Kiss me alright

 

Chapter 8 ? Surrender

 

The castle was cosy and warm at night with beautiful lamps shining everywhere. Even in the well.

?Ooh." Standing in the living room, Justin pressed his nose flat against the terrace door.

With wet pyjamas, tousled hair and a scratched hand he looked totally mesmerized at the outside towards the darkness and the illuminated pool area.

 

?Is this okay?" Brian had thoroughly rinsed off the dirty red plastic cup three times before putting it on his hallowed Mies van der Rohe coffee table with a coaster. It was freshly filled with cooled French mineral water. ?Justin. Come here.? You wanted a drink, right?"

"Yes." As the boy turned around he seemed almost a little shy. Clumsily he wiped a couple of damp strands from his forehead with the back of his hand, smiling softly with slightly red cheeks.

Brian took the cup and held it out to his guest and to his surprise Justin actually said a small, albeit wrongly emphatic thank you.

 

?You?re welcome." Cool fingers touched Brian's hand and he quickly looked somewhere else - anywhere but at this blond young man who sniffed at his water with unnatural curiosity before dipping the tip of his tongue in it for a test.? He than drank with large gulps and licked the brim of the cup pleasurably before giving the empty vessel back with big pleading eyes but without a word.

Brian looked at him with scrutiny. ?More?"

Justin uninterestedly looked aside. ?Yeah."

 

?Hmm. Come into the kitchen then." Brian walked away and Justin followed after a moment with naked feet that made splashing noises on the smooth wooden floor.

"Sit down." The older man pointed at one of the high chairs at the bar and fetched the Evian bottle from the refrigerator.

Justin awkwardly climbed onto his seat and watched fascinated as the water ran from the bottle into the red cup. It looked pretty and splashed so nicely, but he didn?t dare to drink from it. With big eyes he looked up to Prian.

Brian smiled. ?Go on. Drink"

 

?Thank you!? The boy said enthusiastically to his cup and gripped it with both hands before he drank up the water with large sips. He really was terribly thirsty.

 

With a satisfied sigh, he put the cup back onto the bar.? Brian was already waiting with a cloth and disinfecting spray. ?Give me your Hand."

Justin looked at Prian sceptically and did nothing at all.

?Your hand." The man grabbed for it himself and held the thin fingers up carefully for inspection. ?See? It?s not deep but the wound should be cleaned."

Justin bent his head a bit to get a better look. His hand was red and throbbed.

He was very certain that this had never happened before. And as Prian began to wipe with the cold, wet rag over it, it began to sting horribly.

 

?Hh!" Panic stricken he looked at the prince, but Brian remained calm and concentrated on his task.

 

?It?s okay, it burns only for a moment."

 

Justin trembled hard and tried to pull his hand away. Away from the evil wet rag. ?Bite, bite."

 

But Brian held his fingers securely in place and carefully wiped over the wound one last time.

 

?So. Is it aching?" He looked up at his patient questioning and got at a wretched puppy dog look from two moist blue eyes as an answer. It was crowned with quiet whimpering.

 

?That bad, huh?" He raised his eyebrow in amusement, reached for a big ointment tube and began to put the cream on the wound generously.

 

It was cold, smelled funny and Justin trembled even more while he was watching Prian anxiously. But then, the throbbing slowly stopped and the red disappeared because everything was painted in white.

 

?Like Paper."

 

Fascinated he touched the shiny cream with his other hand.

 

?Ah, ah, ah." Brian stopped his fingers immediately. ?No touching!"

 

The boy looked up with big eyes.

 

?Stay here." The older man demanded and put the disinfecting spray away. ?You want more water?"

 

Justin said nothing.

 

Brian nevertheless filled the cup again. ?Drink and stay put. I?ll be back in a minute."

 

The boy drank with large gulps and watched over the brim of his cup as the prince left the room. Where he?d gone Justin didn?t know. Perhaps to the horse or to the well?

 

Hmm. Justin put the cup down when it was empty and climbed clumsily from his high seat.

He wanted to go to the well too and?

 

??drink lots of blue frog water."

 

With awkward steps he passed by the sofa and then stopped a little undecidedly in front of the high terrace door. He didn?t know how one should be able to walk through it. There was no handle for the big window.

 

Justin whined a little, bobbed up and down nervously and finally pressed his palms tightly against the glass. He pushed against it but the plate didn?t move.

 

He made a sad face and looked longing out where it was dark and the blue well water shone so beautifully.

