The Last Baker
Title: The Last Baker [19]
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.
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Nine
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Fifteen
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Seventeen
Eighteen
I was the first to rise the next morning in the hotel suite we had stayed in the night before. The sun was warm and blindingly bright as it shone through the large windows of the suite. One of us had forgotten to shut the curtains last night, so I gently slipped out of Brian's lazy embrace to shut them. I tiptoed around so as to not wake my sleeping boyfriend. It was only eight in the morning when I woke up and not the greatest of times to be awake either. I knew after standing up I couldn't fall back to sleep. Especially when Brian began snoring quite audibly.
"How romantic..." I quietly remarked after a particularly loud fit of snoring he emitted.
I busied myself with gathering our clothing and turning them outside in after having been forgotten and carelessly discarded in the bathroom before we went in the Jacuzzi last night. Both of us hadn't thought to bring extra clothes, even though we had both known we were to be staying in a hotel the night after meeting Brian's friends for drinks. The whole reason I had willingly accompanied Brian was to experience something different with him, and I was to end it with smelly clothing.
I figured I'd do him and I a favor by taking a quick shower in the glass stall that was also a steam room. After I turned on the water to almost unbearably hot, I turned on the steam setting and let the room fill with clouds of relaxing water vapor. My shower was extensive and very relieving. My muscles were sore and angry at me after my night spent with Brian. My thighs were tense from the position he had held me in and my ass wasn't in such good shape either. Feeling that hot water cascading down me in torrents was the ultimate in pain relievers. I just stood there, letting the droplets run through my hair, down my spine like the gentlest of lovers.
I spent a solid half an hour in the bathroom, lathering my hair and body with the tiny bottles of shower gel and coconut shampoo. I stayed in until my skin was red and beating from the intensity of the water and the heat that seeped out of the steam valves in three minute intervals. I felt virtually free of dirt or any type of residue that it almost felt unnatural. Just before I turned to cut off the water supply, a pair of arms came out of the steam and wrapped around my waist. Then, soft lips connected with my neck and I could feel a solid chest pressing up against my back. Brian had woken up.
"I know you weren't taking a shower without me, it's okay, you don't have to apologize." He whispered, before he kissed the crest of my jaw line.
I smiled and rubbed the hands that clasped just below my bellybutton. "Good morning."
Brian hummed joyfully in my ear. "Good morning gorgeous."
I laid my head back on his shoulder and let the shower spray heavily over my entire body. It provided an ideal and erotically slick surface for Brian's hands to go roaming across my skin, to whichever part of me he desired. And that so happened to be inwards from my hips. He traced the soft V shape of my pelvis over and over while placing gentle kisses all over my neck and shoulder. Sometimes he'd drag a finger up the smooth definition, and sometimes he'd lay his entire palm flat against my groin. Either way, the sensation was delicious, and matched with the way he suckled on my neck, I was trapped in a steamy heaven of lust and sensuality.
"Mmm, Brian," I moaned. "That feels good."
"Yeah?" He breathed.
I nodded my head, closing my eyes to maximize the feeling of his fingers delicately caressing me.
"That's great, cause it feels so good when I touch you."
I leaned back into his familiar embrace, silently granting him permission to take me and do with me what he wanted. I didn't expect him to keep on rubbing me though, even as my deepened breath confessed my complete admittance to him. Brian let the water soak him from head to toe.
"Did you have fun last night?" He asked me in a whisper, as he began to rock me in his arms.
I nodded in response to his inquiry.
"What was your favorite part?"
"Coming here with you." I admitted.
I felt him smirk against my cheek when he dipped in to press more chaste kisses to my jaw and neck.
Brian whispered into my ear, "Was it good?"
"Was what good?" I questioned.
"The sex last night," Brian said. "Was it good?"
I almost whimpered when Brian's hand lowered to brush against my cock. "It was amazing."
"Wanna do it again?"
