Kiss me alright

 

 

Chapter 9 ? Amazing

 

Five minutes before the alarm went off, Brian reached over to the nightstand on the other side of the bed and clicked the timer off.? Quietly, he lifted the heavy blanket and went into the bathroom.? He still had to take care of some important things before he had to be at the office within two hours; such as drying a pair of freshly washed pyjamas and matching underwear, making a gigantic pot of black coffee (and transferring it into his blood circulation) and waking up the slumbering blonde boy in his bed and taking him to the other side of the street. Presumably, somebody would be there who would instantly report him because of bodily injury and kidnapping of an innocent barefoot lad in midnight blue pyjamas.

 

"Hff." Brian sighed, flushed the toilet and looked with tired eyes? at his image in the mirror. Shit. The boy hopefully was of age, then at least nobody could accuse him of seducing a minor if it came out that the little sleeping beauty had spent the last hours stark naked in his bed.

 

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As Justin awoke, he was horrified and drew the blanket up to the tip of his nose. It didn?t look like Harrisburg at all and it wasn?t his tower in Pittsburgh either.? Perhaps he had gotten lost?

 

?Hh!" He began to nibble at the blanket?s fabric nervously. ?Such big teeth."

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He then heard a ringing noise followed by two different voices.? Immediately, he recognized both of them. It was the beautiful prince and...

 

??Hello there neighbour!" The servant!

 

?Ha!" He laughed and climbed off the big mattress. It was cold without the blanket and his belly began to tickle so he quickly put one hand between his legs. ?Certainly onto the toilet."

 

But then, the ground below his feet was so soft and beautiful.? He was completely enraptured by it and bent down to stroke it.

 

?Like cats."

 

The voices got louder and somebody laughed briefly, before the prince shouted like an angry? giant.? It was quiet after that.

 

?Hush, hush."

 

Justin crawled on all fours over the fluffy white carpeting but then the tickling in his belly got very, very bad and he had to get up really fast. Oh, oh. He grabbed himself firm between the legs with both hands and nervously put one foot on top of the other.

 

For a while he remained in exactly this same position. Then he looked around suspiciously and took one hand away carefully. Yes, the tickling had stopped. ?Plake." But he nevertheless would?ve preferred to go to the?

 

?? toilet now."

 

With small steps he plodded a bit stiffly out of the room, along the corridor, and had to take a nervous break on the third step with his legs pressed tightly together.

 

?Plake"

?

Plake didn?t come, however, the great pictures on the wall looked really very beautiful and Justin?s eyes grew big.

 

?Ooh."

 

With an extended finger he tried to touch the painted man without trousers but his arm was too short. ?Of course no hair."

 

The last eight steps down he waddled a little crookedly because the tickling in his belly almost stopped if he walked like this. But as he touched the cold stones on the ground floor with both feet, the titillative feeling began anew.

 

He started to wail. "Plake!"? He bobbed up and down, rubbed his legs against each other and squeezed his penis tightly with his right hand.

 

Brian heard noises from the direction of the stairs, grinned in amusement and walked to his guest with a raised coffee cup in his hand. ?Good morning Sunshi-? But he lost his friendly facial expression in a fraction of seconds as he saw the panic stricken look from two blue eyes together with five delicate fingers strongly curled around a perfectly shaped pink coloured manhood.

 

Dumbfounded he stared at Justin's middle. ?Is this your evil plan to drive me into insanity?"

 

Justin looked down on himself ? searching.

 

"Of course. My Penis." He pointed downwards with his fingers. "And my testicles." He looked up to Prian with innocent eyes. ?It holds sperm inside."

 

Brian blinked, raised his coffee cup blindly to his lips, drank a large gulp and let out a strong cough. ?That is?aha."

 

?Ladidaa!" Emmett came around the corner with a bucket, mop, and yellow rubber gloves.? However, at this unexpected view he stopped and a broad smile came over his face. ?Look at you, gorgeous! I had no idea Brian was hiding his own little secret treasure up there. My, my..."

 

Justin looked at the servant a little frightened and put his feet nervously on top of each other again. He really would?ve preferred to go to the?

 

??toilet now."

