Golden Slumbers .:2:.

As Zacky typed on his computer, trying to forget the two bitch coworkers who seemed to have a lot of fun fucking with him in what kind of coffee they wanted and how he got it wrong every time, his boss wandered in and dropped files full of paperwork onto his desk. "Baker. You did these all wrong."
Zacky could only stare at them before bringing his eyes up to his boss. "How so, sir?" he asked, grinding his teeth as he began to look through them.
"I said name, and then date when you sign. You put the date and then your name. And did I ever say your last name? No, I don't think I did. So, get these fixed and into my office by five." The balding, lanky man checked his watch. "That gives you thirty minutes, plenty of time."
Zacky gave a groan as he threw the papers away, opening up the file on his computer, beginning to correct everything as he frantically typed.
Something strutted into his office with loud high-heels, and a nasally voice said, "Mr. Garrison wants you." The person standing in front of his desk was what everyone knew as the office slut. She'd do anything to get a raise. Her blonde hair was always curling out from her head, and her eyes were surrounded by make-up. "He says no dilly-dallying."
"Well, he can fuck off." Zacky mumbled as he kept typing. "I've been working my ass off all day."
She gave a pout. "Poor you. Relay that message to him yourself, he wants you in his office." She turned and tip-tapped out of the office, her hips swaying in a hideous fashion.
Zacky went to save where he was nearly done with the corrections on his computer when the archaic, dust monitor suddenly flashed a blue screen. He could only stare as his face paled before he picked up the keyboard, ripped it from the desk and chunked it at the wall before leaving the room, meeting up with his boss, glaring daggers at Mr. Garrison.
"Here's the rest of your horrid paper work." Mr. Garrison handed him a boxful of folders so thick that they bulged dangerously as if ready to explode. "These you filed wrong...Oh, wait," the boss took them back, looking through the first few. "Ah, actually, Nicole put them out of order on accident. But! I know you can get them back in order. I need these by five as well." He then shoved the box into Zacky's arms and closed the door in his face.
Zacky simply stared at the door that was millimeters from crashing into his nose before slumping back to his office, knowing he couldn't finish anything with half a keyboard, so he simply rested his head on the desk with a deep, frustrated sigh, wishing he had been able to get a lunch break. He hadn't eaten all day, and his head was pounding dangerously hard.
The desk was cold to his face, not seeming a bit friendly either. At five he would be able to go home, and he would not stay over time. Not for anything. He had nearly ten minutes left when Mr. Garrison came waltzing in. He gave a disappointed sigh and shook his head. "You'll just have to stay over time. But, blame that on you needing a nap. This is not kindergarten, Mr. Baker."
"I'm not stayin over time." Zacky said, standing as he began to pack his things in his bag, ready to get out of there.
The boss crossed his arms. "You'll do as I say."
"You don't own me." Zacky countered.
"I'm your boss, I can fire you. Then where would your bum ass be?"
"Not in the 7th circle of Hell." He hoisted his bag up over his shoulder, pretending to straighten up the severed keyboard on the desk.
Mr. Garrison pointed in shock at the mangled keyboard. "What did you do?!"
Zacky gave a 'kind' smile. "Broke the keyboard that I had to purchase with the money from my own pocket because you wouldn't supply me with another one when the last one quit working."
"Looks like you're going to be buying another one. And when you do, I'll work your tail off." Mr. Garrison then whirled around and stomped out of Zacky's office.
Zacky suddenly let out an aggravated breath, throwing the keyboard in the trash can before heading out the door, locking his office up behind him before leaving the building, anger slowly beginning to swell up inside of him as he dare not let it out.
His stomach gurgled at him for food as he started his car up and hurried out of the parking lot. The stress in his shoulders and neck was beginning to give him a worse headache than he already had.
