pour some sugar on me.

james weston. 44.

[jamesxweston]

brooklynmarsbennett​:

The blonde was thankful that he was willing to stay awake with her. She went straight to sketching, looking more at him than at her paper. Her strokes were slow and precise, knowing the page like the back of her hand. He was beautiful. She had always noticed this, but it wasn’t why she stayed. It was merely a plus. “You’re fine just like that. It’s going to be pretty simple.” She looked to the page for a moment as to not be weird by staring at him for so long. He was the picture of perfect masculinity. Muscled, an angular face, beautiful hair, he was practically perfect in every way.

“So what do you do for work? I feel like I’ve known you a while but I still have no idea what you do,” she laughs softly. Her pen was working on his chest and neck, making sure to scribble the lines just right.

James had never been sketched before but he wasn’t finding it hard to keep still, just slightly uncomfortable. His eyes flicked to Brooklyn’s pen and he marveled at how fast she worked. She really was at home with her sketchpad. He was curious as to how he was turning out to look but he could be patient and wait. “I own my own brewery,” he explained. He knew most people looked at him in his suits and his nice house and assumed it was something boring to do with finances but nope. James had worked hard for his money. Him and a friend from college had dreamed up the perfect place to drink good beer and watch football games with and had poured blood, sweat and tears into making sure the business was successful. They were the number one brewery in their state and their beers were in many stores and restaurants. “I started it a few years ago with a buddy and now it’s a full blown staff,” he added proudly. He didn’t want to brag but...it was a great accomplishment for him.

“How about you?” He asked, shifting in his seat and hoping that didn’t ruin her sketch. “Are you a student? Do you do something other than be an amazing nanny to my kids?” He smiled at her.

[jamesxweston]

brooklynmarsbennett​:

Brooklyn didn’t mind sharing her art that much. She loved the critique, and the compliments made her feel even better. She felt her face turn red at his joke, “I can definitely sketch something out, if you’d like me to.” She smiled at her lap, closing the book and setting it to the side. She turned to him as he stood, preparing to go to bed. “Actually, will you stay awake with me a little longer? I just…I had a fight with my boyfriend earlier and I want to take my mind off of it before I go to bed, so some company would be nice.” She looked up to him with big hopeful eyes, wanting him to come back and sit down with her. There was something about him that made her want to be around him longer.

“You definitely don’t have to, of course,” she backpedaled, not wanting to come off as weird or anything for wanting her boss’s company so late in the evening, “I just figured I might be able to start that picture of you?”

James paused at the thought of Brooklyn having a boyfriend. It was none of his business and she was certainly old enough to have a significant other, he just...never would have suspected. Brooklyn never talked about him and she seemed dedicated to her work. Of course she had a life outside of his world, James was still sometimes oblivious and she felt like such a natural part of his world. There was a lot he didn’t know about his nanny, James was discovering tonight, and he felt selfish for never bothering to ask.

“Of course.” Like he could say no to her pleading face. She looked so pretty and innocent, it mesmerized James. She was a breath of fresh air and he didn’t want to disappoint her. He leaned back against the couch and looked at her. “Anything special you want me to do?”

[jamesxweston]

brooklynmarsbennett​:

She noticed James over her shoulder with clothes for her and shut her sketch book, standing and taking the clothes from him. “Thank you, James, I’ll just be a minute.” She walked past him and up the stairs to the guest room. She closed the guest room door behind her. She started undressing, folding her clothes as she took them off and setting them on a dresser in the corner of the room. She pulled the oversized t-shirt over her head, letting it drop like a dress on her. This probably could have been enough, honestly, but she grabbed the shorts anyways, tightening the waistband to her own waist.

She headed back down the stairs and to the living room where she left James. She noticed him reading something, but it wasn’t until she got closer that she realized it was her sketch book. She felt it only fair that he be able to look through it since his kids were her most recent muses. She noticed his face go a bit red and it made her smile, “No, you’re totally fine. It’s a lot of Beth and Julian anyways. At least that book is.” She sat next to him on the couch, gently taking the book from him and turning to a page roughly in the middle of the book where a blue pen sketch of the two kids hugging each other sat. “Thanks….Uh, this ones my favorite.” She handed the book back to him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Your kids are really photogenic,” she smiled. 

