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CONGRATULATIONS PETER PAN (11 PART)

I have not been able to avoid .. last night I was meditating and I came to write a sprig to mind ...
And today I decide to pass it, because I miss writing stuff. The truth.
I already notice that it's no big thing, and something bad enough shortie .. but hey, I hang up.
more things I have thought, because now Brian is going to disappear .. jiji, Ted will leave panties and is going to roll in New York .. but that for the next capital, ajajajaajajajajaja.
are you going to kill me, I hope you do not already heavy fic and this traveling, painting, pose, etc. .. .. rare talks Besosssssssss.

was as if he had been bitten by a snake. "So you see often? .- Brian thought. That individual, an amount of vulgarity that swarms of its exhibits .. was his agent.
What absurd jealousy. But jealousy arising from the imagination of a lover .. embroider the absurd and ridiculous.
Brian begins to feel sick of everything, not to understand his own actions.
What are you doing there?.
does not sleep all night, looks to the blonde lying beside him, sleeping beauty with pale skin and painfully desired.
stroked her hair, Justin breathing softly with her eyes closed and Brian again feel like going there, not to leave, never to return, to end all at once.
Each with his life.
As should be three years ago.
But it is not able to move from there, can only kiss her neck and take your warm hand on cock of Justin. This groan, shake, wake up and they lose sleep together.

The next morning Brian gets up early, shower and prepare breakfast almost before Justin awake. Then, after breakfast called Ted. This prompted
what time is your flight to Pittsburgh and Brian says it is not until the evening. Ted
asks in a tone of casual and cool:

- Are you okay?. Do not you feel bad or anything? "No relapse of yours ..?.
And Brian says with the same tone of voice: "I'm fine
, querido.Hasta morning.

Then Brian and Justin go shopping. Buy enough to eat and newspapers on Sunday more bottles of wine and napkins. Several types
stop to Justin on the street, congratulate him for his work, he recognized from the interviews and reviews of art. Justin is very polite and attentive to them. Brian
look at it from the very remoteness that he creates between them. She smiles at him so animated, so warm and perfect.
a great day yesterday, with a gentle wind and clouds directs traffic in front of the sun, and when they return they sit on the balcony in the sun in a couple of folding chairs. Do not talk much. Justin
making tea cream flavor and smell and taste are delicious in the air warmed by the faint rays of sunlight. Barely
no movement in the city and All cranes are silent. It's like being in a strange city, my miles of Pittsburgh.

- It's strange, I never imagined New York as quiet.
- Sunday. Here people live very stressed, have only 8 days holiday a year. Is not it amazing?.
- Well .. as you look. Ah, the work exhausting but is a damn blessing.
- Brian, you have to go .. tonight.
- I booked the flight.
-Anúlalo.
- I will not.
- Why do not you come with me to other sites?.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.
- Ted count on me. I have a lot of work. I am a businessman, blond guy. In many large businesses.
- Let him tell, is accounting. Fuck work.
- Nice. What is impractical, how absurd.
- Sorry .. I am afraid. And I hate it. Damn Brian.
- what?. "The silence of New York?. No wonder, must be rare so calmly.
- The same as you. Where does this leave us?. What the hell are we doing?.
- What?. Can not you be even a minute without asking questions. Let it be, simply.
- Better not ask more. All this talk of a mundane and trivial level until there is no feeling.
- Do not think I have U.S. What you think of your own?.
- That I have fear. Lately I turn your body just will not hear your own opinion.
- Now that analyzes art thou ..
- Have shaken Bri. Are you cold?.
- at all, thanks.

eat on the roof, some cold chicken, cheese, grapes and wine. They drink too much wine. Do not get drunk, but the feeling of being reckless, relaxed, cheerful, happy and carefree is foreign to them.
Everything amuses them, laugh and love with their eyes. And the sun is warm and sweet wine.

