Chapter
13 ? stones in the belly
Justin
felt very shy today.
Quietly,
he sat on the warm wooden floor in the living room and watched as the dwarf
played with two tiny cars.? His eyes
followed every small movement and registered every detail carefully. But
whenever the dwarf would look at him or say something, he looked quickly aside
and grew into a motionless statue.
?Oh.
My. Lord. " Sang Emmett in an enraptured whisper as he rubbed his extra
fine steel wool in little circles over the dirty pan. ?He is so adorable!"
?Yeah."
Brian typed three last words onto his keyboard and looked blankly in the
direction of the kitchen. ?Stop drooling into my fucking pot. It?s
unhygienic."
"It?s
a pan?" The cleaner pouted at the insult and turned his attention
completely to his activity with the cookware. ?Spoil sport."
Humming
car noises, Gus shoved his red toy car to the front of Justin's shoe, ramming
against it as if he were creating sound effects for an action movie, before he
let the little car make a fivefold overturn.
Justin
looked rigidly to the wall, with wide eyes and a pounding heart. He didn?t know
that such little cars existed.? He didn?t
like the noises the dwarf was making either. They were loud and like the bad
wolf. Then the red car fell down and the dwarf sat too close beside him. He
really would have preferred to have his toast now and also his?
??book."
Brian
looked up from his desk. ?Here." With his pen he tapped on the old book
that lay next to his documents.
Justin
didn?t react. Instead he started to bob up and down nervously and wrapped a
thin hair strand tightly around his finger as Gus now let the black car bang
frontally against his shoe.
Brian
closed his pen and sat straight up. ?Justin."
?Of
course. Certainly broken."
?Whooom!"
Gus let both cars run into Justin's foot now.
Justin's
eyes flickered irritated from left to right while he whimpered weakly.
?Gus!"
The
boy looked innocently at his father.
?Stop
it."
Gus
held both cars up. ?But I am a stuntman!"
?Not
on my Milan wood floor." Brian raised his voice slightly. ?Justin. Look at
me."
?Of
course. Certainly? always behind the seven mountains."
?Justin."
?Yeah."
The blond turned his head and at first didn?t know where the prince exactly
was.
He
found him at a little table at the other end of the room and looked at him with
helpless blue eyes. ?Of course. Now the book is gone."
Brian
held the book up. ?Come over here."
?Yeah."
Justin looked at the wall and grew stiff. The dwarf crawled around him in
little circles and whroomed and whroomed and pushed the little cars faster and
faster.
Brian
got up without any emotion on his face and went over to where his son played.
With two hands he lifted him up and put him one foot further to the left. ?Come
on." He extended five fingers and a book towards Justin.
?Yeah."
Without looking, the boy took his book, took hold of Prian?s hand and got up
awkwardly.
The
older man led him to his desk without any comment, sat down and patted himself
on the thigh. ?Sit down."
?Yes."
Justin looked down briefly and then immediately away and up to the white
ceiling. Of course there was?
??no
free chair."
Brian
pulled him by the wrist. ?I know."
Justin's
back was bolt-upright and the rest of his body petrified instantly as he sat on
Prian?s beautiful leg. The prince smelled so good; his head started to buzz
from it.
Brian
laid an arm loosely around Justin's hip and his other hand on the mouse to open
one of his layouts on the screen. ?Do you see this?" He pointed at a blue
stroke.
?Yeah."
Justin stared up to the ceiling. The prince held him tightly although he wasn?t
sitting on the wall.
Brian
tapped him softly on the leg. ?Justin. Look over here."
?Yeah."
The boy turned his head and looked at the little television set standing on the
prince?s table. A film with a grandmother came on it. A grandmother without
hair and with black glasses. Nothing moved. Everything was...
??of
course asleep."
"The
font isn?t right." Mister Kinney indicated the problematic area of his Eye
Conic ad. ?Which color is better than blue?"
Justin
stared at the screen for a long time without showing the slightest reaction. He
then looked at the ceiling again. ?Of course orange."
Surprised,
Brian raised his eyebrows. ?Of course orange? Why?"
?Hhh."
Justin sighed while looking at a little fly that crawled over the noble ceiling
facing in the prince castle. ?Orange is the new blue." Sometimes the
prince really was a bit stupid.
Brian
blinked to this assessment two times, wrinkled his forehead while clicking
around in his design program for some time. Finally, he rubbed the right corner
of his mouth.
The
little twat was right.
