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Much Apologization
By Alexa M Vengeance

 


“I'm sorry,” Brian said, apologizing for what must have been the tenth time that night. Zack rolled over, facing his lover. His expression was one of slight irritation.

“Brian, I told you, forget about it. It's okay! Really. Just shut up and go to sleep. I have work in the morning and so do you,” Zack said. He rolled back over after kissing Brian on the cheek.

“I know you said it's fine but—”

“Shut it, Brian!” Zack said, elbowing him in the ribs. He heard Brian sigh. And when he felt the familiar arm wrap around him, he knew Brian was done for the night. He snuggled in closer to him and was soon fast asleep.

***

Much too soon, the alarm was going off. Brian reached over and hit the snooze button with a murderous rage. Usually they would both stay in bed for a few hits of the snooze button, but this morning Zack got up the first time. He had to go into work early to finish off some stuff. He showered and dressed quickly. Brian still hadn't got up. He kissed him on the cheek.

“Love you, see you for dinner!” Zack said brightly as he left. He received a grumpy grunt in response. Brian was no morning person. Brian rolled over and fell back asleep, trying to think of ways to say he was sorry.

***

Zack unlocked the back door of the office building he worked in, rushing inside to enter the security code in the alarm system. Once it was disarmed, he went to his desk. He dropped his keys and cell phone on the desk before pressing the power button on his computer. Knowing that the outdated machine took forever to start up, Zack got up and walked to the office kitchen. He grabbed some sourdough bread and put it in the toaster. He went over to the coffee pot and set it up to brew.

His mind started to drift back to the night before, but before his thoughts could go too far, the toaster popped up his bread. He went to collect it and shortly after, the coffee was finished. He poured himself a large cup, adding a little creamer to the hot beverage.

He went back to his cubicle. The desktop had just finished loading. He opened his email and went through it. He responded to what he could, filed what needed to be saved and deleted the spam messages. The e-card that he knew was from Brian he saved for last. It started with an animation of a pouting puppy and Zack couldn't help but laugh. Then he got to the part Brian had written.

“Zacky, baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Can you ever forgive me? I'll do whatever—”

Zack deleted it without even finishing reading it. He had told Brian not to fucking worry about it! There was nothing to forgive.

Zack grabbed a couple of files and started to work on them. He lost himself in his work so that he wouldn't keep thinking about how stupid Brian was being. He didn't even notice his co-workers started trickling in. it was already 10:30 when Zack's boss, Steve, stopped by his desk to give him more work.

“Morning, Zack,” he said, eyeing the stack of files he had already finished that morning.

“Good morning,” Zack replied politely. His boss treated him well enough, but he preferred to be left alone.

“I'm gonna need you to scan all those files today. We're going paperless now, so we want to get it all uploaded as soon as possible, okay?” Steve asked, though it wasn't really a question. Zack inwardly cringed at the extra amount of work but of course agreed. He didn't have time for all that. Steve turned to leave, but there was a delivery man behind him, carrying a large bouquet of cream colored roses. Zack's favorite, if he had to choose a flower. He groaned to himself now. Steve raised his eyebrows at him, but said nothing, getting out of the way of the delivery man.

“Zack Baker?” he asked.

“Yeah, that's me,” Zack sighed as he signed for the flowers. When was Brian going to listen to him?

“Hey, cheer up, buddy. She must care about you a lot to send these. It's usually the other way around, you know? I think it's cute,” the flower man said.

“Yeah. Adorable. She's great,” Zack said sarcastically. The man shrugged and turned to leave. Zack looked at the flowers. They were beautiful. The perfect off-white cream color. And their smell was intoxicating. It wasn't a heavy scent, like some of the deeper color roses. It was light but fragrant, and even though he was extremely annoyed with Brian for sending them, he had to admit it was a nice thing to do.

As soon as his boss had rounded the corner, three women practically ran over to Zack's cubicle. They were all blonde and blue eyed. Two of them were sisters. They were the three nosiest gossips in the office. Zack cringed inwardly for the second time that day.

“Who're they from?” Candy queried.

“What did she do?” Shelly asked.

“What does the note say?” Jamie questioned.

“Ladies, ladies. I don't really want to talk about it,” Zack said. Wrong move. That just made them pushier. They inspected the flowers, Shelly taking the note that Zack hadn't even noticed. She read it out loud, much to Zack's chagrin:

“Zacky, baby. I'm sorry. Tell me how I can make it better. I love you, sugarpuff. -B”

The girls all started giggling as Zack turned beet red. He grabbed the card from Shelly, as if that would make them forget what she'd just read.

“Sugarpuff?” Candy snickered.

“What's “B” so sorry about, cuddlemuffin?” Jamie teased.

“Who's B?” Is it Barbara from accounting?! Ohmygod, I knew it!” Shelly exclaimed.

Zack glowered at all of them.

It's none of your business!” he barked at them. “And no, it's not Barbara. I'm going to lunch,” he said and grabbed his keys and phone before pushing past them in a huff. He could still hear them giggling as he headed to the parking lot.

