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PETER PAN (9 PART OF FIC)

I have already resumed. I do not want to end here, so I guess I'll do more of this fic Capistrano. I've not slept all night for hospitals etc. .. Anyway, last night I finished what I had to get home. I do not know how my mind has gone out because it was painful. But this writing is good therapy. Hope you enjoy it. Besos.

- What did you say? .- Justin gives a jump in the chair after hearing the latest and whispering words of Brian. Close the drawer of a coup, some papers fall to the ground and the state of anxiety so dominates him who can not speak or her mouth without shaking.

- forgot ... Anyway. You were always too .. funny, Sunshine. And curiosity killed the cat.

- Yes, but the cat has nine lives.

- Poor me.

- I do not know .. I do not know what to say ..

- then do not say anything. You have discovered my little secret. But no, you thought you'd forget, did not

- That was what looked like Brian.

- course. Always appearances. Always obvious. And did you bother to ask? In talking to me? . They were always misunderstood. And after time. And how much time passed more difficult was it.

- Oh, Brian! , Not be so hopelessly idiot. Do not turn your back on things. You did not catch the call, or swing, or were always together ..

- See?. That's why I've been away so long. Nothing I do seems real, ever. Long before you were you .. I was tempted to tell you to stay. And then I pushed him away even more time, telling me I have no right to ask. And then thinking, but that would be together.

- could have achieved both.

Silence.

mind turns in his small cell, tempting, a cold cell, have turned off the heat.

Brian is naked, a towel covering her body just below the navel.

pour water, her wet hair falling down her face.

A broken shower makes you feel uncomfortable.

feels itself already gives you all the same.

can not lose anything else.

- Justin .. I did not dare to come see you, okay?.

- Why?.

- do not know, I did not dare.

- " What? .- Justin makes a giggle .- I can not imagine anything to what you do not dare.

- .. I was afraid to see you, to return to the beginning, having to say goodbye .. That shit do not go with me ..

- Ya ... but you were to me Brian ..

- I went to your shows, yes.

- And everything is there .- Justin points out the drawer.

- Everything there is just proof that you never forget. How proud I am of you. In addition, I told you the first time .. wherever you go, you'll always be within ..- Brian lowers his head and smiles at the last words.

Justin gets up, walks toward him, making it wet neck and starts kissing him hastily. Feel

Brian's body tense. A sliding sense, an intimacy so intense and need to be together take hold of both.

- Brian, Brian ... what I can do with you? .. You are so hopelessly stupid ..

- Yes, but I want ..

- And you take advantage of it, right?.

- No. - Brian answers a young child mimicking the grimaces that many times she saw him make Gus.

- I have an idea .. I want to paint you.

- Now?.

- now. I've seen paintings and paintings still preserved I left here.

- Naked "?.

- Nude. I'll set things

Justin turns around, crosses the room to find the paintings and medium-sized canvas. Check that the paintings, even when something as dry and hard, may have used yet.

As so often, its stock has risen in him conflicting feelings: anger at being deceived and certainty in the back of his mind that all this was too trivial to be angry, upset because Brian was so obtuse, annoyed with himself for be still too sensitive, the desire to ward off Brian and know that if I did regret it forever.

I loved him.

And after much time he could feel Brian loved him too. That one box contained what your lips do not say in three years.

Think about it.

And no longer afraid.

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- That's right. So. I want your face in three quarters, you see. More or less well. Head slightly upward. Now .- says Justin.

Take a step back and look at Brian stared. Is half lying on the bed and looks more or less for most of the windows. The dim light of dawn is all ambient light blue hues that the sunrise near being created.

Justin knows that this will be difficult, has to Brian naked before him, but I enjoy making such an act of submission. If he knows that this is a submission to him. She loves him crazy everything is happening there.

- Do you mind if I put the hair a little?.

- Why?.

- Your hair .. well, do you mind?.

- Buckle ..- alia Answer Brian malicious tone. Justin

smiles, puts his hand on his head and begins to put Brian's hair in a sloppy but studied at a time.