 

"Shiny gold ball?dear frog." He spoke and leaned his nose, forehead and lips against the glass narrowly. He then tasted the damp plate with his tongue before his look fell curiously on his whitely painted hand. It looked like yoghurt.

 

?Of course without fruits."

 

He carefully licked with the tip of his tongue over the ointment while his look searched over the darkness in front of the plate, where he had seen the tree.

 

?Of course a pear."

 

He couldn?t find the tree but his tongue began to sting and he took his mouth away fast and looked at his hand irritated.

 

When Brian got back in the kitchen with dry clothes on, Justin had disappeared. He sighed tiredly and looked around. ?Justin?"

 

The brat was at the terrace door again, talking quietly to himself and staring out into the dark. And obviously he was suppressing a human need judging from the way he was squeezing his legs tightly together and bobbing up and down restlessly.

 

?Justin!"

 

No reaction.

 

Brian stepped closer and spoke louder.? Justin, do you need to go to the toilet?"

 

The boy turned around and smiled as he saw the prince. With a white smeared mouth.

 

Brian sighed, went once again into the kitchen to fetch a napkin and wiped Justin?s face roughly with it, when he came back. ?Go to the toilet and then I?ll bring you home."

 

The napkin was soft and warm and Justin poked his tongue against it to get rid of the yucky yoghurt taste.

 

"Ok?" Brian threw the crumpled paper cloth on his coffee table and then pushed the boy in the direction of the men?s guest toilet. ?Come back out when you?re done. I?ll put my shoes on in the meantime."

 

?Yeah.? With one hand between his legs, Justin stiffly entered the little room.

 

Brian turned the light on for him and closed the door.

 

Justin looked up to the ceiling. It was not white but certainly one could paint pictures on it. He couldn?t think of anything he should paint though and then he got all nervous when he noticed that his belly tickled. He held one hand between his legs again. His pyjama trousers were cold and wet and his feet froze on the smooth grey stone floor. He turned around and looked at the locked door. He really would?ve preferred to go on the toilet now.

 

Brian waited for fourteen minutes, jingled with his keys impatiently and began slowly to sweat in his jacket. Shit. What the fuck was the damned boy doing in there?!

 

?Hey!" On the fifteenth minute he knocked against the closed door. ?Hey you! Quit washing your damned hands for like five hours and come out already! It?s almost fucking four in the morning!"

 

He waited for a moment carefully listening and didn?t receive even the slightest reaction.

 

?Justin?"

 

He knocked a little harder.

 

?Hey, Justin!" He shouted before he opened the door.? He had never been one of the most patient people. ?I?ve told you to finally quit-"

 

Brian looked briefly around in the little room and forgot instantly the rest of his sentence.? He didn?t find the boy at the basin as expected with mountains of nice smelling foam on his hands, but instead gently rocking beside the newly installed luxury urinal with his face to the wall and barefoot standing in a small yellow puddle.

 

"Fuck! My floor! This is imported Italian marble!"

 

?Certainly into the Toilet." Justin worked a finger tightly into his hair. ?White toilet lid."

 

?Shit!" Brian stepped two steps closer and stared bewildered at the wet spot below Justin's naked feet. ?Why on earth didn?t you use the toilet?"

 

?Of course a white lid." Justin didn?t like it here. It was bright and cold and the prince was far too loud. He really would have preferred to have his?

 

??book.?

 

"Fuck your stupid book!" Brian grabbed the boy by the neck to guide his look down to the floor. ?You?ve pissed on my $6000 Grigio Carnico floor!?

 

"Aahhau au au!" Justin made himself stiff and squeezed his eyes shut. His neck stung and also his head and it did not stop.? And Plake was not here!

 

?Aaaah!" With a heavy blow he rammed his forehead against the cold tile wall, and before Brian could do anything about it, he did it a second and third time.

 

?Aah, ahh!"

 

?Hey!" Brian quickly took his hands off the boy and tried to move him away from the tiled wall. ?Hey!" He grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. The kids? forehead was red and began to swell a little. ?Fuck" Brian stroked a couple of blonde strands out of the way with one hand and was able to look at the bump more closely while trying with his other hand to keep the disturbed young man in a firm grip.

 

Justin rocked back and forth nervously, stiffly drew his shoulders up and kept his hands tense in front of his body. His moist eyes looked at the prince wide awake and very scared.

 

After a moment Brian looked back. Tired and beaten. ?Is this your brilliant plan? First you ruin the floor and then you trash my walls, too?"

 

Justin whimpered indistinctly and with intimidation, looked in Prians brown eyes. He liked the cool fingers at his forehead.

