PETER PAN (14 PART)
I'm back with another part of the fic !!!!!!!!!! much earlier and longer than others !!!!!!!! longer part of the fic, huh? .. to see what we think at this point jjii. Saturday, March 22, 2008
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And yes, I am afraid that this fic will end soon, in the next release or so.
But back with more stories, of course!
muyy I send a big kiss, thanks for everything, you're great !!!!!!!!!!!!!.
you like, fingers crossed ..
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Justin looks from one side to another, looking around for something to cover the body of Brian. Cheeks are burning with anger and dismay. You may notice the disapproving gaze of Peter and demanding about it. Just as the drool falling from the mouth of another type that does not stop looking at Brian's body up and down.
- All right, this is already now ... .. this is only
hand a pad and that seems even more ridiculous . Feel like huge giant kick in the ass perfect and compact.
- Brian, please get dressed. Enough is enough.
- You have to get good to our guests.
- Nude?
- Come in, come in, do not stay out there .- Answer Brian closed the door once they are all within .- Here we are four. I guess every one of you has come to see one of us. How beautiful!.
- Brian! Do you view at once!. What the hell are you doing still standing there, naked? How to open my door like this? Are you crazy? .- Ask Justin stressing much my word.
- I do not molesta.-Add Adrian, all eyes and smiles to Brian's body.
- I do not know, Jus. I am confused, I admit it .. but when I realized it was too late.
- heavens! .- Says Peter at last.
- Sometimes .. I'm confused, confused, sometimes I do things and do not know why I do. Is not it terrible? .- Look very hard at Adrian .- In any case, two of those present and me have you seen naked before. Peter was not to be outdone, are you Pet? .- He winks and notice how Justin shoves him trying to rescue Peter from there.
- I. .. I just came to ... to Justin to see .. to show me the pictures that he has finally decided to exhibit tomorrow.
- and we will do .- Replica Justin as he grabs his arm before the eyes mocking and questioning of Brian Peter .- Come, come into the room. Let them here.
- Justin bye, my love .- Brian says goodbye to them by hand and when he loses sight of his grin instantly disappears from his face .- What have you been? .- Question as he stands above a strange robe in one of the hall closet.
- Let's see how you were.
- Well, you can go.
- Last night I gave that impression ..
- What Fuck you.
- Let me rest a bit before .. Brian ..
- What?.
- You could be kinder to the person to fuck for hours, and then the person who brought you home rather than leave lying around.
- Oh, thank you for preventing me from abusing others, of a poor, crippled man out .. They say the streets of New York are very, very, very afraid .- Brian whispers while flashing many times. - Sorry, thanks. You can go now.
- Do you often do last night?.
- What? "Sucking dick?. No, usually backwards again .- Brian arrogant answer while opening the door and Adrian will guide to it.
- Yes ... and call all the telephones of all homes to find your way .. y.. Open the door naked .. if I had a guy who opened the door naked .. not dedicate yourself to fuck it all so while he waits all night stuck at home.
- You know what the hell?. You have to go.
- Do not fuck, you little asshole. I know what I mean. And I've seen how you look.
- Consumption over last night. Is your business?.
- Beware, I hope we meet again. You know where I am. Adrian
and goes through a bizarre forgetfulness spirit. Justin is in the room, with Peter cretin.
And there he goes. But before you decide to dress in the best possible way, as siempre.Impecable.
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me. . I regret what happened .. everything has an explanation, I'm sure. And believe me. I'm dying to hear it.
"I see those pictures. Nothing more. If you are so kind to cash them placed one by one on the stand, I sit here. There is good light. Justin Asique
undo the package where and was ready, drop the brown paper and string to the floor, take the first frame and place it on the stand. His face expressionless, until Brian sees shiny dress, with her expensive perfume, appear again through the door. And something deep inside him beats very, very strong.
- Yo .. and I was responsible for Adrian ... is called so? .. Yes. I'll go buy something to eat. You know, food and shopping redundant. Six different breads, smoked salmon, a can of sour cream and turkey .- Brian says as he begins to don his black jacket leather.
- Peter Brian .. if you do not mind, I would like you to stay here now.
Peter grunted yes and Brian returns to take off his jacket while sitting very close to them and without a word. Without taking his eyes off her blond artist, without being able to calm the anger that good old Peter provoked. Without getting forget the kiss under the black sky of Manhattan. Decides
watch very carefully, without them realizing it.
