The Last Baker (The End)
Title: The Last Baker [24] FINAL CHAPTER
Author: shorthorror
Pairing: Brian Haner & Zachary Baker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This beautiful asshole just came around and started ruining everything for me. I was the last Baker, and I'd promised my father our name would not die with me.
Disclaimer: I am confident the readers can distinguish between what is real and what is fiction. I need not state the obvious.
0.5|One|Two|Three|Four|Five|Six|Seven|Eight|Nine|Ten|Eleven|Twelve
Thirteen|Fourteen|Fifteen|Sixteen|Seventeen|Eighteen|Nineteen|Twenty
Twenty One|Twenty Two|Twenty Three|Twenty Three
I fiddled with my violet satin tie as I awaited Brian's words of confirmation through outside of the door that I was facing. I felt strange wearing shined black dress shoes with my pressed slacks and my white button up tucked into the waistband. Brian insisted I wear exactly that, plus the tie and a dark purple blazer. I didn't even know I had a dark purple blazer until Brian had rummaged through my entire closet while I stood helplessly behind him, fidgeting and slipping on the edge of regret for saying he could reorganize my house as half the payment for firing him.
He made me promise to kick my unusual habit of color coordinating everything I owned. My closet that I once loved to look into and see reds, oranges to yellows and so on, was now in a pile on the carpet in my bedroom. I looked down painfully at the clutter of wrinkled shirts, sweaters, suits and jackets. Once Brian was done trashing my wardrobe, he stood next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, squeezing tightly and reassuringly.
"Don't worry," he said. "You'll still be able to find everything. You just have to go swimming in a four foot pile of clothes."
I grimaced and almost whimpered at the fact that my neat and catalogued walk in closet was at my feet in heaps. Why the fuck had I agreed to let Brian do this?
"At least I'm not reorganizing your pants too." Brian pointed out before pressing a hard kiss to my cheek.
"I hate you so much right now."
Brian laughed and then stopped abruptly, before he bounded out of the room. I followed him quickly all the while shouting. "You better not go into the downstairs closet! Don't touch anything else!"
I found Brian in my kitchen, looking through my cereal cupboard. The Fruit Loops took up the space on the left, then the Reese Puffs and Shreddies, while on the right there was Raisin Bran and frosted Cheerios. Yes, I even color coded my breakfast cereal. But why was that such a crime? How come Brian laughed when he saw that I had made a rainbow out of cereal boxes?
"Babe! You're fucking insane! Look at this, it's a fucking rainbow of cereal!" Brian said as he pointed at my obvious display of OCD impulses. I blushed and looked away.
"Oh come on, leave me alone. There's nothing wrong with the way I have my cereal."
Brian huffed, closing the cupboard before perking up again. He seemed to have another ingenious idea to destroy any evidence that I was once a neat and coordinated man.
"What?" I asked fearfully.
"The linen closet!"
"NO!"
Brian was up and running again and I was a few feet behind him, trying to catch him and keep him from 'redecorating' my towels and sheets all over the halls.
In the end, Brian helped me put everything back in random order, after having taken the liberty of making a thorough mess all by himself. He made me take an oath that I would live like a normal person and refrain from hanging my red T-shirts up on the left of my closet. I vowed that I would make an attempt, but he shot me a dirty look of playful contempt and warning. I sighed defeated and then agreed to not color coordinate my soap or my towels or my vitamins or my refrigerator ever again, for the sake of what he claimed to be my own sanity and our relationship.
Now, I found myself awaiting entry permission through a heavy painted steal door and I was all dressed up. Finally, Brian yelled for me to come in, and I opened the door to see him lounging in a reclining chair. He too was dressed in a suit, only he had a blue tie on and he got to keep his hair spiked up. My hair was combed back and away from my face. I smiled faintly at Brian wearing his black suit. The formal look really accentuated his pretty face.
"Ah, Mister Baker. What brings you to my office like this?" Brian asked me.
I blushed and tried to remember what I was supposed to say. "Oh, you know me Principle Haner. I'm just a bad, bad boy."
I took a few steps towards the desk Brian sat behind, smiling uncontrollably. "Well, you know what we do to bad boys, don't you Zachary?"
"Oh gee," I said with mock innocence, batting my thick lashes. "I hope you don't spank me again."
