Chapter 2
It was Saturday again. Santiago usually spent his Saturdays on paperwork, but since Brett ´the brat´ Pierce was his customer, he had to change his schedule and kiss his Sundays goodbye for paperwork.
Fuck you Brett Pierce was all Santiago thought when he woke up at 7am. His morning wood -which hasn´t appeared for more than a year- told him that he rather fucked Brett Pierce himself. But this was not an option. Santiago needed to stay professional. He had to.
Brett Pierce was a brat and nothing else. He went to an expensive all boys private school and was currently a Senior in college. The short and quick research was necessary for Santiago, at least that is what he told himself, to be aware of any advance Brett Pierce might try.
The privileged blonde boy never had a single care nor did he ever work a day in his life, and all the headlines he made contained him being a billionaires son getting drunk or winning an academic award. The Latino should have been more thorough...
To Santiago he was a spoiled brat and -although just two years younger- too young to even think about taking him seriously. That´s what Santiago continuously told himself. The push and pull was almost unbearable. Today, Santiago had to enter the house of the blonde again and work there for God knows how long.
He gathered four of his employees and drove to the mansion. It was not the best solution, but Santiago didn´t know how else to handle it for now. The women understood the predicament their boss was facing. One never knew what to expect of the Pierce boy.
When they arrived at the mansion, Santiago already noticed the kegs. "Well I guess, we are all going to work. Victoria, would you please call the boys again?"
Victoria nodded and all of the women knew their tasks again. Santiago told them to purely work and not talk to the owner. Betty, one of the maids had more than one story to tell about Brett Pierce and encouraged her boss´ plea.
Santiago rang the bell and after a few minutes, a second and third try, Brett Pierce was opening the door, half naked again.
"Why do you have to come so early?" He asked sleepily and let the cleaning crew enter. Santiago scoffed and pushed past him.
"Two persons in each room. Victoria on laundry first please and then go into the garden and collect the bottles and whatever is there for James and Michael to finish this quickly. Thanks." All of the women nodded or said yes and got to work. When all of them scattered into their designated area, Santiago turned back to Brett Pierce.
"Ok, Mr. Pierce, let´s get started on you bedroom. Do you need me to throw any trash out of your room?" He asked sarcastically and the blonde understood.
"Mr. Lopez, that is so sweet of you to ask. But how about you let me get rid of the so called trash and you meet me up there in 10 minutes?" The blonde replied with a slight smirk. He knew exactly what the beautiful Latino was talking about. And maybe he had a woman up there, but he only did it to annoy the other man.
Santiago just nodded and walked into the living room located left to him. "Ok, alright! Good morning drunk and hungover folk! Please, wake the fuck up and get out of here. We would like to clean up and I did not tell my employees to stop cleaning for any flesh. So get your shit together and fuck off!" He yelled into the room while kicking the people on the floor.
He had to admit it was not as bad as the last time. No broken windows. That was an upgrade. Furthermore, not a lot of food was covering the floor. He thought that Brett Pierce really dialed it down this time. But when he entered the kitchen to drop the first filled garbage bag he took everything back. The kitchen was a mess, probably even worse than last week.
The thought of the blonde´s bedroom made the Latino shiver. He did not want to see how many people he fucked last night. Santiago really wanted to laugh at them, and tell them never to return, and tell their friends about a man named Brett Pierce and run if they ever meet him. He was poison for society and Santiago hated that he was attracted to him. Maybe even a little attracted. Not that he would tell anyone.
Something about this blonde womanizer or player? Yeah, player fit better. He fucked either sex. Something about him intrigued Santiago so bad. He wanted to have a taste of those lips. He wanted to squeeze these butt cheeks and then pull the apart to rim his hole, then see himself sinking his dick inside the blonde´s ass.
Santiago did not notice that he already reached the top of the stairs until he saw Brett Pierce throwing some clothes at a woman. The Latino took a step back to not interrupt. On top of a naked Brett Pierce he did not have the need for a naked woman.
"Sandra, get the fuck out. You and I both know that this was nothing serious." He heard Brett Pierce tell the woman. She was not all too happy about that.
"It seemed like something a little bit more serious last night, when you fucked my ass and called me by my nickname San all the time." She answered in rage.
"Yeah, sure. Think what you wanna think. I don´t like to fuck women! Why do you think I fucked your ass and not your pussy?" He growled.