- I had not realized how close it can be to paint a portrait.

- is not the first time you paint Brian.

- But it is the first time I posed for you .. is odd.

Justin uses any excuse to touch him, puts his fingers on his neck to make him turn his head, grabbing his shoulders with warm hands.

And Brian feels he does not want that never ends. That seems terrible.

- That's better. Perfect. Wait, I will draw a picture. I'll get your camera, I saw here .. You wait.

- Will not this be a painting, blond guy?.

- Yes but I have a photo. It helps me to view adequately.

- Do you make photos of all your subjects?.

- No, But the few portraits I've done.

- other portraits What have you done?.

Justin finally draws some preliminary lines on the fabric.

- No one in particular. Friends of New York.

- Friends?.

- Yes

- What about that dark blue eyes that will accompany the exhibitions?.

Justin looks at him very steadily for a long time.

"I can not concentrate if you're talking all the time Brian.

- Is your boyfriend?.

- No.

- I thought the artists were talking to reassure their models.

- Well, not me. Sssss ...

There is silence for half an hour. Then Brian moves suddenly saying

- I have cramps. And do not feel the prick. It's cold ..

- has calmed Already ..?. Well, rest. I will make coffee again. With your permission, I guess I can use the kitchen.

- course. "I can see what you've done?.

- not Brian. Not yet.

Justin walks into the kitchen fun.

- How many times do I have to pose?.

- What?. Oh, three or four times.

- not give you time before returning to New York.

- But I can always leave the box here and return to finish it, right?.

Brian gets up, goes to the window naked, rubbing his neck.

- you come back, Sunshine?.

"If you want to .. if I may.

- Who was that dark?.

"Just someone I liked, nothing more.

Justin turns away and goes back to the kitchen. Really amused to see how Brian tries to pry things so thinly veiled.

know what on your mind.

know what you fear.

- Who is this Francis, Bri?.

- I do not know. I made it up. Some French, I guess. Some French obsessed yolks beaten until caramel. With exquisite and expensive tastes.

Justin returns with the coffee and drink together, sipped in silence.

- And that dark, is an artist too?.

- Ahh, Brian. No.

- right?. I thought you only artists relationship between you.

- do so antiquated idea. His name is Peter. Is 30. Is from Ireland. He now lives in New York. Seventy-one measure itself is dark blue eyes. And I painted six times .- Add Justin rudely .- And now, tell me about your love life.

- Wow .. six times .- says Brian emitting a whistle .- Sorry. I have no love life. "Portrays him naked?.

- me pride should make you feel curious. But it is only me who organized the exhibition.

- Fuck "right?.

- do not know. I do not care. "Anything else?.

- No.Sólo wanted to know how far you forget what you felt by other people and how easily forget what you think you feel for me.

- Is what I feel for you?. ... I do not think

Justin continues to paint.

Brian stares at him. Watch frowns when contemplating the canvas, how your hand moves slowly, resting every so often for old tremors caused by this attack he suffered for years not to come back.

See every detail and decide you can not help.

-Justin, para.

- Would you pose muscles ache?. "Another break?.

- only hurts when you touch me ..

Justin

longer stroke painting, walk a few steps, stands in front of Brian the edge of the bed. Without a word he invited her up. Brian

naked in front of him, standing, grazing his skin.

- Tócame Sunshine.

Brian has a twinkle in his eyes.

The brightness of relief and calm. He had never seemed so beautiful to Justin.

Brian's request through to Justin like a thunderbolt. Becoming slightly on tiptoe and kissed the hot lips Brian.

A slow kiss. Wet and slow.

The blue jersey Justin dropped.

two steps are separated by Brian and stares at him, sliding his blue eyes by the neck, shoulders, chest, waist, torso, legs, sex growing. Looks up slowly, breaking the path to re-dig into the brown eyes of Brian.

-ask me again.

Brian shakes. The beating of your heart have a resounding echo in his legs.

- Touch me.

- before there is another thing I want to try .- Add Justin.

