Arranged?!
Gravity was a powerful force, and Brandon felt the force of it, trying to pull him down to the ground. How long was the Empire state building? How high were they currently?
"What.." no, he had to be calm in front of the fucking psycho. "Please, pull me back. If you let go, I will fall down and die."
To make things worse, when Brandon put his hand on top of Killians, he realized that Killian was actually holding on to his collar. Not his skin, but the bloody collar!
So if this good quality shirt decided that it was not strong enough, and actually separated from its other threads, he was going to die.
" but you wanted this. Are you not happy with me giving you what you want?"
"If you want to be literal, please remember that I said I do not want to play. How about we take that literally?" He snapped but then the second standard fell, the wind blowing and realized the mistake.
"Mr Archer," He bit the words carefully, keeping the bitterness away, " please. This is no longer just for fun, I am scared and I cannot die."
Also, if it came to dying, he would prefer to do that after losing. But for now, there was nothing in his life that made him want to wish for death.
"No?"
"No."
Killian pulled him up but did not remove himself from the position. He was standing in. Their chests were just away from each other. Given that Brandon was trying to show himself as much as he could into the wall to maintain the distance.
His boss went ahead and fixed the collar, he had not just threatened to throw him down probably the highest building in New York.
"You should not ask the things you don't want." Killian instructed, carrying on with his fixation about his scholar, and once he was done, he slid his hands back in his pockets.
Really? That's what we are going with? So we don't understand when I say no, just checking you off, but we understand when I say that I must fall down off the balcony ?
"Sure." He agreed. "My mistake."
Killian took it, nodding it off. "Do it."
"Do what?" In reaction to his words, Brandon received a glowering look.
Something about it made him understand exactly what his boss was talking about. "Surely, you can't mean… No. I can't do that to you."
"Why not?"
Because.. "Because a, that is sexual harassment and b, I am not," It was a battle to force the word out of him physically, "I am not a girl to give you a blow job."
"Being a girl has nothing to do with sucking me off."
So that reason was not enough? " how about the fact that I'm not gay? I'm not willing to be gay. I'm not getting on my knees and.—" an oomph left his chest when he was shoved to his knees by none other than his boss.
With one hand on his shoulder, Killian kept him down, even when Brian attempted to get up.
"I was not joking." Killian's voice suddenly matched his dark aura. "Or would you rather be dangling, little dangling boy?"
Within one day, I went from darling to dangling boy.
Brandon realized he had taken too long to answer or just speak for yet another refusal when he heard the buckle of his boss's belt.