I nodded frantically when the sudden urge to feel Brian all up inside took over, and my innocent shower time turned into the set from the perfect porn movie. It was so typical to have sex in a hotel shower stall, but the cliche wasn't what I was concerning myself over. What I was focused on mainly was when Brian knelt down onto his knees before me and stared up into my eyes with that rare innocence. But what we were about to do had nothing innocent about it.
"I thought you were gonna fuck me?" I asked him as he kissed the inside of my thigh.
Brian shook his head as he ran his hands up my legs. "I think I wanna eat your cum instead."
I thought I had a little more self control then what I displayed in that shower stall. but it turned out I was more of a perverted male than I had ever thought. Because after Brian had told me of his plans, I got hard in record time and thread my fingers through his wet hair. Not once did I look away from Brian as he wrapped his right hand around the base of my cock and licked at the head.
"Oh my God Brian..." I moaned.
Brian smiled demonically, licking his lips and preparing to take me inside his mouth entirely. I marveled at the way it slid inside, between those lips so easily. I thought for sure Brian would choke, but all I felt was hot tongue and wetness, stimulation after Brian pulled his head back and kept his lips wrapped around me.
Brian was so professional when it came to sex, it was like he knew everything and every little spot on my body to touch just to drive me crazy. Brian must have had some extensive knowledge of the male body, for he had me cumming down his throat in less than five minutes. There was no way I could last any longer than that.
Brian kept his tongue pressed against the head of my cock and awaited my hot liquid essence to drip onto his taste buds. I grimaced at the thought of swallowing semen, but Brian seemed to love it, adore the thought of it. He moaned when I spilled my seed into his mouth, and ate every last drop mixed in with the water. After he swallowed he stared up at me with a smile.
"You're delicious."
I had my back pressed against the cold shower tile. I was out of breath and I had barely moved an inch since Brian had invaded my private shower time, not that I was in any state to complain.
"Brian you're... fuck you're so good at giving head. How many dicks have you sucked that aren't mine?"
Brian grasped my hand and pulled himself up. He smirked before pressing a hard kiss to my lips. "Not too many. But I know how to treat a man right."
I nodded, pulling him in by the back of his neck. "Yes you do."
After stepping out of the shower, Brian and I dried each other off with fluffy white towels and got dressed in our clothes from yesterday to leave the suite. We were done with being confined to that one room, even though we had experienced some of our most intimate moments yet in that room, on a bed that wasn't ours. We then decided, after reaching the main floor to have breakfast in the hotel's restaurant before we hit the highway back to Huntington Beach.
I ordered the raspberry cream French toast with a bowl of fresh fruit and orange juice. I was in the mood for something classic and filling. Brian ordered himself some coffee and freshly made Belgian sugar waffles with sweet syrup. The restaurant was nice, and featured display cases of every type of dessert they carried. There were pineapple cakes that burst with exotic fruit arrangements, every flavor of cheesecake imaginable, all decadently made up and color schemed. There were crystal bowls with mountains of chocolate, vanilla, mango mousses, dishes of creme brulee, custard and souffles. The name of the restaurant then made a lot more sense once we sat down and looked around. Sweetie's. Yes, that definitely made more sense. And I had wondered why nothing on the menu was less than a thousand calories each.
"If you could open another restaurant, would you?" Brian asked me as he toyed with the cloth napkins.
"I don't know. I'd have to have a pretty good idea first," I replied. "Something innovative that nobody has ever done before."
"We should open up a new restaurant together." Brian stated rather plainly.
"Are you serious? Opening a restaurant takes a lot of time and planning, and a lot of money. And a lot of planning."
"But can you imagine the things we would come up with? Both of our minds combined. I bet it would be a great success."
I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe in the future..."
Brian smirked as he leaned over the table closer to me. "So you admit it. You think we'll have a future together?"
