal and the counterpart he needed to achieve that balance. We kissed until we couldn't breath and saliva was running dry in our mouths.
"Zack... I've never felt this way about anybody in my life." Brian confessed, as though he were a sinner and I was there to grant his forgiveness.
"I've never felt this way period." I told him, feeling my blood boil and turn the crests of my cheeks hot.
"What do you feel?" He asked, running the pad of his thumb down my jaw line.
"I feel like I could do this for a long time with you."
Suddenly, my heart felt liberated and I wasn't afraid to tell Brian how I felt about him. I think my new found freedom inspired Brian to open up to me as well. I felt... different. This wasn't Zack Baker talking to Brian Haner. We were two of the same soul, introduced and curious to discover more about each other.
"I want to do this for a long time with you."
"Then let's do it." I said to him.
There was a moment of silence when all we did was stare at each other, glowing underneath the veil of the moon and stars. Beneath those lights, true beauty seeped out and I was taken by the way Brian looked, all beaded with sweat and ruffled by recent sexual activity. He was irresistible.
"You really want to be with me?" Brian asked, voice hoarse and speckled with disbelief.
"Yeah, I do, Brian."
He drew me closer into his arms, kissed the top of my head and sighed.
"Good. Because I really want to be with you Zack."
We fell asleep like that, close and finally free. Together and uninhibited. Just like I thought, Brian and I had stripped each other down to the soul and forced each other to really see. This was growing. This wasn't a fling accompanied by a few trivial dates. This was much more than both he and I had ever expected.
The seriousness of our relationship was climbing towards it's peak. What would come after we reached the summit, I could only wait and see.
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 my new little prodigy
rummoses May you find the way to reach the full extent of your talent doll :)0.5
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Bunches of you have been asking how many chapters there will be to this story. My answer to that is somewhat undetermined. But I'm aiming for 25, give or take. Though, nothing is set in stone right now. I do assure, however that the story will not exceed thirty parts.
Beware, for the best is yet to come!
Also I warn you that this part is overflowing with sugary goddamn sweetness. Bring a toothbrush.
Love
shorthorror
Brian stood on his knees before me, his healthy thighs spread at least a foot apart. The deep blue fabric of the duvet folded and wrinkled beneath his weight. He looked like a painting I had seen somewhere before, statuesque and radiant as the light from the chandelier filtered through the chiffon canopy and hit his skin just perfectly. I was captured by the way his muscles would shift beneath taut flesh. His manhood stood solid and proudly, every man's wish to be equipped like he was. He had no spots, no abrasions and every single last one of his hairs were groomed into it's place. Brian was a sculpted God of sun kissed porcelain and temptation. Tearing away my eyes may have been a sin, for nothing in that room could or should have interested me more than the naked man kneeling but a foot away from me. So I let my eyes go wandering over his figure. His soft satin lips upturned as I reached out to caress his protruding hip bones out of sexual impulse. It felt a success when those lips smiled for me.
I wasn't quite sure if it was the alcohol spilling it's way into my senses, or if Brian really was the most enticing creature I had seen in the longest of whiles. His onyx eyes glinted reflecting lust, reminding me of the sparkling and unreadable ocean at night, forever unpredictable. Forever a mystery no matter how many people tried to search it. Even when I tried to decipher their messages, I found nothing but my own emotions staring right back into me.
"What's wrong Zachary? You look kind of scared." Brian asked, reaching out to play with a piece of my hair.
I shook my head vigorously. "No. No. That's not it." I told him.
Brian shifted on his knees closer to me and let his hands grip my hips gently. "Then what is it?"
"It's just..." I began. "You're so fucking... beautiful. I can't believe it."
I stared at Brian's face to seek his reaction. The man focused his piercing stare away from me and I swore I saw his skin flush with a color I hadn't ever seen.
"Brian Haner, are you... blushing?" I asked teasingly, tipping his chin up to find smooth lips fighting a smile and his cheeks rosy with flattery.
"There's a first time for everything, Zack." Brian defended himself.
I knew that he didn't want to appear weakened by any of my swaying. Brian was a man of pride and confidence and that's why it excited me to see him falter, even just the slightest bit. I had never made Brian blush. I had made him curse though, and moan. But never had I sent his butterflies fluttering.