Brian got up out of the chair, and circled the desk like a prowling tiger, slow and focused, eying his prey unblinkingly. "No, not this time. This time, your punishment is going to be much worse."
"Oh no!" I cried out theatrically. "What could be worse than your big strong hands hitting my young flesh?"
As cheesy as I felt wearing the school boy outfit and reciting lines that Brian demanded I said, it was actually sort of fun acting out Brian's little fantasy. I tried my best not to laugh at our poorly written porn script and just go along with it for Brian's sake. After all, I had promised. And a Baker was a man of his word.
"I'll tell you what could be worse." Brian said, running his palms down my chest as he neared. "My big strong cock pounding into your young hole."
"Oh dear Principle Haner, anything but that!"
"Well, how about you put those sexy lips of your to work then?" He asked as he eyed his belt buckle.
The pressure from having to reenact Brian's favorite sexual fantasy was hard enough, but when he slid his leather belt out of it's loops and unzipped his pants, I felt like I was being crushed by my obligation. I had never given head before and I knew I would be nothing like Brian was at it. Brian made it look so easy and enjoyable, but I feared for Brian and myself after I was reminded of how big his dick was. I knew he could sense my timidity by the way he ran the pad of his thumb over my cheek, before laying a gentle kiss on my lips.
"It's okay if you don't know how. I'll teach you." He whispered onto my mouth.
"Oh merciful principle." I said sarcastically.
"Hey! This is my office! And by office I mean fantasy so get on your knees bad boy, before I suspend you."
I knit my eyebrows together, but couldn't help but smile tightly. I breathed deeply as I dropped to my knees in front of him. It was going to be okay, I told myself. I just to do it the way I liked it and it will all be fine. Brian would have a screaming orgasm, blow his load down my throat and then I would be free to go.
Brian held his cock with his right hand as he looked down on me. "I think I need some warming up."
"Of course you do. You're an old principle so it's common to have erectile dysfunction. It's okay, let me help you out." I said teasingly. If Brian was going to have fun getting his cock sucked, I would at least make the most of my part as the helpless school boy.
"I'm a pretty young principle..." Brian began as I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave him a couple soft strokes. "So it won't take long before-"
"Ew, I've never seen an old man's balls before!" I exclaimed childishly.
"Zack!" Brian yelled, slapping my hand away. "You're ruining my school boy fantasy!"
I sat back on my legs and giggled. Brian bent to grab me by the tie and force me to stand lest I be choked by an article of clothing. He forced me up against the desk with his pants still open. I would have been able to feel the warmth of his bare body if I weren't wearing an unacceptable amount of clothes for this particular lifelong wet dream turned reality.
"I'm sorry," I said as I hopped up onto the desk and let Brian slip between my legs. "What do you want me to do?"
Brian didn't say anything. He knew if he laid the responsibility on me, I would just ruin his vision. He was going to take matters into his own hands since I had made it apparent I wasn't going to fully cooperate. No, I was still sore at him for changing the Fruit Loops box with the Raisin Bran. I watched as Brian began to unbutton my shirt after he'd pushed the purple blazer off my shoulders so it formed a semi circle of fabric around me on the desk.
"Oh Mr. Haner, my mommy told me not to let anyone touch me there." I said, feigning virginal naivety as Brian let his hands run down my exposed chest and down to my belt buckle.
"I bet you're mommy never told you what this feels like." Brian leered as he slid his hand underneath my boxers, having unbuckled my belt.
My spine arced when I felt Brian's hand rubbing and stimulating my dick. Now that the negligible talking was over, I knew we could get to the good part. The part where clothes weren't allowed, especially stupid purple blazers and pressed slacks.
"Oh Mr. Haner." I moaned, making sure to press up against my lover. "That feels so good."
He smirked against my neck as he kissed it. "What did I tell you little Zachary?"
Staring down at Brian's hand pumping me firmly and faster with each stroke, I stiffened considerably, until he was no longer turning me on, but starting the process of getting me off. Brian had the perfect hands for my cock. They seemed to fit me perfectly, rub with the precise amount of pressure until my blood was flowing freely. But he stopped before any of those pleasurable little tingles could make their way up my back and out my mouth in the form of pants and groans.
Brian pulled my shoes off and then proceeded to rid me of my pants, until I was sitting up on that desk in just a tie, my hair still slicked back conservatively. I must have been quite the sight, for when he stood back to take me in, his arousal became all the more prominent.