He gave a pained groan as he drove to the nearest fast food place, buying a meal, pulling into the parking lot so that he could eat. It was moments before he finished his first burger and chugged half of his drink. After finishing his second burger and all of his fries, he polished off his Coke and got out of the car to throw his trash away, he then sat in his car, closing his eyes, turning up the music to attempt to relax, and hopefully fall asleep for a while. After dosing in and out for an hour, he couldn't take the burning desire he had in his chest. He had to go to Brian. He turned the key one more time so that the engine came roaring, or wheezing, back to life. He then made his way back out of town to the building he had come to know as his second home. He hadn't made an appointment, but the secretary would understand who he would come to see.
As soon as he arrived at the building, he walked inside, seeming less charismatic and more aching for someone to hold him, to console him.
"Hi," he began. "I didn't make an appointment, but I'm here to see Mr. Haner..." he said, nibbling his lip as he frowned slightly.
The receptionist gave a slightly concerned gaze to him before looking around. She leaned over the desk, saying quietly, "It's past visiting hours...You see, if they get in before six, then it's fine, but after six..." she looked at her watch, it was pushing 6:45 PM.
Slowly she pulled the drawer open and set a certain key down onto the countertop. Then, she turned so that the key and Zacky were out of her sight. "I'm sorry, Mr. Baker. But, I just can't help you." She began to type on her keyboard.
Zacky stared at her before gazing at the key, seeming to understand, seeming still hesitant. "Oh..." He did a double take at her before slowly slipping the key down into his pocket in a split second before saying, "Well, thank you anyways..." He then went out the front door as if going towards his car, but instead, walked around the building to take the other way up the stairs to find Brian's room, his tension already slowly beginning to melt away. He unlocked the door, knocking gently, peeking in to the room. No one occupied the main room, but there were faint noises coming from behind the closed bathroom door. When Zacky slowly came in and closed the door, it seemed to trigger the bathroom door to open, and steam bellowed out around a tall, masculine man who only wore a towel around his waist. Water droplets fell from his messy hair down to stroke over the many muscled planes on his body. He didn't seem to notice anyone standing in awe at his door as he went to his radio and turned on a soft, mellow song to listen to as he pulled open the drapes.
Zacky stood still and silent before saying, "U-um, hello..."
Brian looked over his shoulder calmly with a brow raised. He saw who it was and turned to face him with a welcoming smile before looking down at his apparel. "Well, now...Isn't this useful."
Zacky looked confused. "Useful?" he asked, loosening his tie slightly.
"Yeah, y'know, it doesn't take much to get a towel off," he teased, giving a playful chuckle as went over and simply took the tie off. Then, he pulled Zacky into a tight, soap-smelled embrace. "...You're late...What's on your mind?"
Zacky frowned. "What makes you think something's on my mind?" he asked, hugging Brian back, burying his nose into Brian's exposed chest.
"Because," Brian kissed the top of his head. "You're like an open book...And because you're never late unless there's something bothering the hell out of you."
Zacky sigh with a small shrug, continuing to hold onto Brian. His lips pressed together slightly.
Brian pressed his fingertips under Zacky's chin and pushed his head up so that they were looking into each other's face. "...Zacky..." You're beautiful...
Zacky's eyes began to water out of frustration and defeat. "I just...had a bad day."
He frowned and stayed silent in case Zacky wanted to extrapolate. When no more was said, he leaned down and kissed Zacky's cheek.
Zacky sighed shakily, closing his eyes as his cheeks blossomed red from the spot Brian had kissed.
Brian touched the tip of his nose to the red spot and smiled softly. "You're here, now..."
Zacky looked up at Brian for a moment saying, "Can we just...sit here?" he asked, sitting down slowly on the bed. He knew it was a strange request and wasn't exactly what he had been paying for, but he hadn't paid for tonight anyways; it felt right to him, for he had undeniably fallen in love with the man before him, fearing he didn't feel the same because as far as Zacky knew, Brian made "love" to people possibly several times a day.  Brian was probably a sweet heart to all of them, but he liked to pretend Brian only treated him like this, like someone he loved with all of his heart.
