Kiss me alright

 

 

Chapter 14 ? Fairy Tale Food Poisoning?

 

On Sunday there were waffles and fruit salad for breakfast. Justin only wanted the waffles because he was clever enough to not eat poisoned apples.

 

?What?s with the fruit salad?" Blake pronged a piece of orange on the fork.

 

Justin shook his head and blew the powdered sugar off waffle number three.

 

?Dr. Bruckner?ll want to know whether you ate everything or not." The male nurse tried a new tactic and held a little piece of banana in front of his patient?s mouth. ?I?m sure he would be very happy if you try the fruit salad."

 

Justin pressed his lips tightly together and remained completely motionless while looking uninterested up to the ceiling. Sometimes he simply didn?t want to listen to Plake.

 

Blake put the fork aside. ?Sometimes you?re so stubborn."

 

?Yeah." The boy moved again and bit into his waffle. ?Justin."

 

The male nurse shook his head and walked around the room to clean up a couple of things.

He hung clothes on the hook, put Justin's shoes under the shelf and arranged the boy?s toothbrush properly at the sink. Then he went over to the window and opened it wide.

 

?Wow, isn?t it nice weather today? Not one cloud at the sky."

 

?Yeah.? Justin crinkled his nose as the powdered sugar from waffle number four tickled onto his face. ?Of course. Go for a walk."

 

Blake smiled. ?You like to go for walks, don?t you?"

 

?Yes. Collect stones."

 

"Good idea." Blake was surprised. It was really rare that his patients brought in ideas of their own. ?You can even paint them afterwards."

 

?Yes." Justin licked the last bit of sugar off before he bit into his waffle. ?Certainly next time."

 

?Ok." The male nurse leaned out of the window a bit further and enjoyed the view.

 

Contentedly, Justin chewed his waffle.

 

?"Hh!" He stiffened in a matter of seconds as a strange noise was to be heard. It wasn?t a bird and not the fast car-vehicle of the prince. Probably it was?

 

??a dragon with fire."

 

Blake turned around to the boy. ?Did you just hear that?"

 

Justin stared blankly to the wall with a mouth full of waffles. Of course fire was rather hot. He was very sure that he didn?t like dragons.

 

The noise came again and Blake put a hand to his ear and pointed outside the window. ?Hear that? Those are frogs. The other station arranged a pond last year and the frogs decided to live there."

 

They did? Justin chewed slowly. He didn?t know many frogs. Only the one from the well with the...

 

??shiny gold ball."

 

Blake laughed. ?Yes, I bet that one is there too. Come over here to the window and then you?ll hear it better.?

 

A little awkwardly the boy got up from his chair and toddled to the window while keeping his gaze to the side. He was a bit nervous. Perhaps these were dragon-frogs?

 

?Come here." The male nurse laid a hand on Justin?s back and pushed him a little more forward. ?Can you hear that? They croak. Like quak-quak."

 

Justin listened attentively and then was startled briefly as the noise came again. It was no quak-quak. The frogs said?

 

?? ribbit-ribbit."

 

Blake looked at his patient dumbfounded as a perfect frog noise came out of his mouth.

 

?Wow. You can speak exactly like a frog."

 

?Yeah." Justin heard the frog again and answered him promptly. ?Ribbit."

 

Blake laughed and mussed the fair hair. He really liked Justin Taylor.

 

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Today, Brian had woken up with a rumbling dark thunder cloud over his bed and the fucking thing had since followed him unrelentlessly.

 

In the shower it had turned the daily ?Oh welcome you beautiful day!? orgasm into a really unsatisfactory experience, then, while shaving, it was to blame for the small cut on a before perfect chin. Afterwards in an attempt to kill it with a big pot of coffee, his plan had failed terribly because the stupid thing had, of course, seen this gambit coming and destroyed the Italian mocha machine with a short circuit that not only had set every electronic piece in the kitchen out of service, but moreover had given a howling Mister Kinney a heavy electric shock.

 

Now Brian had sat for about an hour in front of his high-resolution television with plaster on his chin and an ice pack on his right hand. He was watching one of those pathetic talk shows with the beautiful title: ?Help! I love Gay as Blazes! Am I gay now?!'

 

In short it was a very gruesome Sunday and Brian couldn?t imagine where the negative vibrations in his house could have originated. Well, maybe he had a slight idea but strictly refused to think of the topic 'blond brat.?

 

But hell, it was terribly frustrating! There stumbled this twink with innocent eyes onto his private botanical grounds, flinging himself openly at his neck with a suffering, ?Please feed me!' request and since then, strictly refused to leave his well organized life again!