- What?.

- to come to New York on Saturday. A skate with me.

- I will.

- Will you come?. And I know you've gone?.

- Si.

Justin does not come close. He reached out and rest your fingers on the lips of Brian. The soft, warm feel. Brian ajar mouth and licks the fingers of Justin.

With fingers tangled in the hair of Justin, he sees kneeling before him, in a caress so close that you forget all the past fears, pain, fear, everything. Justin

studied every inch of her body, thoroughly. Caen

arms on the bed, madness and is the owner of all the loft. Outside

already morning.

speechless Brian asks permission to enjoy what belongs to him.

Justin speaks with moisture and excitement of your body. Brian

it penetrates. The question repeated in each new attack which Justin replied with groans punctuated with tears of relief because they were living together.

Because Brian was back inside.

home. Because

go skating with him.

Because his actions speak much earlier than their lips. Brian

sustains him a million times before giving up on his own demand, filling it. Le

rolls in his hands, smooths her body against his.

slowly masturbate him while he kisses until I feel asleep in his arms.

The whole world could say anything he wanted.

Everything could collapse.

now knew what they felt.

soul already belonged.

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TREATMENT (2 PART END OF FIC)

Well, hang and finish. And this really came out weird but .. is there, hehe. Return to the subject: the fic is inspired by the second season. I mix mine with some parts of the series. Dialogues of the series I wanted to draw as such, they are WONDERFUL.
Here I go.

- Shit, I can not even take a damn drink in peace ...

watched the blond guy from the top.
There he was again on the trail of Babylon, dancing and kissing a fucking stranger. Again
. What the hell
intended?. It was clear that he intended something and I was making.
My patience reached its limit.
The pang of desire that through my chest completely caught me off guard.
I felt a terrible desire to touch, to kiss, to hear his breath mingled with mine. The need to possess
was painful.
Right there.
At that precise moment my eyes fell upon the idyllic scene of children dancing and fluttering with that individual.
Should I break with every right there?. I do not know why it was so difficult. In the beginning was difficult to go with him. Now it was more difficult to stop.
I did not want to tie again, when what had happened.
And I remembered the words of Deb.
I decided it was enough to save the blond guy had to continue making a fool of myself that way.
I went down to the track in front of them, unawares.
dedicating a penetrating gaze, cold and inhumane.

- Hello .- He said the damn unknown, taking the trouble to greet me. Poor fool.

- Get lost .- It was everything I said, still staring at the blond guy whimsical ..

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Brian's voice sounded dry, sharp as steel. The boy who danced with me ran away.
I would win the reputation for having a damn bodyguards watching every one of my steps by Babylon.
But what really amused me.
Brian returned to acting, as always, like an animal stalking his prey. But I was ready for anything.

- What do you want? .- I replied without really paying attention. We all look reasonable grounds for believing in the absurd. I believed in him, not knowing why.
objectivity was enough to prove that love feeds on jealousy, because Brian was out of my hands many times, without But in my arms became ten times more necessary. It was a terrible situation for a man who would not fall in love and for someone who just wanted to get rid of an obsession and go back to being free as before to meet you.

- is true. I accepted in my house because I beat .- I suddenly blurted out, looking for my reaction.
I decided to stare at him and wait.
And Brian continued, letting his voice would open passage between the music of Babylon.

- I do not want you to stay for that. Although we do not think a marriage, because we're not. We are not like the fucking straight. We are not like your parents. And there are a couple of dykes walking down the aisle ... We're queer. And if we're together is because we want to do so. So here, if I'm late, suppose I'm doing what I do. Fucking. And when I get home I will also exactly what you want. Be with you.

Brian was so beautiful as untrustworthy. He received
love as a water plant without thinking.
Apparently there was no reaction in me after hearing him. But the truth is that I went through like lightning, fear was growing even before.
I had to do something.
I did not move, not blink. Just wait until you finish talking, he stared at feigning indifference.
I also knew what he wanted.