"Wow, I've never seen one like yours Principle Haner. " I said as I took my turn in stroking Brian's dick.
His chocolate eyes rolled at the sound of my sexual tone. Brian loved indulging his every sense when it came to sex. He liked the taste, feel, smell, look and sound of sex in general. I connected it to the senses we used to tell if food was good enough to be served. Our professions helped greatly in opening us up to the sensual world of creative intimacy and amazing sex.
"God Zack..." My boyfriend moaned. "Keep talking like that."
I pulled him in, letting go of his erection as I leaned inwardly to whisper. "Get that cock up my ass, and I'll tell you everything you've ever wanted to hear."
Brian took off his shirt in a rush, eager to feel me from the inside, especially after hearing my little offer. His pants dropped down around his feet and he gripped my legs, helping me spread them apart so he could get as close to me as possible. I felt his hardness brushing up against mine and let out a short whimper of agonizing anticipation. Funny how quickly I could transform a silly little role play into a hot and sultry act of lust and sexual hunger.
"Suck on this, kitten." Brian said as he slid his index finger past my lips. I obeyed and lavished his finger with my saliva, because I knew all too well where it was going after he pulled it out of my mouth with a cute pop.
The first entry was always a little painful for me. I watched though with an intent eye, my knees bent and pressed back to my chest as Brian inserted that one coated finger slowly. He liked to draw out the motion, smirking devilishly as I tried to smile but only ended up with my lips hanging open.
"You like that don't you, dirty little boy." Brian purred.
I bit my lip and nodded. "I think I'd like that big hard dick even better though sir."
Brian removed his finger from my entrance and laughed while catching my lips in a wet and smutty kiss of pure adulterated desire. Our tongues flickered together and we tilted our heads from side to side, trying to find that perfect angle for the deepest, most passionate kiss we could manage. Brian wove his fingers through my hair that was stiff yet still flexible with the salon gel. The kiss was delicious, and I had a feeling Brian wasn't acting it out as a part of his fantasy. We were truly kissing like long lost lovers. We were all over each other, breath hot on each others swollen lips whenever we were breathless, but we went back to it right after.
"Come on, fuck me Brian." I murmured against his jaw after we had parted.
He obliged right away and hooked his arm under my left leg. With his other arm, he supported my back as I took hold of his erection and placed the leaking tip right in front of my hole. Brian's forehead was pressed to mine and he looked at me with that look of question, silently asking me if I was ready because he sure as hell was. I could tell how impatient he was by the way he nipped at my bottom lip and practically begged me with his eyes. I nodded my head, confirming again that this was okay. This was what I wanted. This was my way of telling Brian the old me was gone, and I was ready to accept him completely with loving arms. Our rough patch was far surpassed and I needed to feel him inside again as assurance that he was really going to be there for me when I needed it.
Once Brian squeezed his way in, his eyes pressed shut as the hot tension took him over, turning him into a beast. I winced at the beautiful intrusion, but tried not to let the pain show through the pleasure. Brian would never have started finally thrusting into me if I'd shown any signs of discomfort.
"It's starting to feel better right?" Brian asked me as he rocked his hips against mine slowly.
I nodded. "Yeah, it feels good."
I could empathize with the way Brian winced with every thrill he got after sliding back into my heat. The feeling of being enveloped in such a tight little space was overwhelming and could drive a man crazy. But I knew it wasn't just the feeling of being buried so deeply inside. It was the fact that he was with me. His body was mine as mine was his and I didn't want it any other way. I loved his arms, the way they held me close. I loved his chest and the way it felt pressed up against my own. I loved his body, loved kissing and licking every inch of those solid muscles. I loved Brian's legs and his lips and his hair and everything.
It wasn't long before Brian was pushing into me faster. Our moans filled the office and could probably be heard from down the halls, but I didn't care. The intoxicating feeling of Brian hitting my sweet spot over and over helped me to shut every other thought out. I writhed in pleasure beneath him, feeling our peak approaching quicker than normal.
"Brian... I'm gonna come." I warned him as he reflectively stroked my cock and fucked me ruthlessly at the same time.
Before I could even get lost in the ecstasy of the heat and orgasm, Brian beat me to it. His passion had built up so fast, he was spilling his hot liquid inside of me even after I'd reached that intensity of a harsh orgasm. Brian was shaking, leaning against me and shuddering after he'd pulled out. I looked down at him and passed my tongue over my lip rings as the last drop of his cum fell to the floor. Our bodies were warm with sweat and our muscles were tense.