- Let me paint you.
- Again?. But if you have not finished my piso.Olvídalo box, it is torture to be naked without doing anything.
- Let me start another different picture here. Qiue paint you different. So, there's a reason that I return to you and you coming back to me .. Complete both boxes.
- Go fuck reason.
- Come Bri.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, yeah. What's wrong?.
- others may see it when completed. Maybe Peter, maybe people want to know .. go figure. Well, it would be good way of Buddha ..
- Shut up. I will not be seen. I promise to give it to you if you want. And you can break it. Because in your drawer will not go .. Cajones.No
"Enough.
- Why not?. Please.
- Do not you get tired of paint?. Sure you have models young and beautiful bodies.
- No. Never. I could paint you up with your eyes closed. Every corner, every curve, every inch of your body.
- Then you do not need to pose.
- I do not need. I wish.

Brian stares at Justin, kisses his lips and smiles. Brian believes lose your head, perhaps because of the wine.

- blond guy Look, the sun is hiding and the light is not as good in an hour .- .- Prepare Brian gets up your stuff, right?. Justin

stumbles upon exiting. Maybe so
paint better, slightly drunk and inflamed with desire.
Brian tries to think he is different. Want to be different, like a picture different. Embalms this time.
Food, wine, love, sex, sun and no thinking.
not want to think. But the blond guy constantly forces him to do so. Yes Love

What about love?. Brian sorry, but do not know what to do with it.
If one could remain so, separating the upper crust brain, putting it on a shelf and letting all the physical drives are brought to the right place.
Some people, like Brian, and spend his life.
and make a real mess.
Brian knows that he always had control of everything, but he was always out of control.
"There was no adequate means to avoid had to be neither too civilized or too wild?. It was agony
control everything, to know the name of everything. Go
brain, leave me alone.

Asique when Justin called, his face taut and his eyes heavy with wine and says it is ready, trying not to stumble Brian enters.
He sits on the stool and Justin takes the clothes.

"Great. This is .. great.
- Brian, trying to control it a little.
- Yeah, right .. of course ..
Le wraps the waist and legs with a crimson cloth, kisses him and gives him a warm glass of wine to drink. Brian
Justin takes a sip and start drawing.
But not right.
Her hand shakes. Maybe they are so five minutes. Justin
scribbled lines, laughs alone without knowing why. Want
mourn. But never before him.
is about to move Brian's neck. This gives the glass to Justin to drink, drink and hold it with his hand so insecure that pours wine Brian's chest. Brian
smiles, lets you lean back and the glass and the wine spilled all over, down the arms and hands as soft Brian blood.

- Oh, Brian. Look, it seems you've taken purple hearts .- laughs Justin, meaningless.
- Let's leave Justin.

After that, as I knew from the beginning, the painting is finished. That

night Brian leaves a phone message telling Ted that has changed their plans. Not
pittsburgh again that day.

- His studio is next to a river, you know Theodore?. Yes, a river with boats to lejos.Confío you, you will make a great campaign. I heed your words. I take a break. Tell Michael that ... do not say anything.

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Hi, since you only want to leave a little message to tell you that I have not forgotten the Live, the fic neither of you @ s. That
miss you !!!!!!!!!! I miss read your comments or post my fics!.
But I've been very busy few weeks ..

A week of gigs, classes, practices .. and I have no time for me! is impossible. I miss so many things I did before I can not now.
To all this we add the exams.
About Peter Pan fic, because I've only written one side of a page .. the muse has deserted me and I have not esque .. time to meet her.
But I promise I'm on it and that inspires me about something, whatever, I shaped it and I will hang up.
not forget me, please! I will return. I am saying goodbye
esque .. and I have opened a window with the first part of Street Time and Gale have I heard say this: I understand ...
And my little sanity for today .. decided ayns me .. .. what little pain I ...
I leave now, the window is off me.
That everything you do very, very well.
Besossssssssssssssssss.

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CONGRATULATIONS PETER PAN (10 matches)

At this time is the parade of the Kings. House I notice this happening .. and that is bad moo. But writing is good therapy and I take to do so by day 8 gigs .. that now. I hope the kings
behave well with everyone and enjoy a bit with the continuation of the fic. This time is longer than usual. HAPPY NIGHT OF KINGS
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

was in Ireland. His name was Peter. He was 30 years, measured a seventy and was brown with blue eyes, and painted six times. By the way, it happened, it was who organized the exhibition.
A small simple and accidental event that the penalty was not worth mentioning.
swallows poison, it does not mean anything.
What did you see the jealousy and hatred with small strokes?. Brian Kinney does not bother him at all, no blood was pounding and he froze his heart, raising the passion and pain. It was fun, fun, fun.
He saw them together in one of the exhibitions, by far. Justin Peter
hugged him sususrraba to ear, blonde laughed. Peter smelled the neck, put him though tie, kissed his lips.