 

Really, it was nearly impossible to take only half a step these days without tripping over the boy behind every fucking corner. And if not over Justin in flesh and blood, then surely over one of the thousand little memory breadcrumbs which the boy had planted strategically everywhere.? In the bathroom, where a Justin Taylor toothbrush stood in the cup besides his own. In the kitchen where suddenly a stock of soy bean sprouts had grown in the cupboards. At work, where everybody was absolutely enthusiastic about the new layout in hot orange tones. And even at fucking Babylon, because simply not one blond twinkie tasted as good as Justin's sweet lips.

 

Cursing unchristian things, Brian switched the TV off as Paris Hilton advertised her cheap canned champage while her ugly yapper tottered through the picture.

 

It was definitely too much and all this bullshit had to end immediately!

 

For a moment he remained sulking on the sofa, cursing the whole world from this position and then with a pout, reached for the telephone to arrange his, 'I don?t give a damn about the damned boy in the damned tower?in the damned institution!, ?Sunday afternoon. With a little help from Matt and Benny, his two baths acquaintances with a deep throat guarantee.

 

What else could be better to take your mind off of things then to spend a couple of chilling hours at the pool, with one or two wet and sticky activities?

 

 

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On Sunday there was something new for lunch that wasn?t written on the meal plan because the kitchen wanted to try something new.

 

It was lamb ragout with brown rice.? Plake had said it would taste almost like the lamb that his grandma had cooked back when he was a little boy.?? But Justin had screamed and screamed and pulled 24 hairs out of his head until Plake had taken the plate away. Justin could hear little Mary?s crying all the way up to his tower room.

 

Five minutes after the male nurse had left the room, Justin still stood sniffling with his face to the wall. And he held his place until he was sure he could only hear the funny frog noises from outside and not poor Mary?s sad sobbing.

 

?Rebbit-rebbit? The frog said from outside.

 

?Ribbit.? Justin answered him after a moment. He liked to speak frog language. There the words were much simpler and sounded rather green.

 

?Rebbit. Rebbit-rebbit?? Could be heard.

 

Justin sniffled.? He was still a little sad.? He then rubbed his moist eyes and plodded to the window to look outside.

 

?Ribbit." He wanted to know why the frog wanted to live in the pond behind the tower and not in his well with the blue water.

 

?Rebbit.? It croaked. ?Rebbit-rebbit.?

 

Justin rubbed his ear. ?Ribbit." Perhaps the frog had gotten lost?

 

Hmm. He turned around, shoved his book and his noodle necklace deeply under the pillow and with a last Ribbit-ribbit, left his room.

 

Plake stood at the end of the corridor and put the trays into the cart. He smiled friendly as he saw his young patient. ?Hey, do you want to go for a walk in the garden?"

 

?Ribbit.? Justin said and looked to the wall because today he didn?t like Plake that much.

 

?Have fun, you frog." Blake grinned nevertheless and waved after the kid.

 

?Yeah." The boy hiked through the ward door, down the stairwell and then out through a side exit directly into the garden. There he stopped and listened. He couldn?t hear the frog anymore.

 

?Of course under water."

 

With small steps he waddled over the neatly laid out stone ways, looked up at the sky, counted some clouds, stopped briefly in front of a big tree to smell the leave scent and finally arrived in the back area of the St. James gardens. Right by the small pond.

 

The water looked black and small green dots swam on it.

 

Justin didn?t like the pond, but he went closer anyway.? He got onto his knees and took a better look at the water. Carefully he put a finger in, splashed a bit and then licked at the wet skin. It wasn?t tasty and certainly?

 

??puddle water."

 

?Rebbit.?

 

A loud frog noise startled the boy and he twitched, looking quickly up to the sky while pausing motionlessly on the pond shore.

 

?Rebbit-rebbit? It came again and he ventured an anxious look

 

At first he found nothing, but then he saw the frog sitting quietly on a stone.

 

?Ha!" Justin gave an enthusiastic laugh and pointed with his finger. The frog was?

 

??so small!"

 

?Rebbit.?

 

?The animal moved its throat funny and Justin raised his eyebrows in fascination. ?Ribbit."

 

?Rebbit. Rebbit-rebbit.?

 

"Ha!" Justin laughed again. The frog was so great and nice. He wanted to stay at the pond and talk to him forever. ?Ribbit!" He said loudly to the frog and splashed his hand onto the green dot in the water.

