Chapter
19 ?? Christmas Prelude
On Friday, Justin woke up and decided that he wanted
to eat the wonderful cream cake which he'd seen behind the big window pane in
Prian's kingdom.
But at 8.00 a.m. Plake nevertheless brought yoghurt with fruits and Justin made
an angry face, said Blake and then made his radio extra loud.
?Hey, don't you want your yoghurt today? There are strawberries.? Male nurse
Blake held the little spoon once more in front of Justin's lips but the boy
turned his head away and instead looked at the shining buttons on his radio
set.
Blake
sighed, put the spoon into his own mouth and then listened for the next two
minutes to the weather report of the radio programme.
'...in the night to Saturday a cold front will end the mild autumn weather
and will bring first snowfalls to the higher areas of the Pennsylvania...'
?Ah, the first snow!? Blake got up and put the breakfast equipment back on his
tray. ?Well, then Christmas can come, don't you think??
Could it? Justin looked up from his radio to the ceiling and then over
to his tower window. He liked snow. It was white and flew around and smelled
like his beautiful blue gloves.
He got up fast and went with his radio to look out of the pane. Hmm. He peered
up into the clouds and then to the black street ground but the terrific white
flakes were nowhere to be seen. Also not on the little tower roof, over at the
prince castle.
?It will take a little 'til you can see the snow,? Blake explained and stood
next to the young patient at the window. ?First, more of the cold air has to
come to Pennsylvania before it starts snowing.?
?Yes.? Justin felt quite exited. Of course it was almost...
?...Christmas.?
Blake smiled. ?Yes. Only 26 more days. I'll have to go shopping for Christmas
presents.?
?Yes.? Justin curled a blond hair strand around his finger and thought of the
wonderful boots in his wardrobe. ?Of course at Wal-Mart. Shopping with Prian.?
?Yes, I've heard of it. He took you shopping, right? Did you have fun??
Justin smiled brightly. He liked shopping with the prince so much and really
would've preferred to have much more of the tasty...
?...ice cream.?
?Ah!? Blake put one hand to his belly and sighed theatrically. ?He bought ice
cream for you? I am so jealous! I love ice cream! Did you have whipped cream
and these little colored sprinkles, too??
Did he? Yes, he had much cream, a red cherry without stalk and...
?...one... sixty-one sprinkles.?
Blake's forehead wrinkled in surprise. ?You had exactly sixty-one sprinkles on
your ice-cream??
?Yes.? The boy rocked a bit back and forth. ?One fell... fell on the floor.?
?One has fallen to the floor??
?Yes. Certainly not eat any more. Prian says.?
The male nurse smiled. ?Brian is very clever, huh? Is he your friend??
?Yeah.? Justin looked up to the clouds again and wished the cold air really
would hurry because he wanted to see the white Christmas snow preferably now.
?My prince.?
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Seven bags in his right hand, a lively four-year old at the left and the urgent
desire for a cigarette. -It was safe to say that Brian Kinney wasn't a very
happy man on this Saturday morning in Pittsburgh's largest shopping mall on the
last day of November.
"Daddy, I want Manticore Megazord!" called Gus and dragged his father
desperately in the direction of the toy department. "He is the bestest
Power Ranger in the whole world!"
"Says who?!" grumbled Mister Kinney, highly irritated, when a woman
with a twin baby stroller drove over his right foot and punished him with a
reproachful look.
"Timmy Gershwin." explained the child and was then briefly distracted
by the strategically well built up Leap Frog test console, right next to the
children's musical instruments. "Can we buy a blue violin for me,
Daddy?"
"What for?!" Brian made a nauseated face.
"So that I can play lovely music!"
"One can not play lovely music with a violin."
"But I want one!" Gus tugged on his father's hand as his eyes filled
with unshed tears.
"Real men do not play the violin. Violins are for girls and people who
live on the street. Didn't you just say you want a Power Ranger?"
"Yes!" bounced Gus, "Manticore Megazord!" tore himself from
his father's hand and ran down the aisle that displayed all the extremely butch
action figures.