Orange
looked brilliant with the color compositions of the residual outline.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat, quickly saved his work and stroked his
thumb over Justin?s sharp hip bone as if rewarding him. ?Well done."
?Yes.
Justin." Justin's eyes looked empty aside, but his body relaxed noticeably
on Brian's lap.
The
doorbell rang, but Mister Kinney saw no reason at all for giving up his more
than comfortable position. ?Emmett!"
"Jesus!"
Emmett came, theatrically swinging his hip, from the kitchen and ran urgently
in the direction of the lobby. ?Good god, I?m coming!"
After
a short flirtation with the sweet Thai deliverer on the threshold, the domestic
help took the two food bags, went back into the kitchen with it and started to
unpack everything.
It
rustled and crackled. Justin contorted his neck to see where the noises came
from.
Brian
didn?t take his eyes from the screen. ?It?s the food."
?Yes.
Of course toast and beans."
The
older one grinned briefly while using his keyboard one handed. ?No toast."
?Of
course." Justin fidgetted nervously on the prince?s thigh. ?White
beet."
?Hmm."
Brian scrolled on the lower area of the page and pushed Justin off his lap. ?Go
on and take a look."
?Go
on." Justin toddled along with small steps and his book tightly in his
arms. He really wanted to know what was in all the boxes the servant had.
Presumably many yellow...
??butterflies."
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Brown
sauce was on the white beet and Justin cleaned every single one extremely
conscientiously with his tongue before actually taking it into his mouth and
chewing.
The
servant had given him sticks to eat with, but Justin used his fingers to fish
the soy sprouts out of the greasy carton because one never could eat with wood
sticks.
Emmett
dropped a deep fried shrimp off of his chopsticks as he watched two shiny fingers
disappear in the boy?s mouth, welcomed by a diligent pink tongue.
Brian,
however, didn?t even look up while scraping the last rice grains from his
carton. ?Eat the meat, Justin."
"Yes."
Justin had found white beet number 21 under a large piece of a flabby mushroom,
sniffed at it, licked it clean and then ate it up with pleasure. ?Of course
Saturday. Tuna and cheese."
Brian
wiped his mouth. ?Eat your chicken. You hate tuna."
He did? Justin peered for a moment at his wonderful box meal, pressed one
finger carefully on a piece of fried chicken and finally put it into his mouth.
His gaze skeptically turned towards the prince.
Brian
got up to dispose his empty food cartons and while he passed by, stroked over
Justin's head. ?Good boy."
"Yeah."
The blond chewed proudly and leaned into Prian?s strong hand. ?Justin."
?I
want to eat with my fingers too!" Gus had watched Justin?s greasy fingers
with pure jealousy and buried his own hand deep in a portion of fried noodles.
?Good."
His father took the two coloured plastic chopsticks away and went to the
rubbish can.
?No!"
Gus immediately started to cry out in panic. ?Don?t throw them into the trash,
daddy! These are my chopsticks!"
Stressed,
Brian looked back at his son. ?You know I hate it if unused things lie around
here.?
?But
I need them!" The boy declared quickly and took his hand out of the food.
?You
just said you wanted to eat with your fingers!"
?No!"
Gus vehemently shook his head.
?Hff."
With an annoyed look, Brian dropped the trash bin lid, took a wet cloth out of
the sink, went to clean his sons? fingers and gave the chopsticks back. ?Would
you kindly make up your mind a bit earlier next time? I don?t have time for
this nonsense."
"Okay."
Gus nodded guilty.
Emmett
grinned around a mouth full of fried duck. Who would have thought? Mister
Kinney?s education methods were perhaps a little unconventional but nonetheless
very effective.
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Brian
always represented the opinion that democracy was generally overvalued and
decided on supporting the reintroduction of monarchy in the State of
Pennsylvania with full force from now on, as he found himself on some dirt road
which he?d never seen in his life before. A good 50 meters behind his property.
?Didn?t
we already walk far enough?! Let?s go back." Disgusted, he lifted a black
leather shoe from the ground. The dirt around here was absolutely unbelievable.
?No-o."
Gus twittered and ran from the left to the right side because he had seen a
really great stone next to the faded dandelion.
?Pff?"
Mister Kinney puffed his cheeks out, looked at the clock on his cell phone and
then his gaze fell over to the blond boy who padded in turtle speed next to
him, with a tight hold on his hand and blinking up into the sun with a crinkled
nose.
?Are
you having fun?"
?Yeah."
