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 ..
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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