 

"Sure thing sweetie." Emmett let his rubber glove snap against his wrist. ?Just give me two minutes and the public peeing palace will be spick and span and lime fresh again. I?ve recently discovered a new toilet fragrant stone. $1.29 at Wal-Mart." He winked, shouldered his mop and disappeared in Mister Kinneys over expensive guest loo.

 

Justin squeezed his legs together as he looked after the servant and then turned his gaze helpless towards the prince.

 

Brian raised an eyebrow in warning. ?Don?t even think about it. This is an ancient granite floor, $750 the square meter."

 

Justin began to whimper and bounced on the balls of his feet.

 

?Of course on the toilet."

 

Brian cursed under his breath.? This was too much stress to handle this early in the morning. He put his coffee cup on the little decorated dresser and grabbed the naked boy roughly by the arm. Mumbling angry words to himself, he dragged him up the stairs to the first floor and into his private bathroom.

 

Justin stumbled behind.? Smooth cold floor, dark steps, and wood met the bottoms of his feet followed by white cat fur and cold, smooth, shiny black floor. The castle really had many floors.

 

?Certainly one hundred."

 

He looked up when Prian switched on the lights in the bathroom.

 

?Oooh"

 

The prince had the most beautiful lamps.

 

"Yeah." Brian dragged the boy in front of the toilet and opened the lid. ?Here. Sit down."

 

Justin looked down with big eyes.

 

"Ha!" He laughed in surprise. The prince had?

 

??blue well water in the toilet!"

 

He wanted to bend down and touch it, but Prian captured his hand and held it firmly with big, strong fingers.

 

Justin looked at the older man in disappointment. ?Blue water."

 

?Yeah. Fascinating. Sit down." Brian turned Justin around and pushed him into a sitting position on the toilet seat.

 

Justin looked up with innocent blue eyes. "Like in the well."

 

He then raised one butt cheek so he would be able to see the water. He wanted to know whether the frog was down there or even the?

 

??shiny gold ball?"

 

Brian wrinkled his forehead and held the boy down by the shoulders. ?Stay put Justin. You wanted to go to the toilet, right? I thought you had to go."

 

"Yes." Justin?s upper body began to rock slightly, but he otherwise remained calm. ?Onto the toilet."

 

?Hmm." Brian nodded and decided to discreetly divert his look towards the wall while he was waiting for the familiar splashing noise.

 

After two minutes, though, his fingers became a bit stiff on Justin?s shoulders and he cleared his throat. ?What?s the matter? Are you done already?"

 

He didn?t receive an answer.

 

?Justin?" He looked down at his guest questioningly. ?I thought you needed to piss?!"

 

?Yeah." Justin rocked a little more. ?Of course. Wee-wee into the toilet."

 

Mister Kinney?s fingertips cramped unpleasantly on Justin?s upper back area. What the fuck! Wee-wee? From whom had the boy received his education? Bibo from Sesame Street?! A cold shiver ran through Brian's body and he screwed up his face in pure disgust.

 

?Pissing. It?s called pissing, Justin. A man won?t ever??? He suppressed his need to dry heave. ??do that thing you just said."

 

?Of course. Wee-wee."

 

?No."? Brian looked down. ?Look at me."

 

Justin hummed quietly and rocked further, but only looked up as Brian's finger under his chin forced him to do so.

 

"You are a man."

 

?Yeah."

 

?Men piss."

 

?Yeah."

 

?Men don?t say words like 'wee-wee'. Understood??

 

?Justin's look wandered to the side, not really focussing on anything. ?Yeah."

 

Brian?s grip on Justin?s small chin became a little firmer. ?Justin. Look at me."

 

?Yes." Blue eyes found their way back and a small smile formed on red lips. ?Prian."

 

?Brian."

 

?Prian." A quiet splashing could be heard.

 

Brian raised his eyebrow and looked down. ?There you go. You?re pissing."

 

Justin retracted his neck and looked almost a little shy. ?Yes. Into the toilet."

 

Brian couldn?t help but smile a little. ?Yeah. Amazing isn?t it."