Justin looked a little more to the left, where a big cloud looked like the
pumpkin coach which Cinderella used to drive to the ball at the beautiful
castle. ?Holding hands with Prian."
Now
Brian crinkled his nose too and turned his gaze uninterested to the other side.
But five long fingers nevertheless drew themselves a trace firmer around
Justin's hand. ?Hmm. I? meant the damn
walk."
?Yes.
Fun with Prian."
"Ah.
You think so, yes?" Brian pointed to his dusty shoes in proof. ?Do you see
this?"
The
boy looked down. ?Yes."
?These
are original Forzieri calfskin shoes from Italy. Hand manufactured! Have you
any idea how much something like that costs?"
?Yes."
Justin looked up again. ?Of course twelve dollars."
Mister
Kinney stopped and looked at the boy. ?Twelve?"
?Yes.
Certainly twelve dollars at Wal-Mart. Shoes in supply for Justin Taylor."
Brian
wrinkled his forehead and looked at Justin's old shoes. ?Your shoes are from
Wal-Mart? Who bought those for you?"
"Yes."
Justin looked aside and wrapped a hair strand around his finger.
?Do
you have other shoes too?"
?Yes."
Justin started to rock softly. Of course there were his?
??slippers
under the bed."
?Hmm."
Brian rubbed his neck and went on after he had again a secure hold around
Justin's fingers. ?You need more than one pair of shoes. Do you have
money?"
?Yes."
Justin rubbed his ear and smiled as he thought of his Christmas-pudding money
treasure. It was so shiny and lay?
??of
course in the drawers."
?Your
money is in the drawers? In your room?"
"Yes.
All fourteen."
?Fourteen?
Fourteen what?! Hundred, thousand?"
?Yes.
Of course fourteen pennies."
Brian's
eyebrows shot up. ?Fourteen pennies? This is all your money?"
?Yes.
Money treasure in the pudding. Always on Christmas." Justin's cheeks shone
rosily at this thought. Christmas always was so beautiful and of course one
would have?
??fried
bird without feathers."
"Th."
Brian was speechless for a moment. The damned boy had nothing but fourteen
fucking pennies from his damn Christmas pudding and actually believed this were
a good thing?! That was really ridiculous and made his anger level dramatically
rise when he looked at Justin?s ancient, cheap shoes and wondered who the hell
was responsible for dressing the boy. Apparently nobody.
They
walked some time in silence before Brian squeezed the smaller hand slightly in
his fingers. ?Would you like to have other shoes?"
Would he? Justin looked up in the clouds. Of course his other shoes stood...
??under
the bed."
"Hmm.
Which shoes do you like?"
A
broad smile moved over the boy?s pale face in the fraction of seconds. He liked
the?
??
seven league boots!" He laughed at the prince happily. ?So fast!"
Brian
looked down at Justin and smiled himself for a brief moment. ?Yeah? Where do
you buy those?"
The
smile disappeared and was replaced by pure confusion. Hmm. Justin didn?t know
where one could buy seven league boots. They simply were painted in his...
??book."
?Hh."
Brian stroked his thumb over Justin?s knuckles. ?Emmett is looking after it,
remember?"
?Yeah."
The boy smiled. The servant was funny.
Gus
came running and held his hands out proudly. ?I already have eight and I?m
going to find much more!"
Brian
blinked skeptically at the stone and earth clod collection in Sonny Boys hands.
?Weren?t there stones without mud?"
Gus
shook his head. ?No."
?Wonderful."
Sighed Brian and accepted the findings reluctantly.
Gus
immediately ran away again. ?I go and look for more!"
?Only
five more minutes.? Brian called after the child. "Your mother comes
then!"
"No."
?Hm?"
The older man frowned at Justin.
?Certainly
she won?t come."
?Who?"
Justin
scratched his cheek before looking aside again. ?Yes. Of course mommy can?t
come."
Brian
raised his eyebrows. ?Why won?t she?"
?Yeah."
Justin made six small, clumsy steps before he gave an unemotional answer. ?Of
course she doesn?t come. Justin certainly isn?t alright."
"Your
mother? When was the last time you saw her??
?Yes.
The eighth?February eighth."
?In
February?" Mister Kinney?s anger level rose another two points as he
calculated the difference from February to September.
?Yes.
Of course the eighth?February eighth...nineteen hundred?ninety two."
Brian
grimaced as a flush of unwelcome emotions rushed through his abdomen and
stopped in the pit of his stomach. It was a heavy feeling.??