 

Brian rubbed carefully with his thumb over the small red swelling at Justin?s hairline. ?Is this any manner to thank me for the best water of your life, huh?"

 

The boy blinked once without taking his gaze from Prians face and licked his lips. The prince water was so good.

 

Brian watched the tip of a pink tongue on softly curved lips and smiled briefly. ?You drank a lot of damned water, hmm?"

 

Justin's eyes wandered uninterestedly aside. ?Yeah."

 

?Yeah?"

 

?Yeah. Much Prince water."

 

?Evian."

 

?Prince water."

 

Brian sighed, combed through fair hair a last time and then held a hand out towards the boy invitingly. ?You always have to have the last word, right?"

 

Justin grabbed for the prince?s big fingers without any hesitation. ?Yes."

 

Brian led his guest from the little room, turned off the lights and went with him in the direction of the stairs. Emmett could take care of the little water problem in the guest toilet tomorrow. ?Yes indeed. And you?re also one condemned drama queen?

 

?Yes." Justin plodded close behind with moist naked feet, wet pyjamas and big eyes.? So many beautiful pictures were put on the castle walls. The prince could paint really well, even giant men without trousers and hair.

 

?Yes. And you have no idea what I?m talking about." Brian climbed up the last steps with the boy, walked along the corridor and then switched on the light in the bathroom. ?This is my bathroom."

 

?Yes." Justin went in, but only looked to the shiny ceiling.

 

?The floor here is even more expensive than the one downstairs, so try to hold your bladder under control."

 

?Yes.?

 

?Hff." Brian sighed, took off his jacket and turned on the water in the shower. ?Good. Strip out of your clothes, put them here on the corner and then clean yourself. I?ll go and look if I can find some fresh clothes for you, okay?"

 

Justin turned a fair-haired strand around his finger. Warm fog arose up to the ceiling and everything burbled like rain.

 

?Justin. Listen to me.? Brian put a hand to the boy?s cheek to provide visual contact and attention. ?Are you listening?"

 

?Yeah.?

 

?Your pyjamas are wet and dirty, right?"

 

?Yeah."

 

?Take them off. Then get into the shower." Brian pointed at the open shower stall. ?You know how to take a shower?"

 

?Yes." Justin looked at the burbling water. He liked taking a shower. With much?

 

"...foam soap."

 

Brian took a deep blue bottle from the shelf and unscrewed the lid. ?Try this one."

 

?Ooh." Justin reached for the pretty bottle and stroked it reverently. Golden letters were written on it. Real prince foam soap.

 

?Hmm." The older man laid a couple of towels out and put the expensive soap into the shower. ?Hurry up. I?ll be outside looking for clothes."

 

 

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Justin looked for a moment to the door through which the prince had disappeared and then began bobbing up and down a bit. It was warm in here.

 

?Mirror, mirror on the wall." He said as his look fell to the big mirror wall over Prian?s marble washstand. The glass area began to fog up due to the muggy air.?

 

Justin padded closer to touch the mirror with his hand. ?A thousand times fairer than you." Completely fascinated he made an imprint of his five fingers and then licked the cool condensed water from his hand. ?Beyond the seven?seven mountains."

 

It knocked loudly and the prince said something behind the door. ?Justin! Have you undressed already?"

 

Did he? He looked down on himself and shook his head.? He began to push the deep blue plastic buttons from the buttonholes. It was complicated but he managed it with all five. ?Of course the pants."

 

He took his shirt off, let it fall to the ground and then drew the rubber waist band of his pyjama trousers out long.

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For a moment he looked from above into his pants and shot an extremely disapproving look at the yellow spot on his underwear. "Of course a white toilet lid."

 

He then climbed awkwardly out his trousers, his left leg first and then his right foot out.

 

The white shorts stuck wet and coldly to Justin's bottom and he didn?t like the feeling as he shuffled them off. His skin itched and he really wanted a lot of the?.

 

"?foam soap."

 

With small steps he plodded over to the shower cabin, peeked mistrustfully in and sniffed. The water smelled warm and clean. Not like frog, and it was not blue either.

 

He held two fingers under the spray and instantly jerked back frightened because it tingled and pricked on his skin.

 

?Ah!" Worried he looked in the brawling water and held himself between his legs where he played with his foreskin nervously. The water was loud and pointy like?

 

"...needles!"

 

?Justin!" It knocked loudly on the door again. ?Are you done?! I?m waiting!"