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Fifteen minutes later, Emmett had taken fresh, nice smelling absolutely dry pyjamas and matching underwear to the mansions private bedchambers.? Moments later, Justin stood completely dressed in the bathroom in front of the big mirror area and rubbed himself with a soft flannel over his face.

 

Brian pushed a substitute toothbrush from its packing and held it under his guest?s nose. ?Here. Brush your teeth."

 

?No." Justin shook his head.

 

Brian tried to remain calm and took the wash cloth away from the boys? fingers. ?Yes. I?m sure you brush your teeth every morning, right?"

 

?Yes."

 

?Very well. It is morning, so take the toothbrush and clean your teeth."

 

?No." Justin?s gaze wandered without interest to the side and he started to bob up and down softly. ?Certainly not mine."

 

Brian strained his jaw. This argument was gradually becoming really annoying. ?Sure it is. I gave it to you. Your own fucking toothbrush."

 

?No. Certainly not mine."

 

"Pff." Frustrated, the older man let his arm fall down, looked irritated in the mirror and then left the room shaking his head. ?Fucking shit in the damned morning. Fuck!"

 

Justin remained in front of the sink and rocked some more. ?Of course. Of course not mine."

 

?Oh, shut up!" Brian rummaged through his bedside table, found a waterproof pen which he usually used on the discs of his self-produced home videos and went back into the bathroom. He provocatively held the toothbrush in front of Justin's eyes and removed the cap of the pen. ?What?s your name?"

 

?Justin." The boy rocked further, but his look wandered to Prians? hands. ?Of course. Justin Taylor. One five two one nine Pittsburgh Pennsylvania USA. One five two one nine."

 

"Hm" The older man grinned triumphantly and wrote with thick letters on the handle of the toothbrush. ?Juustiin Taaayloooor." He closed the pen again and looked at his work contentedly. ?Justin Taylor."

 

?Oooh." Justin reached for the toothbrush with both hands and stroked with astonishment over the handle. The prince was right. It was his! ?Ha!" He looked at Prian and smiled broadly.

 

Brian raised his eyebrow. ?Will you brush your teeth now?"

 

?Hh!" Justin's beaming face changed into pure consternation. ?Of course! No tooth paste!"

 

?Yeah, well?? Brian grabbed for his $6.80 tooth paste, enriched with real mint from the Spanish highlands. ?That?s not a good reason for failure now, is it?" He pushed a broad amount of tooth paste on the brush head.

 

"Oooh." Justin sniffed at the white paste and poked his tongue out to test the taste.

 

?Hh. Hurry up. You certainly want to eat some breakfast."

 

?Yeah." The boy took the toothbrush into his mouth and Brian left the bathroom to put on his watch in the bedroom.

 

After two minutes of steadily brushing, he leaned into the doorframe. ?Come on, are you done??

 

Justin spoke without interrupting his brushing motions. ?Of course. Three minutes."

 

Brian sighed. "Of course." He used the time to check his condom stock on the left bedside table.

 

Exactly after three minutes the boy spat his minty foam into the basin, rinsed out his mouth, smacked his lips twice in front of the mirror and plodded out of the door and into the bedroom.

 

Bored, Brian lay on his bed. ?Are you finally finished?"

 

Justin said nothing but hurried around the bed to kneel on the soft carpet in front of the prince. Quietly he opened his mouth wide and tilted his head back a little as if it were natural.

 

Brian wrinkled his forehead and sat up with a slightly amused grin. The little one surely was an entertaining little fellow?and obviously well trained too. "What are you doing?"

 

Justin tipped his head a bit to the side and tried to speak without closing his mouth. ?All clean."

 

?All clean?" The older man risked a look in Justin?s pink oral cavity. ?Your teeth?"

 

?Yeah." The boy nodded and shifted five centimetres further towards the bed to allow a better view for Prian. ?Look."

 

Brian blinked.

"You want me to look at your teeth?"

 

He sighed deeply, but then hooked his forefinger into Justin?s lower row of teeth and drew his jaw a trace further down to be able to look at all 32 teeth (minus one removed wisdom tooth up on the left side). Further more, he saw one absolutely perfect tongue and the most beautiful throat he had ever seen.? Justin kept perfectly still and breathed warm mint fresh breath into his face.