 

The frog took a big leap and jumped over the leaf and onto the grass.

 

?Hh!" Frightened, Justin fluttered his lashes rapidly. The frog was so fast! He turned around and saw the little animal sitting two feet further away. He crawled over to him.

 

The frog made two big jumps.

 

Justin crawled a little faster.

 

The frog hopped four times and remained at the wayside. ?Rebbit.??

 

Justin followed him and stopped at the park way border too. In a seated position, he looked at the little pebbles. He knew exactly why the frog was afraid to go further. The stones always made?

 

?? funny noises."

 

He rubbed his forehead and looked up into the sky. There was another 'splash' and the frog hopped again. Once, twice, three times, always along the way. But only on the grass and never on the stones.

 

Justin laughed. The frog was so clever! He followed him and at times, pointed his finger, because he knew exactly where the frog wanted to go. Back into his blue water well at the castle! Fortunately, Justin knew the way there very well.

 

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Brian changed into a relaxing position for an even tan, while his two guests Brad and Kenny (or was it Jack and Danny?) had a small swimming break. Well built and appetizing they came out of the pool, dripping, to keep their patronizing host a little company on the lawn.

 

Yes, these were the privileges one had as a filthy rich mansion owner with an attached luxury pool area in an exceptionally hot Sunday afternoon in September.

 

?Mmh... your pool is great." Brad/Jack/Matt purred and crawled with glittering water droplets on his sun-tanned Adonis body between Brian's legs on the deck chair.

 

"And your house?? Benny/Kenny/Danny, also deeply impressed, applied himself on Mister Kinney?s left nipple.? ??man, it?s a fucking castle."

 

Brian's head shot up in irritation. ?It?s not a fucking castle!"

 

The man with the tongue at Brian?s chest blinked dumbfounded twice. ?Okay."

 

?Hmm.? The host grumbled and lay back down, getting comfortable and enjoying the current blowjob. Come what fucking may!

 

 

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The frog stopped at the curb stone and Justin bobbed up and down nervously. He?d hoped the frog would be allowed to walk alone across the street.

 

?Rebbit.? The animal said.

 

?Yes." Justin curled blond hair around his finger and looked after a passing car.

 

The street was quiet for a while and then a blue car came and simply stopped.

 

Justin looked at it and it flashed with its bright lights. Twice.

 

Justin tipped his head to the side.

 

?Rebbit.? The frog said.

 

The old Misses Joffrin wound down her window and, smiling friendly, called outside. ?You can cross the street now, young lad. I?ll wait here."

 

He could? Justin knew exactly who the man in the car was. The grandmother.

 

?Go on now, darling.? The old lady demanded and waved her hand.

 

"Yeah." Justin made a careful step onto the asphalt and the frog followed with a big hop.

 

?Rebbit.?

 

 

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?Ahhm.? Brian burrowed his hand deeply into Matt?s hair and arched his back. The deep throat guarantee had definitely not expired yet.

 

Only Benny interrupted his professional work on a stiff nipple to look up when he saw in the left corner of his eye, something jumping by. Hmm. It looked like a rather fat toad?followed by some fucking hot twink on all fours.

 

?Hey Matt.? He tipped his brother?s shoulder.

 

"Hh?" Matt took his mouth out of Mister Kinney?s lap and looked up a little dazed.

 

"Hey! Who told you to stop?!" Brian lifted his sunglasses to throw an evil glare at the trick before he saw it.

 

?Fuck!"? He snatched the black designer piece then completely off his eyes as soon as he saw the blond boy, with his butt high in the air, crawling through his freshly cut grass landscape. Croaking like a damned frog.

 

?He?s absolutely adorable.? Matt grinned broadly and licked his lips in great expectation.

 

?He is damn hot.? Benny purred with his best predator expression.

 

?He is not on the fucking menu!" Corrected Brian furiously and shoved the trick between his legs roughly aside and got up to tuck his currently very impressive manhood back into an unpleasantly tight Speedo.

 

Damn brat. Rubbing his hand between his legs, he stalked over the meadow and stopped with folded arms in front of his guest. ?Well if it isn?t the ubiquitous Justin Taylor."

 

The boy took his nose from the blades of grass and gazed up to him with a worried look.

 

?Not in the well."

 

?Don?t say!? Brian smiled more than artificial and bent a little more down to shout the next words loudly in Justin?s face. ?What the hell are you doing here again?!"

 

?Yes." Justin blinked up through long eyelashes and pointed at his slippery companion. ?Certainly the frog."

