Thread: The Journal of a Boss [lulz]

Did this make him a bad person? Fuck. FUCK. He had been living in a weird sense of denial for the past couple of weeks but he knew his eyes found Hadley whenever they could. At first, Blake just pushed it off on concern but... he didn't try to find him when he was worried. Blake found himself looking for his step-brother when he wanted to see him smile or just when... fuck. Fuck. Just... fuck. Hey, how was your day? Blake asked, feeling a little winded from his crazy shift. He dropped off his duffle bag with a thud in the middle of the living room while Hadley watched him with a small frown. The same. Boring, he replied, staying carefully away from the fact that he really couldn't leave the apartment anyway. Get any more art done? Blake asked with an encouraging smile as he rolled up his sleeves. Hadley offered a noncommittal shrug and didn't say anything. He returned to his room with shuffling steps and Blake heard the door creak to a close. He sighed. Damn. He was telling himself that this sick sense of disappointment and rejection was just... normal. Nothing weird. Blake put away his things and took a quick shower before preparing dinner. Hey, is sandwiches and soup alright? he called from the kitchen. Yeah, that's fine... thanks. Blake rubbed his hands together as he got to work, grilling up some cheese sandwiches with liberal amounts of butter and heating up some chicken noodle soup. Dinner is served, Michaelangelo, Blake said with a smile as he knocked and walked into Hadley's room. His brother snorted and set down his pencil. Spare me... thanks, though. That smells great. I'm starvin', he said as he promptly tore into one of the sandwiches. You're welcome. Oh, and you're too hard on yourself. Have I mentioned that? Nah, I don't think so. Way too hard on yourself, Blake said with a grin as he dodged Hadley's swat at his arm. Anyway, I'll be in the kitchen chillin' if you need me and there's more food on the stove. Okay... thank you for... everything. No sweat, Blake said. He knew he should leave but his feet didn't want to. He felt like he should talk more but his brain couldn't think of anything at the moment. Blake turned and was about to close the door behind him before he got an idea. Oh, hey... mind if I see your latest work? he asked, lingering at the door and hoping that Hadley said yes. Um... I guess. Yeah, sure. I'm just working on this right now. It's not really turning out how I want it, though. Blake relaxed a little as he stood behind Hadley and studied his canvas. It was a beautiful study of hands. No... this is amazing. I love it, he said, stilling the instinct to reach out and touch the paper. Well, you should. They're your hands. Blake didn't know why but this simple comment made his face feel warmer than usual. He hoped that Hadley didn't look up at him. He normally never looked embarrassed or flustered. Well, as the proud owner of these hands, I'd say these are a damn fine representation, Blake said, glancing down at Hadley. He regretted it the moment he did considering his step-brother had looked up at him at the same time. Blake took the time to notice how close they were. Yeah, damn fine work, he said with some distraction as he looked back at the canvas, feeling his face grow ever warmer. Blake glanced down again and Hadley offered that awkward small smile of his. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blake hadn't meant to but he had already glanced down at Hadley's lips. His brother seemed to have noticed and his dark-brown eyes studied him with a question in his look. He didn't know when he started to close the distance but his heart began to hammer hard in his chest when their nose barely touched. Hadley's eyes widened with surprise but he didn't pull away. If he had, Blake would have ran. Ran right out of the fucking apartment. He carefully touched Hadley's chin while he heard his brother carefully and quietly stutter his name. Bl-Blake...? His breath came out in hesitant puffs of anxiety before he gently pressed their lips together, Hadley's mouth flush and soft. Blake could hear his step-brother swallow loudly but he couldn't bring himself to walk away. He pressed another kiss to Hadley's lips, gently encouraging him and felt a sudden heat jump into his chest when he felt his brother's lips barely grow apart. Blake's hand was in Hadley's dark, curly hair now, gripping it gently as his other hand ran down the length of Hadley's neck. God, his lips were so soft... just like he had always imagined...