 

Plainly spoken, the whole situation developed into a damned stimulating affair. So Brian cleared his throat with irritation and wiped his salivated finger quickly on his trousers, all the while mumbling. ?It looks ok if you ask me."

 

Justin closed his mouth and smiled brightly. Ok was a good thing.

 

?And now?" Brian briefly gripped at his crotch to adjust the tightness in his pants. Then he cleared his throat again and stood up from the bed. ?Do you want to have breakfast?"

 

"Of course." The boy got up awkwardly from the carpet and hurried to follow the prince out of the room and down the stairs. ?Breakfast on Wednesday. Oatmeal and raisins."

 

?Yeah right." Brian snorted contemptuously on the seventh step. ?Where do you think you are? Mary Poppins little bed and breakfast? You can have toast."

 

?Of course. Toast on Tuesday."

 

?You?re starting to argue again??? With long steps the older man disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.

 

Justin padded close behind on naked feet. ?Of course. Always on Tuesday. Toast and raspberry jelly."

 

Brian tried not to let himself become irritated and shoved two slices of bread into the toaster. ?Sit down."

 

Clumsily, the boy climbed onto one of the high chairs and looked up to the ceiling while winding a strand of blonde hair around his finger. ?Of course on Wednesday. Oatmeal and raisins. Always on Wednesday."

 

?Do you want cream cheese?" Brian dug through the five objects in his refrigerator.

 

Justin further talked about oatmeal.

 

Brian nevertheless got the cream cheese out and slathered it on the warm bread from the toaster. Without very much decoration, he placed both slices on a plate and put it under Justin's nose. ?Do you drink tea or coffee?"

 

Justin began to giggle and beamed at the princes with bright eyes. He liked the mad hatter. ?The tea party is funny!"

 

Brian wrinkled his forehead and turned around to pour the boy a glass of milk. One never knew how people reacted on caffeine in the early morning. ?Here. Drink." He gave Justin the glass and sat down opposite from the kid to study the financial section in the newspaper.

 

Five minutes later, he peered over the edge of the paper. Justin was looking up to the ceiling again and had neither touched the bread nor the milk.

 

Brian knocked on the bar in front of the boy. ?Hey. Justin."

 

?Yes."

 

?Look at me."

 

"Yeah." Justin looked straight ahead and tried to focus.

 

?Why don?t you eat your toast? You?re hungry, right?"

 

Was he? Justin felt his belly. Yes, he was very hungry. ?Oatmeal and raisins. Always on Wednesdays."

 

Brian closed his newspaper and sighed. ?And who the hell told you so?"

 

?Of course. Of course on the meal schedule."

 

?You have a meal plan?"

 

?Yes. Over the bed."

 

?The plan hangs over your bed?"

 

?Yes."

 

?And it says it?s oatmeal on Wednesday?"

 

"Yes. With raisins."

 

?Hh.. And you like oatmeal? It tastes good?"

 

Justin looked with uninterest to the side and played with his earlobe.

 

?Hff." Brian looked at his young guest for a moment and then got up, shaking his head in search for his cigarettes. He really didn?t know what to think of this whole thing.

 

?You know?? He couldn?t find his lighter and rummaged around in a drawer for the candle lighter. "You really shouldn?t listen so much to other people." He flung a couple of things out, which lay in the way. A broken egg slicer, a bottle-opener, a self-made butterfly noodle necklace and three wine corks. ?Or otherwise you?ll end up like Mikey."

 

Justin watched without emotion in Prians direction and quietly counted the objects which flew? from the drawer. He was at seven as he saw the most amazing treasure a prince could have in a drawer. ?Butterflies!"

Excitedly he climbed from his chair and grabbed for the necklace on the kitchen cupboard.

 

?Ha!" They were bound to a cord. The prince was so clever!

 

Brian watched the boy in amusement while he lit his cigarette and took a deep drag.

 

Justin held the necklace up and happily smiled in Prian?s direction. ?So many!"

 

?Hmm." Relaxed, Brian leaned against the kitchen counter and blew out his smoke in a long trail.? ?Come here."

 

The boy hesitated for a moment before walking closer with small steps and shyly holding the noodle chain out to the prince.