I was caught off guard by his question. Had I just implied that we were to have a future together? And, did I think it was true? Did I even want it to be true? I looked into his cocoa eyes and all I saw was him staring back at me. Forever?
"Well I... you assume that when you start dating somebody that there will be a future. Otherwise, what's the point of dating at all?"
"Yeah but, do you want a future with me?" Brian asked, tone dropping an octave, serious and isolating. My response to this question could determine so many things. I had to word my response selectively.
"If you're willing to do what it takes to build a future with me, then I do."
Brian took my hand and stared at my fingers. I would have done anything at that point to know exactly what he was thinking. I had known him for some time now, and I still couldn't figure out what went on inside his head. He was too mysterious and complex. I felt I would never get a grip on Brian Haner.
"How do I build a future with a man that wants to keep me a secret?" Brian practically whispered, as he stroked my hand with his thumb.
"Brian..." I said defeatedly. "Let's not talk about that, okay? You made me a promise that you'd keep our life together out of our lives apart."
"But what if I want to be with you wholly and completely? What if I want the whole world to know that we're together..."
I turned my face away, staring out at the rippling swimming pool below the restaurant. Brian's hand never let go of mine. He was reminding me by not letting his strong front crumble because of my indecisiveness. I sighed and looked back at him.
"Give me some time, okay? Let me adjust to this. I feel like I'm going a mile a minute and I just want to get myself back into a routine."
"Zack, not everything in life is routine. Especially when it comes to love..."
That phrase again. I had heard it from Greta and now I was hearing it from Brian. The word 'love'. So serious and yet so played with. And it wasn't that I was ashamed of Brian, hell I had waltzed into a public hotel hand in hand with him hours earlier. It was the fact that my respectable disposition was close to being sterling, just as my father's was. Unlike most of the world, I still possessed the integrity and followed the rule of honor. And sleeping with your own employee was a bit too big of a mar for me to deal with at the moment. Not when I was still too caught up in all of these fairytale feelings Brian was giving me.
After that conversation, talk was scarce and we ate until our plates were vacant. Brian, being the gentleman that he was, threw down some more bills out of his wallet and motioned for me to follow him out of the restaurant. He held my hand on our way to check out and again as we departed. I didn't make eye contact with anybody that made eye contact with us, but I knew that their eyes were curious, judging, shocked, amazed. Whatever. Those people I would never see again.
The valet brought around Brian's Lincoln, and after we got in a depressing feeling came over me. It was that time to return to our serious lives. Working and existing in the same surroundings. Being in L.A. with Brian was like being in another world where my inhibitions were gone with the dust behind us, or down with the alcohol. It was boring watching the highway streak by while generic radio music played. I sighed deeply and it caught Brian's attention.
"What's wrong Zack?" He asked me.
"I don't know," I replied. "I don't feel like working. And I don't wanna go home."
"Well then what do you want to do? Want me to come over? We can go to the beach if you want."
I shook my head. "No, I don't want to go to the beach."
"Just wanna get rid of me?"
"No. Brian..." I frowned at him.
"Well tell me what you want to do, and I'll do it for you."
Again I shrugged. "Maybe I just need some more sleep or something."
Brian nodded. "Alright then. I'll let you off at your house so you can relax and do what you need to do."
"Okay." I agreed, thankful he was being understanding and didn't take the slightest offensive in me not wanting to hang out with him more.
The drive back to Huntington seemed like the longest hour of my life, but it was only noon when we arrived. I still had more than half of the day to waste.
Brian pulled up in front of my house, turned off his car and then got out. He came around to open my door like he always did, and I got out. He smiled at me before bringing me in for a long hug. He smelled so nice and the feeling of his firm chest pressed against my own was enough to make me smile as he stroked my hair. I pulled away, only to welcome him back against me with a long kiss.
"Call me later okay?" Brian requested after we'd broken apart again.