 

Justin looked in the direction from where the prince?s voice came, then back to the roaring water and began to wail. The beautiful foam soap stood in the middle of the needle water.

 

?Justin?" Brian knocked once again and listened carefully. ?Hey! I have new clothes for you here! Have you dried yourself?" He didn?t get any answer and apart from the steady noise of the water there was nothing to be heard.

 

He sighed deeply, rubbed tiredly over his face and knocked once again briefly while putting his other hand to the door handle. ?Justin, I?m coming in." He squinted his eyes as a thick fog wall hit him. "Shit.?? He looked around orientating himself for a moment.

 

Deep blue pyjamas and crumpled boxer shorts lay scattered on the noble stone floor and Justin, standing naked at the open shower stall, rocked softly back and forth and mumbled something while rather casually fondling the generous equipment between his pale legs.

 

Brian stopped perplexed at this unexpected sight. The boy was by all means one of the cute kind, this could be noticed clearly even with all of his clothes on. But who would?ve thought what a hot, tight triple A body was hidden under this innocent fa?ade?!

 

"Ahem." Totally knocked out of concept he cleared his throat, licked his lips and nervously rubbed his neck. Meanwhile uninvited thoughts of hot twinkie shower sex shot through his brain automatically.

 

?Like needles."

 

Brian blinked in the damp air and cleared his throat once again when five out stretched fingers and a helpless puppy look brought him back to reality.

 

Justin went a step closer toward the prince and illustrating held his hand more highly in front of Prians face.

 

?What?" Brian did his best to hold his eyes above Justin?s waistline and stepped from one foot to the other, trying to correct the skin tight fit of his jeans. ?Why you?re not in-" He gesticulated in the direction of the shower. ?I told you to clean yourself!"

 

Two big blue eyes looked at him with a clear lack of understanding.

 

Brian sighed deeply and put a hand on Justin?s peach like shoulder to shove him in the direction of the water. ?Come on already, it?s late."

 

Justin made himself stiff and squeezed his eyes shut when Brian manoeuvred him a little roughly into the big shower stall.

 

?Ah!" It was hot and stung and stung. Wheezing hectically he drew his head between his shoulders and clawed with all ten fingers panic stricken at Prians forearm.

 

Brian on the other hand remained completely cool. ?I knew it. A big drama queen." With fast movements he adjusted the temperature and the strength of the spray.

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The boy blinked as the water got softer and his skin no longer burned so terribly. It was better now. Suspiciously he ventured to look up, licked the water off his lips and then opened his mouth as far as possible because the shower water really tasted very good.

 

"Hhf" Brian was irritated. His T-shirt was wet, half of the bathroom was under water, the damned night was nearly over and the blonde boy in his shower had nothing better to do than playing the thirsty puppy.

 

Petulantly, he gripped a fresh wash cloth from the shelf, made it wet and soaped it. He then rubbed strongly twice over Justin?s pale chest with it, ignoring the small pink nipple which hardened under his touch, and brought a hand to the boy?s cheek to create visual contact.? ?Justin! Quit drinking the water!"

 

Justin blinked and smiled brightly as the warm water droplets drummed on his face. With a scrunched up nose and thick wet hair strands in his forehead he grinned at the prince. ?Puddle water!?

 

"Surely not. The pipes are newly installed." Brian pushed the foamy rag into the kid?s hand. ?Clean yourself."

 

Justin looked at the wash cloth, sniffed at it and then with fascination, began to rub it over his belly. The foam was so soft and smelled like deep red and prince skin.

 

?More soap?" The older man held the shower gel bottle up and Justin stretched the flannel gratefully out. He wanted very much of the beautiful foam.

 

Eagerly he started to run the rag over his body, every now and then checked on the? composition of the slippery foam on his skin and mumbled a couple of affirming words,? before starting to soap another area of his body.

 

Brian watched the whole procedure contentedly and from a secure distance, until the boy, quite naturally, looked down at himself, pulled at the foreskin of his penis and then started to spread the foamy soap there too.

 

?Okay!" Brian coughed briefly and quickly turned around to attend himself to the towel shelf.

 

After two minutes he came back with a big red towel and grabbed through the spray to turn off the water.

 

Justin looked up in confusion and held his hand out.

 

?Come on." Brian unfolded the towel. ?Dry up, dress yourself and back home with you."

 

?Of course. Back home with you." The boy got out of the shower on wobbly legs and looked then stunned from the left to the right when the prince wrapped soft, red fabric around his shoulders. He sniffed at it and laughed. ?Ha!" It smelled of Prian!

