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sterling jacobs. ceo in training. 29. 

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reattachmcnts:

Something about that smile had Bryson leaning in without thinking. He could see some features in him that matched Arielle’s stunning beauty and natural charm. They were siblings, after all. But he also knew there was a ton he didn’t know about the budding CEO. “We should?” He regarded the other man with a little apprehension. After an awkward pause he raised the bottle to his lips again, swallowing the mild horror at his awful retort. Maybe if Sterling wasn’t literally his best friend’s brother he could have agreed with a clear conscience. But that ridiculously handsome face and inviting grin couldn’t change a fact. He wasn’t wired like that. Well, in some ways. He used to love fiercely and fully, found someone he thought was his soulmate. Now he was what most people would describe as sad. Mid-thirties, failed marriage and minimal custody of his son, in a career path that he loved but got little pay (and even lesser recognition) for. 

“I-I don’t think that’s the fun she’d expect from me,” he stammered. Brother or not, he had eyes and having anyone in Sterling’s league even consider him that way was madness in his eyes. “Or you… maybe.” He blew out a breath and got to his feet. Okay, probably a bit of a mistake as it became apparent he was less balanced than he thought. Domesticity had made him a lightweight, he thought to himself as he placed a palm on the counter to steady himself. He needed to stop staring at Sterling but the man was close enough that he seemed to occupy Bryson’s entire field of vision. 

Bryson, ever the fan of the five paragraph essays he assigned to his students, couldn’t for the life of him come up with a convincing way to refuse the man. He didn’t want to, in all honesty, but he had to be responsible. He wasn’t one to jaunt off at weddings with the most attractive guy in the room. He was perfectly content to watch and cringe with secondhand embarrassment from the sidelines. The ship for that had long left, though. “I won’t waste your time, Sterling… and I need to piss,” he broke off suddenly. Bryson felt his upper half sway and instinctively placed a hand on the man’s shoulder to steady himself. A second later and he realized his mistake, pulled his hand off, and made the short trek to the hallway.

There seemed to be something holding the other back, and that was irritating Sterling. He didn’t like hesitation, but he supposed it only made the game more fun. To the young CEO, life was a game that he was going to play, and he was going to play it the way he wanted to. After all it was the only true way to play the game. He knew as the other debated his offer, eventually turning it down that it was going to be a bit harder than he anticipated. Usually his pretty face and smooth attitude did the trick, but Bryson seemed immune to his spell this time around. Maybe it was his relationship to his sister that held him back, or something in his past, but he was determined to see past it and get him on his list for the night. 

“Oh, c’mon, Bryson. You give yourself too little credit. I’m definitely expecting big things from you,” he retorted with a wink and a quick glance with his eyes to his pants. He grinned, and took a smooth sip of his drink. What could it be? Was it his low self conscious preventing him from having fun? Maybe that’s what he needed. “I think you’re quite the looker, and there has definitely been a few eyes on you all night,” he complimented. Maybe that’s what he needed to finally get him to snap. He held onto the other as he stood to steady him. 

“Whoa, Bryson, you seem a little iffy on your feet,” the Jacobs boy teased as he followed the other to the bathroom. He could of gone for another anyone else but he wanted Bryson. He wanted the nerdy best man and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Not unless he physically pushed him away. He had some decency in him. He leaned against the bathroom wall. “I’m here just to make sure that you’re okay and don’t collapse in the bathroom with how you were moving, I was getting a little bit worried.” He imitated a drunk person walk, leaning from side to side as he took a step after step. “You looked a bit like that and I’d feel very responsible if something happened to that pretty face of yours.”

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reattachmcnts:

Bryson ducked his head, forcing an amused chuckle at the flurry of nicknames. God, was he so hopeless these days that a simple teasing had to be analyzed before he could react? Did his ex-wife do the same? That thought spurred him to echo Sterling and motion for another beer for himself. “Oh, a couple years ago she donated a lot to the arts center in the district I teach in. I was part of the ribbon cutting committee,” he explained. It was sheer fate that their paths had crossed; a high school history teacher didn’t have much to do with the city’s wealthiest otherwise. “Plus she got her picture in the paper for that, which I assume she really liked.” He was able to smile at that; she was consistent.