I nodded and watched him get back into his blue Lincoln, start it up and then drive off down the strip towards the intersection that would take him deep into the city. I turned and walked up the stone pathway to my front door, unlocking it and going inside. I was greeted by the smell of inactivity. Lately I hadn't been spending a lot of time at home, and when I did Brian was usually there to fill in the space and take out the silence. It was so quiet, I could almost hear my heavy sighs echo.
I went straight into my bedroom and into the closet where I grabbed a pair of old pyjama pants and a regular T-shirt of no sentimental value. I didn't feel the need to be dressy in my own house and I picked clothes that I could just throw back into their place, instead of having to take them, along with a mountain of other articles to the dry cleaners.
I wandered over to the book shelf just to see what sort of reading materials I had. There were a lot of classic cook books, some handed down to me from teachers I had in school and the head chefs at the culinary school I'd graduated from. I was always a favorite because nobody else ever got gifts from the teachers. Only I did when I expressed my love for creating and designing food that was not only meant to be nutritious, but was tempting to the eye and smelled of appetizing charm.
My reminiscence lead me further as I looked at the framed picture I had of me and my father when I was not but seven years old. It was an old fashioned styled photograph that my mother had taken of me and him walking through Huntington Park hand in hand. He has his handsome profile turned to me as I looked ahead. We both had the same haircut. I remember, because I had always wanted everything the same as my dad had. If he ordered a new suit for a wedding, I had to have the same one, but ten sizes smaller with a tie to match his. If he was to go golfing, he would take me along with him and we would have the same style clubs. I would get my hair cut on the same day he would and I forced him to promise me that before he left for business that he'd wake me up to let me know.
I missed him so, and I would have never thought I had to live my adult life with nothing but his memory and his words imprinted on my mind.
"The day will come Zachary, when you will be a man and you will have to make your own decisions with no one's help."
I swore I could remember everything he had ever said to me, because of how much I took it to heart. Now with him gone, I was making my own life instead of following his.
I sighed as I felt the warmth of longing tears blur my vision.
"I did everything you ever told me to do dad. What do I do now?"
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.
0.5
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
I was the first to rise the next morning in the hotel suite we had stayed in the night before. The sun was warm and blindingly bright as it shone through the large windows of the suite. One of us had forgotten to shut the curtains last night, so I gently slipped out of Brian's lazy embrace to shut them. I tiptoed around so as to not wake my sleeping boyfriend. It was only eight in the morning when I woke up and not the greatest of times to be awake either. I knew after standing up I couldn't fall back to sleep. Especially when Brian began snoring quite audibly.
"How romantic..." I quietly remarked after a particularly loud fit of snoring he emitted.
I busied myself with gathering our clothing and turning them outside in after having been forgotten and carelessly discarded in the bathroom before we went in the Jacuzzi last night. Both of us hadn't thought to bring extra clothes, even though we had both known we were to be staying in a hotel the night after meeting Brian's friends for drinks. The whole reason I had willingly accompanied Brian was to experience something different with him, and I was to end it with smelly clothing.
I figured I'd do him and I a favor by taking a quick shower in the glass stall that was also a steam room. After I turned on the water to almost unbearably hot, I turned on the steam setting and let the room fill with clouds of relaxing water vapor. My shower was extensive and very relieving. My muscles were sore and angry at me after my night spent with Brian. My thighs were tense from the position he had held me in and my ass wasn't in such good shape either. Feeling that hot water cascading down me in torrents was the ultimate in pain relievers. I just stood there, letting the droplets run through my hair, down my spine like the gentlest of lovers.
I spent a solid half an hour in the bathroom, lathering my hair and body with the tiny bottles of shower gel and coconut shampoo. I stayed in until my skin was red and beating from the intensity of the water and the heat that seeped out of the steam valves in three minute intervals. I felt virtually free of dirt or any type of residue that it almost felt unnatural. Just before I turned to cut off the water supply, a pair of arms came out of the steam and wrapped around my waist. Then, soft lips connected with my neck and I could feel a solid chest pressing up against my back. Brian had woken up.
