Blue (BibleBuild AU)

Blue

Filming two series at once was a mistake. Picking up extra modelling jobs and a side gig of dancing in a bar was a mistake. Maintaining his body by going to the gym on the daily was a mistake. Overworked would be an understatement; Bible was close to a breakdown. Even the slightest sound has irritated him, and when someone clicked his pen, he promptly excused himself from the meeting room, only to nearly collapse right behind the door. His back slid against the wall and Bible crouched down, covering his face with both hands. Build followed only minutes after when the meeting was over and grabbed Bible by the arm. "Let's go." "Uh, where?" Bible stumbled, letting out a huge yawn. Even hanging out with his best friend seemed draining and exhausting but he was too tired to fight back.

When Bible finally woke up on Build's couch, he felt disoriented and dizzy, his throat dry. As much as the sleep was helpful to his body, it didn't diminish the anxious feeling inside of him. He felt like he was climbing a mountain in flip flops, with a single thread of hair anchoring him, stretching and refusing to snap. But he needed it to, he needed to break and let out all his emotions, to finally release that tension that restricted him. "You alright bro?" "Build..." Bible sighed as Build touched his forehead, checking for fever. "You passed out before we could even get to the car. God you're so damn heavy." He chuckled, handing Bible a glass of water. "What's going on?" Bible shook his head. "Nothing, just...burning out. I need a meltdown but it's not coming and I feel like I need to just explode. Pathetic huh?" He sighed. Build wasn't the one to laugh. He knew how hardworking Bible was, how much of his time and energy he has sacrificed without taking a break. "No, not at all." Build shook his head.

"Do you want me to help you relax?" He asked in all seriousness. Bible raised an eyebrow. "How?" "I have...a method. Come with me." Build said as he stood up and offered Bible his hand. The man looked at it in confusion but took it nonetheless and let Build guide him through the house. When they stopped by the dark brown door, Bible scoffed. It was the door to Build's office and study, a room that was always locked. "Seriously, more work? That's your method?" He groaned. Build turned the key and smirked. "Do you trust me?" "What?" "I'm asking; do you trust me?" "Well I do but-" "Yes or no?" Build turned the handle. Hesitant, Bible tried to peek inside the room, but the lights were off and he couldn't see anything. He bit his lip; what damage could more work do anyway? "Yes." Bible said and Build finally opened the door, hitting the light switch. It was still dim, the dark curtains drawn shut, and the place smelled faintly of leather and vanilla.

"What in the 50 shades is this bull-" "Bible." Build shook his head. He hated when people referred to that infamous book that portrayed his kink in a very bad way. "I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff..." Build said, his eyes curiously searching the room. A big lavish bed with dark sheets, collars, handcuffs, whips and paddles, blindfold and ball gags, not to mention the clearly attached restraints on the bed. "What, you want me to beat you up to release anger? We could do that in the gym." This time it was Build who let out a scoff and shook his head. "Oh no no no honey." He winked at Bible. It took a moment for Bible to register what Build's smile meant, and he suddenly felt a shiver. "You mean...I'm not a masochist!" "I've known you long enough to know that's false. You have tendencies that suggest you like to get hurt. So let me hurt you, in a really, really good way." Bible stroked the rope coil nervously. "Do I have to call you master or whatever?"

"Just Build is fine. You're not my slave, you're just Bible. Do you know what's most important?" "Lube?" Build laughed as he grabbed a lipstick and pointed at the big mirror infront of the bed. "Safe word." He smiled as he wrote in big letters the word 'Porsche'. He tapped the mirror. "Say it; Porsche is a safe word." "Sure, Porsche." "No Bible, repeat after me. Porsche is a safe word." "Porsche is a safe word." "Again." "Porsche is a safe word." "Again Bible." "Porsche is a safe word." "Good boy." Build patted his shoulder. "You say it and we will stop, okay? However if there's just something you're not comfortable with and want to move on from it but continue, you say 'blue'." "Blue." "Good. Come here." Build patted the bed. He was taking Bible's clothes off slowly, trousers first, then the shirt, his watch and necklace too.