James was relieved Brooklyn wasn’t upset he had gone through her sketchbook. He hadn’t done it with ill intention but that still didn’t make it okay. He smiled at the other sketch of his children and then nodded. “Yeah, they are pretty cute,” he chuckled. It was about the only good thing his ex-wife had given him in their years of knowing each other. He felt awful thinking that about the mother of his children but...it was true. He watched as she flipped through the book and then teased, “What, no sketches of me?” before internally wincing. Was he tired tonight or something? All the inappropriate words were coming out of his mouth.

Deciding to get up before he did something stupid like, invite her to share his bed with him, James mussed up his hair and cleared his throat. “I’m off to bed. Is there anything I can get you before I’m upstairs?”

[jamesxweston]

brooklynmarsbennett​:

She saw the clock on the wall, creeping closer to the kids bed time and started to get a little nervous, and a little bit excited, about spending time with just James. Any extra time the two spent together could be misconstrued as something less than innocent. It could cause a fight with Rhys, but she didn’t care much about that right now. She’d rather spend time with James than go home to him right now. “Maybe we can throw on a movie or something?” She offered, as a deviation from his normal routine.

Brooklyn hadn’t even thought of other clothes to stay the night in. She was still getting used to the idea of staying the night at her place of work. Part of her wanted to conjure up a perfect breakfast for the family for the morning since she would be here to make something grand for them, which she didn’t often do for the kids. “Yeah, a night shirt and some shorts should work, thanks.” She smiled and nodded as James excused himself upstairs with the kids and stood up, walking over to her bag and grabbing her sketch book. 

She curled up in the corner of the couch, resting the pad of paper on the arm of the couch. She opened the book to a picture she started of Beth’s braided hair, adding shadows to the sketch. Hair was her favorite to draw because it could be as neat or messy or minimal or detailed as she wanted. She had a bunch of sketches just of Beth’s hair because it changed so much from day to day. She noticed her phone light up from her bag, no doubt a call from her boyfriend. She dismissed it, though, looking back to her sketch book.

Bath time went easily. It was only a little bit of a struggle to get Beth out and that was because she insisted on acting out a whole scene with her Barbies. The imagination she had was inspiring - if not a little scary, when Skipper threatened to drown Barbie because she didn’t eat all her vegetables at dinner. After he had finished reading half of Goodnight, Moon to her and had taken away Julian’s tablet, James gathered the night clothes for Brooklyn and then came back downstairs. He could see the back of her head as she bent over something on the couch and not wanting to disturb her, James came around the side and gently cleared his throat. He could see sketches of something and he was curious but didn’t ask. “Here you go,” he smiled at her and held out the clothes. He bit his lip as she stood up and watched as she walked away before glancing back down at the book.

Should he...

No. That wasn’t right. That was snooping. He glanced back to see Brooklyn disappearing up the stairs and then dropped down to the couch, grabbing the sketchbook and flipping it open. He was amazed at what he saw. Brooklyn was talented, really talented. He could see sketches of Beth, of Julian, even a self portrait that made him smile. Why wasn’t she doing anything with this talent? Or maybe she was and James was just oblivious to it. When he heard footsteps, James glanced up and gave a guilty flush. “Sorry. I just - I was curious.” And now his tongue felt dry seeing a woman dressed up in his clothes, looking tiny and a little shy. “These are really good, by the way.”

[jamesxweston]

brooklynmarsbennett​:

The blonde was extremely grateful for her job with the Westons. It was tough at times, but most of the time, the days just rolled by. James was always extremely accommodating, and always paid her for her time, but she didn’t want to make him pay past his hours. She seemed a bit surprised, however at his offer for her to stay the night with them. It wasn’t a bad surprise, just an option she hadn’t considered before. “I wouldn’t want to impose,” she began, “but if its fine by you I might just take you up on that offer.” She gave him a smile and walked the ball of foil in her hand to the trash can.

She took her phone out of her pocket and sent a text to Rhys that she wouldn’t be home that night. After that, she decided she could put it away for the evening. She made her way back over to her boss and sat across from him. “So what do you do when the kids are asleep? Watch football? Play video games?” She realized outside of the kids, she didn’t know much about James. It could also be assumed that he didn’t know much about her. “The kids don’t nap much, but when they are tired, I end up drawing while they nap.