Brian rolled his eyes and trotted along, full of deeply felt trepidation. He
fucking hated toys since he was in fourth grade.
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One hour and three more bags later, Mister Kinney stood with Sonny Boy in front
of a gigantic DVD shelf in the Media department.
"I want this one!" pointed Gus at the 4 disc Pirates of the Caribbean
Collectors Edition.
"This doesn't count as a Disney movie," Brian decided. "I meant
something like the elephant with the big ears, or the movie with the
aardvark."
"But Pumba is a wild boar, Daddy."
"Whatever." Brian reached for a DVD with an attractive cover.
"What's with this one? The guy has spur boots." Movies with a cowboy
in the leading role couldn't be wrong.
"But mommy already bought Toy Story for me," explained the boy and
bounced two steps further to a shelf with an alarming pastel-colored
presentation. "Oh yes, please this one, Daddy!"
Brian turned up his nose. "This is for girls! Do you remember the
conversation with the violin?"
"Then we buy it for Justin!"
Brian raised his eyebrow. "Justin isn't a girl either." Even if these
eyelashes and fair hair could be really misleading.
"But Justin is Rapunzel, just like Barbie!" Gus protested and held
the pink DVD up. "See? They look exactly the same!"
"That's not true!" hissed Brian, looked around panic-stricken and
took the hot object of evidence away from his son's fingers. "Go fetch the
damn pirate movie already and let's go pay, I don't have time to spend the
whole day in this rat hole, got it?!"
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On Saturday after lunch was change of shifts at ward four, and Blake entered
room 4.11 with a hand behind the back and a friendly smile on his face.
"Hey frog, what are you doing?"
Justin was at the window, with his nose at the pane, his gaze riveted to the
view outside. He hated it really very much to wait for the Christmas snow.
"Are you still waiting for the first snow? It won't take long anymore. I
was just shopping and it's already damned cold outside."
It was? Justin looked from the left to the right, then up into the
clouds and found they looked actually a bit whiter.
"Hey, come here, okay? I've brought you something."
"Yes." Justin turned around after 32 seconds and toddled with small
steps to where the male nurse stood.
"See?" Blake drew his hand out behind his back and, broadly smiling,
held a flat Christmas calendar up.
"Yes." Justin looked blankly aside and bobbed softly up and down.
"It's an Advent calendar! There are 25 little doors in the picture and you
have to open one every day. When you open the last door it's Christmas."
It was? Justin wasn't sure whether Plake was right or not and reached a
little sceptically for the strange drawing.
Blake shook it carefully. "Do you hear that? It has chocolate in it. One
piece behind every door."
"Oooh." Justin couldn't see the chocolate but he found the picture
with the red man and the beautiful glittering tree really very pretty.
"We'll hang it here on the wall. And every morning you open up one door.
Every day until Christmas."
"Yes." Justin smiled. He liked Christmas.
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At 14.45 p.m. Brian unloaded a tired, sticky child and many bags at the
Peterson residence, smoked an urgently necessary stress cigarette even before
he was back in the car and raced home in record time, because he really needed
half a bottle of Jim Beam and 20 grams out off his herb can.
Although he
felt slightly disturbed in his Saturday afternoon peace when he first found a
horrifying green pine wreath on his house door, then unlocked it, and was
welcomed by the most abominable stench and an off key Christmas carols singing
housemaid.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Brian went into the kitchen and
greeted Emmett with a nauseated look.
The domestic help looked up from his dough bowl and smiled merrily.
"Cinnamon stars! It's only 25 days until Christmas and the recipe is from
my grandmother. In Hazelhurst we've always started with the Christmas bakery in
early November." And with this explanation he took the egg-beater out to
beat the egg whites.
Brian gesticulated, outraged. "You have an apartment of your own, why do
you have to cook this shit here of all places?! Now the whole house
reeks!"