"Oh yeah baby, now that's what I call an orgasm." Brian said after he'd almost slipped on his own cum as he gathered our clothes from the floor. I giggled and watched as he put his boxers and pants back on.
I got off the desk and bent down to pick up my own clothes. The moisture from two freshly blown loads felt like it was all over my body. I felt dirty and decided a shower was what I needed first and foremost after we'd gotten each other dressed again.
before we left, Brian grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. He coiled his arms around me and to my surprise, lifted me up. I made it easier by wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Tell me you love me baby."
I smiled and kissed him hard on the lips. "I love you, Brian."
"You're not afraid to tell the whole world that you love me?" He asked.
"I'd tell every fucking person on this planet how much I love you baby."
Brian smiled with all of his perfect teeth gleaming. "Good."
We walked out of the office, down the hall and through the empty kitchens. Without the stoves and the utensils, pans, pots, stemware and dishes, Milan Verde felt ominous. So many times I'd walked these kitchens, watching my staff proudly as they worked to increase the value of my name by making the best damn Italian food you could ever eat. I wasn't afraid to say it, because I knew I was the best. I had the very best team. The very best equipment and the very best name. But now, my five star restaurant was no more.
I got a lot of press asking me why I'd decided to close down a restaurant that was doing so well and was in no danger of ever being shut down. I nodded my head and looked at those damn reporters and told them.
"My father always told me to go for what I wanted in life, even if it meant sacrificing something else to get it. Right now, I'm in love, and I'd sacrifice anything for him." Was what I said to anybody who questioned my game plan.
Was this the end of Zachary Baker's culinary legacy? No, of course not. Everyone knew I was much too proud to ever give up. This was only the beginning of my reign as one of Huntington Beach's elite chefs.
Brian and I stood out from of the former restaurant, staring up at the sign I had designed myself. A blend of olive green with gold and the red of the Italian flag. The letters were large and eye catching and could be seen from down the street. I would miss that crimson canopy to house any customers having to wait to be seated on a busy night. When I looked up at the result of half a life's work, I felt a little part of me break away. But it was okay, because a new part was coming to take it's place. And that part was standing beside me, holding my hand.
"We've come so far, yet it looks like we haven't gone anywhere at all." Brian said wistfully.
"We've come farther than I've ever gone in my life." I told him.
Brian turned to me, smirking like the very first time we ever met. "How do you feel? Your dream was right here for so many years, and now it's just gone like that?"
I shrugged. "You know, it doesn't feel like I've given up on anything. I'm still doing what I love."
"If by doing what you love, you mean fucking me, then I agree."
"That was the point." I said with a small giggle.
Brian took both of my hands as we stood out on the sidewalk in the middle of a populated street. "You know... you don't have to be the last Baker."
I cocked my head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"If you ever want to make me Brian Baker..."
I let my lips part at the sound of those unexpected words. Brian's big cocoa eyes gleamed as a smile began to form on my face. "Bri... you wanna marry me?"
"Woah there Zachary, let's take this one step at a time."
"You're right." I said.
If my dad was watching me right now, I'm not sure if he would be crying or smiling down upon me. I had done everything he told me to do, with no exceptions. I chased my dreams until they came true. I didn't compromise my honor for something that wasn't worth while. I never lied to succeed. In a way, I had never really let him down. And now, I was at the beginning of something bigger and better than I'd ever imagined.
This was all thanks to some little snotty shit that waltzed into my office one afternoon when I thought all hope was lost. An egotistical brat that was every bit like me as I was like him.
Brian was the promise I could keep to my father. Because with him...
I could do anything.
***
As most of you know, I promised you twenty five parts. You will get your twenty five of course. The very last installment of The Last Baker will be an epilogue. Just because it's one last chance to make them happy and mushy all over again.
After the epilogue, I will be working on writing out a few parts of my next story before posting in a few days. I've decided, since there were equal votes for Matt/Brian and Matt/Jimmy, that I will work on the one with the one and only Reverend. Just because I love him so and I have a fuckin twisted ass story for you guys involving him and our beloved M. Shadows.
So keep your eyes open for more by me if you liked this story. 'Cause I ain't goin nowhere!