 

Brian took a smaller towel and began to dry the boy?s blonde hair with it.

 

Justin peered up and crinkled his nose.

 

Brian rubbed some more and smiled. ?Shit, your hair is really long, you know?"

 

Justin smiled shyly but however full of pride and nestled his head in Prians big hand when the towel was pulled away. ?All the way to the ground."

 

The older man huffed a laugh and threw the wet towel on the clothes on the floor. ?Yeah probably soon, if you don?t see a barber in time."

 

"Soon. At Christmas." Justin watched uninterestedly as the prince also took the big towel away and gripped himself between the legs automatically.

 

?Yeah." Brian cleared his throat and quickly looked away again.? He went straight to the door. ?Come on, the clothes are in the bedroom."

 

Justin followed the prince with small steps over the damp stone floor, through the door and into a completely different room. It was cool and the floor felt soft as?

 

?? kitten fur."

 

Brian tried not to pay attention as the naked boy bent into a squatting position and with both hands stroked over his carpeting in pure fascination.

 

Instead he snatched the black Boss pants, which Rosa had accidentally washed too hot with the table linens, and held it out towards his guest. ?Here. These are too small for me. You can have them."

 

Justin found the carpet wonderfully fluffy and therefore purred in pleasure while rubbing his cheek over the soft material.

 

"Justin!" Brian slightly lost his patience as a perfectly formed butt pointed right in his direction. ?Would you kindly put these god damned pants on now! Please?!"

 

Justin blinked up as the prince said his name so loudly and sceptically took the black pants in his hand.

 

?What?re you waiting for? Put them on."

 

?No." Justin shook his head.

 

?No? What do you mean no?! Of course put them on!" Brian dragged the boy to his legs indignantly.

 

Justin shook the head again. ?Of course not mine."

 

?No. Yours are in there,? The older man pointed to the bathroom. ?stained with piss. These are clean, so put them on.?

 

?Of course not mine. Certainly not white."

 

?Pff." Mister Kinney puffed his cheeks out annoyed and laid his hands on his hips. ?So you don?t want to wear them?"

 

?No. Of course not mine."

 

?Fine!" Brian relented patiently. ?Here. Then at least put the T-shirt and the trousers on."

 

Justin looked at the strange garments and felt the soft fabric between his fingers.

 

?So?" Brian wrinkled his forehead. ?Put it on and let?s go already!"

 

?No." Justin shook his head and looked at the prince with big eyes. ?Of course the panties first."

 

A cold shiver ran down Brian?s back at such a mode of expression. Where in hell had the boy grown up? In the house of the jolly dykes?! "Underwear. You want to put the underwear on first?"

 

"Of course. The panties first."

 

?Go ahead." Brian held the black Boss shorts up. ?Be my guest."

 

The blonde looked away and began to rock while winding a hair strand around his finger. ?Of course. Of course not mine. First the panties."

 

And Brian just stood there and really didn?t know whether he should?ve laughed out loud or yell even louder. It was almost 4:30 in the morning, a blond haired, naked Adonis was in his bedroom, totally refusing to put on any clothes and he, Brian Kinney of all people, actually was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. God, he was so tired.

 

With a deep sigh he rubbed a hand over his face, shook his head and then, not exactly gently, grabbed with both hands after Justin's rosy cheeks. ?Justin. Listens to me, ok? Are you listening?"

 

Justin didn?t stop his rocking but his blue eyes tried to focus on Brian's face. ?Yes."

 

?Good." Brian smiled a wide artificially smile. ?Your clothes are wet and dirty, right? Your pyjamas and your underwear."

 

?Yes." The boy tangled his red scratched hand in fair, wet hair.

 

?And you can?t wear them like that. Therefore I?ll give you some of mine, okay? Trousers, a t-shirt and underwear."

 

Justin's eyes wandered restlessly around. ?Of course. First the panties."

 

?While I go downstairs to fetch the ointment for your hand," Brian forced Justin's eyes directly to his.

 

?Yeah."

 

?You will dress yourself. With the underwear, the trousers and the t-shirt, understood?"

 

?Yes."

 

Brian patted Justin's right cheek. "Good boy.?

 

He left the room in the direction of the stairs.? When he was halfway down a quiet yes from the bedroom was heard.?

 

?You bet your ass you will!?? Brian yelled back.

 

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The first weak daylight penetrated through the big window in the kitchen and Brian made something that otherwise he wouldn?t ever do. He leaned his forehead against the cold glass and pressed his nose flatly to the pane while gazing out to the other side of the street to the high grey building.? The sun would rise from behind it in about a half an hour.