"I know you weren't taking a shower without me, it's okay, you don't have to apologize." He whispered, before he kissed the crest of my jaw line.
I smiled and rubbed the hands that clasped just below my bellybutton. "Good morning."
Brian hummed joyfully in my ear. "Good morning gorgeous."
I laid my head back on his shoulder and let the shower spray heavily over my entire body. It provided an ideal and erotically slick surface for Brian's hands to go roaming across my skin, to whichever part of me he desired. And that so happened to be inwards from my hips. He traced the soft V shape of my pelvis over and over while placing gentle kisses all over my neck and shoulder. Sometimes he'd drag a finger up the smooth definition, and sometimes he'd lay his entire palm flat against my groin. Either way, the sensation was delicious, and matched with the way he suckled on my neck, I was trapped in a steamy heaven of lust and sensuality.
"Mmm, Brian," I moaned. "That feels good."
"Yeah?" He breathed.
I nodded my head, closing my eyes to maximize the feeling of his fingers delicately caressing me.
"That's great, cause it feels so good when I touch you."
I leaned back into his familiar embrace, silently granting him permission to take me and do with me what he wanted. I didn't expect him to keep on rubbing me though, even as my deepened breath confessed my complete admittance to him. Brian let the water soak him from head to toe.
"Did you have fun last night?" He asked me in a whisper, as he began to rock me in his arms.
I nodded in response to his inquiry.
"What was your favorite part?"
"Coming here with you." I admitted.
I felt him smirk against my cheek when he dipped in to press more chaste kisses to my jaw and neck.
Brian whispered into my ear, "Was it good?"
"Was what good?" I questioned.
"The sex last night," Brian said. "Was it good?"
I almost whimpered when Brian's hand lowered to brush against my cock. "It was amazing."
"Wanna do it again?"
I nodded frantically when the sudden urge to feel Brian all up inside took over, and my innocent shower time turned into the set from the perfect porn movie. It was so typical to have sex in a hotel shower stall, but the cliche wasn't what I was concerning myself over. What I was focused on mainly was when Brian knelt down onto his knees before me and stared up into my eyes with that rare innocence. But what we were about to do had nothing innocent about it.
"I thought you were gonna fuck me?" I asked him as he kissed the inside of my thigh.
Brian shook his head as he ran his hands up my legs. "I think I wanna eat your cum instead."
I thought I had a little more self control then what I displayed in that shower stall. but it turned out I was more of a perverted male than I had ever thought. Because after Brian had told me of his plans, I got hard in record time and thread my fingers through his wet hair. Not once did I look away from Brian as he wrapped his right hand around the base of my cock and licked at the head.
"Oh my God Brian..." I moaned.
Brian smiled demonically, licking his lips and preparing to take me inside his mouth entirely. I marveled at the way it slid inside, between those lips so easily. I thought for sure Brian would choke, but all I felt was hot tongue and wetness, stimulation after Brian pulled his head back and kept his lips wrapped around me.
Brian was so professional when it came to sex, it was like he knew everything and every little spot on my body to touch just to drive me crazy. Brian must have had some extensive knowledge of the male body, for he had me cumming down his throat in less than five minutes. There was no way I could last any longer than that.
Brian kept his tongue pressed against the head of my cock and awaited my hot liquid essence to drip onto his taste buds. I grimaced at the thought of swallowing semen, but Brian seemed to love it, adore the thought of it. He moaned when I spilled my seed into his mouth, and ate every last drop mixed in with the water. After he swallowed he stared up at me with a smile.
"You're delicious."
I had my back pressed against the cold shower tile. I was out of breath and I had barely moved an inch since Brian had invaded my private shower time, not that I was in any state to complain.
"Brian you're... fuck you're so good at giving head. How many dicks have you sucked that aren't mine?"