He
looked up to the sky and squinted his eyes before exhaling deeply. But this
stupid feeling wouldn?t go away.
He
didn?t know what to say, so he let go of Justin's hand and without looking,
stroked his hand through soft blond hair before putting his arm around thin
shoulders. ?We should go back. Emmett probably phoned his little hustler friend
in Honkong again on my fucking account."
"Yes.
Of course back to the castle." Justin's hand wandered nervously between
his legs. ?Certainly to the toilet.?
?You
have to go?"
?Yes.
Pissing into the toilet."
Brian
looked at Justin, smiled in slight pride and drew his arm more tightly around
the boy. ?Damn right pissing!"
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Gus
ran into the farthest corner of the living room as he heard his mother ringing
the doorbell.
?Hello
my little lamb. Did you have fun with daddy?" Lindsay discovered her child
behind one of Brian's designer stand lights.
?I
won?t go home!" The child immediately explained and held on to the lamp
with both hands for support.
?Lindsay drew closer and smiled friendly. ?But
pumpkin, it?s late and we have to stop at the supermarket."
"No!"
Gus clang a little more tightly to the lamp and shook his head. ?I haven?t
painted the stones yet!"
?Gus."
Brian interfered. ?Go and fetch your jacket. You can paint the stones next
time.?
Gus
stomped his foot and thick tears of despair collected in his dark eyes. ?But
Justin won?t be here then!"
?Who?s
Justin, darling?" Lindsay got hold of her son?s hand and dragged him out
from behind the lamp. ?A friend of Izzy?"
Gus
cried bitterly as his mother helped him with his jacket. ?No! Izzy only likes
other guinea pigs! Not people!"
"Well
if you say so, pudding pie." Lindsay smiled in understanding while Brian
rolled his eyes. ?Say goodbye to daddy, okay?"
With
one arm in front of his face and deep sobbing the boy replied half hartedly.
"Bye, daddy."? His mother then
took him away.
?Bye,
Sonny Boy." Brian waved only briefly, before he let the door fall shut and
leaned with a deep sigh against it.
It
was always nice if he had Gus for a couple of hours, but once in a while it was
almost nicer when Lindsay picked him up again and nothing but perfect silence
was to be heard all over beautiful Brighton.
An
unpleasant clattering noise came loudly from the upper floor and Brian closed
his eyes and rubbed his neck. Seems as if he?d overlooked the other boy in this
whole peace and quiet thing. The one pissing in his private bathroom.
?Justin.?
Brian trudged up the stairs, obviously exhausted by the unforeseen activities
of the last hours, and didn?t bother to knock at the bathroom door. "What
the fuck is taking you so long. I thought you only had to pi- Fuck!" Shocked,
he tore open the door at the sight of his London imported, $61, Taylor of Old
Street aftershave lotion shattered in thousands of well smelling fragments on
the luxurious marble floor.
"Of
course." Justin stood a little beside, pants around his ankles and an
innocent look turned to the wall, while he was rocking softly back and forth.
?All broken."
Brian
blinked twice before he gesticulated in outrage at the mess on his floor. ?Damn
right it?s fucking broken! My things are none of your fucking business! I
thought you had to piss!"
?Yeah."
The boy wrapped a hair strand around his finger nervously. ?Into the toilet.
Prian says."
?Shit!"
On his tip toes Mister Kinney stilted through the shards and shoved Justin
further in the back. ?This crap costs a fucking fortune!"
?Yes.
Smells like Prian."
A
little helpless, Brian grabbed a towel, knelt down and shoved the wet shards
aside. Pfft. Smells like Prian. Damned brat.
On
all fours he wiped over his sandalwood floor and peeked up briefly to where
Justin played with his bare penis nervously. ?Could you please pull your
fucking pants up again if you?re finished?!"
?Yeah."
Justin bent down a little clumsily. ?Certainly not catch a cold."
Brian
dropped his head and threw the towel away. ?Yeah. Exactly.? He got up and wiped
his hands on his Levis while Justin was trying to close his trouser buttons.
?So. Do you want to go back now? It?s almost six."
"No."
The tip of Justin's shiny wet tongue appeared in deep concentration. It wasn?t
easy to slide the second button into the provided opening.
Brian
took his hands out and worked the last two buttons of Justin's fly personally.
?Why not? Dinner?s at six, isn?t it?"
?Yes.