Could appeal to that damn idiot, he, too, before his blond guy.
A painting full of light and abstract shapes in the foreground ..
- Yes, says Peter thoughtfully.
- Do you smoke? Question .- Brian.
- No, thanks.
"How healthy.
is silence, Brian biting its tongue that burns and Justin put the second box. It is the inside of his study, cluttered with things that are usually there, pads, brushes, magazines. The light coming through the window, falling sideways, intelligently, think Brian. You see the dust in it.
- If .- says Peter .- Yes, I see what you mean there. Justin
low the first two frames and rests against the legs of a chair. Everything that surrounds you in this room are the shadows of other people, demanding rivals, accusatory. Justin placed third. A much more dark, almost without color, made in black and metallic gray. Look at Peter and Brian then look at her. He smokes with the tired look.
space remains on the stand for the fourth frame, and placed next to a portrait of Brian.
- This is not finished. Need some more sessions .. but .. well .. .. I thought that many artists exhibit their work unfinished. I think ..
You hear a screech of brakes on the outside and the sound of a beep. Peter looks up absently.
- This traffic .- Brian says breaking the silence, looking very intently at Justin.
- Well, Justin .- says Peter .- You want to speak to you frankly. These tables do not fall into my style. Neither style of morning exposure. Better look more appropriate four to complete the collection. And by God, forget about the unfinished portrait .- Look for Brian so stupid .- Do not talk about the current fashion, I know you like to go against the tide. I refer to the development of technology, understanding of technology. That's ... frames. They are neither better nor worse than hundreds of others out there. But in reality, Justin, are paintings .. as I understand the word. The better you.
- Well .- .- Brian says it's been pretty straightforward, huh?. But I wonder .. what do you mean .. pardon me .. tute for painting?.
- Shut Brian.
- Justin, in this country there are hundreds, thousands of amateur painters who paint for his own personal pleasure. But that is very different from the professional who has something more to say.
- Do not like the portrait?.
- I Que.es-turns to look at Brian. "The portrait is more meaningful. But it .. romantic. Addressed in a way outdated. And the landscape .. smell the seaweed, oil and smoke?. It is the work of an illustrator, not an artist like you. Choose another. I do not think New York galleries are the place for these pictures of amateur.
- Well, thank Justin says sternly .- .- Thank you for cheating me out of my Peter. In every way.
And Brian understands that after all that there is much, much more.
- Sorry Peter .- Add in a comprehensive way .- There are too many people he paints. You're different, you have to keep up with your four best works. And I know these are not.
- You mean .. there are too many people who are serious answers .- Brian furious.
- Well, anyway I'm glad to have come out of deception. Peter y. .. I'm tired.
- If I'm going. Rest and get to it soon, this afternoon. We have little time. I'll call you tonight and come back with what you have.
- And if you do not like the others you choose?.
- sure others like me.
Brian and Justin again left alone at last. Justin picks up his paintings without a word.
- Definitely, do not recognize the genius, that's what happens.
- Let Brian. Let. .. It's just that as he saw your picture .. and everything is fucked.
- for some specific reason ..?
- I ... no, no.
- Come here.
approaches, buries her head on his shoulder and tightened, and recognize each other after separation, as if seeking solace after the disappointment, mutual protection against the hostility of the world.
- Brian We need to talk.
- This portrait in a few years .. will be in the MOMA or the Louvre. And is called the Mona Kinney, and beginners to sit around trying to get the secret of his strange smile, you know. And you poor in your pit, you can not tell. And I do not. But it will be our secret, our smile, your picture perfect. A cup of tea?.
- Whatever you say.
- What's he doing now Ted?. I appropriated the free time left over to another and now a fucking blue boy is looking at me .- Add Brian as he walks stealthily through the room, barefoot and beautiful into the kitchen ready to make tea. With its odd smile ..
- What fucking little boy blue?
- For you, of course.
Justin can not help but smile and forget a moment her anger at Brian, what happened the night before, the antics of hours ago at the door, Peter artistic vengeance, yet his conversation with Brian, her discomfort.
And there are the two once again. Always both. Brian trying to encourage, comfort not want to admit it, rocking back in his arms with just looking at it.
- Justin, I know I need to talk. I know.
- If .- Justin emerging afraid to hear those words, looking at the strange look of Brian .- When you go .. maybe take a trip alone. It may be that Rome, Paris .. Europe. Business. You may need time to think. Take another course.