- I want things. You can fuck whoever you want. Whenever possible twice. Same for me. And no exchanging names or telephone. Brian

I looked too serious, I would love to read his mind at the time.

- And no matter where you are or what you do. Coming home. At 2.

- At 4 .- replied Brian.

- At 3. One more thing. Do not kiss anyone in the mouth. Just me ...

smiled feeling had finally accomplished something ...

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------------------- Go back to home at 2 ?...¿ at 3? ... Decidedly, the blond guy was so mad night out at a tender age.
was finally agreed that it would be at 3.
was stupid ...
I could not help but smile, that was absurd.
But lovely.
had to see to understand. Lake with her eyes fixed on me, including mockery and challenge.

did not protest.
seem fair I guess.
Those were the rules that always spoke to me ..
His last request was what caught me completely off guard.
I thought for a few seconds.
kiss only him.
Forever.
was always too long .. Feel
only kisses. He
mine.
be the only one capable and entitled to breathe through it.
I liked the idea.
decided in the depths of my pride that I liked the idea.
not answer with words.
just looked into his eyes.
I felt very close to me.
As if part of me.
I kissed him.
An idyll in constant denial. Music from Babylon
drilling my brain, I dropped without reason. Lost
Justin's lips.
A hypnotic and opiate feeling ....

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And a big kiss.
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PETER PAN (8 PORTION OF FIC)

Well I'm back! rather, the fiction does not end here .. I'm rolling a lot. I know .. but ...
First, I'm going crazy with the design of live-bottom, ajajajajajajaja .. can not find anything I like or that I look funny. Asique
muuch funds going to see different, I'm me.
As for what is now the fic .. it is an introduction to the final (one more) .. and I promise some HOT, which is already in the next installment.
I think, and if, in this story Capistrano is one or two more. That
Brian!! always surprised, just had to see it in the fifth season .. and here ..
I leave you with this ..

And finally alone. The house is a mess. Sucks.
smoke cigarettes and cigarette butts, empty glasses, gloves that someone has left, burned candles in a jar, bottles or even lying to leak, a paper bag, gift paper, clay ...
are alone, facing each other.
Brian plays with a cork in a bottle.
looks down, smiles and looks up.
But Justin is too serious, with arms folded, eyes fixed on who is ahead.

- What has meant everything that Brian.

- Will you go? .- Brian bites his finger. In each of their unconscious acts is a hint to the blond.

- Imre?. Or follow the game?. That is the question. The eternal question. I love dramas, the great tragedies ...

- You know. The Greeks themselves who had a cock. See if not all these Greek statues, always naked ... you're an artist, you know what I mean.

- Be the king, the only principal actor. Drawing the attention of all .. for better or for worse. That's what you've always liked. It's all so ridiculous ..

- Defíneme ridiculous.

- is another form of blackmail. Yeah you care.

- should know how much I care ...

- Tell me, Brian. Why this had to come back?.

- I think I'll have coffee. I prepare another and I see that the rest of the night .. promises to be long, tense .. blah blah .. I'd better be prepared. And they have emptied all the bottles. So here, coffee. You know? fattening alcohol and swells much ... how awkward on my part. But what can I do? ..

- Dialogue bream, as always.

- Sorry, I interrupted you.

Brian walks into the kitchen. It moves slowly, insinuating, haunting, provocative. But in reality what is merely a way to hide legs shake that threatens to paralyze any time now. Prepare coffee in silence, without looking up from the black coffee mugs. Justin
notes over to him. Not willing to make your visit to fall, to make their trip a useless and vain.

- Why the hell did that come this?.

- Sugar?.

- try to talk to you, but I see that is impossible. As always.

- Sorry. I'm listening.

- Look at me .. I. .. I had forgotten all this.

- Really?. Blond guy I admire, I admire you.

- got to make my life in New York, a fresh start away from everything. Forget, stop thinking about the why of your actions, your silence ... I stopped waiting, .. I went back to being me. My mind went back to being free.

- Sight ...