“It’s been a few years now. She was there when some things went south for me. Still is. So yeah… I’ll miss having her around to ‘bother’ me.” He fell quiet, another wave of sadness catching up with him. Arielle was his best friend but he wasn’t one to demand time from others, and Bryson couldn’t fool himself into thinking things would be the same once she got back from her honeymoon. She had a big milestone to deal with, deserved to celebrate and embrace it. Meanwhile, he was still wallowing in something that had been finalized weeks ago. He wasn’t old enough to have a mid-life crisis but this sure felt like one.

He swiveled in his chair to face Sterling, fresh bottle in his hand. The time to stop dwelling had long passed and Bryson needed to accept that. “What about you? I’ve seen you in papers but that can’t all be true,” he mused. On a second look at the man, however, it wouldn’t have surprised him too much. The Jacobs were an attractive family, and that in conjunction with money made them near invincible in Bryson’s eyes. “I’ve been here all night and you haven’t made a scandal—yet.”

“Of course she did.” the perfect sister was his best description for the older sister. She was always trying to lighten the reputation of their family. She was the face and of course, she would be the one at all the charities and auctions. He didn’t quite care for them unless there were some cute guys he could hook up with. He liked feeling good and he wasn’t ashamed of that.  

The Jacobs boy had a bit of a history with the tabloids. Being a wealthy family, the media had their hands in trying to get in between the lines of the family. He wasn’t the most pristine out of all of them, and his reputation is definitely less than great. Sterling didn’t care though. They were all just words to him, and what mattered was what he thought about himself, and he thought he was just fantastic. A cheshire smile grew on his face when he heard the other’s words. “I’ve tried to be a good boy,” he teased. “I’m not all that bad like the media puts me out to be.”  He twisted the alcohol glass in his hand, eyes tipping on the edge of his drink and smile still plagued on his face. 

His eyes quickly glanced over him, and then back to his face. He was cute, adorable. Not like the other people he had been with, but he definitely liked his geeky cute thing he had going for him. He leaned toward him. “Unless you want me to be,” he added lowly under his breath to his ear. He leaned back and smiled teasingly at him. “What do you say we get out of here? There isn’t much left to do anyway.” He knew he was particularly charming, and he tried to use his best smile on the other. There of course have been others that have turned him down, but the list was very long to those he had conquered. He gently knocked his knee against the other. “C’mon, we’re just having a little fun on my sister’s wedding day. She’s having fun, so we should too.”

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reattachmcnts:

Bryson had traded in his glasses for contacts and his horrific cardigans for a proper three-piece suit today. He normally wouldn’t give a second thought before improperly matching black pants with brown shoes, or pinstripe with wool, but Arielle was one of his closest friends and he was doing his best just for her special day. He’d stuck out a little during the ceremony as the lone male (and best man) on her side of the altar, but thankfully the worst was over. No one was watching him fidget now and Bryson didn’t have to listen to vows he could remember making himself barely three years ago. Bullshit vows. (Freshly divorced, Bryson felt okay being bitter as long as those thoughts were kept to himself.)

Arielle’s wedding was gorgeous. She came from money and from his vantage point she hadn’t spared any expense. And of course, the woman herself was stunning. She’d spared him the obligation of having to give a best man toast, but he’d done it anyway earlier to a small table of her close friends. He was a little buzzed but those words had all been absolute truths. Bryson was just glad she seemed to be having the night of her life. She deserved it. Whether her new husband deserved her remained to be seen, but Bryson tried to remain optimistic on that front.