 

Brian stuck the cigarette between his lips, took the necklace and put it around Justin?s neck. He wasn?t sure whether it was the wonderful push of nicotine or the fact that his brain had to fight with great sleep deprivation, but he actually found that the little one looked somewhat nice with that silly thing. Pretty. With those slightly red cheeks, innocent blue eyes and fair hair deep in the forehead. Hmm. He smiled.

 

Justin touched the noodles carefully where they laid on his chest. They were so beautiful! Overwhelmed he looked down at himself and then up to Prian. It was real...

 

??Prince jewellery!"

 

Brian pulled on his cigarette. ?You want to keep it?"

 

Justin looked at the prince with big eyes and said nothing at all.

 

Brian blew out the smoke, took Justin's hand and led him back to his chair. ?I tell you what. Sit down, eat your toast and this thing is yours, okay?"

 

The boy climbed on his place and looked at Prian with excitement. The prince wanted?

 

??to make presents!"

 

?No present.? Mister Kinney denied anything that had to do with nobility and moved the milk glass more towards Justin's plate. ?A reward. You eat the bread and get the noodles. All right??

 

?All right, the treasure jewellery.? Justin echoed in a detailed copy of Brian's voice and sniffed at the toast that the prince held in front of his mouth. ?Of course. Oatmeal."

 

Brian rattled with the dried pasta around Justin's neck. ?First you eat the toast then you get the necklace."

 

Justin looked at him with two big blue eyes like a tormented puppy, while nibbling a tiny piece of cream cheese toast from Prians? fingers.

 

Pleased, Brian watched as the kid chewed and leaned a little to the side to take a drag of his cigarette. Then he held the bread up once more and patiently waited till his guest took a bite.

 

It took seventeen and a half minutes before the boy had finished both of the bread slices and half a glass of the milk.

 

Justin licked the milk from his lips in appreciation. He really liked prince food.

 

?Good? Use this to clean your mouth." Brian handed him a paper napkin and put the dishes into the basin.

 

Justin sniffed at the napkin and rubbed his nose on it.

 

The older man took it and wiped over the smeared face himself.

 

Justin nestled his mouth into the soft material and looked up to Prian through his long strands of hair.

 

?Prian."

 

Brian smiled to some extent. ?Brian."

 

?Prian."

 

Brian kept looking into blue eyes for a silent moment, then threw the paper cloth away. ?Come on, brat. Time to go home."?

 

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Justin had strictly refused to put on a pair of shoes or stockings because none of it belonged to him and Brian couldn?t bring himself to mark his good garments with a text marker.

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So the young blonde man left the Kinney estate shortly before nine in the morning the same way he had entered it some hours ago in the evening - in his pyjamas and with naked feet.

Although, he now carried a farfalle noodle necklace around his neck and a broad smile on his face.

 

With small steps, he plodded behind the prince and tried to walk a bit faster because Prian smelled really good. Quite entranced, he nuzzled himself into a strong arm and sniffed.

 

"No, tell him to wait. I?ll be there at ten o?clock. Yes." Brian felt a little stressed out. With one hand he held his cell phone, put his keys away with the other and then took Justin tightly by his small fingers on his way out of the gateway. ?No, just look for the file.? I?ll call him back. Yes. No make it eight in bright blue."

 

It was cold outside, the street was wet from the rain and he automatically looked down to Justin's naked feet. Shit. Certainly the boy would have pneumonia by tomorrow. ?Yes. Just try to entertain him somehow. Bye." He cut off the connection, slid the phone into his jacket and curled his fingers around Justin's hand a bit more tightly as they reached the road. ?Stop here."

 

?Yeah.? Justin stopped and looked with disinterest up to the sky, while winding a strand of hair around his finger.

 

"Justin." Brian squeezed the boy?s hand more strongly to obtain attention. ?Look forwards if you want to cross the street."

 

?Yeah." Justin looked straight ahead.

 

?And to the right.? Brian pointed.? ?And to the left. You have to see whether a car comes or not."

 

?Yeah."

 

?Ok. Do you see a car?"

 

?Yeah."

 

Brian wrinkled his forehead and looked around the completely empty street. ?Where?"