I let my index finger slide down the center of his hard chest. "It seems I'm having a lot of 'first times' with you."
"It's what's making this new thing so interesting to you. I'm taking you places you've never been and making you feel things you would never have felt otherwise."
I smirked at him as his hands ran up and down my sides softly, almost tickling me. "What makes you so sure about that?" I asked, my brows cocking with challenge.
"I just know." Brian whispered, leaning in to touch his lips to mine, hands cupping each side of my face.
At first, our kiss started soft and slow, but as we worked each other's mouths open, tongues began to flicker and we picked up the pace quickly. We inched closer to each other until our nude bodies were rubbing up against each other. Brian was not modest with gripping my ass. He squeezed me and felt me up to his heart's content as we continued to kiss, deep and noisily, on our knees.
Brian wrapped his arms around me and forced me to lay down on my stomach so that my face was against the fluffy feather pillows, pressing into the cool silk cases.
"Bri..."
"Shh, baby. Close your eyes and just let yourself feel." Brian whispered next to my ear, before he kissed my neck, shoulder and then eventually trailed his tongue all the way down my spine.
I felt Brian's hands on my ass again, only this time he was spreading me apart. I swallowed a harsh bout of air, realizing what he meant by 'just feel'.
"Nice little tight ass." Brian murmured as he shifted down the bed. I could see the posts quivering and hear the headboard knock off the wall with his movement down my vulnerable body.
"Brian what are you?- Oh... oh my God." I nearly gasped after I felt the warm wet of his tongue slide between my cheeks.
He hooked an arm under my waist and pulled me up so I could balance myself on my hands and knees. "There's a first time for everything." He repeated in a raspy whisper.
I sucked in my bottom lip as Brian brushed the tip of his tongue over my hole. It was a strange, wet sensation. Stranger than the first time Brian had ever stuck his fingers in me. This was different, and not painful, but odd and exhilarating. Brian kept me spread apart with both hands as his tongue pressed inside to draw small circles, making my face contort unwillingly. I wasn't sure if I should be welcoming this and trying to push away the weird feelings of complete taboo, or if I should be neutral and 'just feel' the way I was instructed to.
"Brian, that feels really-" I was cut off by Brian suddenly humming against my tender skin.
"Good?" He finished for me.
"Yeah..."
"Get up." He commanded.
I lifted up off my hands and was encircled by Brian's strong tattooed arms. He kissed my neck, making his way behind my ear and then burying his face inside my dark hair. I shifted uncomfortably, as I was still wet with his saliva. But I suppose complaining wouldn't be the appropriate reaction to what he had just done to me.
"Do you want me?" Brian whispered.
I closed my eyes, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder. "Yes."
He wrapped his hand around my cock and continued to whisper words onto my warm skin. "Do you want me, inside of you?"
I nodded, moaning and feeling myself go a little crazy with lust and absolute passion. I didn't care where he stuck it, or how. If he rimmed me, sucked me, kissed me or fucked me, as long as I got off. And got off with him.
Brian sucked an inflamed red mark on my neck as he stroked me accordingly. "Brian, just fuck me."
He giggled sinisterly. "Right away Mr. Baker."
I had to moan at the sound of him uttering my name in that formal way I saved for work and business. Up until meeting him I had never known it as such a turn on. But it was, and I already felt on the edge of bursting after the name slipped passed those lips of pure seduction.
Brian positioned himself under me, and just as I winced in anticipation of the intrusion, he kissed my cheek sweetly. "This might still hurt for you."
"I don't care, just do it." I urged him.
Brian instructed me to press myself down onto him, but I found that a little difficult because I couldn't see where his cock was in that position. So Brian took the initiative and brought my hips down a little so that I could feel the head poking me where his tongue just had. It took a few tries, but Brian finally managed to push through my tightness and was then welcomed by glorious heat and enough internal proximity to cause claustrophobia. I knew the feeling, having fucked Brian and absolutely loving it, but it still wasn't a treat for me. Adapting to his impressive size was easier said than done. Brian's cock was thick and long, especially when he was as hard as he was. I was newly broken in and still not so used to the anal sex aspect of our relationship.
