C.E.O Piggy

⇠Brownie Points⇢

Christopher listened to the wind pound against the window, he stared down at the messy pile in front of him. Biting down on his lower lip, he pinched the bridge of his nose. His hands shook as he started grabbing a bunch of papers, then walked over towards the large filing cabinet. Sighing softly, rage suddenly bubbled in his chest as he slammed the cabinet door closed and kicked the piles, watching the paper flutter back down to the ground. Hot tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he released a shuddered breath.

"C-Chris, are you okay?" I called from the doorway; Christopher quickly wiped his tears away before turning around.

"Yeah..." He lied.

"You don't sound fine, what was that slamming sound?" I quizzed stepping into the office.

"I closed the cabinet too hard, just go back to sleep Blake." Christopher snapped harsher than he intended.

Flinching slightly, "Not tired, let me help." I insisted. Christopher didn't answer, he brushed past me picking up the scattered papers. Watching the younger male for a few seconds I sighed, hitting my side with my hand. "You said if we're going to work, I need to talk to you more, I would hope that implies to you," I spoke.

"N-No Blake, it's not you," Christopher winced slightly. He responded.

"Are we going to do the standard 'it's not you, it's me' thing?" I inquired.

"No! I want to be with you; I'm just exhausted and scared about my folks." He lied once again.

"Let's deal with the office later; we'll phone your folks and see if we can get through." I proposed.

"No, I want to concentrate on this." Christopher was adamant.

"Did I make another mistake? Was I too much of a jerk?" I inquired.

Christopher flinched, noticing how frequently Blake asked that question; he was the cause of him questioning everything; it was his fault. Blake Morningstar has devolved into a whining slob who eats everything that is placed in front of him. It is his responsibility that he is preying on the man in front of him. When Christopher stared at his boyfriend, his heart swelled inside his chest; it wasn't fair.

"No Blakey you didn't do anything." He sighed.

"Then tell me what's wrong, I see you're upset, and there's a barrier, Christopher. I pound on it, and it appears to be rebuilding itself in front of my eyes." I shivered.

Christopher opened his mouth, the words were in his thoughts, but all that came out was "I'm just tired baby."

"Then let's go cuddle." I nudged my head toward the door. Christopher took my hand in his and we walked back into the living room, where I put the blanket around both of us while sitting.

"Your belly makes an excellent pillow." He remarked, resting his head on it.

"I'm still not that large, I'm only 240." I laughed. 

"Still, so squishy and bouncy." He said pinching a thick layer of skin. 

We both promptly fell asleep after that.

When Christopher awoke a few hours later, he looked around the dimly lit room, rubbing his eyes. Snores filled the room, staring across at me. Christopher laughed. Slipping out of my grasp, he tiptoed towards the kitchen. He rummaged about the kitchen for a few minutes until he came across a couple of cartons of brownie mixes. He didn't want to create this, but he didn't have time to gather all of the ingredients for his famous molten lava chocolate brownies. Christopher looked up at the four boxes within the cabinet, then down at the two he was holding.