- .- Brian I feel a dark and heavy cloud falling on it .- Can you afford it?.
- If someone will sell these pictures or any other ..
Brian opens the fridge, takes out a carton of milk and a sip directly from the container. Try to think, say something witty, imporatancia take everything.
But it can only sigh, re-save the milk carton and close the bar in silence.
With lights on and curtains drawn leaving out the damp and cold morning neighborhood.
Justin goes to him, grabs him from behind, sinking her head on his shoulder, pressed closer to him and feels immensely secure.
seek Him to speak to him in silence again. Once again, their bodies long before speaking than the words.
No, do not need words. Brian remains so for a moment, feeling the warmth of her blond artist against him, his heart on his back. He turns and begins to kiss him. Justin knew he was going to do and waited.
Drink something in the room and Brian returns to the kitchen to wash the cups. After a while you hear a thud, out of there and find Justin breaking his canvases. The room
three chairs with backs that stand the long stretches of wood.
is impaling their webs beat on that, so that each chair is topped by a broken box in its wooden backrest.
His unfinished portrait still remains intact.
- Justin! No! For! .- Grita Brian.
does not seem very angry when he grabs my arm.
He scratches his head and then moves to unwind. The table holds in her hand resignedly throws him across the room and lands next to the door.
- Fuck. I have to show my bad mood, right?.
- But it is OK to do that.
- And what is it Brian? "You know?.
- It is only the opinion of a moron.
- .. I a fool who gives me food .. y..
- Forget it, forget it .- Brian leans over and kisses him, hard, in that way as you, and it feels so great Justin embraces him, returning the kiss, clinging to him as if his life depended on it. Brian
pushes him against the wall, he lifted his hips, throwing increasingly trapped him against the cold wall and smooth. The tingling in your blood becomes a crackling, burning under a of the skin which makes it squirm. Justin
accept it, is absorbed with the look and makes it his own.
as can be stripped and notices Justin thickness between the thighs and behind. Brian pushed very hard into it, hot, wild, thick and hard. And his blood cries out, strong.
I look into my eyes, never taking his gaze never, fingers deep into his flesh, all part of the dark tide that runs through the body, everywhere.
- Justin and he whispers .- loose wrists to cradle her face, and Justin clings and gives himself completely. Chills while giving little cries jerky and agrees to accept the darkness.
and running, looking into his eyes, ignoring, yelling over and over again, with each wave and shuddering, safe in his arms, regardless of anything but dark, beautiful and devastating to Brian in it.
then collapses and Brian hugs him closely, because the knees will not support him, and nothing remains of it but the pain, tremor and satisfaction. Brian
bows, kisses him with her soft lips on his and sighs because everything is exactly it should be. Determined
think that he would buy his unfinished portrait. He would travel with her blond where was he and no one else
He and he alone.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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CONGRATULATIONS PETER PAN (13 PART)
Holaaa !!!!! how is everything?? I am alive, missing, and my inspiration to write it. Go
.. I hang my other hand, more cortita like other times.
But I hope you like it and you end something fun, imagining those faces and that situation .. lol.
not just here, noooooooooo. I still, to where we take all this, until my muse want .. or until I hate to torture you so much.
Not very good, I always say the same thing but .. it's true.
I missed you !!!!!!!!!!
Besosssssss.
Holaaa !!!!! how is everything?? I am alive, missing, and my inspiration to write it. Go
.. I hang my other hand, more cortita like other times.
But I hope you like it and you end something fun, imagining those faces and that situation .. lol.
not just here, noooooooooo. I still, to where we take all this, until my muse want .. or until I hate to torture you so much.
Not very good, I always say the same thing but .. it's true.
I missed you !!!!!!!!!!
Besosssssss.
Justin wakes up suddenly and shocked, with eyes wide open trying to get used to the darkness.
Someone pounded on the door and know who long before hearing his voice mocking and very drunk.
rose slowly, barefoot and nearly naked.
decides it has no hurry to open the damn door.
trips over a chair and rests his head on the door.
- Sunshine!, Firefighters!, Opens!, I'm pissing open!. Shit, and you want to keep still!. I told myself I could.
- If the third attempt we found the house of your Romeo.
Brian. And
returns alone.
What was missing.