Emmett looked up without interrupting his stirring movements. "Cinnamon
stars are baked and the whole house smells like cinnamon. Did you know that
cinnamon is one of the oldest aphrodisiacs? Even the old Chinese used cinnamon
as-"
"Do I look like fucking Bruce Lee?!" Brian got goose bumps as Emmett
blindly squeezed out a lemon over the bowl and poured what looked like
approximately ten cups of white sugar into the whole mixture. "Bring this
shit out of here!" As if his kitchen were asbestos contaminated he held
his jacket sleeve in front of his mouth and nose and cursing unfriendly things,
marched in the direction of the exit, because he really felt very uncomfortable
with such an amount of Christmas spirit all around beautiful Brighton.
Afterwards he smoked two cigarettes on the doormat with his mind fighting an
internal battle 'baths vs. Woody's'. And after cigarette number 3, he decided
to go across the street for a couple of minutes, even if the smell there wasn't
really any better than in his own four walls.
As Brian Kinney entered ward 4 on the fifth floor five minutes later, the
nurse's station was unoccupied and shattering screams came from room number
4.11.
He ran a little faster and found an open door and four nurses who all were busy
with bringing a raging blond boy under control.
Justin beat his head against the wall and thick tears rolled over his chocolate
smeared face. Everything stung and stung and was loud and nowhere was
Christmas. There were no fried bird, no pudding with money treasure and the
prince hadn't climbed through the tower window either. And he shouted loudly
and kicked nurse Sherman in the belly and he hated the stupid Christmas door
picture so much.
Blake lifted the torn Advent calendar off the ground. "Justin, have you
eaten all the chocolate?"
Justin tore himself away from male nurse Schmidt's firm grip, then fell down
and beat his forehead against the hard ground twice. "Aaah!"
A third male nurse pulled a syringe up and Brian broke loose from the doorframe
and rushed in the room. "Hey! What's going on here?"
Justin wailed more loudly and beat himself on the head with his hands.
"Teddy hold his arm!" Male nurse Ethan Gold fell to his knees and,
using his teeth, pulled the plastic hull off the needle.
"Hey!" Brian took hold of the male nurse's shoulder from behind.
"What the hell are you giving him?"
"Brian," Blake went to his side and spoke friendly. "Why don't
you wait outside? Justin is very upset at the moment."
"Oh yeah?! Me too!" Brian screamed at the nurse furiously and
extended his arm provocatively. "Why don't you dope me up on drugs,
too?"
"Brian please." Blake touched the man's back. "Simply wait in
the corridor for a moment. Teddy will bring you a coffee."
Nurse Sherman gripped Justin by the neck, while male nurse Ethan stuck a thin
arm under his knee to make it immovable.
Justin yelled out hysterically, turned up his head and two wet blue eyes looked
helplessly in a lovely prince face... while thousands of brown and green evil
vines wrapped themselves around his body, so he was trapped in the tower
forever and ever.
Brian felt his stomach contract painfully. And he pushed the male nurse with
the syringe forcibly aside and shot the nurse with the iron hand on Justin's
neck a cold death stare. "If you don't want to have a prosecution because
of bodily injury on your table tomorrow, you should take your fucking hands off
of him!"
"Sir, I really must ask you to-"
Brian didn't listen to her as he got into a squatting position and leaned
deeply over Justin's ear. "Hey brat." He whispered and stroked gently
through the fair tousled hair. "Are you playing the drama princess
again?"
Justin whimpered and rubbed his nose weakly over the cold floor. Whispering
words were in his ear and they were so much louder as all the evil screaming.
And the air smelled of almond cake and silver sword.
"Justin," Brian's lips brushed a warm earlobe. "You want me to
throw these assholes out, hm?"
Ten minutes later, a sniffling Justin Taylor sat with red rimmed eyes at the
window to see castle Pri-Tin, while Mister Kinney was leading a business
discussion at the nurse's station.
"...and instead of perhaps enquiring what his problem is, the mobile death
squad storms into his room to deaden him with a blowpipe, as if he were a
fucking rabid bush elephant!"
"Mister Kinney, I can assure you that this method has proven itself in
dealing with such situations." Blake smiled patiently. "Nobody here
has the intention to hurt Justin."