- Well, gently kiss him twenty times, youth is not lasting. Brian thought ...- are adorable to see them, minutes before he went away without leaving evidence of their presence and essence in the gallery. Brian
think about it, has Justin slept beside him, hugs him from behind her long, strong arm around her waist.
The blond sleeping, grabbed his hand, perhaps not escape again.
But awakes to note the concern of Brian and sighs in his neck.

- Brian You okay?.

- I'm fine.

Not a word the next morning, just looks and smiles. Smell of coffee.
Brian gets up first and try to sort something that chaos before Justin awoke. And when he wakes
says that you have a headache and that he would buy the Sunday papers.
Half an hour later, Justin is back with two newspapers and some breakfast.

- It's dinner. You should have seen the faces of everyone. Things were dying to ask, to know details.

- I bet my ass for it. What you told that ...

- That the years I have become someone lovely, romantic, different talker ... .. without losing your essence Kinney.

- And you have answered that ...

- They laughed all.

- Ya. Rain

decide not to leave. Brian
reviews his gifts: a pot of Ted and Emmett, expensive perfume Michael and Ben, shoes and tie Linds and Mel .. vases, Deb and Carl frightening. JR's drawings, the agenda and clay figures of Gus ...
And Justin, his best gift.
knock on the door, Brian gets up, opens and Justin hears the voice of a stranger.
Steps.
It faces to see.

- Hello.

-Hi .- Brian says the guy who just entered. Known. Justin looks at every detail supported column .- What do you want? .- Brian's voice is hollow, empty, hard.

- The other day I left the belt.

- No kidding ... are you coming for a fucking belt?.

- Stephen.

- What?.

- My name is Stephen.

- Ah, yes, that. Stephen. Well, I have no idea where your fucking belt.

- Too bad you're so ... unbearable. Fuck like God, I'm still exhausted.

- Yes, me too. But I think for other reasons .. Lárgaaaate ...- Brian lengthens each other, opening her mouth and eyes.

- Hello .- Justin's voice sounds very close and both turn and look at him .- I think this is your belt. Brian's are ... much more expensive.

- Who are you?.

- Add Brian ..- right annoying at all and looking again at the intruder .- Who the hell are you to ask him that who he is. What do you care?. Grab your belt and go tacky. O Hang yourself with it.

- My name is Justin.

- Stephen. Both

shake hands before the incredulous eyes of Brian.

- Please forgive Brian. It has always been very good in bed, bestial. But out of it .. still have the touch on the tip of the cock.

Brian looks at Justin and want to kiss her without pity.

- You're his new pickup?.

- My new pickup? .. That .. they are pathetic. He is more than that. Get out!. And do not come back, dammit! .- Brian makes Stephen walks to the door and closes it in his face.

- How are you so edge, Bri?. He was handsome.

- And I guess will remain so, unless he has died before reaching the street. It was a bad experience ... you wanted to do a threesome with him, or ..?.

- I see you're still repeating the same, eh?.

- And you do not, right?.

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On Monday the agency is a day of work, a lot of work. Brian stays late in his office, remains deliberately until Ted gets his face warm.

- Chief, the guards are about to come.

- Theodore Okay, fine.

- Are you sure you do not want to cancel?.

- Abort what?. I feel very well. Better than ever.

- The meeting tomorrow. You worked hard in recent weeks. Everything is ready for the season. You can afford to relax, I'll do the rest.

- So, all of a sudden, your idea seems bright .. but ... I will come.

- Good. See ... your papers are a disaster, are you right? .- Ted check the table covered with papers of Brian. Was put into a suitcase without opening any suspicious correspondence .- A whole trunk of Brian administrative negligence. You could paper the walls with expired correspondence, invoices, notifications ...

- Mmmm .. spoke in accounting .- Brian answers his chin in his hands, staring at a point somewhere in the office .- Ted, I have the impression that you are rajarte with this campaign.