Santiago learned this second that Brett Pierce was rather interested in men than women. But why should he care? Tthe blonde was off limits. Still, something about hearing the blonde tell the girl off and surprisingly calling her San the night, made him kind of happy. The brunette brushed passed him and yelled another ´fuck off´ after slamming the front door shut.
The Latino walked into the bedroom and saw the blonde putting on a shirt. Progress in the Latino´s eyes. But just a second later the blonde ruined it, by opening his mouth.
"How can I serve you today, beautiful?" He said and walked closer to the Latino who held up an arm to stop him.
"If you really want to win me over, you shouldn't reveal your latest conquest, and especially not smell like her. Seriously. You have no idea of what it means to win over a person and date them." Santiago said in confidence, while stripping the bed. Brett opened the windows and help ridding the pillows of their covers.
"Ok, off the record. If I ever thought about dating someone, Dr. Phil, how would I do it?" He asked the Latino and it seemed genuine.
"Listen, Brett. You are enjoying this partying and fucking your way through New York way too much. Why would you think about settling down? You cannot seriously have interest in committing to someone or something." Santiago said without looking up and missing the hurt in the blonde´s eyes.
"You know what? You are right. Why should I commit to something!" He yelled. "You have no fucking idea who I am and what I am in college for. You don´t know what I am trying to pursue or even already accomplished. Keep on judging me for being a slut or whatever you call me, but don´t dare to disrespect me, when we both know how you got your job!" Brett was furious and threw the pillow back onto the bed and walked straight into the bathroom, slamming the door.
The Latino was left standing next to the bed in shock. Brett Pierce took a stand for himself. He must have accomplished something in his life so far and Santiago didn´t know about it. He just shook it off. It was better to have a safe distance between him and the blonde. This disagreement was helping, although it was not great.
Cleaning went on without any further interruptions. Santiago saw Brett rushing past him and into the basement. And then nothing, not until it was time to pay the company owner. Again, they met in the kitchen, but this time Brett handed him the check without a pick up line.
Santiago was almost out of the kitchen when he turned around and said: "I´m sorry for being so harsh on you before. It was not my place to judge you. I am truly sorry." He waited for a reply, but Brett just walked away, and without an answer Santiago walked out of the house.
The way home was different this time. Santiago felt bad. Just this morning he felt superior and thought that nothing could hurt the broad shouldered man, but he was wrong. Today he hit a nerve.
When he arrived at home, Santiago wanted to find out more about Brett. There were some things he obviously was unaware about. And he wanted to know then. Without a shower he sat down on his couch and went online for a more elaborate search.
Googling Brett Pierce was an almost easy task. His name again, spat out thousands of hits; one the Latino ignored before, was his Instagram account. Santiago was curious and clicked on it. He had a lot of uploads and Santiago was baffled to see that he was a dancer. Scrolling through his history he found an picture that looked older than the others and opened it. The dancer looked younger and it read ´fall back Friday, got my scholarship! NYADA here I come´. Santiago had to admit he was impressed.
Other pictures showed the blonde on construction sides. The banner in the background read: Houses for Humanity. The blonde really had something to be proud of.
He really needed to apologize again.
August 2017
Santiago entered the house of Brett Pierce. It was the fifth time by now. And again, Brett was not there. He left before the Latino and his crew came. However, it was also that Santiago was able to send everybody home.
The blonde barely left a mess. Santiago therefore, decided to clean the house alone. Some part of him did not trust the blonde with his employees, but on the other hand he really wanted to see the blonde man again.
He was cleaning the house for three hours, he just waited on the dryer to finish and walked back into the kitchen to pick up the check that was placed on the counter. Then he heard the dryer and collected the clothes. After that he settled them on the bed and began folding them. Downstairs he heard the door open. Brett came home early. The blonde must think that Santiago had already left, because the check was gone.
Without another thought the blonde walked into his bedroom to take a shower. He was scared for a second seeing the Latino folding his clothes on his bed.
"I thought you already left." His voice was cold.
"Yeah, sorry. I´m just gonna finish folding and then I´ll be out of your hair." Santiago replied. The blonde grabbed some fresh clothes and wanted to walk into his adjoining bathroom, but was stopped but the Latino.
"Brett, wait. I wanted to apologize." He said genuinely.