Love
shorthorror
Author: shorthorror
Pairing: Brian Haner & Zachary Baker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This beautiful asshole just came around and started ruining everything for me. I was the last Baker, and I'd promised my father our name would not die with me.
Disclaimer: I am confident the readers can distinguish between what is real and what is fiction. I need not state the obvious.
0.5|One|Two|Three|Four|Five|Six|Seven|Eight|Nine|Ten|Eleven|Twelve
Thirteen|Fourteen|Fifteen|Sixteen|Seventeen|Eighteen|Nineteen|Twenty
Twenty One|Twenty Two|Twenty Three|Twenty Three
I fiddled with my violet satin tie as I awaited Brian's words of confirmation through outside of the door that I was facing. I felt strange wearing shined black dress shoes with my pressed slacks and my white button up tucked into the waistband. Brian insisted I wear exactly that, plus the tie and a dark purple blazer. I didn't even know I had a dark purple blazer until Brian had rummaged through my entire closet while I stood helplessly behind him, fidgeting and slipping on the edge of regret for saying he could reorganize my house as half the payment for firing him.
He made me promise to kick my unusual habit of color coordinating everything I owned. My closet that I once loved to look into and see reds, oranges to yellows and so on, was now in a pile on the carpet in my bedroom. I looked down painfully at the clutter of wrinkled shirts, sweaters, suits and jackets. Once Brian was done trashing my wardrobe, he stood next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, squeezing tightly and reassuringly.
"Don't worry," he said. "You'll still be able to find everything. You just have to go swimming in a four foot pile of clothes."
I grimaced and almost whimpered at the fact that my neat and catalogued walk in closet was at my feet in heaps. Why the fuck had I agreed to let Brian do this?
"At least I'm not reorganizing your pants too." Brian pointed out before pressing a hard kiss to my cheek.
"I hate you so much right now."
Brian laughed and then stopped abruptly, before he bounded out of the room. I followed him quickly all the while shouting. "You better not go into the downstairs closet! Don't touch anything else!"
I found Brian in my kitchen, looking through my cereal cupboard. The Fruit Loops took up the space on the left, then the Reese Puffs and Shreddies, while on the right there was Raisin Bran and frosted Cheerios. Yes, I even color coded my breakfast cereal. But why was that such a crime? How come Brian laughed when he saw that I had made a rainbow out of cereal boxes?
"Babe! You're fucking insane! Look at this, it's a fucking rainbow of cereal!" Brian said as he pointed at my obvious display of OCD impulses. I blushed and looked away.
"Oh come on, leave me alone. There's nothing wrong with the way I have my cereal."
Brian huffed, closing the cupboard before perking up again. He seemed to have another ingenious idea to destroy any evidence that I was once a neat and coordinated man.
"What?" I asked fearfully.
"The linen closet!"
"NO!"
Brian was up and running again and I was a few feet behind him, trying to catch him and keep him from 'redecorating' my towels and sheets all over the halls.
In the end, Brian helped me put everything back in random order, after having taken the liberty of making a thorough mess all by himself. He made me take an oath that I would live like a normal person and refrain from hanging my red T-shirts up on the left of my closet. I vowed that I would make an attempt, but he shot me a dirty look of playful contempt and warning. I sighed defeated and then agreed to not color coordinate my soap or my towels or my vitamins or my refrigerator ever again, for the sake of what he claimed to be my own sanity and our relationship.
Now, I found myself awaiting entry permission through a heavy painted steal door and I was all dressed up. Finally, Brian yelled for me to come in, and I opened the door to see him lounging in a reclining chair. He too was dressed in a suit, only he had a blue tie on and he got to keep his hair spiked up. My hair was combed back and away from my face. I smiled faintly at Brian wearing his black suit. The formal look really accentuated his pretty face.
"Ah, Mister Baker. What brings you to my office like this?" Brian asked me.
I blushed and tried to remember what I was supposed to say. "Oh, you know me Principle Haner. I'm just a bad, bad boy."
I took a few steps towards the desk Brian sat behind, smiling uncontrollably. "Well, you know what we do to bad boys, don't you Zachary?"
"Oh gee," I said with mock innocence, batting my thick lashes. "I hope you don't spank me again."
Brian got up out of the chair, and circled the desk like a prowling tiger, slow and focused, eying his prey unblinkingly. "No, not this time. This time, your punishment is going to be much worse."
