Business and Pleasure: Chapter Ten

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Title: Business and Pleasure
Rating: PG-13 for a forced kiss
Pairing: Brad/Ryan
Summary for the chapter: In which Brad forgets a meeting, Ryan visits his office and Greg crosses a line.

Overall Summary: Brad's running his own large business and has everything but what he wants the most: someone to be there for him. After 'purchasing' Ryan from the Utopia group to serve the purpose, he slowly realizes that he's breaking their most important rule: he's falling in love with him.

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“Now flip it once and you’re done.”

 

“Flipping- shit!”

 

Ryan quickly took the frying pan from Wayne and righted the omelette before sliding it onto a plate and handing it to him, “You’re nearly got it! One more time and you should cinch it.”

 

“Who knew making an omelette could be that hard?” Wayne grumbled, taking a seat at the table.

 

“Making an omelette is easy. Making a good omelette is hard,” Ryan responded, quickly cracking two more eggs into the pan.

 

“Morning,” Brad yawned as he entered the dining room, flopping into a chair and placing his head in his hands.

 

“Morning,” Ryan responded with a bright smile, “There’s coffee in the jug on the table, juice in the fridge and toast in the toaster. Your eggs and bacon are nearly done and your vitamins are in the bowl in front of you.”

 

Brad blinked for a second before slowly going to all the places Ryan rattled off, “Have you been doing everything? Where’s Bruce?”

 

“He has a nasty cold, so I told him to rest,” Ryan answered, placing a plate with eggs and bacon in front of Brad, “I hope you don’t mind.”

 

“Mind? Not at all,” Brad blinked again, “You’re the one working, shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

 

“Oh, I enjoy cooking,” Ryan grinned and then looked over at Wayne, “I also accept praise.”

 

“Perfection as usual,” Wayne responded, shoveling in another forkful, “And the fact that I made it makes it so much sweeter.”

 

“I think that the sweetness is due to your inability to distinguish between the salt and the sugar,” Ryan responded dryly.

 

Brad laughed and, at Wayne’s glare, began to start on his own breakfast. As usual, it seemed to be getting better and tastier as Ryan’s cooking abilities become even better each day. His instance on always cooking for everyone at every meal resulted in a bucket-load of practice and his and Wayne’s previous tendency of always eating out or ordering in had become virtually nil.

 

“Brad, why aren’t you dressed yet?” Ryan asked, finally noticing Brad’s attire of a robe and his sleep pants.

 

“It’s Saturday. I have the day off, remember?” Brad raised an eyebrow, taking another bite.

 

“It’s Saturday. You have a meeting with the Board today, remember?” Ryan retorted, raising an eyebrow back.

 

Brad looked up at the clock on the wall, then at the calendar before letting out a loud ‘Crap!’ and dashing up to his room, shucking his robe on the way and was fiddling with the tie on his pants as he ran up the stairs.

 

Wayne shook his head as Ryan picked up the discarded robe, folding it neatly, “When will he ever learn?”

 

“Not today, that’s for sure. He ran into the spare room and threw his pants out the door.”

 

“......Tell me when he’s gone to his room. I don’t want to see my best friend’s naked ass.”

 

“He’s gone!”

 

“Good.....GAH!”

 

“Oops, I lied!”

 

“I’m going to kill you!”

 

Dl

 

Dl

 

Brad thunked his head on his keyboard, ignoring the protesting beeps and simply wondering if he could sue his Board of Directors for being the reason he was stuck in his office on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

 

Saturday.....Saturday! This has got to be a crime! I’m gonna sue their asses so badly, they’ll want to fire me!....Wait, that’s not really a good thing. Not that they could, I’m their boss, but still....God, now I’m arguing with myself! I’ve definitely gone off the deep end....

 

“You’re not off the deep end, you’re just rightfully frustrated.”

 

Brad immediately shot up straight and his jaw dropped at Ryan standing on the other side of his desk, leaning forward on his hands and grinning at him, “How did you get in here?”

 

“Through the window. Your security sucks, by the way.”

 

“I’m on the thirty third floor!”

 

“Does the door count as a window?”

 

“Ha ha, very funny,” Brad shot him a small glare and then let out a sigh, “My God, am I happy to see you.”

 

“Any particular reason?” Ryan took a seat in front of him and frowned slightly.

 

“I’m going to be here all afternoon with paperwork!” Brad whined, pointing at the large stack of papers on his desk.

 

“Aw, poor you,” Ryan said sympathetically, making his way around the desk and standing next to Brad’s chair to peer into the monitor, “However, I don’t think your afternoon has been all that bad.”

 

Brad suddenly remembered what he had been looking at and yelped, quickly shutting the internet window, “I was, uh....”

 

“Getting excited?”

 

“Yes. NO! I was, uh, researching-”

 

“Brad, I really don’t think I’m that flexible....”

 

“Not that! Um....”

 

“Brad,” Ryan lowered his voice and he stroked a finger along Brad’s jawline, “if you wanted to do research....” he moved to seat himself in Brad’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and bringing their lips achingly close, “you just had to ask.”

