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.
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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