"Oh no!" I cried out theatrically. "What could be worse than your big strong hands hitting my young flesh?"
As cheesy as I felt wearing the school boy outfit and reciting lines that Brian demanded I said, it was actually sort of fun acting out Brian's little fantasy. I tried my best not to laugh at our poorly written porn script and just go along with it for Brian's sake. After all, I had promised. And a Baker was a man of his word.
"I'll tell you what could be worse." Brian said, running his palms down my chest as he neared. "My big strong cock pounding into your young hole."
"Oh dear Principle Haner, anything but that!"
"Well, how about you put those sexy lips of your to work then?" He asked as he eyed his belt buckle.
The pressure from having to reenact Brian's favorite sexual fantasy was hard enough, but when he slid his leather belt out of it's loops and unzipped his pants, I felt like I was being crushed by my obligation. I had never given head before and I knew I would be nothing like Brian was at it. Brian made it look so easy and enjoyable, but I feared for Brian and myself after I was reminded of how big his dick was. I knew he could sense my timidity by the way he ran the pad of his thumb over my cheek, before laying a gentle kiss on my lips.
"It's okay if you don't know how. I'll teach you." He whispered onto my mouth.
"Oh merciful principle." I said sarcastically.
"Hey! This is my office! And by office I mean fantasy so get on your knees bad boy, before I suspend you."
I knit my eyebrows together, but couldn't help but smile tightly. I breathed deeply as I dropped to my knees in front of him. It was going to be okay, I told myself. I just to do it the way I liked it and it will all be fine. Brian would have a screaming orgasm, blow his load down my throat and then I would be free to go.
Brian held his cock with his right hand as he looked down on me. "I think I need some warming up."
"Of course you do. You're an old principle so it's common to have erectile dysfunction. It's okay, let me help you out." I said teasingly. If Brian was going to have fun getting his cock sucked, I would at least make the most of my part as the helpless school boy.
"I'm a pretty young principle..." Brian began as I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave him a couple soft strokes. "So it won't take long before-"
"Ew, I've never seen an old man's balls before!" I exclaimed childishly.
"Zack!" Brian yelled, slapping my hand away. "You're ruining my school boy fantasy!"
I sat back on my legs and giggled. Brian bent to grab me by the tie and force me to stand lest I be choked by an article of clothing. He forced me up against the desk with his pants still open. I would have been able to feel the warmth of his bare body if I weren't wearing an unacceptable amount of clothes for this particular lifelong wet dream turned reality.
"I'm sorry," I said as I hopped up onto the desk and let Brian slip between my legs. "What do you want me to do?"
Brian didn't say anything. He knew if he laid the responsibility on me, I would just ruin his vision. He was going to take matters into his own hands since I had made it apparent I wasn't going to fully cooperate. No, I was still sore at him for changing the Fruit Loops box with the Raisin Bran. I watched as Brian began to unbutton my shirt after he'd pushed the purple blazer off my shoulders so it formed a semi circle of fabric around me on the desk.
"Oh Mr. Haner, my mommy told me not to let anyone touch me there." I said, feigning virginal naivety as Brian let his hands run down my exposed chest and down to my belt buckle.
"I bet you're mommy never told you what this feels like." Brian leered as he slid his hand underneath my boxers, having unbuckled my belt.
My spine arced when I felt Brian's hand rubbing and stimulating my dick. Now that the negligible talking was over, I knew we could get to the good part. The part where clothes weren't allowed, especially stupid purple blazers and pressed slacks.
"Oh Mr. Haner." I moaned, making sure to press up against my lover. "That feels so good."
He smirked against my neck as he kissed it. "What did I tell you little Zachary?"
Staring down at Brian's hand pumping me firmly and faster with each stroke, I stiffened considerably, until he was no longer turning me on, but starting the process of getting me off. Brian had the perfect hands for my cock. They seemed to fit me perfectly, rub with the precise amount of pressure until my blood was flowing freely. But he stopped before any of those pleasurable little tingles could make their way up my back and out my mouth in the form of pants and groans.
Brian pulled my shoes off and then proceeded to rid me of my pants, until I was sitting up on that desk in just a tie, my hair still slicked back conservatively. I must have been quite the sight, for when he stood back to take me in, his arousal became all the more prominent.