 

Eww. Mister Kinney wrinkled his nose and with irritation, moved one step back. Great. Now he had varmints in his damn garden.

 

?Ribbit.? The boy explained in due seriousness.

 

?Hmm." Brian quickly went to grab Justin?s wrist to pull him a few steps aside. As far as he knew these things secreted hallucinogenic substances and would further distort little sunshine?s brain convolutions.

 

?Of course into the blue water.? Said Justin wrongly emphasizing and struggled against the prince?s solid grip because the frog hopped in the direction of the pear tree.

 

"Certainly not. The damned pool is just freshly cleaned."

 

?Of course." The boy stumbled clumsily after the prince. ?Certainly he has to go into the well."

 

?Hello." Matt established his best macho grin as his host came with the fair haired twink in the direction of the deck chairs. ?I am Matt."

 

?Yes." Justin held on to Prian?s hand tightly and looked nervously up to the sky. Of course the man had...

 

??no pants on."

 

Brian stroked his thumb over Justin?s knuckles and threw one scattered shirt in the trick?s direction. ?Grab your stuff and your brother. The party is over."

 

?Asshole.? Matt mumbled angrily but did as he was ordered.

 

"Motherfucker.? Benny said goodbye too and raised his middle finger half way to the garden gate.

 

"Yes." Justin rocked a little and pulled at the long strand behind his ear. ?Asshole."

 

Brian squeezed the small hand. "Forget them." He then pointed to the empty deck chair. ?Sit down and stay there until I come back."

 

"Yeah." Justin didn?t know how one should sit on such a funny chair and was still engaged in crawling on it awkwardly as the prince disappeared behind the mirrored terrace doors.

 

When Brian came back in jeans and a t-shirt fifteen minutes later, the deck chair was empty and the one who was actually told to wait there, knelt a couple of steps away at the edge of the swimming pool.

 

Brian sighed and went over. ?Where did I just tell you to wait for me?"

 

?Yes." Justin leaned closer over the blue shining pool water. ?Of course the frog has to go into the water."

 

?Not into my pool."

 

?Yes. Certainly a well."

 

"Trust me." Brian turned around and flopped down onto his deck chair. ?It is a fucking pool." He lit a cigarette.

 

?Yes. Fucking well." Justin had looked into the well for a very long time now but the frog could not be seen. He was probably still under the?

 

?...tree. Certainly a pear."

 

He got up clumsily and toddled away.

 

Brian let him. Inhaling deeply, he watched the boy a couple of minutes as he wandered through the garden, all the while saying things like 'shiny gold ball', 'yoghurt with fruits' and 'Ribbit-ribbit'.

 

After the last drag he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on the little side table next to the deck chair. ?Justin?"

 

The boy squatted on the ground and looked interested at something between the blades of grass.

 

??Justin, come here."

 

?Yes. Prian." Justin got up and plodded with small steps in the direction of the prince.

 

Brian got up. ?Do you have everything? I?m taking you back now."

 

?No." The blond turned around and walked away.

 

?Justin." Brian followed. ?You have to go home now."

 

?No." Justin walked straight ahead until he pushed the tips of his shoes at the bordering wall of the property. Then he stopped and twisted a long hair strand around his middle finger.

 

"Justin."

 

?Two?twenty." There were no clouds in the sky but Justin wanted to count anyway.

 

?You?re ignoring me again?"

 

?Yes. Justin."

 

Sighing, Brian drove a hand through his hair. ?One fucking hour. Then you?ll go."

 

The boy rocked softly back and forth and looked blankly up to the sky.

 

?Justin! Did you hear what I just said?"

 

?Yes. One?one fucking hour." It was again in a wrong emphasis but Justin nodded while he was saying it.

 

"Hmm." The older man grumbled contentedly and went back to his deck chair.

 

Justin followed him after eight minutes. With awkward steps and his gaze turned upwards.

 

Brian lit a new cigarette. ?Come here."

 

?Yes." Justin stopped in front of the lounger. The smoke from Prian?s fire stick flew up to the sky. ?Ha!" He laughed. ?New clouds!"

 

Brian inhaled and breathed out long before he moved aside and patted next to him on the bolster. ?Sit down.?

 

?Yes." Justin looked after the little prince clouds. ?Of course. No chair."

 

Brian dragged calmly on his cigarette. ?It?s a deck chair. You can lie on it."

 

He could? Justin wasn?t sure because it was ?

 

??of course no bed.?

 

Brian grinned and tapped beside himself again. ?Try it."