***

Zack pulled back into the parking lot and got out a packet of gum from the compartment between the seats. He'd had a drink at lunch. It wasn't exactly against company policy, but it was frowned upon. He was calmer now and ready to get back to his work. He headed in and let the receptionist know that he was back.

“Welcome back, sweet cheeks,” she said and winked. Zack blushed. Great. Looks like the girls had told Tracy. Which meant that now everyone knew.

“Hey buttercup. You mind faxing this for me?” Todd from the sales department snickered at him. Zack ignored him, his foul mood returning instantly. For the rest of the day he had different people come up to him and ask for something, adding obnoxious nicknames like “baby cakes,” “snuggle bunny” and “honey bunch” to name a few. Most of them wanted to know who his `girlfriend' was and more importantly, what she had done to make her apologize in this way. Zack ignored them as best as he could. He put on his headphones while he was scanning the files and that cut down on the comments.

It was close to three. Jamie came over to remind him that it was the second Thursday of the month—which meant that at three, they would all go to the kitchen to celebrate that month's birthdays with cake and juice. Zack sighed. Unfortunately, everyone's presence was required. He returned his stack of papers to his desk and headed for the kitchen.

They all sang the generic “Happy Birthday” song and then the cake was passed out. Zack tried to slip away but a woman named Marsha grabbed him before he could escape.

“So tell us, Zacky baby, who're the flowers from and why'd they send them, cutie pie?” All eyes turned to him. Zack had had enough. They wanted to know so badly, fine. He would tell them.

“You really want to know?” They all nodded.

“Last night, my boyfriend stuck his massive dick in my ass for the first time and fucked me into the mattress. And it fucking HURT!” Zack said. He looked at their shocked faces for a second. He saw Dave drop his plate. Mary choked on her drink. His boss turned bright red. Zack shrugged and turned on his heel, heading back to his desk.

He picked up the files again and headed toward the scanner, headphones already in ears. Five minutes later, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Steve. His was still bright red. He looked pissed.

“Baker. My office. Now!” he barked. Fuck. Zack followed his boss into his office. He slammed the door.

“Sit.” Zack complied. And suddenly Steve's demeanor changed.

“Look, I know they were all goading you all day. And it wasn't fair and it's not right. They're in the wrong. And I get why you blew up like that. I would have done the same thing,” Steve said. The redness had left his face now and he was talking calmly. He was being surprisingly understanding.

“But,” Steve continued, “that type of response is not appropriate to the work place. So I don't want this happening again. Is that clear, Zack?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, you've offended many people in there. I know, I know. They asked for it. But that doesn't change the fact that they're upset. So why don't you take tomorrow off and come back on Monday when this whole thing has blown over. You'll be paid, of course. But I'll tell the gossips that I put you on suspension. How does that sound?”

“Great, thanks! I mean really. Thank you. Thanks for understanding,” Zack said, and meant it. Steve nodded and pulled out his wallet. He handed it to Zack. He pointed to a picture.

“That there is Sam. My partner for twenty-two years now,” he said, smiling at Zack. “So I know a little bit about what you're going through, I think. So let me give you a little advice. It's obvious that this guy you're with really cares about you. Sure, he could have gone about showing it in a more discreet way, but I think you and I both know that he means well. So give him a break when you get home, would ya?” He winked at Zack. “All right, enough of my words of wisdom. Take the rest of the day off, too.”

“Thanks again, Steve,” he said. He felt much better now. But in keeping with the charade of his suspension, he left Steve's office with a scowl on his face. He grabbed his stuff and headed out. Everyone avoided his gaze as he exited the back door. Zacky smirked to himself as he got in his car.

***

When he got home, Brian was already there. He taught 6th grade and was usually home before Zack. Zack parked the car in the garage and went inside. He saw Brian sitting on the couch in the living room watching the news. He immediately got up and went to Zack.

“Hey, babe. You're home early,” he said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Did you get the flowers? I'm so so—Umphh!” Brian doubled over in pain. Zack had punched him in the stomach. “What the hell was that for?!”

“You asked me what you could do to make it better. Well, you hurt me, so now I hurt you. We're even,” Zack explained, a grin on his face. “So stop fucking apologizing for something that I enjoyed as much as you, if not more you fucking twat!” Zack yelled, a smirk now playing across his lips.

Brian gawked at him. “You…you liked it?” he asked, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, Bri. I did. I really did.”

“Babe, I didn't know. I'm sor—Ahh!”

“How many more punches to the gut is it gonna take for me to break you of that annoying little habit? And are you gonna fuck me again or what?”

Brian looked at him and grinned wickedly. He grabbed Zack's hand and pulled him into the bedroom.

“I thought you'd never ask, sugarpuff!”

“Fuck you, asshole!”

“Mmm, no thanks. I believe it was you that asked me to do the fucking.”

Zack laughed as he closed the bedroom door behind them.

A/N Reviews? Yes, please! Thank you to my lovely reviewers that I love already ! You guys are awesome. And yes, I know “apologization” is not really a word. Not yet.

 

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