White beet." Justin rocked again and looked up to the ceiling. He liked
Prian?s hands. They were strong and big and felt good. ?Prian has
box?boxes."
Brian
watched his own fingers with a certain fascination as they stayed much longer
than necessary at the boy?s pants before clearing his throat irritated as he
took them away and rubbed his neck instead. ?It?s called kong-pow
chicken."
"Yes.?
Justin curled his left hand in blond hair while sliding the right one between
his legs where the beautiful prince?s hand had been just a moment earlier.
?Good boy.? Justin."
Brian
smiled slightly, although he really didn?t know why, when a hot ache shot
through his abdomen. ?Yes. Come on now." He turned around and switched off
the light.
Justin
followed with small steps. He wiggled his toes in his shoes and pouted because
he couldn?t feel the beautiful soft fur carpet in front of Prian?s bed through
the thick shoe soles. He really didn?t like his shoes.
The
older man walked down the corridor, to the stairs and looked around twice
whether the boy still was behind him or not. ?You have twenty minutes. What do
you want to do?"
?Yeah."
Justin plodded awkwardly on the steps while his fascinated look was attached to
the large naked guy painting. ?Certainly watch TV."
?Watch
TV." Wow. Brian was positively surprised. No messy handicrafts, no
pointless walking around. Only watching the damn television. This was one of
his easiest exercises.
?Yes.
Of course. In the community room."
"Yeah,
well," Brian went into the living room, snatched the remote control and
flopped down on the sofa. ?My community room isn?t G-rated, Rapunzel.
The television is here."
?Yeah."
The blond stopped and stared at the screen mesmerized when the prince flipped
through the channels.
Brian
patted the cushion beside him. ?Come here, Justin."
Without
taking his gaze from the screen, Justin toddled closer to the couch, crawled
laborious on it and knelt beside Prian. With straight back and big, attentive
eyes.
Brian
switched from football, to a kids show, to a program for deaf people and
finally stopped on a documentary about Hollywood celebrities. ?Do you see
this?" He pointed with his finger. ?This blond bitch over there is stupid
like an empty breadbasket but the heteros love her."
Justin
tipped his head aside. There was a small?
??dog
in the bag." He laughed. He wanted a dog in a bag too!
Brown
eyes lost their focus on the television, to become a silent witness of a broad
sunshine smile. ?Yes. Disgusting. I?m not sure who licks whom in this
relationship."
"Yeah."
Justin moved with his butt from the left on the right heel and rubbed his ear
as on cue a tiny dog licked the powdered face of his blond haired owner.
Justin?s
own tongue peeked briefly out to lick over raspberry colored lips.
Brian
was incapable of looking back to the screen. Or closing his mouth.
Justin
laughed again and looked at the prince excited. ?He can lick!"
Brian
cleared his throat and tried to look as uninterested as possible away. ?Wow.
Imagine that."
"Like
Prian." The boy touched Prian?s mouth a little clumsily with two fingers.
Brian
looked steadily at the television, but opened his lips and bit briefly in
Justin's fingertips.
Justin
squeaked and pulled his hand back before he first looked alarmed at his fingers
and then at the prince.
?Hh."
Brian grinned at Justin's shocked expression, grabbed for the small fingers,
took them back and licked over the place where his teeth had been.
?Better?"
Justin's
fingers tickled and he fidgeted nervously. He really would have preferred to?
??lick
Prian?s mouth again.?
Four
small words which shot directly to Brian's crotch. But he remained cool and
took Justin's fingers away. ?It?s called kissing."
?Yes."
Justin looked to the ceiling. ?Very wet."
For
a moment Brian looked at the younger man silently before leaning back relaxed
into the cushions. ?Do you remember the kiss?"
?Yes."
?At
night on the street?"
Justin
scratched himself with one finger behind the ear. His belly began to tickle and
his face became really warm. ?Yes. Prian?s tongue."
A
small evil sparkle flashed through Brian?s eyes. ?You want to kiss me
again?"
It
took a while till the boy answered, but as he did, it was very clear.
?Yes."
Brian
had his foot placed firmly on the floor, the other leg outstretched alongside
the whole sofa length and his arms loose on the couch?s arm and back.? ?Then come over here and do it."
?Yes.
Kiss Prian." Justin didn?t change his position.
?Justin."
Brian too.
?Yeah."
The blond turned his head slowly and looked at the prince. With rosy cheeks and
long eyelashes over innocent eyes.