Like the caring and concerned partner that he was, Brian waited until I was okay with feeling him completely enveloped inside of me. I felt the hot pressure slowly transfer from me to him until I wasn't the one in pain anymore.
Brian pulled out slowly and pushed back in. My reaction was minimal, so he decided to try it a little faster. He moved his hips against me. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Are you sure? Tell me now if you're not."
I turned my face and met the dark eyes of my lover. "I'm okay Brian."
With my simplistic words of confirmation, Brian grasped my sides and snapped his hips up, driving himself into me full force. I was a little shocked at the sudden burst of pace, but after a couple of his powerful thrusts I felt something almost kind of break inside of me. Brian had gotten me passed the point of pain. Now his movements started to feel surprisingly good the deeper he went.
"Bri, keep doing that." My words came out with the cadence Brian was using to fuck me with. It was like trying to speak while driving over a really bumpy road.
He began to laugh in my ear before he leaned in and nibbled on the lobe. "Found your prostate did I?"
I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip with a small whimper. It felt amazing; the way Brian maneuvered his body to press into mine perfectly. He struck gold inside of me. I could barely speak.
"Mmm Bri, so good." I groaned.
Brian smiled against my neck and curled his fingers around my dick again, pumping my erection until I was cursing and having a hard time keeping my breath. I was moaning his name, whimpering as he panted and tried maintaining his strong and steady pace. The double stimulation was too much for me to withstand. I had to let go.
Everything went downhill from there. Brian started getting tired and stopped for just a moment before delivering a few more thrusts. He rested his cheek against my back as he came with a moan, filling me up with liquid warmth. But as tired as Brian was, he didn't stop stroking me. Not until I came with a low moan, spilling hot cum down Brian's fingers.
I leaned back on my boyfriend, softening in his grip and stricken with fatigue just like he was. It must have been later than midnight by then, and we were used to going to sleep around ten or ten thirty. Or at least I was.
Brian lifted me up and slid off the bed, only to come around and pull the blankets back, revealing soft cotton sheets and numerous pillows to cradle inflated heads and egos. I crawled across the large bed and climbed under the thick duvet, welcoming Brian into my arms after he'd turned off the lights and followed me into bed.
"That was some good sex." Brian whispered into my chest.
"Agreed."
I felt him pull away, and by the glimmer of the moon outside the window, I once again stared into that fierce gaze. Brian sought my lips for a long and loving kiss to which I obliged happily. It was a calming lip lock, full of unspoken words of comfort and thanks. I was thanking Brian for bringing me here and opening me up to things I would have never let myself experience. He was thanking me for being there at his side as a form of support, as his gold medal and the counterpart he needed to achieve that balance. We kissed until we couldn't breath and saliva was running dry in our mouths.
"Zack... I've never felt this way about anybody in my life." Brian confessed, as though he were a sinner and I was there to grant his forgiveness.
"I've never felt this way period." I told him, feeling my blood boil and turn the crests of my cheeks hot.
"What do you feel?" He asked, running the pad of his thumb down my jaw line.
"I feel like I could do this for a long time with you."
Suddenly, my heart felt liberated and I wasn't afraid to tell Brian how I felt about him. I think my new found freedom inspired Brian to open up to me as well. I felt... different. This wasn't Zack Baker talking to Brian Haner. We were two of the same soul, introduced and curious to discover more about each other.
"I want to do this for a long time with you."
"Then let's do it." I said to him.
There was a moment of silence when all we did was stare at each other, glowing underneath the veil of the moon and stars. Beneath those lights, true beauty seeped out and I was taken by the way Brian looked, all beaded with sweat and ruffled by recent sexual activity. He was irresistible.
"You really want to be with me?" Brian asked, voice hoarse and speckled with disbelief.
"Yeah, I do, Brian."
He drew me closer into his arms, kissed the top of my head and sighed.
"Good. Because I really want to be with you Zack."
We fell asleep like that, close and finally free. Together and uninhibited. Just like I thought, Brian and I had stripped each other down to the soul and forced each other to really see. This was growing. This wasn't a fling accompanied by a few trivial dates. This was much more than both he and I had ever expected.
The seriousness of our relationship was climbing towards it's peak. What would come after we reached the summit, I could only wait and see.
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