Brian grasped my hand and pulled himself up. He smirked before pressing a hard kiss to my lips. "Not too many. But I know how to treat a man right."
I nodded, pulling him in by the back of his neck. "Yes you do."
After stepping out of the shower, Brian and I dried each other off with fluffy white towels and got dressed in our clothes from yesterday to leave the suite. We were done with being confined to that one room, even though we had experienced some of our most intimate moments yet in that room, on a bed that wasn't ours. We then decided, after reaching the main floor to have breakfast in the hotel's restaurant before we hit the highway back to Huntington Beach.
I ordered the raspberry cream French toast with a bowl of fresh fruit and orange juice. I was in the mood for something classic and filling. Brian ordered himself some coffee and freshly made Belgian sugar waffles with sweet syrup. The restaurant was nice, and featured display cases of every type of dessert they carried. There were pineapple cakes that burst with exotic fruit arrangements, every flavor of cheesecake imaginable, all decadently made up and color schemed. There were crystal bowls with mountains of chocolate, vanilla, mango mousses, dishes of creme brulee, custard and souffles. The name of the restaurant then made a lot more sense once we sat down and looked around. Sweetie's. Yes, that definitely made more sense. And I had wondered why nothing on the menu was less than a thousand calories each.
"If you could open another restaurant, would you?" Brian asked me as he toyed with the cloth napkins.
"I don't know. I'd have to have a pretty good idea first," I replied. "Something innovative that nobody has ever done before."
"We should open up a new restaurant together." Brian stated rather plainly.
"Are you serious? Opening a restaurant takes a lot of time and planning, and a lot of money. And a lot of planning."
"But can you imagine the things we would come up with? Both of our minds combined. I bet it would be a great success."
I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe in the future..."
Brian smirked as he leaned over the table closer to me. "So you admit it. You think we'll have a future together?"
I was caught off guard by his question. Had I just implied that we were to have a future together? And, did I think it was true? Did I even want it to be true? I looked into his cocoa eyes and all I saw was him staring back at me. Forever?
"Well I... you assume that when you start dating somebody that there will be a future. Otherwise, what's the point of dating at all?"
"Yeah but, do you want a future with me?" Brian asked, tone dropping an octave, serious and isolating. My response to this question could determine so many things. I had to word my response selectively.
"If you're willing to do what it takes to build a future with me, then I do."
Brian took my hand and stared at my fingers. I would have done anything at that point to know exactly what he was thinking. I had known him for some time now, and I still couldn't figure out what went on inside his head. He was too mysterious and complex. I felt I would never get a grip on Brian Haner.
"How do I build a future with a man that wants to keep me a secret?" Brian practically whispered, as he stroked my hand with his thumb.
"Brian..." I said defeatedly. "Let's not talk about that, okay? You made me a promise that you'd keep our life together out of our lives apart."
"But what if I want to be with you wholly and completely? What if I want the whole world to know that we're together..."
I turned my face away, staring out at the rippling swimming pool below the restaurant. Brian's hand never let go of mine. He was reminding me by not letting his strong front crumble because of my indecisiveness. I sighed and looked back at him.
"Give me some time, okay? Let me adjust to this. I feel like I'm going a mile a minute and I just want to get myself back into a routine."
"Zack, not everything in life is routine. Especially when it comes to love..."
That phrase again. I had heard it from Greta and now I was hearing it from Brian. The word 'love'. So serious and yet so played with. And it wasn't that I was ashamed of Brian, hell I had waltzed into a public hotel hand in hand with him hours earlier. It was the fact that my respectable disposition was close to being sterling, just as my father's was. Unlike most of the world, I still possessed the integrity and followed the rule of honor. And sleeping with your own employee was a bit too big of a mar for me to deal with at the moment. Not when I was still too caught up in all of these fairytale feelings Brian was giving me.