- Brian!. And suddenly you appeared, after years of silence and ignoring me. So, without further. You could not with it, right?. I fucked do not come back to you, to be behind you again ..

- Do not you want me? .- Brian leaves the two cups on the bar, crosses his arms and brings his face close to Justin, whispering each word in the ear of the blond.
And Justin feels a slap in the middle right.
not stop loving for one thing. Justin
feel how is losing strength, security and decision. Brian
face always felt belittling, need it urgently. And hate him sometimes.
never average. Brian
feel all that.
desperately wants to comfort him, knows him and knows that its interior is abandoned.
want to take care of him, please him. But no way.
feel now, that come what may, although he accepted, their mutual feelings were too forced, damaged by time.
could have screamed, cried indecision.
do what he asked Justin, from the beginning.
But all is excluded, it is not.
is back to nothing.

- So, then. Will you let me, forever?. Is taking that decision without going back?, Could you do now? .- Question Brian, unbearably beautiful. Unbearably challenging. Eat too afraid to show that what really hurts.

- Let you? .- Justin again be muted. But he knows that something is going on in there and does not want to end .- Let You ... it's funny. I think you never had.

- No?. You have very bad memory, for one so young. I ... I remember that I asked for marriage. But, it seems, it happens every day.

Justin looks at him, there in front of him, with the buttons on his black shirt half open, serious face and exhausted. Tired
.
But look at him so beautiful it hurts.
can see your vulnerability. That
likes.
And remember that it took a bomb for him to tell him I loved him.
Five years and a pump. Brian currently
Justin seems to be a pressing emotional need.
No one in his life meant so much to him.
were lovers, colleagues, friends, with a partner.
Instead of one against the world were two. That was basically
: Brian changed his life, because the share.
But back to the beginning of everything. To make it clear that he could not expect anything from him.
And at once, all his relationships had changed.

- I have not forgotten, Brian. I have not ever forgotten.

- not easy to be committed by halves. Not for someone who has cultivated the talents of deception ..

- That I would have realized in a less emotional night. I think I stand here. Brian do not play. Not participate. I can not go on like this and I will not.

- These memories hurt .. So what?. Did you think when I went to see what I wanted to do was fuck?. Why the old days?. For God's sake, do you give!. . Have not we had enough '. For once, are you unable to understand what I feel?. How can it be?. Justin

feel how your heart bounces on his chest. What has been achieved. Do not know why or how. But he has succeeded.
extends his hand to grab the arm of Brian.
A miscalculation, nerves.
And the blonde one of the cups spilled over Brian.

- Shit, Justin!.

- Sorry ...

- Shit. But .. what's wrong, dammit?!. First the scarf, now .. now .. my shirt!. Damn, pants too!.

- Let it dry, see here ..

- dry myself, how are you going to wipe my pussy?. The coffee and milk will mark. Damn!.

- Sorry, no I did it on purpose. O, surely he was all smiles as Armani .- Justin picks up a cloth coffee bar in the kitchen .- Now I have to buy another shirt and another pair.

- You can not afford it, blondie. You can not.

- That you get for wearing clothes so expensive.

- Sure, that will be. Damn .. yuck. I think I'll shower. If you do not mind, make me as another coffee. Y.. I'll come back.

- You told me that ..

- I have not forgotten what you said ...

Brian Justin leans over and kisses on the mouth.
Everything seems so out of place Justin is incorporated, seeking to make a criticism. Is removed, try separated. But from that time his kisses are like stabs deep, soft and panting. Justin thinks that both have just gone through a terrible fear.

- It should not happen, Brian ..

- But what if it happens?. We still have something to learn from each other. A get together .. maybe. Manner whatsoever.

- What do you think this is the way?.

- I do not know .- Answer Brian, with an expression of humility at once wild, stubborn, desperate .- I guess these things always happen to the losers who fall in love.

And Justin is at that time what should have been much earlier: their relationship had reached a point of maturity at which they were already partially owners of each other.
think that thought horrified them both, because despite his fatigue could no longer back, terrified.