 

Brad grinned, feeling his earlier nervousness dissipate as Ryan grinned back, “You do realize we’re in my office with my secretary right outside?”

 

“You do realize we’re in your office with an incredibly comfortable couch right there?”

 

“I think I like your interpretation better, but that couch is brand new and too hard to be comfortable.”

 

“Time to break it in then, don’t you think?”

 

Dl

 

Dl

 

“You did it in his office?!” Wayne looked both shocked and amused.

 

“Yup.”

 

“On the couch?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“Three times?”

 

“Four actually.”

 

“Dude....” Wayne just shook his head, “just....dude.”

 

“Don’t knock it, that couch is a lot softer now,” Brad said, taking a sip of his drink.

 

“And did your secretary hear you?”

 

“Nah, I managed to keep quiet,” Ryan answered this time, munching on a peanut.

 

“I swear, you guys are going crazy with the sex,” Wayne grinned, “Soon you’ll be doing it in the club bathroom.”

 

“We’ve already done it in the bathroom, the dressing room and backstage,” Brad ticked them off his fingers.

 

Wayne’s jaw dropped and he glared at them, “And I hope you won’t continue that.”

 

“Nah, it’s gotten pretty dull in the bathroom, plus it smells,” Ryan wrinkled his nose, “you keep walking in on us in the dressing room so the backstage is all we have.”

 

“No more backstage sex!” Wayne shook his finger at them.

 

“Yes mommy,” Ryan rolled his eyes and then reached for his jacket before realizing it wasn’t there, “Oh shoot, I left it in the dressing rooms.”

 

“Go get it, we’ll wait,” Brad responded, paying the bartender.

 

“Be a minute!” Ryan darted off to the dressing rooms. He peeked around the closets, but his jacket was no where to be seen. He finally decided to look inside Wayne’s private dressing room and tried the door before remembering Wayne often locked his door. However, to his surprise, the door opened easily and he stepped into the dark room, cautiously making his way to the light switch. He found it and flicked it on, blinking as his eyes adjusted before looking around.

 

“Ah-ha!” he let out a triumphant cry as he spotted his leather jacket on the dressing table. He picked it up and dusted off any stray make up powder before turning back to leave and inform Wayne that he hadn’t locked his dressing room.

 

“Leaving so soon?”

 

Ryan started at the low slightly nasal voice behind him and turned to see the man he had last seen quite a few months ago who had tried to hit on him and ended up initiating his first kiss with Brad. What was his name? Grant? No, Greg, his name was Greg.

 

“Can I help you?” Ryan asked cautiously, every muscle on his body automatically responded to his feeling of danger.

 

“You most certainly can,” Greg responded, stepping deeper into the room, his eyes raking up and down Ryan’s form, one hand holding a cigarette that was more than half finished.

 

“How much?”

 

“What?” Ryan raised an eyebrow, wondering whether he had heard him correctly.

 

“How much for a night?”

 

“I’m not a prostitute!” Ryan looked absolutely appalled.

 

“Oh, you’re something supposedly better, aren’t you?” Greg grinned, “Utopia. My, I’ve always wanted to see what one of you looked like and I can say I like what I see.”

 

Ryan blushed out of embarrassment and not the shy one that Brad loved seeing. Greg took the opportunity to move closer to him, his grin increasing at every step back he took.

 

“Now, now, why so shy? I’m very rich, you know. Probably even more than Brad. I can make it very worth your while.”

 

“I don’t just sell myself to anyone,” Ryan responded hotly, clenching his fist to stop himself from hitting the man in front of him.

 

“Everyone has their price and I’m willing to go very high for you,” Greg placed a hand on his hip and Ryan quickly knocked it away and backed away further, his instincts kicking in.

 

“Ooh, you’re a feisty one, I like that,” Greg laughed and lunged forward, pulling Ryan’s body tightly to his and pressing their lips together. Ryan let out a shocked gasp and Greg took it as a chance to deep the kiss, holding tight as Ryan tried to shove him back. He felt Greg push him back and let out a slight ‘oof’ as his back connected harshly against the wall.

 

“Now are you going to be good or will I have to be bad?” Greg growled, one hand fisting in Ryan’s hair, pulling his head roughly back while Greg sharply bit the spot where his neck met his shoulder. Ryan yelped in pain and suddenly, just as he raised his own fist to knock Greg away, his attacker was torn away from him and sent flying to the ground.

 

Brad and Wayne stood in front of Ryan, both of them near shaking with rage. Wayne was holding back Brad, who was looking murderous and was struggling to reach Greg who picked himself up from the floor and hurriedly made an exit.

 

“That son of a bitch!” Brad yelled, finally pulling away from Wayne but instead of chasing after Greg, he went over to where Ryan had slumped against the wall, one hand pressed to his neck.

 

“Are you alright?” Wayne asked, bending down next to him and laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.