"Hh." Brian cast a frosty glance at nurse Sherman. "From where I
was standing it seemed definitely different and I can assure you that Mister
Taylor's lawyer will take care of this occurrence."
Male nurse Gold folded his arms. "Justin doesn't have a lawyer."
"He has one now." Brian got up, scribbled his phone number on a memo
pad, ripped the sheet off and banged it in front of Blake on the table.
"I'll take Mister Taylor with me for a couple of hours. Here is my number,
you know my address." And with that he left the little nurse's room on the
4th ward to help brat Taylor with tying up his seven league boots.
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Justin still sniffled at regular intervals and his eyes were red, but he smiled
as he climbed, holding the prince's hand, down the many steps in his tower.
Because even though the door calendar with the glittering tree hadn't worked
and Christmas hadn't come, the prince was here now nevertheless to save him.
With loud big bad wolf growling to fight off the evil vines.
"I really don't know why you have to bring all this crap along,"
Brian mumbled as he lost Justin's blue pajama trousers on step 125, and in the
process of collecting the boys clothes the heavy book of fairytales, almost
slipped out of his hand.
"Yes." Another unintentional sniffle came from Justin's mouth.
"Certainly into the castle."
"Wonderful." Brian stuffed the boy's baggage under the other arm,
took Justin by the hand again, and went on downstairs. "Now you are
already starting to spread your stuff at my place. What's next? Partner coffee
cups? Your initials on my fucking towels?!" He pushed open the heavy door
and Justin blinked a bit against the cold air.
He looked up to the sky and still no Christmas snow fell from the clouds, but
the prince led him through the high iron gate, on the stones with the many
slits, seven steps across the street, and on straight way to the court entry of
the castle.
"Oooh." A piece of glittering tree hung on the house door, and as
Prian opened it with the little silver key, the most wonderful smell flew
around Justin's nose.
"Take off your jacket." Brian disappeared with Justin's things in the
living room and then shouted for Emmett to discuss the unasked-for redesign of
the interiors. "Emmett!"
"Yes." And Justin looked around with big eyes. The castle was so
lovely today! There were velvet bows and red flowers and colored shiny balls
everywhere. He laughed and really wanted to never go back into the grey tower
again. He was so glad to be in the castle and really would have preferred to
eat a bit of ...
"...fried bird." He sniffed into the air and padded with small steps
in the direction of the prince-kitchen.
"Baby! How nice to see you!" Emmett pecked Justin's cheek and then
held a cinnamon star in front of his mouth. "Look at this, I've baked
cookies for Christmas! Come on you have to try a cinnamon star!"
A little cake star! Justin extended his fingers toward it, touched it carefully
and then looked hopefully at the servant.
"Not so timidly sweetbuns, it's really good!" Emmett shoved the
pastries between Justin's lips and then watched contently as the boy chewed
with full cheeks.
"Stop feeding him this dung." Brian wrinkled his nose as he
discovered a mistletoe over the kitchen bar and pulled it down disgusted.
"And for Christ's sake, fucking stop hanging all this shit around my damn
house! What the hell will people think?!"
Emmett fed Justin with another cookie and raised his eyebrow in Brian's
direction. "That Mister Kinney is in jolly Christmas mood?"
"Hu-fucking-ray." Brian stomped away, kicked a little reindeer figure
behind the sideboard as he passed by and shouted over his shoulder.
"Justin! Stop eating that garbage and come up into the bathroom, your face
is covered with fucking chocolate!"
"Yes!" Justin chewed fast and licked his lips enthusiastically as the
servant stuck cinnamon star number 3 into his mouth. He liked garbage cookies.
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Justin liked the warm washcloth at his face. It was wet and smelled like
Prian's pullover.
"Where did you get all the chocolate from?" Brian held Justin's head
with one hand in position, while he made the rag wet again to remove the last
brown spot on Justin's right cheek.
"Yes." Justin looked at the prince and poked his tongue against the
soft washcloth. "Certainly from Plake."
"Hmm." Brian wiped three times more than necessary over Justin's
mouth before he threw the cloth back into the basin. "Chocolate isn't good
for you. Don't eat so much of it again."