 

?Yeah." Justin lifted his feet far too high and almost needed a whole minute to find a way to climb over the prince?s legs. But then he actually laid on the deck chair. Near Prian, even if he didn?t dare to breathe or blink.

 

Brian put his arm around the boy?s shoulders and drew him closer. ?Comfortable?"

 

Justin remained stiff like a window dummy. ?Yeah."

 

Brian laughed, stroked Justin?s neck and pushed the blond head down to his chest. ?Better?"

 

"Yes." The boy blinked, put a hand on Prians t-shirt and listened devoutly to his belly. ?It bubbles."

 

?Hmm." Brian turned his head a little while he was pulling on his cigarette. ?I haven?t eaten anything today."

 

?Yes." Justin pushed his nose deeply into Prian?s shirt. It was so soft and smelled of beautiful prince.

 

Long fingers found their way into blond hair. ?What did you have for lunch today?"

 

For a while Justin said nothing at all. His face rubbed into the nice smelling material and then he remained quiet because it was nice the way Prian?s belly rose and fell with every breath. But then the answer came. Not very loud but clear. ?Of course lamb.?

 

Brian?s fingers stroked their way behind Justin's ear. ?You had lamb for lunch?"

 

"Yes." The boy buried his face again into Prian?s t-shirt to say a wrongly emphatic, Mary's little lamb.?

 

Mister Kinney wrinkled his forehead and exhaled the smoke. ?Who?s Mary?"

 

?Always cries."

 

?Hmm. Then you didn?t eat the lamb?"

 

Justin didn?t give an answer but discovered Prian?s navel under the shirt. Testing, he stuck his finger inside.

 

Brian reached over the boy?s body to stub out the cigarette in the ashtray and then clapped on Justin?s upper arm. ?Get up. We?re going in."

 

?Yes." Justin sniffed on the warm skin right over Prian?s navel. ?Of course television. Certainly in the community room.?

 

?Food. In the kitchen."

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Justin had washed his hands with a lot of foam soap for a long time. After that he had stroked the carpet in the prince?s bedroom and would have enjoyed remaining there but he could already smell the good toast all the way up the stairs and his belly began to grumble.

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Therefore, he toddled out into the corridor, down the steps by the naked man picture and over the smooth black stones, on the warm wooden floor in the living room.

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Briefly, he pushed his nose against the terrace door to see where the frog was.

 

?Ribbit.? He really wondered if the frog was hungry too.

 

"Justin." Brian appeared next to him with a plate. ?Here. Sit down with it."

 

?Yes." Justin turned around, looked blankly for a second at the prince and then began to cry out in sheer panic. With one hand he slapped the green apple from Prian?s mouth and then beat himself with the other one heavily against his head. Again and again and again.

 

?Fuck, you little-? Shocked, Brian touched his bleeding lip and furiously pushed Justin out of the shards of the broken plate. ?Shit!"

 

?Ah!" Justin shouted and tore at his hair. With wide eyes he stared at the red blood which dribbled from Prian?s mouth and the poisoned apple on the warm wooden floor. He knew exactly that the prince would die and his brown eyes would never open again.

 

?Hha!" With all strength he ran into the glass terrace doors and beat his head against it.

 

Brian bent down to pick up the shards and then let the porcelain pieces fall down again irrespectively.

 

?Fuck, stop it Justin!" He grabbed the boy by the arm and was immediately fended off hysterically.

 

?Of course! Dead forever!" Justin?s belly was cold and his throat too tight to breathe. His head stung and stung and his nose was aching terribbly. He shouted louder and beat himself with his hand against the right temple. ?Certainly dead!"

 

Brian cursed and grabbed for Justin's wrist. At the top of his lungs he yelled in the boy?s face. ?Stop it!"

 

Justin only rampaged more. ?Dead, dead!"

 

?Justin!" With his whole physical strength the older one gripped Justin's arms and pressed him tightly against the terrace door. ?Dead?"

 

?Ahh!" The blond shouted desperately and tried to escape from the firm grip.

 

?Justin!" Brian leaned even closer with his full weight, belly to belly, to push the small body securely against the pane. ?Who?s dead??

 

"Yes!"

 

?Who?"

 

?Yeah?" Thick tears ran over Justin?s pale cheeks as he gave up the fight against the superior strength and weakly let his head fall back against the glass door. ?Of course my Prian.? He sobbed, cried and sounded so pained that for a moment Brian didn?t know what to do or think?