He was in the back, seated at the bar while he nursed a cocktail and threw Arielle reassuring looks from time to time to make sure she knew he was having fun. He took pause at the stranger that took the seat next to him, and darted his eyes over to the man he mentioned. “Dennis? You think he’s into guys?” He turned his attention back to his new companion and then the connection clicked. “Oh, no need for an introduction. Arielle talks about you… well, not a lot, but you know how she is.” He paused, giving Sterling a tiny, grateful smile. Just because he’d separated himself from the festivities didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate someone actually reaching out. “I’m Bryson. Try not to pick up any stupid nicknames she tries to tell you I go by.”

“Think? I know,” the younger Jacobs reassured him, taking a sip of his own drink. He smirked at his next words about his perfect sister. “Yeah, I definitely know how she is. Grew up with her after all.” It’s not that he didn’t like her sister, he loved her very much, but shhe was always pushing him and nagging him about things. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate it, but it got to be so much some days, and he couldn’t handle it. He just wanted to live his lack of a structured life and live off his drinks and ride out the rest of his job. He knew that required hard work, but he was a trust fund baby, he didn’t need to put that much effort. He was chill, but he was charismatic, he knew when to work the words his way. 

“Bryson, huh?” He had heard the name in passing, but he didn’t hear much. Usually ‘I’m going out with Bryson’ or ‘Bryson said’, but it was nice finally to put a face to a name. He almost smirked, but covered it with a sip of his drink. “So no Bry? Brian? Bry-Bry?” He teased, with a cheshire grin. He went to take another sip but realizing his glass was empty, he placed it on the bar and caught the bartender to get him another. “It’s nice to know my sister has other people to bother besides her best little brother.” Start it off on a very chill note, and then it can erupt to the place that Sterling wants it to head. 

He was always good at small talk, a skill he had learned from picking up people at the bar. Always be charming and focus on something they were interested in. He didn’t know the other’s interests, so he found common ground beneath them, Arielle. “I remember when she was only dreaming about this moment. Grows up so face don’t they. How long have you two been friends again? Awhile, I think, but I’m not quite sure how you two met.”

[sterlingjacobs-blog]

Sterling Jacobs. The younger brother of Arielle Jacobs, who was about to get married. It was the event of the year. Everyone was talking about it and anyone who was anyone within the financial world was attending. Parties were no surprise for Sterling, as he had grown up in the eyes of high society. He had learned to eat with the right fork, and keep his pinky up with sipping wine. It was all apart of being a Jacobs and future CEO of a starring enterprise. They specialized in business, but they had branches of different talents everywhere. They even had a tack in the production industry in LA. If that wasn’t a sign of money, he wasn’t sure what was. He had promised his family, his sister most importantly that he wouldn’t get drunk and hook up with someone at her wedding, but it was so hard. There were so many easy culprits. 

Weddings especially were a time for loneliness of others to come forth, and it made people so vulnerable. It was a time for an easy hook up, and god, Sterling needed an easy hook up. The Jacobs son was rather open with his sexuality. He went to private school all his life, and the idea of disrupting the system with gay sex was always enough to turn the young boy on. He was always rebelious and enjoyed things that were against the rules. Something that his sister should of known by now. If someone tells him he can’t, he most certainly will. He was dressed in a nice black tux, and was already a little bit tipsy on his end. He had a drink in his hand, and was scouting out the scene for a victim to take home for the night. They were at the reception and everyone was already a little bit tipsy, so in his defense, he was just like everyone else. He took a sip of his drink when he spotted the best man in the corner. 

An easy target was the first thing that came to his mind, because as far as he knew, he was single, and his gaydar told him that he definitely might swing his way. Who knew though? He could try. He was cute anyway and if they didn’t hit it off, he’d never have to see him again. Well, none of his one night stands he ever saw again. He walked over to him, grinning and taking a seat next to him. “Mhm, lovely couple, am I right?” He replied with a gentle grin in the others direction. “Who knew that my sister could grab such a dude. A little gay, but y’know whatever floats her boat.” He took another sip of his drink. “I’m Sterling.”  ( @reattachmcnts ) 

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