"Yes." Justin looked up to the ceiling and rocked a bit back and
forth. "Of course fried... fried bird."
"Which bird? Chicken? Turkey?"
"Yes. Without head."
"Do you want Emmett to make chicken for you? With vegetables?"
"Yes. Certainly pudding." Justin smiled. He liked the money treasure
in the pudding.
"No pudding." Brian went to the door and turned off the light.
"You've had enough sugar for one day."
"Yes." Justin toddled afterwards in the direction of the stairs. He
really would've preferred to eat a bit more of the tasty...
"... garbage cookies."
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After an hour, a tasty roast smell had covered the cinnamon star vaporizations
in the former Playboy mansion, and Mister Kinney relaxed noticeably at his
place behind the computer. On one hand because of the far more pleasant
atmosphere, and on the other because it was really nice to watch Justin.
... even if the boy didn't do much more than stand at the terrace door, talking
quietly to himself and licking the pane with his tongue now and then.
Ahem. Brian cleared his throat at the fourth lick and gripped himself
between the legs to organize his trouser contents anew. Damned brat.
Justin put both hands flat on the glass pane. A new little pond was in the
castle gardens! Directly under the tree with the pear and there were stones and
long grass and right in the middle certainly sat...
"...the frog." Justin pressed his nose against the cold door.
"Ribbit-ribbit."
Brian smirked slightly, took his hands off the keyboard and moved a bit back
with his chair. "Justin. Come here."
"Yes." Justin looked after a little bird that flew over the bald pear
tree and remained where he was.
Brian didn't repeat his request but got up and went over to the terrace door
himself. He stood close behind the boy and put both arms around a flat belly.
"No cat today?"
"Yes.?
Justin smiled with red cheeks. ?Certainly a kitty nap with Prian." He
giggled.
"Hmm."
Brian rubbed his nose against Justin?s neck. ?It?s already too late for an
afternoon nap.?
"Yes." Justin leaned his forehead against the pane and stretched his
tongue to the glass. It was almost...
"...dark outside."
Brian closed his eyes, drew his arms more tightly around the kid and kissed
Justin's ear. "Do you want to go back to your room?"
Justin shook his head.
"Watch TV?"
Justin snickered quietly but however said a clearly understandable,
"No."
Brian grinned. "Then what?"
"Yes." The boy rubbed his hair against Prian's cheek. He liked the
prince. "Of course take a... take a shower."
Brian's eyes flew open at the suggestion. "You want to take a
shower?"
Did he? Yes, with much foam soap and also...
"...rain water."
"You can take a shower later, when you're back... home."
"Yes. Take a shower with Prian."
Brian smiled, kissed the crook of Justin's neck and shook his head. "No,
alone."
"Yes. Sleep with Prian."
"Are you tired?"
Was he? Hmm. He closed his eyes and waited. They opened again. No, he
was...
"...not tired." Justin sighed and pouted against the pane.
This made Brian grin widely and he pressed his lips frantically together to
suppress it. "Do you want to go to sleep, Justin? Upstairs in my
bed?"
Justin turned to be able to see the prince and made big eyes. He wanted to lie
in Prian's bed so much, with his book and the blue...
"...pajamas."
Brian bit his lip while scrutinizing the blonde. "It's on the sofa.
Change, go upstairs and lie down. I'll wake you up when you have to go.
Okay?" He raised one eyebrow.
"Okay." Justin repeated wrongly emphatically. "Sleep with
Prian."
"No. You sleep alone. Pr-Brian has to work."
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Justin needed six minutes to go upstairs with his book and his pajamas, because
all the pictures on Prian's wall were really pretty, particularly the one with
the naked guy without hair. "Yes. Certainly no trousers."
After that he sat down on the terrific white cat fur carpet in front of Prian's
bed and it took eleven minutes 'til he had undone and taken off his boots. Then
he also took off his socks and stroked his naked feet over the soft carpet.
"Oooh." He liked cats.
"Justin! Do you have your pajamas on?"
