Holiday, SN, Chandon, R
Post-it notes. Brandon had left post-it notes everywhere to remind him about their holiday. God only knew how he'd managed to place one on his computer screen at work. Chaz grunted angrily and screwed it up, throwing it at the trash can pettily, even though there was no satisfaction in the gesture. He didn't have time to flick through brochures with his lover. If he didn't finish this account on time, they were never going to be able to afford a holiday ever again. Why couldn't Brandon understand that? The phone rang and Chaz stared at it, glaring as it continued its shrill ring, determined to disturb him. "Yes?" he snapped, finally answering it. "Hey baby," Brandon greeted him, "Get my note?" "Yes," Chaz sighed in exasperation. "Brandon, I don't have time for this right now..." "Work sucks, huh?" Brandon asked with an unconscious leer, "How about something else to suck, lover?" The headache that had been steadily increasing all morning was suddenly excrutiating. "Brandon! Not now, okay?" He slammed down the phone and rubbed his throbbing temples. @>*~ Brandon stared at the phone uncomprehendingly. "He hung up on an offer of sex?!" he exclaimed. Suddenly, Brandon felt really bad for hounding his lover, Chaz had to have been unbelievably stressed and tired to have spoken to him like that. Staring at his, now unwanted, toast, Brandon decided he'd better do something about that. @>*~ "Feck, arse, buggery!" Chaz swore, grabbing some tissue to mop up the tidal wave of coffee Tom had just knocked across his desk and all over his work for that morning. Just one more thing to fuck up his incredibly bad day. "Jeez, take a pill, man!" Tom blinked at him in surprise. "Why are you stressing so much?" Chaz glared at his colleague. "The fucking MacMillan account what do you think?" "Ah come on, you'll finish no probs, Chaz, you're a genius with this stuff," Tom exclaimed. The brunet's enthusiasm was not a help and Chaz launched himself to his feet, startling some birds on the ledge outside his window. "Out!" he yelled, pointing at the door, "Right now!" "Okay, okay." Tom held his hands up pacifyingly and hurried out of his office. With a groan, Chaz sank into his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. His head was still killing him and at the rate he was going with this commercial, he'd be working all weekend and wouldn't Brandon be pleased with that news! It was just one more thing to add to the stress. The phone rang and Chaz was about ready to spit blood. "Yes?" he barked. "Um... you know what? Nevermind," Tom replied and hung up. "If that bloody phone rings one more time, I'm reinstating the guillotine!" Chaz growled. The phone rang. Barely preventing himself from just picking up the annoying contraption and flinging it across the room, Chaz picked up the receiver. "What?!" he yelled. "Wow. Good thing I wasn't your boss," Brandon commented mildly, unfazed by Chaz's temper. "What now?" Chaz sighed. "Babe," Brandon was hurt by his lover's tone even if he knew he didn't mean it. "Listen, I'm sorry about bugging you. I just wanted to know what time you'll be home tonight." "I don't know, why?" Chaz asked, suddenly feeling immeasurably tired. "Can you just try and get home by eight, love?" Brandon asked softly. "I don't know..." Chaz started. "Please, Chaz," Brandon pleaded quietly, "I've missed you this week." Chaz sighed. It was true, they'd hardly had any time together that week, he'd been working so hard and sleeping so badly. "Okay, by eight," he agreed. "Promise?" Brandon urged. "I promise, now can I get back to work?" Chaz huffed. "Depends," Brandon murmured, not about to let him just hang up again. "On what?" Chaz asked in exasperation. "On you saying goodbye properly," Brandon explained in a quiet voice. Chaz felt a twinge of guilt at just hanging up on his lover earlier, but perversely it made him feel resentful. "I love you," he muttered sulkily. "Love you too," Brandon said happily, "Bye." Brandon cut him off before he could say goodbye, which Chaz supposed he deserved, but didn't make him feel much better than before. @>*~ As promised, Chaz was home promptly at eight. Almost in trepidation, he entered the apartment. It was pitch black so he reached for the light switch and flipped it. Nothing happened. "Brandon?" he called, tension round his shoulders increasing. Hands suddenly slipped round him, making him jump. "Easy, lover," Brandon whispered, sliding a hand down Chaz's arm to grab his briefcase and remove it from his grasp. Then he slipped off Chaz's coat. "Brandon," Chaz sighed, "What are you..." "Hush," Brandon murmured, moving round so he could kiss Chaz gently. Kneeling quickly, Brandon took off Chaz's shoes and socks, throwing them aside. Even though his headache was easing, Chaz couldn't quite relax. "Brandon," he tried again. "Come on, holiday time," Brandon said gently, taking Chaz's hand to lead him through the apartment. "Holiday?" Chaz sighed, "Sweetheart, come on, how many times..." "Not brochures, baby, we're on holiday right now," Brandon laughed. "Pardon?" Chaz was confused now, as well as tired and stressed. Brandon turned the light on. "Ta da," he announced with a grin. And just like that, tension flowed out of Chaz's body and he gaped at the scene laid out before him. The dining room had been cleared of furniture. One wall was covered in a blue sky back-drop, the light came from two stand-up tanning machines Brandon must have borrowed from his salon along with all the potted plants dotted around. Most of the floor was covered in beige cushions except for one corner which contained a large paddling pool full of water. Brandon had even dug out a beach ball from somewhere. "C'mon, strip," Brandon chuckled, reaching up to gently close Chaz's mouth. He held out a pair of shorts and Chaz suddenly realised his lover was only wearing tight little swim trunks that moulded very nicely to his ass and the soft swell of his groin. He suddenly felt a lot better. "Sweetheart, you're amazing," he murmured, "I love you." Brandon grinned happily, watching his lover throw off the trappings of the day and slip into the tight, short shorts he loved to see Chaz in. "Lie down and relax," Brandon urged him, "Dip your feet in the pool." Chaz chuckled and kissed the top of Brandon's spiky head before he collapsed back into the cushions. "Be right back," Brandon said when Chaz held out his hand. "Okay," Chaz murmured, closing his eyes to bask in the warmth of the tanning lights. He dunked his hot, aching feet into the cool water of the pool and sighed happily. Brandon snuck bac into the hallway to turn off Chaz's cell phone. He'd already disconnected their home phone; he didn't want his lover getting disturbed for the rest of the weekend if possible. Then he headed to the kitchen to get a cocktail for them both. Putting the drinks down, he crawled over to his lover. "Baby?" he said quietly when Chaz didn't move. A soft snore was his only reply. Brandon smiled gently and pressed a kiss to Chaz's finally relaxed forehead. His plan to de-stress his lover had certainly worked, the rampant sex part would just have to wait. Brandon curled up next to his lover, wrapped an arm round his waist and buried his face in his neck, then closed his eyes, listening to Chaz sleep. end