James felt genuine happiness that Brooklyn had agreed to stay the night and he tried not to think about what meant for him. “Great,” he smiled at her and took another bite of food. It was creeping to the point that the kids would need to be in bed and miraculously, James was home tonight to read them a bedroom story. Julian would pretend it didn’t matter but he knew his son got upset when James wasn’t there. “I guess I can catch up on a few shows,” he shrugged his shoulders and scraped the rest of his bowl clean with his fork. Delicious. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a meal that wasn’t prepared by a business. “Or get an early start on my day tomorrow, pay a few bills.” It wasn’t exciting by any means.

As he stood up to clean his mess, he realized Brooklyn probably didn’t have anything to wear. “Sadie left a few nightshirts behind,” he offered. “And I’m sure I have some shorts you can tie really tightly around your waist.” Brooklyn was a tiny thing but she’d fit if she just tied the band around his sleep shorts. He picked up Beth and ruffled Julian’s hair. “I’m going to put these two to bed, you get comfortable and I’ll set up the guest room for you.”

[jamesxweston]

brooklynmarsbennett​:

Brooklyn felt bad for him. Not in a patronizing way, she just understood how much harder he had to work as a newly single father. Sadie never helped the situation. She was always gone, or drunk, or both, at least as she could tell. “I’m sorry you have to go through this, Mr. Weston,” she tried to console, but knew words didn’t exactly help the situation. She watched him turn to leave, and went back to her cooking, “Will do!” She turned off the heat and took the pan off of the stove. She grabbed a fork from the drawer and took the lid off the pan, taking a taste test of the ‘paella’. It was pretty good, and should’ve been good for the kids.

“Time to pick up what you’re working on, guys, dinner’s done,” she said, dishing small portions into bowls for the kids before going to the fridge with two glasses and filling them up with ice and water from the dispenser. Brooklyn never really ate with them, she felt it unprofessional. Instead she would go home after this and cook again, this time for herself and her boyfriend. It was taxing, but it felt more professional to take the time to clean and put away leftovers. 

She set the bowls in front of the kids, smiling at the unicorn sheet. “That looks great, Bethy,” she complimented the hot pink horse, which now had rainbows scribbled, coming out of its eyes. “It has rainbow laser beams in its eyes!” The 6-year-old smiled, proud of her work. This brought a laugh from Brook as she took the sheet and walked it over to the fridge. “It’s perfect, B, let me hang it on the fridge, okay?” She secured the paper under a magnet, right in the center of the refrigerator. She brought the kids back forks and their water, setting those on the table as well. “It’s hot, but not spicy. And chicken is a safe food, so you guys should like this. At least try a couple of bites.” 

She made her way back to the kitchen, making a bowl for James and putting foil over it, before securing the rest in a Tupperware container. She had put the dishes in the dishwasher, wiped down the counters, and put the leftovers away when she noticed James come back down looking a lot more comfortable. “I’ll always make enough for you, too, Mr. Weston,” she brought him the bowl, taking the foil off and rolling it into a ball in her hand. “Do you need help putting them to bed tonight? Or do you need any extra cleaning done?” She was trying to find a way to extend her stay. If Brooklyn was honest, she hadn’t wanted to go home to Rhys lately, since he was probably going to come home smelling like someone else’s perfume. “You don’t even have to pay me for the time, I’m totally willing to help off the clock.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Brooklyn,” James sighed in relief. She truly was. The best thing he had done in months was hire her because she had gone above and beyond her duties. He liked to throw in extra pay for the additional minutes she stayed or how she always seemed to distract the kids from James and Sadie’s shouting matches. He hated that he was triggered so easily by his wife but she brought out the worst in him. He could see that the rest of the plates were picked clean so he was taking that as a sign that it was delicious. Grabbing a fork and digging in, James looked up at Brooklyn’s question. He swallowed - he was right, it was scrumptious - and then shook his head. “One, I’d never take advantage of you like that and two, I’ve got things covered. Beth usually wrangles an extra story out of me but...” He grinned and looked over at his daughter that was now glued to her tablet. YouTube Kids. Boy, times had changed.

He watched her as she moved around the kitchen and saw in her slowed movements that she seemed in no rush to leave. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he ate and thought; it wasn’t exactly professional but...”If you’d like though, you can stay in the guest room. If you’re not looking to go home, that is. I’m sure the kids would love the idea of a sleepover with you.” And in all honesty, James wouldn’t mind some additional company either. It did get very lonely at night - not that he was going to make Brooklyn spend time with him.