Justin heard the prince call and looked down on himself. Hmm. No, he didn't
have his pajamas on yet.
He toddled with naked feet into the bathroom and found the lovely toothbrush
with his name on the basin. He used far too much tooth paste and brushed 'til
he had his whole mouth full of minty foam. He then took off his pullover,
combed his hair a while in front of the mirror and, "Ooh!" finally
grabbed for a wonderful white tube with blue letters. There wasn't a big P but
the lid opened very easily and Justin pushed a little and sniffed curiously at
the slippery contents. It looked like pudding without color. Water pudding.
Hmm. Justin extended his tongue and licked it. He smacked noisily twice and
then squeezed a large portion into the basin. And again and again until nothing
more came out of the tube. He still squeezed for test a few times, tried to
look in it and then threw the empty thing away. "Of course into the trash
can." He found a bucket next to the toilet, put the tube in and gripped
himself between the legs as he saw the closed toilet lid. "Certainly
wee-wee." Awkwardly he climbed out from his pants, moved his underwear
down until it fell around his ankles, opened the toilet and sat down. He remained
in his position a little stiffly, looked around and waited for the-
"Ah!" He slapped himself against the forehead and sighed. "Of
course pissing. Prian says." Hff. Sometimes he really was stupid.
After a couple of minutes a quiet splashing could be heard, Justin flushed,
closed the toilet again and toddled with his pants around his naked feet over
to the towel shelf. He put his head on the stack in the middle shelf, closed
his eyes briefly because it was really soft and smelled like prince almond cake,
and then wandered a couple of aimless steps around on the shiny tiled floor
until he stood in front of the basin again.
He looked at himself in the mirror, at his naked belly and his long hair. He
couldn't see his legs in the mirror, even if he stood on his tip toes. But the
water pudding still lay in the basin and he pushed his entire hand into it,
jerked back a bit because it was really cold and slippery and after a short
time decided to smear it a little around. First on the smooth edge of the
washing basin, then over the big mirror, and as a little bit from his hand
dripped onto his belly he smeared it around there, too. In his belly button and
a little more on his chest and on his arm and with one finger on his penis. It
was cold and he blinked and toddled with small steps out of the bathroom and
back to the white cat fur carpet.
His book lay on the bed and he crawled clumsily on the big mattress, lost his
underwear in the process, and finally sat in the middle of the bed. Naked, on
his knees, softly bobbing up and down, while he leafed through his book and
spoke quietly of the beautiful prince who fought through the big thorny hedge
to kiss Sleeping Beauty.
Justin noticed as his face became all warm as he looked at the picture of the
kiss and he stopped rocking and remained completely still. "Yes. Kiss...
kiss Prian." He said it only quietly, licked his lips and then looked a
long time up at the ceiling, before he awkwardly got up from the bed, and went
with small steps, his body covered lightly with goose bumps, out in the
corridor, down the dark stairs and over the black smooth stones on the warm
wooden floor.
The prince sat at his desk and only a little lamp was on. Justin felt a bit shy
and touched himself nervously between the legs.
Brian looked up from his computer and squinted his eyes when he saw a naked boy
standing in the living room door. "Hey."
Justin said nothing and looked up fast to the ceiling, but he drew his hand
more tightly around his penis.
Brian combed through his hair with his fingers. "What's the matter? Why
haven't you changed into your pajamas?" He got up, walked over to Justin
and cupped his hand under a thin chin. "Didn't you want to sleep?" He
smiled.
"Yes." Justin blinked and rocked back and forth a bit. It was cold
and he really would've preferred to...
"... kiss with Prian."
Brian pulled his hand away, made a step back and scrutinized the boy's small
frame. He got stuck in the middle, averted his gaze quickly and automatically
padded on his pants in the search for a cigarette. "Hff..." He didn't
find any, went back to his desk, lit one there and took two deep drags before
he looked back in Justin's direction again. "It's half past five. You have
to hurry if you still want to sleep."
Justin turned a long hair strand around his finger and looked blankly aside. He
didn't want to sleep. He wanted to kiss...
"... with Prian."