- Justin, open!. I know you're there. I have been a bit late .. ..- On the other side you hear a thud, the body of Brian to the ground. Laughter .- I crashed., Opens!. And you, leave me alone!. Now I can I. .. Justin
door opens at last, with a withering look and a rather large lump in his throat. Brian looks straight into the ground, laughing to himself. And the man trying to lift it without much success.
- What's this all about? .- Q .- Justin finally who are you?.
- My name is Adrian.
- Justin .. he just has been kind. He was leaving.
- Amable. Did you sucked your dick?. You did a wonderful Brian. Thanks for bringing it, and off you go. I'll take care of it .- Justin does not know whether to slap Brian or feel sorry for him.
He grabs her arm, drawing him towards him and stand as best they can. But Brian is higher, larger and heavier than him and they stumble. Brian
foolishly laughs as she rubs her ass.
- Jus, you're soft.
- And you're a fucking asshole. What have you taken?.
- what about you?.
- What?.
- I do not know what has taken, or what is all this .- Add Adrian.
- not you interest .- Justin responds.
- Oh, oh .- says Brian.
- has had enough. There will be mixing something .- Continued Adrian.
- You are very kind .- Answers .- Justin cynically Help me to get up and put it inside. Is as Cuba and I can not stand him. Then you will leave my house.
Brian and Justin left alone. Justin can not stop looking at him, sitting there on the couch. With that look so deplorable and sexy at once. Want to hate and can not. Feel like out of there, slamming the door. But that is their home.
Think about this and more while you prepare in the blender one of his potinjes.
He refuses to look at Brian and when he does is he finds standing, walking to him.
Tall, slender, with jeans, open shirt and barefoot.
column is supported by the kitchen to hold on, arms crossed, showing off those forearms so fabulous.
Justin looked back down, fearing further at him.
is angry and so want to go.
- What is that? .- Notes Brian.
- Go to bed or you'll fall again. And I will not get up this time.
- I'm better. I will die if I drink that?.
- Do not be evil, stupid shit.
- Oh, no. I do not know anything about it .- Brian uncross arms and turns. But Justin's voice in its tracks.
- Do not you want to know anything about this ?. I do not understand why it has come tonight. "Can you explain me?.
- Yes, but I do not want.
- You're an asshole.
- Do not insult me, fuck.
- not fancy. Typical. Is that why you come here?. You can return to Pittsburgh Brian. Do not want to relive all this again. I want something different and you do not. You are still .. Brian Kinney.
- And you're still damn foolish ungrateful brat ever. Not now, not now.
- Go to sleep it off. Tomorrow we'll talk.
- You're not much better than me, Justin. We'll talk, yeah. Brian
away slowly, heading for a place to drop dead.
you a headache, as having a rat inside.
- Oh, and Michael has called six times. He says he called from a garage. I was worried.
But Brian did not want to hear more and disconnects your mind from the outside.
Damn brat, always so civilized and correct. And behind is a real dagger.
She lies on the mattress and proposes different means to end the life of the blond guy fucking his representative.
"Gas?, No.
"a gun?. No, other romantic.
"hang?. No, she refuses to hear, even if only for a moment, how it broke his little neck bones.
Drowning?, No, impossible.
Poison? .. Yes, that would add suffering to his death.
- tomorrow promises my love Brian .- .- Believe me, I will not disappoint.
- Go to sleep at once.
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wake up the next morning with the bed clothes lying around, as usual, and Justin's head resting on his arm.
feel a wave of panic.
only have to lift a finger to touch her hair.
only one finger.
is very easy and the strands slip between their fingers like silk. Cold and slippery. And he is not breathing.
aching body and is exhausted last night. Would he have stayed?. No doubt.
not remember anything. In any case, the dream has not eased at all.
feel miserable, with a disgrace that does not inspire pity. He hates. feel.
- You can not go on like waking .- Justin says, wearily.
- What can not go on like this? Answer .- Brian. Justin's voice comes from far away.
Justin's eyes open wider and he is caught, the two are trapped, looking into her eyes for long seconds, too long, excessively long hours, too long, frozen in the look of them, and how much you look, but go to Justin, with enormous eyes and amazed.
Justin, with parted lips. Justin
.
And Brian leans toward him, absorbed by his warmth, a little dizzy yet. Dizzy
the hangover and how much you want to kiss him.
- I postponed all my appointments to be with you, Sunshine. Tell me, what about the auction. What about Peter?.