Zacky wasn't expecting the answer he got in return."I was thinking the same thing," he said, giving a small chuckle before going to his dresser and dropping the towel from his waist. This gave Zacky the opportunity to take in all of Brian's features. Brian dug through his drawer in attempt to find some pants.
Zacky bit his lip as he looked over the beautiful body. He couldn't help but smile gently as he suddenly said, "You're so gorgeous, Bri..." He instantly regretted it, wishing he could take it back as he covered his mouth.
Brian secretly smiled huge, the words made a funny, pleasant feeling in his stomach and he suppressed a giggle. "...Thank you, Zee..." He kneaded the hem of his pants, mumbling only loud enough for Zacky to just barely hear it, "I don't think anyone beats you at looks, though..."
Zacky frowned. "I doubt that..." he said with a sigh.
He pulled his pants on and went directly to Zacky, laying both of them back onto the bed with a smile. "You might, but I don't."
Zacky couldn't help but smile to himself, his heart skipping a beat as he gazed at Brian, slowly tucking the man's gorgeous hair behind his ear.
Brian swallowed hard and nuzzled his cheek into Zacky's palm as his hand rubbed Zacky's side slowly. "I've been needing you to hold." It was like word vomit, and he cursed his heart and mind's alliance to falling in love with Zacky instead of arguing like they used to.
Zacky couldn't help but stare, as he had been thinking the same thing. "Oh..." was all he could say, his stomach clenching with nervousness as he stammered and struggled for words.
He laughed softly, seeing the strained look upon Zacky's face as he tried finding something to say. "Thanks for sneaking here..."
"I couldn't help it..." Zacky said with a shy smile as he traced shapes on Brian's chest.
Brian's hand slithered up and dipped into Zacky's hairline, gripping the strands gently as he moved their heads closer together to give Zacky a fragile kiss.
Zacky caught Brian's lip in between his teeth tenderly before their heads could part. His hands wrapped around Brian's middle as he dared not let go.
He pressed their lips together firmer with a tiny moan that inclined nothing sexually. Brian's other hand held Zacky's cheek in its palm.
"Brian..." he whispered, burying his head in Brian's shoulder.
Brian fluttered and wrapped his arms protectively around Zacky. Damn...I love you.
Zacky sighed contentedly as he suddenly said, "I'm going to quit my job..."
With a brow arched, he asked, "Why?"
Zacky sighed saying, "I'm not sure how I'll be able to find another job...but my boss is going to end up killing me if I don't...he has me by the balls and I'm like a little puppet to him... That last night with you was my first good night of sleep in months."
Brian sighed. "I'm sorry, Zee...But, that job doesn't sound healthy. Especially if it's making you a puppet, I don't want to hold cold wood."
Zacky looked up at Brian with a smirk before nodding. "I've had the job for years but...I haven't ever really grown to like the job as most would think."
He looked into Zacky's face before turning his head away, thinking about his own unhappiness in his job.
Zacky stroked his face gently, looking concerned. "Brian..."
"Why did you have to be my customer..." Brian's voice was shaky and soft.
Zacky seemed suddenly alarmed. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Brian looked at him square in the face. "Why did you ask for me the very first time you came here...Why not someone else...? Ever since then my life's been confusing and I've struggled with my emotions." He pursed his lips and looked down. "It wasn't supposed to ever happen...It was just supposed to stay business between us. But, it's not just business anymore. I know that for sure. At first I thought maybe it was just my dick talking when I would think about you after you left when our love making had to end. I would stare up at the ceiling for hours, deciphering my thoughts. But then...You began to say things too. And then we slept all through the night together for the first time, and...And everything became clear. I knew that it wasn't anything but me talking. I guess I was just scared to admit that maybe it could be more than business between us because...You had come as a customer, not looking for anything else. I was afraid that you weren't in love with me, but you were in love with my sex. Whatever it is to you, I want you to know that..." His gaze focused on something else than Zacky's chest. "That I love you for more than sex."