 

“I couldn’t stop him,” Ryan muttered, almost as if he was saying it to himself, “I couldn’t.”

 

“He won’t come near you again,” Brad whispered, reaching forward and pulling Ryan to his chest, his anger flaring up again as he felt the other man’s breathing hitch before he buried his face in his chest. Wayne maneuvered a bit but managed to get into a position where they both were holding and comforting their friend.

 

“I couldn’t stop him,” Ryan kept muttering until it turned into sobs into Brad’s chest. Both of them tightened their holds on each other until Ryan calmed down, but even then, he seemed to be completely in his own world and, as worried as they were, they knew it wasn’t the time for them to ask what happened.

 

“Come on, let’s go home,” Brad said gently, getting to his feet before giving Ryan a hand up. The other man took it obediently and followed him quietly, not once looking up or around. His silence continued throughout the car ride home and when they got back, he ran up to his room and shut the door with a loud bang. Brad and Wayne both stared up at it and then took a seat in the living room, opting to give Ryan some time to pull himself together.

 

“I can’t believe that bastard actually had the nerve to do that,” Brad growled, clenching his fists.

 

“And in my club! That’s the last time he’s ever going to be seen in there! He actually had the nerve to pick my lock! But how did he know Ryan was going to be in there?” Wayne asked, his concern increasing.

 

“The only explanation would be that he knew Ryan would come back alone. He’s never around the club that often. At least, I’ve never seen him,” Brad frowned.

 

“He might have just seen Ryan leave his jacket behind and figured he’d be back for it,” Wayne suggested.

 

“Yeah, but he was inside your dressing room. He was taking a big risk that Ryan would come back alone.”

 

“Maybe he just took the risk and decided to sneak out if either of us had some with him?”

 

“Well, it’s either that or he’s stalking him.”

 

The two of them sat quietly for a few minutes before Wayne spoke and this time, he was actually looking more than a little worried, “You don’t think he’s been stalking him or something, do you?”

 

Brad shuddered as the thought entered his mind, but he had to admit that it seemed like a very plausible explanation at the moment, “God, I hope not, but if he is, we’ll have to be very, very careful now.”

 

Dl

 

Dl

 

“Ryan?” Brad knocked at his door lightly and waited for the confirmation that he normally received almost everytime. When he didn’t hear an answer, he opened the door slowly to reveal the lights off and a large form huddled up on the bed.

 

“Ry?” Brad lowered his voice so as to not startle him as he made his way carefully to the bed. He left the door open slightly to give him some light and lightly, laid a hand on Ryan’s shoulder. The younger male suddenly yelped and batted his hand away, scrambling back away from him.

 

“Ry, it’s okay, it’s just me,” Brad kept distance between them, not wanting to scare him again. Ryan recognized the voice and tentatively moved back to his original place, allowing Brad to touch him.

 

Brad quickly skimmed his eyes over his body, trying to see if Greg had hurt him anywhere and his eyes widened as he saw the large bruise on his neck. There were a few bloodstains around it, indicating that the skin had been broken slightly and had been cleaned. He bit his lip to stop the curse that was sure to escape and simply locked eyes with that green eyed gaze that looked so pained at the moment.

 

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” Brad asked gently. Ryan shook his head and Brad could tell that he was trying to hide it, but all it took was his hand on Ryan’s cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped to break him down and he clutched to Brad, sobbing his heart out onto his shoulder. Brad held him tightly, not saying a word except for a few hushed words to comfort him and just let him ride out his emotions. After a few minutes, he felt the tears stop and Ryan’s breathing slow down and tried to set him down to sleep and leave, but Ryan tightened his grip.

 

“Please don’t leave me,” Ryan begged, burying his face in Brad’s chest, “Don’t ever leave me again. Please don’t leave me alone again!”

 

“He’ll never come back to hurt you,” Brad promised, lying down on the bed and allowing Ryan to cling to him as tightly and he was holding him. He felt Ryan’s breathing even out soon and pressed a kiss to his hair, “I’ll never let him hurt you again.”

 

 

Comments

[blindlyluv.livejournal.com]

Love this. Greg is toast.

[saiya-tina.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I may have to hide my Greg....

[pdglyph.livejournal.com]

PD and Wayne Brady are gonna have to choke a bitch (Greg)

PS, how did he know?!

[saiya-tina.livejournal.com]

Got that right!

Well, if I tell you that, it'll ruin the whole thing! :D

[blindlyluv.livejournal.com]

Is Drew a bad ???

[saiya-tina.livejournal.com]

Depends on how you see him, really. He's not like Greg bad, but he's bad from the angle that he won't allow Ryan and Brad to be together beyond the two year limit.

[mollysheldon.livejournal.com]

I really needs more of this story- what would you like from me to get you to show me more? =D I bake, I cook, I clean, I write, I'll crochet you some mittens!

Simply,I love eet.

[saiya-tina.livejournal.com]

Sorry I haven't responded to this before, LJ's stop giving me comment notifications! ^^;

Hm.....bake sounds good~ but mittens beats all!