Brian sighed and gesticulated with his cigarette. "I've already told you,
I have to work."
"Yes. Lick... lick Prian's mouth."
Brian inhaled noisily one last time, stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray,
and without a comment took Justin by tha hand, to bring him out of the room and
up the stairs.
Justin stumbled a little reluctantly behind the prince. Prian walked too fast
and he wanted to look at the man without pants a bit longer.
Brian brought Justin into the bedroom, ran around to collect the scattered
clothes, stopped to pick up a piece of white underwear and held it in front of
the boys nose. "Put this on."
"No." Justin looked uninterested toward the ceiling.
Brian stared at the boy for a moment. "Put. It. On."
Justin shook his head and begun to count the clouds he couldn't see in here.
"Two... twenty-three."
"Justin!" Brian growled. "You have to go back home now. Get
dressed!"
And Justin made his legs stiff and noticed as his chest became all hot. His
lips began to tremble and his throat started to tickle because he really didn't
want to go away from the prince castle. And he shook his head and desperately
tried to keep his gaze up, but his eyes got quite blurred.
Brian stared in Justin's face. Then looked away, sighed, rubbed his neck, threw
the underwear carelessly to the side and reached for a thin wrist. He dragged
the boy closer and wrapped one arm a little clumsily around him. But when he
had the cold, naked body this near, he automatically fetched him closer and
squeezed a little more tightly. "What do you want from me, Justin?"
He spoke with his nose in Justin's neck and knew he wouldn't receive an answer
to his question.
At least not a direct one. But nevertheless Justin said something after a
moment. Quietly and timidly against the prince's broad shoulder. "Sleep
with Prian."
And Brian closed his eyes and really wished that Justin knew it wasn't sleep he
was asking for. He wished the fucking tower on the other side of the street
didn't exist.
... he wished for the first time that Justin could be alright.
And he squinted his eyes more tightly as he became aware that he'd just worried
more over this boy than any other man he'd ever took home. Here in his bedroom.
And for this reason he hugged Justin to his chest, then released him completely
and drew the blanket back on his bed.
And he stood there, four feet away, looked at Justin for a long time before
walking back and taking the boy's cheek into his hand.
He said nothing, smiled only slightly as he stroked Justin's soft skin with his
thumb, and in the end bent forward to lay his lips on the raspberry-colored
mouth.
He felt Justin's erratic breathing and loved the little clumsy fingers that
clawed themselves into his T-shirt one second later.
He took a moment to taste Justin's tongue, smell Justin's skin, feel Justin's
hair and whispered softly against damp lips. "Lie down, Justin."
Justin did nothing at all, however. Brian held him at the hip, directed
him backwards to the edge of the bed and smiled as Justin bumped against it. He
then turned the boy around and smacked his naked bottom lightly. "Go to
bed, Justin."
"Yes." Justin climbed on all fours over the big mattress, found his
book halfway up the bed, took it along with him, put it under the soft prince
pillow, and stretched out stiffly on the left bed side with an expectant look.
"Don't you want to cover up?" Brian raised his eyebrow.
Justin blinked and didn't move a finger.
Brian sighed, drew the blanket over the pale body and leaned close over
Justin's face. "You read too much in this funny book, princess."
"Yes." Justin smiled brightly and took hold of the prince's neck.
Prian was so beautiful.
Brian smiled and kissed the boy with a closed mouth. "Sleep. I'll wake you
up in an hour."
"Yes." Justin yawned. "Shopping with Prian. Certainly at
Wal-Mart."
Brian wrinkled his forehead. "Certainly go home and sleep some more in the
tower room."
Justin blinked tiredly and turned his head aside on the pillow. "Of course
eating ice cream. Certainly a cherry."
"Hff." Brian turned off the light on the bed side table and went in
the direction of the bathroom. "Think again, twat."
"Yes." The boy only spoke quietly now. "Certainly take a
shower... with Prian."
Brian opened his mouth to fight off the last suggestion from the bedroom and,
"What the fuck?!" stopped then perplexed at the sight of his lube
smeared bathroom. "Justin!"
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tbc....