 

Justin looked around too and then helplessly up to Prian.

 

?Hff." The older man sighed and briefly rubbed his thumb over Justin?s knuckles. ?Well okay, just forget the cars. You?ll only cross the street if somebody clearly says you can go. All right?"

 

?All right.? The boy echoed and made a step forward on the black asphalt.

 

?Hey!" Brian roughly tore back Justin's hand and raised his voice. ?What?ve I just said?"

 

Justin looked alarmed at Prian?s face. The prince was...

 

??angry!?

 

?Damn right I?m fucking angry! I just told you that you don?t cross the street until someone gives you permission to do so!"

 

?Yeah." Justin tugged his neck in and started to rock back and forth nervously. The prince was very angry with him.

 

?You will only cross the street if someone said you could."

 

"Yeah."

 

?Yes?"

 

?Yeah. Prian says."

 

?Hh." Brian took a brief look from left to right and squeezed the small hand in his fingers. ?Well, come on then. We?ll go now."

 

Tense, Justin looked up to Prian then to the street and again to Prian before he padded with small steps after the prince.? He clawed himself with five fingers tightly into his bigger hand. ?Of course. Prian says."

 

?Only then. Never before.? The older man confirmed sternly and led the boy straight to the other side of the street and onto the high entrance of the St. James institution.

 

The heavy door wasn?t shut and the stairway behind it was quiet and empty. Justin's feet made splashing noises on the cold stone steps and Brian tried to ignore the bad feeling in his stomach.

 

It smelled disgusting here.? Everything was dreary and grey and he could only hope that the rooms of the occupants were designed a little nicer.

 

He looked over his shoulder to where Justin walked behind him up the stairs and forced a small smile. ?Quite a lot steps. Where is your room?"

 

Justin smiled shyly and rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. ?Of course. Always on the top."

 

?On the top?" The older man saw a building plan on the wall. ?Station 4? That?s where your room is?"

 

?Yes. With Plake now."

 

?Hmm. Who is Plake?"

 

Justin counted the steps quietly. ?Fourty-two.?

 

Brian squeezed the boys hand a little. ?Justin. Who is Plake? Your roommate?"

 

?Of course. Plake and Justin. Not in Harrisburg anymore."

 

?You come from Harrisburg?"

 

The kid looked up completely astonished. The prince knew his old tower!

 

?Hmm." Brian took the last three steps. "Cool." He led Justin through a glass door. It smelled even worse than the stairwell and he looked around with a disparaging look. This was disgusting and this is how valuable taxes got wasted.

 

He really thought of having a nice explicit chat with Mayor O?Connell, or just suing him directly. Incompetent fucker.

 

"Hello?" Male nurse Schmidt saw the two men from his station room and ran to the corridor. ?Can I?" Only on the second look he recognized that the boy in pyjamas was the patient from 411. ?Are you family? Actually our visiting time is only after 2:00 pm."

 

Brian kept Justin by the hand and was a little dumbfounded for a moment. He had expected a far less polite welcoming. Hadn?t the people here even noticed that the boy had been absent for the last 10 hours?

 

Male nurse Schmidt looked at the handsome man attentively. ?Of course we can make an exception when it comes to urgent family matters."

 

"Ah," Brian shot a quick look at Justin, saw the boy rocking back and forth with disinterest and was torn apart between the chance to emerge relatively unscathed from this situation or to sue this whole brothel because of neglect.

 

Since he had an important meeting within less than 40 minutes, though, his practical side won. ?No, nurse?? He bent a bit more forward to be able to read the nameplate. ?Schmidt Theodore. I am not related to Mister Taylor. We are?we know each other.?

 

?Mister Taylor?" The male nurse took a searching look at the blond. ?Ah. Justin. Yes, of course. Then I would suggest you say goodbye and come back at the predefined visiting times. You are welcome to take one of our information brochures with you, if you?d like to."

 

Mister Kinney gave the male nurse a sceptical look with a raised eyebrow. ?Yeah. Sure." He then walked with Justin down the long corridor. ?Th. Who the hell was this idiot? Looks like a damn book keeper with impotence to me."

