Im not scared of you...

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Jasper's POV:

After Breakfast Ilay and I get ready for work.

 We are working in a big company...well we own the company. We met each other in highschool, and from on there we were bestfriends. After school we went to the same college and after that, we started our own little buisness and over the next few years we grew it into a big company.

Anyways, I really like going to work. It always distracts me from the shit that is really going on in the world and in our lives. Also who would'nt want to run a big company with their bestfriend and roommate?

So...it's actually pretty funny, that we still live together. Because we definetely have enough money to have a place to live alone. But we were roommates in college and just never really moved on from that. I know this may sound pretty weird, but we actually are...weird.

You might wonder how it works out for us living together, as grown up men... We actually don't have partners/realationships and...never really had. Like you know one night stands, but that's it. Also we are not really interested in realationship, because of  trust issues and stuff like that...

But back to how it really works out for us living together. Most of the time Ilay cooks, because I can't. He tried teaching me once...but it didn't really end well, so he stuck to cooking and me just watching. I actually do most of the other house chores. Like doing the laundry and stuff like that. But I never go into Ilay's room for cleaning. It's like an unspoken rule for us not to go into the others room, or through the others stuff. When he needs something to be washed or something, he gives it to me, or he asks me to vacuum or clean the windows.

When we enter the building we work in, Ilay's behavior and body language changes. To me he is the bestfriend and always nice, kind and funny. But not to other people, espacially not at work. At work he is the "masculine and bad guy, that has his shit together, and run in the mafia". I giggle at that thought and get a confused look from Ilay, before continuing our walk to our offices in the roof of the building.

When I sit down at my desk, I sigh, while looking thorugh all the asigned work I have to do. I always make sure to get all of my work done, before leaving. But this will take forever. I never have that much work. I take a deep breath, before directly getting started.

When lunchtime rolls around, Ilay walks into my office. Letting me look up from my work. "Wanna go out for lunch? We could go to your favourite reastaurant." he says and looks at me waiting. "I can't...I have way to much work. Tomorrow okay?" I ask and smile. He frowns at me. "Jasp...I know what's going on in your little head. But I'll let it slide. But only for today. Tomorrow you'll acompany to lunch!" I swallow dryly and nod. "Okay." I whisper, before turning back to my work. He sighs and leaves.

A few hours later, it's 8 pm, I'm finally done and close my laptop with a sigh. On my way to Ilay's office my head starts spinning and my tummy rumbles. I sigh and open his office door. "Are you ready to leave?" I asks and lean into the door frame. "Yes." He looks at me intently. "You're pale...are you alright?" I groan in annoyance and nod. He raises an eyebrow. And I blush and look down. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to. I'm just kinda exhausted and annoyed from work." He nods and then we walk out of his office and down to his car, before driving home.

At home I just slump down on the sofa in the livingroom closing my eyes, while Ilay cooks.

I wake up from a soft caresses of my hair and head. I slowly open my eyes and look at Ilay. "Dinner is ready." He mumbles and looks away from my eyes.

I get up from the sofa and follow him into the kitchen. He made Ratatouille. My favorite. I happily sit down at the dinning table and directly dig in, with Ilay's eyes watching my every bite intently. "Slow down, or you'll choke." He rumbles with his deep voice.

This happens like kinda everytime we eat together. Me devouring food and him telling me to slow down. I chuckle and...choke. Ilay shakes his head and laughs. His laugh is deep and rumbling. I love how it sounds. Also I'm the only person, that makes him sound like that. After recoering from choking on my food I have laugh to.

And that's also kind off, how we end off our day.