After that conversation, talk was scarce and we ate until our plates were vacant. Brian, being the gentleman that he was, threw down some more bills out of his wallet and motioned for me to follow him out of the restaurant. He held my hand on our way to check out and again as we departed. I didn't make eye contact with anybody that made eye contact with us, but I knew that their eyes were curious, judging, shocked, amazed. Whatever. Those people I would never see again.
The valet brought around Brian's Lincoln, and after we got in a depressing feeling came over me. It was that time to return to our serious lives. Working and existing in the same surroundings. Being in L.A. with Brian was like being in another world where my inhibitions were gone with the dust behind us, or down with the alcohol. It was boring watching the highway streak by while generic radio music played. I sighed deeply and it caught Brian's attention.
"What's wrong Zack?" He asked me.
"I don't know," I replied. "I don't feel like working. And I don't wanna go home."
"Well then what do you want to do? Want me to come over? We can go to the beach if you want."
I shook my head. "No, I don't want to go to the beach."
"Just wanna get rid of me?"
"No. Brian..." I frowned at him.
"Well tell me what you want to do, and I'll do it for you."
Again I shrugged. "Maybe I just need some more sleep or something."
Brian nodded. "Alright then. I'll let you off at your house so you can relax and do what you need to do."
"Okay." I agreed, thankful he was being understanding and didn't take the slightest offensive in me not wanting to hang out with him more.
The drive back to Huntington seemed like the longest hour of my life, but it was only noon when we arrived. I still had more than half of the day to waste.
Brian pulled up in front of my house, turned off his car and then got out. He came around to open my door like he always did, and I got out. He smiled at me before bringing me in for a long hug. He smelled so nice and the feeling of his firm chest pressed against my own was enough to make me smile as he stroked my hair. I pulled away, only to welcome him back against me with a long kiss.
"Call me later okay?" Brian requested after we'd broken apart again.
I nodded and watched him get back into his blue Lincoln, start it up and then drive off down the strip towards the intersection that would take him deep into the city. I turned and walked up the stone pathway to my front door, unlocking it and going inside. I was greeted by the smell of inactivity. Lately I hadn't been spending a lot of time at home, and when I did Brian was usually there to fill in the space and take out the silence. It was so quiet, I could almost hear my heavy sighs echo.
I went straight into my bedroom and into the closet where I grabbed a pair of old pyjama pants and a regular T-shirt of no sentimental value. I didn't feel the need to be dressy in my own house and I picked clothes that I could just throw back into their place, instead of having to take them, along with a mountain of other articles to the dry cleaners.
I wandered over to the book shelf just to see what sort of reading materials I had. There were a lot of classic cook books, some handed down to me from teachers I had in school and the head chefs at the culinary school I'd graduated from. I was always a favorite because nobody else ever got gifts from the teachers. Only I did when I expressed my love for creating and designing food that was not only meant to be nutritious, but was tempting to the eye and smelled of appetizing charm.
My reminiscence lead me further as I looked at the framed picture I had of me and my father when I was not but seven years old. It was an old fashioned styled photograph that my mother had taken of me and him walking through Huntington Park hand in hand. He has his handsome profile turned to me as I looked ahead. We both had the same haircut. I remember, because I had always wanted everything the same as my dad had. If he ordered a new suit for a wedding, I had to have the same one, but ten sizes smaller with a tie to match his. If he was to go golfing, he would take me along with him and we would have the same style clubs. I would get my hair cut on the same day he would and I forced him to promise me that before he left for business that he'd wake me up to let me know.
I missed him so, and I would have never thought I had to live my adult life with nothing but his memory and his words imprinted on my mind.
"The day will come Zachary, when you will be a man and you will have to make your own decisions with no one's help."
I swore I could remember everything he had ever said to me, because of how much I took it to heart. Now with him gone, I was making my own life instead of following his.
I sighed as I felt the warmth of longing tears blur my vision.
"I did everything you ever told me to do dad. What do I do now?"
poor zacky though