 

Justin toddled one step behind the prince and absently wrapped a blond strand around his finger. ?Of course. Not Plake."

 

?Hh." Brian turned around to the boy, mid-step. ?And that troll works here? Make?s your meal and everything?"

 

?Naa. Always sleeping."

 

?He always sleeps?"

 

?Always, always."

 

Brian shook his head. Perhaps he really should pay a small personal visit to the mayor within the next days with the best advocate of Pennsylvania and a temporary restraining order for the dismissal of some incompetent municipal male nurses.

 

"Okay." He combed through his hair and looked around searching. ?Which room is yours? Do you know the room number?"

 

?Of course. No green door."

 

Brian looked from left to right and gesticulated rather wildly. ?Justin, all the doors are white. That was not a very good clue, you know?"

 

?A clue, a clue!" Justin mimicked his voice and addressed the shiny linoleum floor. ?Of course into the thinking chair!"

 

Mister Kinney wrinkled his forehead in deep scepticism as he had terrible d?j?-vu of one bad Saturday morning children's television experience with Sonny Boy and some scary guy in a green ringed sweater. ?You think this is funny, don?t you?"

 

?Yeah." The boy stopped in front of a door with the number 411 and pressed the handle. ?Of course. Funny Justin."

 

Brian stuck his head through the doorframe. ?This is your room?"

 

?Yeah." Justin walked straight toward his bed. An opened book lay on the mattress. ?Of course under the pillow."

 

The older man looked around sceptically. The room was badly equipped in sterile white. A couple of the boy?s personal things were lying around; a blue alarm clock, a silver radio, some clothes. Not really much.

 

?Have you painted this?" He pointed at a childlike frog drawing over the bed and got nearer to have a closer look. The frog looked happy.

 

Justin shoved his book under the pillow and answered without looking up. ?Yes."

 

?Hmm. You should paint more, you know? The walls are too white."

 

?Yes.? Justin looked straight ahead. ?The cupboard is white too. And the bed."

 

?I see. It?s boring." Brian let the fingers brush a grey sweat jacket which hung over a chair.

 

?Yes." Justin began to bob up and down on the mattress.

 

Brian went to the window and looked at his house. ?The view is not bad, however."

 

?Yes." Nervously the boy put his hands between his legs and bobbed some more.

 

?Yes, it?s-" Irritated with the mattress-squeaking the older man turned around. ?Justin. You need to go to the toilet again, don?t you?"

 

?Yeah." Justin pressed his legs together. ?Pissing into the toilet."

 

A broad grin moved over Brian's face. ?Pissing, ah? I?ve taught you something."

 

?Yes. Prian."

 

?Brian."

 

?Prian."

 

?Hff." Brian sighed and went a couple of steps to stand directly in front of the boy. Then he waited patiently till the boy looked up to him, all by himself. ?I am Prian?"

 

?Yes. Prian." Justin couldn?t keep visual contact for long before his eyes strayed away again.

 

Brian nodded and watched the blonde for a moment. He then smiled and brushed a stray hair with two fingers behind a perfectly curved ear. ?Hey. You look pretty?with this necklace."

 

Justin nestled his head against Brian's hand and smiled with an empty gaze to an indefinite point in the room. ?Yes. Prince jewellery."

 

?Yes. I have to go now."

 

?Yeah."

 

Brian's thumb stroked over a pale cheek. ?Justin??? Gently, he pushed a small chin up to create visual contact.

 

The boy looked up with blue, childlike eyes.

 

Brian took one finger to his lips, kissed it and carefully touched it to Justin's mouth. ?Later.?

 

Justin blinked, first a little scared then curious. He pressed his lips more tightly against the gentle finger and after two seconds touched the warm skin with the tip of his tongue.

 

Brian watched this for a moment and unconsciously licked his own lips before he took his hand away. ?Ok. See you.?? He went to the door and was already almost outside when he decided to take one last look back.

 

The boy sat softly rocking on the bed with an empty look and two fingers at his mouth.

 

?Justin?"

 

?Yeah."

 

?Who has the most amazing water?"

 

?Yeah." Justin rocked back and forth three more times before a small smile crept over his red lips. ?Of course my Prian."

 

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