 

The heavy entry door was locked tightly and the street in front of the building was quiet like it was most of the time.? Nonetheless, upstairs on his freshly laid carpet stood a young man who somehow had managed to stroll out of the heavy door in the middle of the night and then nearly got killed by an car accident on the quiet street.

 

Shit.

 

Casting his eyes down, he pinched his nose with his thumb before watching himself pick at his perfectly manicured fingernails.

 

He didn?t know with whom he was angrier. With himself for hitting the boy so negligent with the jeep, the idiots in the clinic who were incapable of keeping their patients under control or Justin because he had far too blue eyes for his own good.

 

?Hff." He stroked through his hair, snatched the ointment tube and walked back upstairs.

He really wanted to end this damn night as quickly as possible.

 

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He wasn?t sure what he was hoping to find in his bedroom at 4:40 in the morning.?

A completely dressed Justin, ready for departure? A naked Justin with his butt in the air in the middle of the bed? Or a completely empty room and the certainty that perhaps everything had only been a very bad dream under the influence of Anita's even worse shit. He really didn?t know.

 

What he found in the end was nothing as expected, or maybe just that.

 

Justin still stood there unchanged. With his back to the door, softly swaying and a red hand tightly wrapped in his blonde hair.

 

In his other hand he held three garments which didn?t belong to him and a fine layer of goose bumps were drawn over his naked body.

 

But to his surprise Brian wasn?t angry. Not even frustrated or terribly irritated.

No, he simply touched the boy carefully on the back to announce his presence and then reached down for Justin's hand to rub the ointment cream on his wound.

 

Justin said nothing at all and remained completely quiet when Brian took the clothes from his other hand, led him by two fingers over to the bed and lifted the heavy blanket.

 

"Lie down, ok? You?re tired." Brian told him gently and not very loud and Justin looked at the prince with big blue eyes before he climbed clumsily on the gigantic mattress and almost needed a whole minute to lie himself down completely.

 

Brian waited patiently and then drew his double filled French down feather duvet up to Justin's chin. ?Sleep."

 

He walked into his bathroom, lifted the wet towels and Justin's clothes and brought them down the stairs to the cellar where Emmett had arranged a fully equipped washing room for him; with washing machine, tumble-drier and an ultra modern ironing press.? Two of the appliances Brian had never used and he really wasn?t interested in the third one normally either. However, he did know where the washing powder had to be put and that it would be about 70 minutes until Justin's clothes were clean and could be put into the next machine for drying.

 

On his way back up he turned the lights out everywhere, insured that the door was locked and took a red plastic cup, freshly filled, with him to put on Justin?s bedside table.

 

The boy wasn?t asleep yet.

 

With big eyes and both hands on the edge of the blanket he watched in the darkness as Prian undressed, went in the bathroom and soon afterwards came out again before climbing into the other side of the bed.

 

The mattress shook and Justin didn?t know whether he still liked the castle now that everything was as quiet, dark and different as in the tower.

 

He stared up to the ceiling and then over where the prince lay. Justin had never laid in bed with another person and he didn?t like it. It was so dark and he couldn?t see Prian. He breathed deeply and really wished he had his?.

 

?...book."

 

Brian turned his head in Justin's direction. ?Your book isn?t here. Do you want to drink some water?"

 

Justin nodded.

 

Brian didn?t hear an answer and sat up to switch on the little lamp on the bedside table anyway. ?Sit up."

 

Justin sat up clumsily, took the red plastic cup with both hands and looked at the prince over the brim.? He kept his eyes on the prince the entire time until all the water in the cup was gone completely.

 

Brian put the cup away. ?Good? Lie down again."

 

The boy slipped into a lying position and smiled as Prian did the same on the other bed side without turning off the light. The castle looked more beautiful when it wasn?t so dark.

 

Brian laid himself down on his back, breathed in deeply, closed his eyes and opened them again after two minutes in slight confusion as he could feel a penetrating gaze. He turned his head aside and looked into a tired face with big blue eyes.

 

He held the look a moment, extended his hand and touched Justin's soft lips briefly with his fingertip. "Sleep Justin."?

 

Ten minutes later Brian himself was about to sink into a sound sleep, when he suddenly felt a cool finger on his mouth.

 

It pressed a little clumsy on his lips, stayed there a couple of seconds, and then disappeared.? It was followed by two small quiet words.

 

?Sleep?Prian."

 

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