Brian
didn?t know why, but he could?ve sworn his heart suddenly pounded a little
faster than usual. Perhaps this was the reason why the next words came out a
trace gentler. ?Come here to me."
Justin
didn?t give any answer but moved closer, on his knees on one ridiculously
expensive couch cushion. Closer and closer until he knelt precisely between the
wide opened legs of the prince. ?Yeah." His gaze uneasily turned upwards.
Brian
brought a hand to Justin?s cheek and whispered because he knew that he had the
full attention of the boy. ?You want to kiss me?"
Justin
said nothing. But he nodded and nestled in Prian?s large hand. He would?ve
preferred to kiss the prince right now.
Brian's
long fingers slipped back on Justin's neck, caressed the warm skin there
briefly. "Come closer." He directed the boy firmly but gently
forward.
Justin
grew stiff at first but Brian let his thumb stroke over the velvety lips and
finally pressed it carefully between them to elicit what was hidden behind.
Justin
whimpered quietly and pushed with his tongue against Prian?s thumb. It tasted
slightly salty and he began to lick it.
Brian
slid his thumb more deeply and then drew it back almost completely. The tongue
followed him and with a last helping push in the neck it found it?s way without
resistance over onto his waiting lips.
Justin
squeezed his eyes shut tightly and breathed heavily through his nose. His hands
cramped and his whole belly boiled with heat.
The
prince tasted so good and smelled of Prian and almonds.
Justin
couldn?t do anything against it, this little wailing in his throat had to come
out. Followed closely by a noise that sounded like the whimpering of a very
hungry puppy.
Brian
drew back a little, stroked calmingly over the back of Justin?s head and looked
at the pale face with a searching gaze.
Tightly
shut eyes, rosy cheeks, blond hair, and swollen damp lips..
Brian
smiled, traced over a high cheek bone with his thumb and then licked Justin?s
lips with a soft tongue. Once, twice and by the third time dived softly between
them.
Justin
mewled and Brian growled overwhelmed as the boy began to suckle his tongue like
a newborn child.
With
firm arms, Brian dragged Justin against his chest, held him tight and heard
himself moan with pleasure. Again and again. Completely taken by the sweet
taste that was pure Justin.
Justin
couldn?t breathe and couldn?t think. Prian held him tighter and tighter but not
close enough.
He
whimpered and tried to crawl closer and more deeply into this warm mouth. He
licked with his tongue over Prian?s lips, smooth white teeth and every
millimetre he found behind. He never wanted to stop. The prince tasted better
than white beet and Christmas pudding. He tasted better than every almond could
ever smell.
He
felt a hand on his butt and was frightened for a second, before he sucked
harder on Prian?s tongue and pressed his pelvis forward with a whimper.
?Ahh??
Brian moaned loudly as the boy began to rub his hardness against him. He
kneaded Justin's perfect ass, followed by an adventurous middle finger. A
promising crack under the material of thin trousers intensified his expertly
tongue work.
?before
his blurred mind realised that he couldn?t take the little one up to his
'community room'.
?Justin!"
A little more abruptly than both would?ve expected, he broke the kiss and
breathed hot breath into Justin's face. A face with glowing cheeks, swollen wet
lips and blue eyes that looked at him longingly and almost desperately.
?We
can?t-" He looked at the boy, pushed the blond head quickly down to his
chest and kissed his soft hair. ?It?s time for you to go now."
Justin
blinked and pushed his nose tightly into Prian?s shirt. He really wanted to?
??stay
with Prian."
Brian
closed his eyes briefly and rubbed his hand over Justin's back. ?But you have
to eat your cheese and go to bed."
?Yes."
Justin kept absolutely still. He liked Prian?s fingers on his back and listened
to a fast heartbeat. ?Of course toast."
?Cheese.?
Brian whispered.
?Sleep
with Prian."
Mister
Kinney wasn?t sure whether he should laugh or cry out of frustration, as his
pants grew still a bit tighter at this suggestion. ?No. You have to go to your
room.?
He did? Justin thought this over and grew sad because the prince was certainly
right. Justin had to stay in the tower until Christmas. But he hated to wait.
He
sniffed noisily and rubbed his face against Prian?s chest.
The
heavy stone in Brian's stomach appeared again but he tried to ignore it and
patted the boy?s butt. ?Hey, did you just blow your nose into my $120 Armani
shirt?"
Big
blue eyes looked at him innocently.
Brian
pressed a small kiss on a pale forehead. ?Come on, brat. Time to take someone
across the street."