- Peter? .- Justin up in bed, sit, disheveled and adorable .- I do not understand your question.
- Was not yesterday the auction?.
- Yes. But just have to tell you more.
- I think not. This is absurd. You know what?. I'll go with you. Morning.
- Tomorrow?. I thought that you were interested. That did not want to know my life here, or my friends ..
- Look, I changed my mind. And tomorrow I'll go with you. I'm looking forward to meeting all ...
- Yes?. Well, I do not know. I do not know what to say.
- Just say it .. I think it's perfect.
- Well .. it seems weird. But perfect. I'll make breakfast .- Justin gets up, goes to the kitchen as he puts his pants.
Now I do not understand anything.
knock on the door. But Justin did not hear the noise of dishes and drawers.
Brian gets up, he realizes he is naked. But can not find anything handy. Fuck
.
- Who undressed me?. You have not abused my last night Sunshine truth?.
- What?. Not hear you.
Brian se dirige a la puerta, desnudo.¿Qué más dá?.
Do not call in their loft every now and then, when the blond guy was living with him?.
Do not bother opening the blond guy at your door?.
call back.
opens the door and thinks that is still dreaming.
Adrian.
And Peter is with him.
Peter and Adrian.
Peter. With a formidable dark gray suit and looking too vulgar.
- Wow, nice ass, if Adrian exclaims .- .- I am glad to see him again. Brian
not react. It says nothing. You can only stand there with the door open. With Peter and Adrian
front, looking down.
Peter.
Why is it called Peter?. There seems to belong to Neverland.
Oh Linds, wish you were here. Hey
Justin's voice behind her.
- Shit. Peter!.
- came to see how you were Adrian .- Answers .- And I found ...
- Peter.
- With Peter, down the stairs. And it seems that we come to the same place ..
- Peter .- .- Justin cry again Brian, you .. naked!.
- Wow, this gets interesting. Very, very interesting .- Brian exclaims funny, really funny ..
Someone pounded on the door and know who long before hearing his voice mocking and very drunk.
rose slowly, barefoot and nearly naked.
decides it has no hurry to open the damn door.
trips over a chair and rests his head on the door.
- Sunshine!, Firefighters!, Opens!, I'm pissing open!. Shit, and you want to keep still!. I told myself I could.
- If the third attempt we found the house of your Romeo.
Brian. And
returns alone.
What was missing.
- Justin, open!. I know you're there. I have been a bit late .. ..- On the other side you hear a thud, the body of Brian to the ground. Laughter .- I crashed., Opens!. And you, leave me alone!. Now I can I. .. Justin
door opens at last, with a withering look and a rather large lump in his throat. Brian looks straight into the ground, laughing to himself. And the man trying to lift it without much success.
- What's this all about? .- Q .- Justin finally who are you?.
- My name is Adrian.
- Justin .. he just has been kind. He was leaving.
- Amable. Did you sucked your dick?. You did a wonderful Brian. Thanks for bringing it, and off you go. I'll take care of it .- Justin does not know whether to slap Brian or feel sorry for him.
He grabs her arm, drawing him towards him and stand as best they can. But Brian is higher, larger and heavier than him and they stumble. Brian
foolishly laughs as she rubs her ass.
- Jus, you're soft.
- And you're a fucking asshole. What have you taken?.
- what about you?.
- What?.
- I do not know what has taken, or what is all this .- Add Adrian.
- not you interest .- Justin responds.
- Oh, oh .- says Brian.
- has had enough. There will be mixing something .- Continued Adrian.
- You are very kind .- Answers .- Justin cynically Help me to get up and put it inside. Is as Cuba and I can not stand him. Then you will leave my house.
Brian and Justin left alone. Justin can not stop looking at him, sitting there on the couch. With that look so deplorable and sexy at once. Want to hate and can not. Feel like out of there, slamming the door. But that is their home.
Think about this and more while you prepare in the blender one of his potinjes.
He refuses to look at Brian and when he does is he finds standing, walking to him.
Tall, slender, with jeans, open shirt and barefoot.
column is supported by the kitchen to hold on, arms crossed, showing off those forearms so fabulous.
Justin looked back down, fearing further at him.
is angry and so want to go.
- What is that? .- Notes Brian.
- Go to bed or you'll fall again. And I will not get up this time.
- I'm better. I will die if I drink that?.
- Do not be evil, stupid shit.