"Sure, whatever. Just finish and leave, please. We have nothing to talk about. You told me how you feel about me and I can accept that." Brett said and closed the bathroom door. Santiago felt like shit. He abandoned the laundry and walked over the locked door and gently knocked.
"Brett, I am really sorry. How can I make it up to you? I mean it. I didn´t want to hurt you. Please, talk to me." He begged. This was an untypical move. Santiago Lopez was a proud Latino and never begged or apologized to anybody, but his mother.
There was nothing. Brett did not answer and Santiago was about to continue folding the laundry. But then the door opened and the blonde man stood there in boxer shorts with messy hair. Santiago was taken aback for a second and Brett seemed to be waiting for something.
"Well, come on and apologize! Then you can get the fuck out of my house and hide back in your closet and bad mouth me for being a spoiled brat! Come on. COME ON!" He yelled at the Latino and Santiago felt small.
"I am sorry. I mean it. Look I know things got out of hand and it was not my place to judge you, but put yourself in my shoes for a second. You are parading yourself around and act all cocky. And you can´t deny judging me right now again, too! You have no idea what it means to be a gay Latino!" He said almost out of breath, because he spoke so fast.
"Tell me then." Brett replied, almost begging. "Tell me what I need to know and get to know me on a basis for you to consider to go on a date with me."
Santiago shook his head. This was not how this conversation was supposed to develop. For the first time, the Latino saw a sensitive side of the blonde extrovert dancer. He was exposing something very personal. Problematic was now that Santiago Lopez was afraid of feelings, and worse exposing his feelings.
"There is no imaginable scenario where you and I would end up dating. Because, you already pointed out that I am in the closet. I know about a few of your fun nights and I don´t know how to handle your past. Also, I do not consider you dating material, because look me in the eye and tell me you could be able to commit to one person and one person only. And this only person being me."
Silence overtook the room. Out of nowhere Brett walked over to the bed and looked Santiago straight in the eye. He could smell the blonde´s freshly showered skin. He did not reek of sweat or some other persons odor.
"I would commit to one person and one person only, if he was worth it." Brett said and then walked back into the bathroom without another word, leaving a baffled Santiago behind. It took almost another five minutes for Santiago to leave the bedroom and the house.
He left the laundry unfolded and this was enough proof for Brett to know that Santiago was at least a little bit interested in him. The way Santiago looked at him, when he confessed being open for an exclusive relationship, was breathtaking.
Brett always knew what he wanted. It did not matter what other people said or thought about him. From a young age on, he understood that he was different in some way. In kindergarten he was bullied, because he was too kind-hearted. And when he was also having trouble in Middle School his parents decided to home-school him. He was not jealous that his siblings went to High School. It was not his turf, and that was fine.
He never fit any standards and decided, when he was 15, not to adapt any social standards. Brett decided to rely on himself and himself only. It worked until his body gave him one hormonal push after another. That´s when the all the people came into his life and the slutty reputation grew. The dancer never discriminated and experimented a lot in the almost 10 years he had been sexually active.
And now there was a person, a man, who really intrigued him. For the first time Brett felt that he wanted sex to have a meaning. Santiago Lopez was a man he wanted to spent a longer period of time with. He could really imagine something more with this man. Brett could actually imagine feelings, because he had them. That was something new for the dancer. The only feelings he had were for his parents and his cat.
But this man. He made Brett reconsider limiting his feelings. Santiago was a challenge, but he was willing to take it.
The Latino was a little bit shorter than the blonde and had olive skin. On top of that, Santiago had dark, chocolate brown eyes and raven black hair. Brett was the complete opposite of him and his imagination went wild. Their skin tones would look beautiful. If they could produce children, it would be the fucking most amazing outcome the world had ever seen.
He imagined peppering kisses all over this body and have those kisses become rougher. Peppering kisses all over this body, biting his stiff nipples, so many options. Brett wanted to grab the Latino and throw him onto the bed and rim his asshole to tease him. By the skin tone of the Latino, Brett could only imagine how sexy his butt cheeks must look like. He wanted to bite them and squeeze them until the Latino´s skin bulged between his fingers.
This was just one of the many fantasies he had about the two of them together. Brett was great with imagining sexy stuff. That is why he was so good in bed, because he knew his way around a naked body.