- I will not throw myself into the jaws of the wolf to give the impression that I was not deflated. But I'll be here.

- I also appreciate my skin, I do not like money from heaven. We all know that tomorrow will release true atrocities, and to the whole world, there will be witnesses.

- obviously ... if you head to release atrocities .. Ah, I'll have the bad taste to ask what happened the other night ..

- You can go Theodore. Go to bed. And thanks for everything you have done a good job.

- Well, well. But go away in ten minutes you too. Rest. If you want, go with you. I wait outside.

- You mean to take you home ..

- always break the charm, Brian .- Ted sees Brian smiles and disappears through the glass door. Lanza
weary sigh and puts his fingers to his temples.
Monday, is Monday. Even
Justin has the smell permeating your senses.
not fired.
As always.
Monday and already miss him.
is looking forward to that day cease to exist, to live in an eternal Sabdo.
You wonder how it will be capable of that, living just waiting for the Saturday and Sunday. Think
.

is like going to exist, there is no day for him. Not anymore. We believe
lost to love, to the great feelings, to believe in it, to find the soul mate. But years go by, then doubt and one day, we meet Justin ...

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- Yes, I have the box for the day 8. Well.

Justin uelga the phone, contemplates his apartment and feel like a walk in New York.

Wednesday. Even Wednesday.

three days ago was with him. They decided to go to the movies before you fly.

Justin wanted to appear on the new Babylon, but Brian said he would have more chances. I wanted to go somewhere quieter.

A strange film classic. At first Justin

could not follow because I was thinking about what happened and the solution should take when finished, but when it seemed that followed was his own life. A sense of lost youth infinity, fading memories in the past, the sound of dead voices, the echo of laughter seemed to fill and flood your memories.

felt the loss of a rich emotional life that had never really belonged. Do not shed tears at the end but there were tears in his heart.

When completed were slowly towards the exit, in the midst of the crowd.

The corvette.

The same smell of petrol, leather and paint.

The same curves and trepidation.

moderate speed. Justin

felt like talk about the film, everything that was going through her mind but did not for fear of not understand him.

Tell you what was, to say that a tragedy of that caliber had a liberating effect on tired and distorted emotions.

But he did not speak.

- Will you do me a favor, Bri?.

- What?.

- Dame chance to complete your table. No need to tie yourself. But I'm confused and is hell to be confused.

- Yes ... but I thought I had cleared and your head ... I make me more pictures.

- Thanks .. thanks ..

And they kissed. Justin got out, grabbed his bag and left.

did not accompany him to the airport. A few steps walked, turned.

Brian sat in his corvette and smoking a cigarette.

froze its image. --------------------------------------------

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Then came Saturday.

Brian puts on a pair of tight pants I had bought in France months ago. They rent

skating boots and down to the track. Justin insists

Brian put his boots. Some of the intimacy of the painting session last weekend still continued.

Justin takes off his shoes and puts his boots with a sock over the inside to prevent rubbing, and then when you finish putting on his own, Brian helps her up.

The Brown limps to the edge of the track.

His face is red even before start.

feel that everyone there will look and laugh at him while placing a frightened and unstable ice skating.

Despite the guise of Brian pants imagine they look pretty good, and hates to Justin for this terrible situation.

- Damn, look at all What the hell?.

- We Bri. Seeing things. Nobody looks at you.

- sure they are thinking, look, there goes an old roller skating y. .- Before the end of phrase, a man with white hair and agile enough to skate crosses paths with the scrutinizing gaze. Brian looks at him, emits a laugh .- Justin Oh, sorry, Lord.

- Brian Come, come.

- I are looking at all!. I'm being ridiculous.

- you going. Will be for those pants, you're checking everything .. Do not think you're going to slip, right?. Just try to put up with and Grab my .- says Justin.

- What if I fall?.

- I'll catch.

- That's good, Sunshine. We will fall both.

Justin is at your side and starts with the left foot.

Brian's right leg wants to go off at once, lower left, slide to the side and the two fall to the ground.

Brian curses deep in his being, but says nothing. After all should not be angry with him again but himself for being so unspeakably dumb. It feels like a silly teenager.