- Oh, no. I do not know anything about it .- Brian uncross arms and turns. But Justin's voice in its tracks.
- Do not you want to know anything about this ?. I do not understand why it has come tonight. "Can you explain me?.
- Yes, but I do not want.
- You're an asshole.
- Do not insult me, fuck.
- not fancy. Typical. Is that why you come here?. You can return to Pittsburgh Brian. Do not want to relive all this again. I want something different and you do not. You are still .. Brian Kinney.
- And you're still damn foolish ungrateful brat ever. Not now, not now.
- Go to sleep it off. Tomorrow we'll talk.
- You're not much better than me, Justin. We'll talk, yeah. Brian
away slowly, heading for a place to drop dead.
you a headache, as having a rat inside.
- Oh, and Michael has called six times. He says he called from a garage. I was worried.
But Brian did not want to hear more and disconnects your mind from the outside.
Damn brat, always so civilized and correct. And behind is a real dagger.
She lies on the mattress and proposes different means to end the life of the blond guy fucking his representative.
"Gas?, No.
"a gun?. No, other romantic.
"hang?. No, she refuses to hear, even if only for a moment, how it broke his little neck bones.
Drowning?, No, impossible.
Poison? .. Yes, that would add suffering to his death.
- tomorrow promises my love Brian .- .- Believe me, I will not disappoint.
- Go to sleep at once.
------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------- Brian
wake up the next morning with the bed clothes lying around, as usual, and Justin's head resting on his arm.
feel a wave of panic.
only have to lift a finger to touch her hair.
only one finger.
is very easy and the strands slip between their fingers like silk. Cold and slippery. And he is not breathing.
aching body and is exhausted last night. Would he have stayed?. No doubt.
not remember anything. In any case, the dream has not eased at all.
feel miserable, with a disgrace that does not inspire pity. He hates. feel.
- You can not go on like waking .- Justin says, wearily.
- What can not go on like this? Answer .- Brian. Justin's voice comes from far away.
Justin's eyes open wider and he is caught, the two are trapped, looking into her eyes for long seconds, too long, excessively long hours, too long, frozen in the look of them, and how much you look, but go to Justin, with enormous eyes and amazed.
Justin, with parted lips. Justin
.
And Brian leans toward him, absorbed by his warmth, a little dizzy yet. Dizzy
the hangover and how much you want to kiss him.
- I postponed all my appointments to be with you, Sunshine. Tell me, what about the auction. What about Peter?.
- Peter? .- Justin up in bed, sit, disheveled and adorable .- I do not understand your question.
- Was not yesterday the auction?.
- Yes. But just have to tell you more.
- I think not. This is absurd. You know what?. I'll go with you. Morning.
- Tomorrow?. I thought that you were interested. That did not want to know my life here, or my friends ..
- Look, I changed my mind. And tomorrow I'll go with you. I'm looking forward to meeting all ...
- Yes?. Well, I do not know. I do not know what to say.
- Just say it .. I think it's perfect.
- Well .. it seems weird. But perfect. I'll make breakfast .- Justin gets up, goes to the kitchen as he puts his pants.
Now I do not understand anything.
knock on the door. But Justin did not hear the noise of dishes and drawers.
Brian gets up, he realizes he is naked. But can not find anything handy. Fuck
.
- Who undressed me?. You have not abused my last night Sunshine truth?.
- What?. Not hear you.
Brian se dirige a la puerta, desnudo.¿Qué más dá?.
Do not call in their loft every now and then, when the blond guy was living with him?.
Do not bother opening the blond guy at your door?.
call back.
opens the door and thinks that is still dreaming.
Adrian.
And Peter is with him.
Peter and Adrian.
Peter. With a formidable dark gray suit and looking too vulgar.
- Wow, nice ass, if Adrian exclaims .- .- I am glad to see him again. Brian
not react. It says nothing. You can only stand there with the door open. With Peter and Adrian
front, looking down.
Peter.
Why is it called Peter?. There seems to belong to Neverland.
Oh Linds, wish you were here. Hey
Justin's voice behind her.
- Shit. Peter!.
- came to see how you were Adrian .- Answers .- And I found ...
- Peter.
- With Peter, down the stairs. And it seems that we come to the same place ..
- Peter .- .- Justin cry again Brian, you .. naked!.
- Wow, this gets interesting. Very, very interesting .- Brian exclaims funny, really funny ..
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