Just by having thoughts like this, Brett knew that he couldn´t stay mad at Santiago for long. He wanted the Latino to come and fight for him, at least a little bit.
Brett remembered the last weeks, and the necessary force to avoid the Latino. He wanted to see him and talk to him again. Brett wanted to hear the raspy voice and see those beautiful eyes. But he had to restrain himself and spent every fucking Saturday at his parents´ house and pretend to enjoy it more than he usually did. For no apparent reason the Latino occupied his mind.
When his father asked him a question he did not pay attention. Brett´s mind was far too occupied. He told them that his mind was busy with an upcoming dance recital, it satisfied his parents minds for now. Brett promised them to be more talkative the next time. Leaving his parents´ house, he still felt bad about not being there a 100% there, because he knew how much this time meant to his mother.
The Pierce family dinners were mostly talkative and really entertaining. Pierce Pierce explained his new business branch to his family and Brett as well as his mother listened carefully. Susan Pierce was a full on charity wife. She used her husbands money to support orphanages and pay for scholarships for the less fortunate. Susan and her husband themselves came from poor families and earned their riches from the bottom up.
When Brett was three years old, his parents adopted his little sister Karen, she was two years old. But their family was not complete until Susan and Pierce adopted the twins. Jason and Jaydon looked the same, but they were different as day and night. Brett loved growing up with siblings and especially his family. He never saw the different skin tone of his siblings and neither did they.
When the family was together Brett usually loved every second of it. His parents and younger siblings were chattering like crazy. Everybody had a story to tell and everyone wanted to go first. Since Karen went to college in California, family dinners became rare. Once she was home, everybody was excited, and Susan went all out with dinner. Five courses and more. Brett felt like he had to roll home, because his mother more than once voiced her opinion about him being too thin.
"Susan, please." Pierce said. "He weighs enough, and he has been telling you for so many years that he has to watch his intake." Brett´s mother raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
"Pierce, that´s great. All great, but when I have all my children here they may eat. One cheat day is alright. So, you be quiet now or you get no dessert." Without asking she poured more sauce over the steak and yams. Brett has given up long ago, to tell his mother that he should really watch his intake, but instead he spent more time in his gym to train it off again.
"That poor boy gets fed. Oh no!" Karen joked and all of them laughed. Brett might be the oldest, but he was also a little bit more sensitive. Sure, Karen knew about his wild side, still Brett was something else. She loved her big brother and mostly stayed at his house, when she was in town.
"Once you will have children, you will act the same. I can promise you that one young lady. While we are at this topic, when is this going to happen?" Susan asked her daughter.
Silence took over for a second and Brett sent her a smile and a wink. Karen looked at her mother with big eyes. "What is that suppose to mean? Hello! Brett is older, why can´t he start with grandchildren? I will follow after him, how about that?" She replied with a smirk.
"Yeah, sure. That is not going to happen anytime soon." Jason said. "He is not even close to settling down, are you bro?"
Brett stuttered and tried to find the right words. "I don´t know. I have not found the right person, I think." Karen was listen carefully and almost jumped from her seat.
"Oh my God! Mom! He is seeing someone! Brett likes someone, I know that voice and look at him blushing! Who is it!" Karen poked his sides.
"Stop, Karen. That poor boy. He will tell me later, because I am his mother and I have to know first. Mother knows best." Susan said. Brett pushed Karen playfully back into her seat and looked up.
"There is nothing to say, because he made it very clear that I am not his type or whatever. It is just a crush, so can we please just focus something else. Jason, Jaydon how is school?" He tried to put the spotlight and the twins.
"Boring." They answered in sync. They wanted to know more about Brett´s possible conquest as well. But again the dancer just told them that there was nothing to talk about. He was not in the mood and still unsure how he really felt.
"So there is someone," Karen interjected. "I told you that he was crushing on someone. Come on, Brett tell me more."
"I said no." Brett angrily replied. Santiago Lopez is a beautiful man and he intrigued the blonde, but still, the Latino hurt him and even more so did it without knowing him properly.
Brett might have been a little bit hands on, but he was insecure to approach this man in another way. It was all new to him, to actually like somebody. Santiago made him feel something for the first time and that´s why he wanted to explore this. Then again, he got shot down and humiliated. Brett was at a crossroads and didn´t know which way to go.