"Wow, I've never seen one like yours Principle Haner. " I said as I took my turn in stroking Brian's dick.
His chocolate eyes rolled at the sound of my sexual tone. Brian loved indulging his every sense when it came to sex. He liked the taste, feel, smell, look and sound of sex in general. I connected it to the senses we used to tell if food was good enough to be served. Our professions helped greatly in opening us up to the sensual world of creative intimacy and amazing sex.
"God Zack..." My boyfriend moaned. "Keep talking like that."
I pulled him in, letting go of his erection as I leaned inwardly to whisper. "Get that cock up my ass, and I'll tell you everything you've ever wanted to hear."
Brian took off his shirt in a rush, eager to feel me from the inside, especially after hearing my little offer. His pants dropped down around his feet and he gripped my legs, helping me spread them apart so he could get as close to me as possible. I felt his hardness brushing up against mine and let out a short whimper of agonizing anticipation. Funny how quickly I could transform a silly little role play into a hot and sultry act of lust and sexual hunger.
"Suck on this, kitten." Brian said as he slid his index finger past my lips. I obeyed and lavished his finger with my saliva, because I knew all too well where it was going after he pulled it out of my mouth with a cute pop.
The first entry was always a little painful for me. I watched though with an intent eye, my knees bent and pressed back to my chest as Brian inserted that one coated finger slowly. He liked to draw out the motion, smirking devilishly as I tried to smile but only ended up with my lips hanging open.
"You like that don't you, dirty little boy." Brian purred.
I bit my lip and nodded. "I think I'd like that big hard dick even better though sir."
Brian removed his finger from my entrance and laughed while catching my lips in a wet and smutty kiss of pure adulterated desire. Our tongues flickered together and we tilted our heads from side to side, trying to find that perfect angle for the deepest, most passionate kiss we could manage. Brian wove his fingers through my hair that was stiff yet still flexible with the salon gel. The kiss was delicious, and I had a feeling Brian wasn't acting it out as a part of his fantasy. We were truly kissing like long lost lovers. We were all over each other, breath hot on each others swollen lips whenever we were breathless, but we went back to it right after.
"Come on, fuck me Brian." I murmured against his jaw after we had parted.
He obliged right away and hooked his arm under my left leg. With his other arm, he supported my back as I took hold of his erection and placed the leaking tip right in front of my hole. Brian's forehead was pressed to mine and he looked at me with that look of question, silently asking me if I was ready because he sure as hell was. I could tell how impatient he was by the way he nipped at my bottom lip and practically begged me with his eyes. I nodded my head, confirming again that this was okay. This was what I wanted. This was my way of telling Brian the old me was gone, and I was ready to accept him completely with loving arms. Our rough patch was far surpassed and I needed to feel him inside again as assurance that he was really going to be there for me when I needed it.
Once Brian squeezed his way in, his eyes pressed shut as the hot tension took him over, turning him into a beast. I winced at the beautiful intrusion, but tried not to let the pain show through the pleasure. Brian would never have started finally thrusting into me if I'd shown any signs of discomfort.
"It's starting to feel better right?" Brian asked me as he rocked his hips against mine slowly.
I nodded. "Yeah, it feels good."
I could empathize with the way Brian winced with every thrill he got after sliding back into my heat. The feeling of being enveloped in such a tight little space was overwhelming and could drive a man crazy. But I knew it wasn't just the feeling of being buried so deeply inside. It was the fact that he was with me. His body was mine as mine was his and I didn't want it any other way. I loved his arms, the way they held me close. I loved his chest and the way it felt pressed up against my own. I loved his body, loved kissing and licking every inch of those solid muscles. I loved Brian's legs and his lips and his hair and everything.
It wasn't long before Brian was pushing into me faster. Our moans filled the office and could probably be heard from down the halls, but I didn't care. The intoxicating feeling of Brian hitting my sweet spot over and over helped me to shut every other thought out. I writhed in pleasure beneath him, feeling our peak approaching quicker than normal.
"Brian... I'm gonna come." I warned him as he reflectively stroked my cock and fucked me ruthlessly at the same time.
Before I could even get lost in the ecstasy of the heat and orgasm, Brian beat me to it. His passion had built up so fast, he was spilling his hot liquid inside of me even after I'd reached that intensity of a harsh orgasm. Brian was shaking, leaning against me and shuddering after he'd pulled out. I looked down at him and passed my tongue over my lip rings as the last drop of his cum fell to the floor. Our bodies were warm with sweat and our muscles were tense.