- Take a shower ... You smell like milk. I'll wait here.

Brian's hands tremble when lighting a cigarette. He smiles, takes off his shirt and goes to the shower.

Justin just wants to sit.
surrounds the room, sits on the desk of Brian, in front of the computer.
He rubs his eyes, he knows he has opened the way to the dense jungles in the heart of Brian.
again. Search
tissue paper, coffee has left sticky hands.
looking for papers and books, opened several drawers.
And one of them observed three years before him: thousands of photos of her in New York, clippings, interviews and magazine covers of the New Yorker his art, criticism of their statements, drawings and sketches that he sent no response to Brian, his letters from New York, tickets for their shows ..
all there, stored, carefully preserved and remembered.
The drawer full of photos and clippings, drawings, letters .. his name .. the drawer and everything around it completely belongs to Justin ...


- I'm in love with you ...


continue.

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CONGRATULATIONS PETER PAN (7 PORTION OF FIC) Fic

wanted hang and finish, but still I have not. So here I put what I have written nowadays. .. It's like an introduction at the end of fic.
not take longer wanted to hang something.
This part really is .. rare, rare ..
you like.
A kiss.

That leaves you in absolute ruin. Justin
merely greeted coolly in front of everyone.
He gives a gift, do not expect Brian to open it.

- A silk scarf ... yours died. Or that was the last I heard from you ... .- Add to smile while hollow form.

Goes to the table where they are all free to believe what they see. Do not react until you are right in front, just centimeters.
All rise for a jump, approach him, they kiss. We hug, cry, take you to the ground, scrambling to talk to him, be with her time recovering.

- Wow, I thought the birthday was me ...

Brian remains in a corner of the room, leaning on a colum. Contemplate in silence, his eyes roam every moment and every space in which the blond moves to invade all over again.

- Thank you for your invitation, Brian .- Justin says suddenly, out loud. Looking for a way to spit out each syllable within.

- How?.

- You know. The invitation ..

- Bullshit. There is no such invitation.

- Does he need an invitation to come?.

- Shut up Mel!. He knows what he needs and wants. Which is, where it goes .. I'll get more wine.

- You have not enough bebeido and Brian?

- do not Linds at all. Brian

Justin served another drink while you glares.
Someone lights a candle in the room and everyone sings happy birthday.

- Thanks .. especially by pretending that none of you are uncomfortable now.

- I do not pretend to answer Justin Brian .- challenging him with his eyes.

- Dad, but you do not keep a year. There is only one candle.

- Go Sonny Boy, but it is a very large candle .. Brian

smiles to himself.
definitely want to walk next to Justin. Want give up, want to take it without warning in his arms, kiss you, hug you. Tell
you want.
we always did.
And always will.
Shit ... you do all this in front of everyone. Silencing
so their own voices, the voices of Mel. Forgetting
forever drunkenness and sex unknown empty.
is absurd, but beautiful.
And instead, is only capable of feeling angry, violent, tangled his tongue in his mouth, spitting mad about the first thing that crosses her mind.

drink wine.
The firelight reflected metallic gray, green and orange in the room.
faces laugh, chat, drink, talk at a time. The wine has triggered
languages, all have put heat jackets and lay them on the corners. Brian
look at Justin, looking for every moment with his eyes. Justin
returns every eye.
And the rest do not seem to want to notice anything.
Brian goes through his hand, rubs his arm with hers.

- All right, love?

- All right, devil ...

- not expecting you

- Brian That is grace.

- A you've been?. Would you ever persecute and torture me for my sins and mistakes?.

- I ... well, I'm learning from you. This seemed like a good idea birthday. And all that.

- Stop your shit.

- Only you can appear out of nowhere?.

- I do not want antics, blond guy.

- just wanted to torture you a little, as you are to me. Appear out of nowhere, to be by your side, without Rozart if you want. And send fuck later. Forever. Forever.

- Do it.

- And you say goodbye forever. Only you.

- Do ..

- Putting an end to it, once.

- Do Sunshine. Do it.