But all is for its blond artist porcelain skin and eyes of the lake.

test again and again fall on the track.

- Well .- says Justin, the idiot .- re-test, this time almost did it.

- almost?. Damn Justin, I'm sick, I hurt my ass. I want to sit.

- Come on, you can.

At the seventh attempt, said Brian breathlessly

- Let me go, it is not possible!. .. For the love of me go, Justin!. Follow your own.

- Brian, please. You know the illusion that all this makes me.

- Skate "?," Torture?, "Do you make a fool of himself almost in the middle of Times Square New York?. And you can laugh at ease, no need to hold back laughter. It shows.

- Forget the other, since when you have imported?. If you think this is very nice. Romantic.

- a shit, shit! .- Brian raises an arm, stumbles and falls down. Justin

holds it strong and support stand.

"You fall down a thousand times, I'll be here to stand up. As much as protest, whine or kicking. I do not mind. You know what I'm stubborn. Again, to see if we are lucky. Only once. I thought I got it. Nobody looks.

Brian bites his lip and starts again.

This time start to go well. The body has already been done and modeling of Justin is like a rock against his.

begin to give a lap. Almost

give a full turn, until one guy who makes crosses watching and caught hastily depart the rail.

- Moron! .- Grita Brian.

- See? Justin replied .- .- You did it!. If that idiot had not put in the middle would have gone non-stop!.

back and start breathing again.

And this time it really well. Two laps

hesitantly but not falling. Brian

strong grabs the arm of Justin and he shows you how to turn to get a curve.

And they succeed. Brian Burns

all, has his hands in hers.

But her triumph is so real it could have been celebrating a feat that had held him Justin is laughing.

is happy.

They sit, rest and then try again. Again

smoothly. Dan

six laps before giving up and going for coffee and snacks in the cafeteria.

- Well. "says Justin .-'ve seen it. It is perfectly possible. And the next time even easier.

- No next time! .- Brian says, knowing that do have and that he knew .- All looked at me.

- That is how beautiful you are .- Justin fucks her hand, touching it felt as if every bone separately .- But still there will be other things in his time. We could ... make a trip away and exotic.

Brian tries not to disappoint.

know it's useless.

Also at that time in no mood to disappoint. Tomorrow

have both legs straight, but feel ridiculously happy while Justin looks at him.

And very well, so good, so good, so good ..

It feels like someone has come to ride on a cold and windy morning. Tired but relaxed, pounding the skin, with appetite, lung full of air, alive, alive, alive.

Justin looks at him and smiles that smile that covers everything very crooked and very beautiful.

"I need you again.

"Oh, God, keep still Brian. Not here.

- You riñéndome me or God? "Do not mess around

. Enjoy the day.

- I want to enjoy yourself.

"Another time, another time. Do not talk. Let it be. Wait, God, Brian still!.

- Why God?, Again? Did you become Catholic, religious ...

-I, no. Nada.Recuerda I'm not the man in the work of Shaw: I believe in Michelangelo and Rembrandt, in the power of design .. in the mystery of color, the redemption of all things, enduring beauty. Amen .. Something. This is quite similar to my beliefs, despite not doing anything good!.

"This is already believe much, honey. It's a whole religion.

- Honey?. Okay, you convinced me. Returning to the apartment.

Just be.

Exist.

Just live.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008 CONGRATULATIONS

wanted to open this post just to wish you a happy new year. We already know everything you always want at this time etc etc. .. but I do sincerely hope and wish that all your dreams come true, that manage to be very happy and everything you want. I wish him well and thank you for receiving me so well here, me and my stories.
long time I hope to be here, sharing muuch things and know you better little by little ...

Sometimes I think .. gee, and all thanks to a series! And yes, thanks to a series of great people I met.
say one last thing, something I've been thinking these days ... if you love someone, if you want someone with your strength .. toode not hesitate to tell as many times as necessary. Of course do not give that person already knows.
seems silly but .. it is my aim for this year.
Sometimes things happen that make us think about all this. Brian And if she needed a pump to recognize and say ... something similar happened to me.
That I'm already a big hug and HAPPY YEAR inmensoooooo TOD @ S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!