"Oh yeah baby, now that's what I call an orgasm." Brian said after he'd almost slipped on his own cum as he gathered our clothes from the floor. I giggled and watched as he put his boxers and pants back on.
I got off the desk and bent down to pick up my own clothes. The moisture from two freshly blown loads felt like it was all over my body. I felt dirty and decided a shower was what I needed first and foremost after we'd gotten each other dressed again.
before we left, Brian grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. He coiled his arms around me and to my surprise, lifted me up. I made it easier by wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Tell me you love me baby."
I smiled and kissed him hard on the lips. "I love you, Brian."
"You're not afraid to tell the whole world that you love me?" He asked.
"I'd tell every fucking person on this planet how much I love you baby."
Brian smiled with all of his perfect teeth gleaming. "Good."
We walked out of the office, down the hall and through the empty kitchens. Without the stoves and the utensils, pans, pots, stemware and dishes, Milan Verde felt ominous. So many times I'd walked these kitchens, watching my staff proudly as they worked to increase the value of my name by making the best damn Italian food you could ever eat. I wasn't afraid to say it, because I knew I was the best. I had the very best team. The very best equipment and the very best name. But now, my five star restaurant was no more.
I got a lot of press asking me why I'd decided to close down a restaurant that was doing so well and was in no danger of ever being shut down. I nodded my head and looked at those damn reporters and told them.
"My father always told me to go for what I wanted in life, even if it meant sacrificing something else to get it. Right now, I'm in love, and I'd sacrifice anything for him." Was what I said to anybody who questioned my game plan.
Was this the end of Zachary Baker's culinary legacy? No, of course not. Everyone knew I was much too proud to ever give up. This was only the beginning of my reign as one of Huntington Beach's elite chefs.
Brian and I stood out from of the former restaurant, staring up at the sign I had designed myself. A blend of olive green with gold and the red of the Italian flag. The letters were large and eye catching and could be seen from down the street. I would miss that crimson canopy to house any customers having to wait to be seated on a busy night. When I looked up at the result of half a life's work, I felt a little part of me break away. But it was okay, because a new part was coming to take it's place. And that part was standing beside me, holding my hand.
"We've come so far, yet it looks like we haven't gone anywhere at all." Brian said wistfully.
"We've come farther than I've ever gone in my life." I told him.
Brian turned to me, smirking like the very first time we ever met. "How do you feel? Your dream was right here for so many years, and now it's just gone like that?"
I shrugged. "You know, it doesn't feel like I've given up on anything. I'm still doing what I love."
"If by doing what you love, you mean fucking me, then I agree."
"That was the point." I said with a small giggle.
Brian took both of my hands as we stood out on the sidewalk in the middle of a populated street. "You know... you don't have to be the last Baker."
I cocked my head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"If you ever want to make me Brian Baker..."
I let my lips part at the sound of those unexpected words. Brian's big cocoa eyes gleamed as a smile began to form on my face. "Bri... you wanna marry me?"
"Woah there Zachary, let's take this one step at a time."
"You're right." I said.
If my dad was watching me right now, I'm not sure if he would be crying or smiling down upon me. I had done everything he told me to do, with no exceptions. I chased my dreams until they came true. I didn't compromise my honor for something that wasn't worth while. I never lied to succeed. In a way, I had never really let him down. And now, I was at the beginning of something bigger and better than I'd ever imagined.
This was all thanks to some little snotty shit that waltzed into my office one afternoon when I thought all hope was lost. An egotistical brat that was every bit like me as I was like him.
Brian was the promise I could keep to my father. Because with him...
I could do anything.
***
As most of you know, I promised you twenty five parts. You will get your twenty five of course. The very last installment of The Last Baker will be an epilogue. Just because it's one last chance to make them happy and mushy all over again.
After the epilogue, I will be working on writing out a few parts of my next story before posting in a few days. I've decided, since there were equal votes for Matt/Brian and Matt/Jimmy, that I will work on the one with the one and only Reverend. Just because I love him so and I have a fuckin twisted ass story for you guys involving him and our beloved M. Shadows.
So keep your eyes open for more by me if you liked this story. 'Cause I ain't goin nowhere!
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