- Fuck you! I come to see them .. I will go home within hours of my mother. And tomorrow back to New York.

- It seems a perfect plan ...

- Daddy, Daddy! , I came

- Dad is talking.

- For me, we're done. Gus, Where's your glass?.

- I broke, do not want more orange. I came.

- Do not want to end now as your father?.

- See how things you say to the child.

- Surely you're used to. Come on Gus, come with me.


Brian smiles.
you like to see Justin there, though it is destroying the nerves and reason.
you like to see you Gus. Justin
will speak with Deb as she used something to Gus in a small glass of plastic. Gus
Justin smiles and kisses away from there quickly and very happy.

- Great, now my son drunk Whispers .- Brian.

again separated.
But together.
I love.
my God, it almost hurts. Brian
not want this to end.
not the party, but love. He is destroying the damn nerves.
would die for him.
Conjurer. He has conjured up all that.


- Are you okay? .- Le whispers Linds.

- Perfectly.

- you do me a favor?.

- Depends.

- Yes or no ...

- What if I say yes?.

- I would pull the River.

- Do not, Wendy.

- So what will you do me a favor? .. Do it for me ...

- Oops, blackmail.

- Sal from within, Brian. Leave shrinking. Grow up, Peter. Grows. Do not you see?. You have one more chance ..

- How do I do?.

- You're doing it. Shame not to see your face since Justin has come through that door. Linds

smiles, grabs Brian's face in his hands, kisses him gently on the lips and supports his forehead on his.


- Honey is a great party says Deb .- .- The idea and everything was fabulous.

A hand on his arm.
Justin's hand looks in silence.
Le slashing.
Damn brat, you said you would not even grazed my ...

wine is being finalized.
Michael out of the kitchen two trays of chocolate chip cookies. Gus and JR
scream of joy and pounce on the tray.

- Great, Sonny Boy already drunk mumbles .- Brian.

cookies disappear in minutes. All
take two or three. Good
party.

Justin, by the table, grab a biscuit and chew with delight while watching Brian. And the dark
throws a kiss on the air.

People begin to collect their belongings.
is late, children they sleep and are nervous.
Brian meets Justin's eyes, we need.
Go away now. Begone
all and ...

- Thanks for coming .- Brian exclaims high.

Kiss and hugs Gus JR.
the rest are dismissed.

- I'm glad you've come. Thanks. But I need that you may be now. Because I need to be with Justin. If he wants. If he still wants it. I need it.

- The brain never worked well, Brian.

- Have you forgiven me for what I did so horrible?. At least in part?. Or have you begun to forgive me?.

all look as they collect their coats in silence.

- Brian, it's rude to leave without saying goodbye. I do not know if I can ..

- What about love?.

- What about love?. Is not it all a mix of sex, hatred, passion, egotism, ambition, calculation?.

- Is it?.

- I do not know Brian. I ask you.

- It's just a mental attitude who prevents ...

His heart is pounding and not the effects of wine.

- Really Brian?.

- makes many worthwhile things. Or so they say.

- What kind of things?.

- Breathing, for example. You do me a favor?.

- What?.

- stay here tonight.

Justin looks at his empty glass. After looking at all.
Parce so funny ..
a response.
knows what he wants, it is beyond doubt.
sleep with him, naked, all night.
But that is not love. Brian
is incapable of love.
is violent passion seizes breath, blood by beating frantically.
is a sexual hand tightening.

- Justin ...- Says Brian, still without moving and the eyes of everyone. Examiners
With eyes, brown, changing. Caps.
And too beautiful. Justin

can not react. Brian declaring
?. And with public
?.
not want to suffer more.
just wanted to see him, blame his actions once again.
But without the use of words.
Record Straight and leave. Make him suffer
him.

was not prepared for that.
All you have to do is protect your heart.
say no.
tongue against the palate, the monosyllable easier. He would not preclude
could not prevent the march.
He was master of himself.
Or was it.

- If you want me says Justin is finally .- .- I'll stay.

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Treatment (Part I)

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