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
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
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. --------------------------------------------
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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