 

He swallowed the thick lump in his throat and became aware of the nausea in his stomach. He leaned his forehead against the cold glass of the door. Right next to Justin's wet face. ?Justin." He whispered and turned his mouth a little more to a perfectly curved ear. ?Prian is dead?"

 

Justin sobbed loudly and bucked under Brian's immovable body.

 

Brian pushed his nose into Justin?s neck and shook his head. ?I am here." He kissed the warm skin. ?Not dead."

 

?Hhu?? The younger one wailed tormented and squeezed his eyes tightly together.

 

Brian spoke again. A little louder now. ?Why would I be dead? Hmm?"

 

More than quiet whimpering sounds couldn?t be heard from Justin.

 

?Because of the blood?" Brian licked his lips automatically. ?It?s only three droplets."

 

Justin cried more but nestled his cheek against Brian's face.

 

?Ok?"

 

Justin sniffled. Of course one must?

 

?? always die."

 

Brian shook his head again and kissed the crook of Justin?s neck. ?Why do you say such things?"

 

?Yes." The boy sobbed. ?All poisoned!"

 

Brian strengthened his grip around the smaller body and breathed warm breath into Justin's neck. ?What is poisoned?"

 

?The apple." It was hardly audibly and Brian needed a moment to process this information.

 

He stood up straight again and took Justin's face into his hands. ?You think my apple was poisoned?"

 

Justin squeezed his eyes and mouth tightly shut.

 

?Justin!" Brian lowered his knees to create the same eye level. ?You think I died because the fucking apple is poisonous?"

 

The boy whined and tried to turn his head to the side. He didn?t want to hear those words.

 

Brian smiled weakly and brushed Justin?s high cheeks with his thumbs. ?You stupid little twat. Is this in one of your stories?"

 

Justin kept his mouth locked tight, but blinked with long damp eyelashes in Prian?s face.

 

?Where? Cinderella? Little Red Riding-hood? The princess and the fucking pea?"

 

It was clearly obvious as the boy thought this over and his body relaxed a little in this process. Of course he liked?

 

?? no peas."

 

Smiling, Brian raised his eyebrow and wiped the wetness under Justin?s eyes off with his thumbs. ?Now, where are poisoned apples then?"

 

Justin sniffled. "Snow white.?? He looked at the prince sadly. ?Behind the seven?seven mountains."

 

Mister Kinney stared at the boy blankly for a moment. ?Snow White. Do I look like fucking Snow White to you?"

 

?Of course." Two moist blue eyes blinked innocently. ?The apple is certainly poisoned."

 

Irritated, Brian rubbed his forehead. ?Don? tell me you?ve never eaten an apple in your life?!"

 

?Hh!" Justin made a shocked face.

 

"Huh." Seems this was a no then.

 

?Certainly red lips. Like blood." The boy looked up to the ceiling and started to rock softly.

 

Brian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ?Yes. And if you see blood, don?t ever touch it, alright?"

 

?Yes." One last little sniffle came from the boy?s mouth.

 

?Hmm." Brian caressed Justin?s neck briefly. ?Do you need a handkerchief?"

 

Did he? Justin pulled up his nose. ?No."

 

Brian wrinkled his forehead critically. "Good to know." He took the younger one by the hand, ?Come on." went with him up the stairs and put Justin on the lid of the toilet in the bathroom.

 

"Yes." Justin spread his legs and looked down. ?Of course. The lid is closed."

 

?You do this if you don?t have to piss at the moment.? explained Brian and examined his split lip in the mirror, before he wet a cloth and wiped his mouth.

 

?Yes." Justin twisted his hair around his finger and looked up to the ceiling lighting. ?Of course the toast is gone now."

 

?Are you hungry?"

 

The blond felt his belly. ?Yes. Certainly white beet."

 

?What?s about a turkey sandwich?"

 

?Yes. Of course always on Thanks...Thanksgiving."

 

"You can always eat turkey. It?s good for you." Brian made wet a second cloth and wiped it over Justin?s puffy face.

 

?Yes." Justin poked his tongue against the cloth and looked up to the prince with big eyes.

 

Brian held the long hair with one hand out of Justin's forehead, wiped over the pale skin a little longer than necessary and smiled without even noticing it. ?Feel better?"

 

?Yes. Wash with Prian."

 

?Hmm." Brian threw the cloth back into the sink. ?And now?"

 

?Of course. Sleep with Prian."

 

Brian grinned and switched off the light in the bath before he went out. ?Yeah, I bet you would like that, brat."

 

?Yes. Brat Justin."