[jamesxweston]

brooklynmarsbennett​:

Brooklyn found it so hard to mind her own business some days. It was even harder when James would argue on the phone with his wife. Most of the time he did so from the other room, but every once in a while, like today, he hadn’t had the chance to transition before the arguing broke out. She always kept her head down, but shamefully kept her ears tuned in. It almost reminded her of her and her boyfriend, but she tucked that thought away deep down because it made her nervous. 

As she stood at the kitchen island, she stirred the dish she was preparing, and hoping the kids weren’t going to be picky about it. They had been doing better about trying different foods, but sometimes the texture wasn’t right, or it was too spicy. She stopped stirring and covered the pan, heading to the cabinets to get plates and cups. She heard James’ conversation coming to a forced conclusion and her eyebrows raised, a little invested in it. But she reminded herself that it was really unprofessional to eavesdrop on you boss, and neutralized her face. 

“Oh, uh, it’s a paella-inspired chicken and rice dish, that’s not spicy,” she raised her voice at the end to inform the kids that dinner should be a success tonight. “It just has to steam for a little bit longer, but after that it should be ready to go!” She smiled at James, her curiosity about his conversation still bursting from the seams. “Sooo…is everything okay? And you totally don’t have to answer that, I’m just really bold today, apparently,” She said this only loud enough for him to hear, not wanting the conversation to reach the children’s ears.

James chuckled at the obvious way Brooklyn was trying to emphasize to his children that there’d be no excuse for not eating. He always tried his hardest to make sure they were grateful for whatever they got but he was only human. Sometimes he relented and just let them eat pizza rolls. “That sounds good,” he echoed his earlier sentiment and then his shoulders raised in defense almost automatically. It wasn’t that he didn’t hear Brooklyn’s genuine concern or even think she deserved to know what was troubling him...it just felt exhausting to get back into it. He wanted to space himself away from that conversation and not rehash it. “It’s fine,” he answered tiredly. “Divorce is expensive and exhausting. I don’t recommend it.” He gave Brooklyn a tight smile before turning around and heading for the stairs. “I’m just going to wash up and then you’re free to leave. Save a plate for me, guys!”

In the shower, James leaned his forehead against the wet tiled wall as the water poured down his back. He wasn’t kidding...he was tired. He was tired of negotiating, he was tired of sleeping alone, he was tired of trying to play the role of both parent and not let his kids feel lacking in any direction. Brooklyn was a big help and he was so grateful for her. He heard her laugh downstairs and as if reminding him that the house hadn’t had a feminine touch to it in a while, his cock twitched and James sighed. He really needed to go out and let out some steam.

When he was done, he dressed in a distressed tee from his old company and some cotton jersey shorts and went downstairs. “Did my little gremlins eat it all or do I still have a plate?” James asked hopefully, grinning as the gremlins in question giggled and squirmed away from his hands.

[jamesxweston]

“Sadie, I don’t know what you want me to say.” James ran a hand over his face, the motion exhausted. He felt like he had been on the phone with his estranged wife for hours. What was supposed to be them working out a schedule for the week had evolved into a tearful (and fueled by wine, James suspected) rant about how James had caused this whole mess. While it was true that their separation hadn’t been helped by the long hours he put into work, James didn’t think it was entirely on him. Sadie hadn’t helped by constantly spending their money or jetting off on the weekends he had free...and didn’t invite him to go along with her. They just weren’t a good match and if it weren’t for their two kids, James knew he would’ve walked away a long time ago.

Speaking of their offspring, Bethany and Julian, both six and eight respectively, were busy coloring at the kitchen counter as their nanny, Brooklyn, prepared dinner behind them and politely tried to ignore the drama happening in front of her. She really deserved a raise, James mused absently as he tried to make sense of what Sadie was slurring on the other end. He ruffled Brooklyn’s hair and peeked down to see that she had colored her unicorn hot pink. 

“Love it,” he mouthed to her and pecked her forehead before emitting a sigh. “Sadie, I’m gonna go. Okay? Sober up,” he said more quietly so that the kids couldn’t hear, and then continued speaking, “and call me back when you’re ready to talk.” He pressed end before she could argue some more and emitted a sigh. “Smells great, Brooklyn. What are you cooking?” @redvelvetwrites​

[tylerposey]

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