LGBT+ Feels

crazy- mason and blake

his back was turned towards the bright red door, but he could still hear the small whispers coming from the room. it was all the same thing, everyday he'd hear it.

the tick of the clock, raspiness and hurt in the voices, the creek of the bed when they shifted uncomfortably. mason felt irritated at the lack of care they had for him.

he was not a random man sitting here everyday for fun. no, mason was simply mr. blake's assistant from work. mason couldn't pinpoint the day he started stopping by the house, doing more duties for his boss than he should've, but he could confirm he was tired.

the couples fighting happened every single day. it didn't surprise him much anymore, he just wished he was a bit more confident about being able to leave when he sensed it.

a slam of a door woke him of his thoughts. "mason, where's my gun?" blake asked, undoing his tie.

"uh, sir-" he watched the plaid tie fall limply to the ground. his eyes adverted back up, staring at blake's back. "what're you doing?"

his boss swiftly turned from the drawer he was rummaging through, his dark eyes seeming a bit more black than brown. "i asked where my gun was, didn't i?"

"you're not serious."

blake folded his arms across his white button up, stretching the material slightly. "i'm going to shoot her, mason," he said, calmly.

"no you're not. sit down, you're being psychotic!" mason grabbed the older mans collar, dragging him to the dinning room table.

"i'd fire you if i didn't admire your peasant qualities," blake informed, letting himself fall onto the cushion of the chair. "she'll be dead by nightfall."

the door once again opened, emerging from it a young women with rage in her eyes. "get your gun?" she asked, her nose pointed to the ceiling. a drama queen, mason would say.

"madeline, you will die," blake told, jamming his finger towards her.

"i dare you to try, you're pathetic!" she yelled, her blonde hair swaying vigorously as she shifted with dramatic movements.

blake quickly stood, walking with speed a crazy man would. mason tried calming her down, but was attacked with flying fits. "everything is your fault!"

mason didn't budge from the spot he was in as she hit him repeatedly. a loud click sounded across the room, making the commotion come to an end.

"oh my God!" madeline yelled, flailing her freckled white arms as blake pointed the handgun in her direction.

mason was sure he'd want to quit after this exchange, too frightened by the experience. yet, he knew he couldn't leave his boss since he loved him.

it was outrageous of blake to announce murderous sentences and point a pistol at his girlfriend and even so, mason was a puppy to him, falling captive under his words and actions.

"put the gun down!"

blake cocked his head at mason, his gun still daring madeline to move. "why should i do a such idiotic thing like that?"

"she shaking," he said, before continuing. "you can't kill her over an argument. you'll be sentenced for life. now sit the weapon down and madeline can walk out of here, no coming back," the assistant stepped forward.

"i suppose," his boss inquired, glancing back at the shuttering women. "out, or i'll shoot you," his voice was loud and calm at the same time. mason wondered how he could be around such an insane man and not feel scared.

the women slowly backed away, fetching her purse on the counter, before running for the door. once the door was closed, mason looked at blake with his arms crossed.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, forcing his jacket off. he threw it to the ground and quickly walked to the alcohol stand.

blake watched him pour a drink with an amused look. he set the gun down, striding over to his assistant. "i suppose that got out of hand, yeah?"

"out of- out of hand?" he yelled, slamming his cup down on the counter. "you pulled a bloody gun on that girl!"

blake unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and tossed it on the leather couch. "she said something about you and it pissed me off, mason. i had a great reason to shoot her," he explained.

mason eyed the mans chest, his green eyes traveling down to the sculpted abs his boss sported. if not meeting with clients and designing homes, he was in his home gym, working his ass off for that body.

"i won't comment on that," he huffed, wiping at the scotch he caused to spill. his boss shrugged, stretching with tiredness. he stepped over to mason and took the towel from his hand.

"go on ahead home, masey, i bet you are exhausted from the antic i pulled tonight," he smirked, watching mason's eyes follow down his happy trail. he leaned closer, his plump lips almost touching his. "or maybe you'd like to stay the night.." he trailed.

"i- well," mason felt his breath hitch and body shake as blake brought his hand to his face.

"i have an extra room, no worries," he grinned. mason felt embarrassed with how perfect his boss was. he had a few flaws, but he was just so sly and charming you wouldn't notice the slight crook of his nose or the contacts in his brown eyes due to bad vision.

mason was lightly build, no abs, a little arm definition. he was normal, in other words. his bottom lip was plump, but his top was smaller. his cheekbones were only a bit defined. he had normal features, unlike blake.

"i guess it is late," he muttered, picking up his glass. with blake watching, he shot the drink back, cringing at the taste. "i'll show myself to the room."

his boss tilted his head in an adorable way, his eyes shining with something unfamiliar. slowly, his thumb ran over mason's bottom lip, before lifting it to his own mouth, licking at his finger. mason gulped, unable to take his gaze off of him.

"masey?" blake asked, the name rolling off his tongue, sounding so pleasant. mason hummed, eyeing the older man. "i'm crazy, so fucking crazy for you," he whispered, biting his lip in such a way mason felt just as crazy.

he watched blake back up, his body shining in the light. with a pearly white grin, he winked at him and stalked off to the red doored room.

mason then realized, as the gun lay on a desk, that blake was so crazy for him, he'd almost shot a poor girl he was on and off with for months. he smiled, shaking his head. perhaps he were crazy too, for loving the unbelievable truth.