Well .. since my brother's laptop .. then I leave the fearful. And a super mierdaaaaaaa say .. ..
Sorry for the delay, many things together .. and a break required, so full head does not think.
Have a nice Saturday .. very SWEET SAN LUIS ...
Justin decides that he has no desire to live that day that comes before him. He just wants to bury her body at the bottom of the mattress, his face in the folds and inner worlds of those black satin sheets.
And suddenly decides that the sheets do not like the least. That are too dark, too soft and too cold.
and turns on itself, upside down, burying his face in the background and inside the pillow.
Open your mouth, close your eyes, fill your lungs and emits a muffled cry, stifled a scream coming from the depths of your stomach and soul. A sharp cry, a cry that supports stoically black pillow, wrapping, shading, hiding his strength and rage. Justin
screams, cries more, with his mouth close to the soft touch and cold. Shout up exhausted and empty your lungs, until your head falls on one side and his mouth shut because it hurts now.
because it has not been comfortable.
- Damn!, Justin!, What are these goddamn screams?, Do you are violating ?, do you want me fucking head explodes?.
Brian out of the shower and soap suds in your body and a mini white towel over his waist. Justin looks at him, from the center of the room, standing there, strong, and too static beautiful to Justin decided to look at him again.
So the blonde remains lying face down, with outstretched arms outstretched, his face sideways on the pillow, her eyes closed.
aims to remove the day to expect, intends to open their eyes and realize he is dreaming, that damn show that night is nothing but a hideous dream.
- Justin?, Justin? .. Mmm have you autoamordazado? .. I see, need a push, right? ..- .. To get up and pull the blanket Brian black, exposing the pale body of Justin and his wonderful ass. Witness best orgasms.
- Justin ...? .- Brian runs his hand through the blonde's back, gently, until the great open road and warm your body.
But Justin does not move, it emits only a faint moan. Mixed with a moan and a groan, not now, Bri.
- Okay, you tell me what the hell you think?.
- I think not .- Answer Justin, finally releasing her voice even with his trusty pillow .- I think today I will not get up, Bri. I decided that I will not move from here, I do not want. Pongas.No you put yourself as, do not move.
- bien.Tú mismo.No is pretend it is I who get out of bed. Already a big boy, little brat.
- That is a contradiction, right?. If you say that I'm grown man, then do not call me little brat.
- Yourself .- And Brian is freed from the cloth that covers the least of his body, he turns around and returns to the shower while moving his head from side to side. Decidedly not for such contemplations.
is introduced into the shower and open the cold water tap. With just see that damn brat ass inconsistent, all your body reacts to the dizzying speed of light.
Close your eyes and open your mouth, and water gets in your mouth and throat, sliding down his neck and feeling that feeling, a feeling of something cold liquid going through its veins. Brian
not want to think, you know that it brings problems and that is why he never wanted to think more than necessary. But the truth is that everything is as absurd and illogical for him, stupid and so little Brian Kinney, disturbs him completely.
Every minute spent in New York was certainly more of the same questions: what the hell am I doing here?. Had neglected their work, business, business, his partner Ted peaceful, its Secretariat brave and patient, meetings, clients and campaigns. Its floor, powder of a small, empty night, the night business, Mickey, to the obnoxious and adorable house Mickey freakis happy, seeing more of a binge. The husband
cupboard Mickey and their faces after seeing him on the sofa in your living room drunk as enchanting live.
The half-joints with Deb, Em talks surreal, Wendy calls Linds and Mel loving words when it was she who attended to his calls.
Gus. Gus's laughter.
Damn. That last
nor was already in Pittsburgh.
And, that blond guy, it was too vital to him.
Justin is on the bed, listening to the shower water fall. And is tempted to get into the shower with Brian.
had been a few hours while he slept, looking for something to give him a hint of what Brian had done the previous day.
asked not more, because at that point, Justin knew full well that you ask how much more would refuse to contestarle.Simple Brian pride and stubbornness.
formadísimo relationship with Peter was as alive and as much health as usual, without parallel relationship with Brian would have affected the least.
Only when assessing his paintings ..
And Brian returned to his life suddenly. Again, without permission, without interest for possible changes in it.
And once again, that he did not care. Accepted. No more.
- Get out of a damn time .- Brian's voice again echoing in the room. And his tone, Justin knows he's losing his little patience ..
smile, as that of Brian annoy him mad. Breathe deeply and absorb all the perfume that Brian left the room.
- I take hours here, because you have time to fix and everything. And it usually takes quite a bit.
- Fuck.
- Brian, I told you today I wake up.
- What you're giving me early morning ..
- Esque you deaf .. well, there will be more dyed blond in an advertisement for L ° oreal.
- you going to get out of bed right now.
- Lift me you .- Justin turns to turn face-up, staring at Brian, while the black sheet covers just enough, leaving the rest of the body exposed.
Brian looks up and down, it goes stealth and waiting, trying to hide the smile and an erection that threatens to hover.
- I just clothing.
- Well if you want me up .. I command you pick me up .. and for that you naked again.
Brian begins to undress infront of Justin.
few arms that tend toward others, as a solid bridge, unbreakable. Firm, despite the eternally fleeting that no relationship.
Justin finally gets up, sit on the bed. And Brian is resting, touching her lips, to capture the language of the blonde against hers. While kissing him, then, the urge to the surface, while still biting and devouring.
Justin grabs his neck, he strongly attracted towards you, to turn you at his side. Brian pulls out a condom from the table and Justin snatches it out of hand, he looked straight ahead as the two are lying sideways, facing each other.
Justin grabs his arms, he turns a little and insists that he turns his back to turn back to him.
- Damn, now what's that supposed to?
- Turn around.
- My ass blond guy.
- So ... I'm here ..
Brian stares at him with a frown and eyes wide open, with some slight. And Justin kisses so that only obey without knowing why.
Reluctantly, desire takes away the blood.
remains lying, slightly askew, feeling the hand of Justin walk her back. Very smooth, until you notice the absence of that touch, because Justin is placed the condom and again put his hand on Brian's body. This time in your hip, drawing him closer to if, while with the other hand introduces his cock into Brian.
When bottoms both emit a groan of satisfaction synchronized. The blond member grows within him, as if just wanted to be there for the rest of the day.
Inside, deep inside Brian. Knowing how much it all meant, knowing very few had managed to open that door.
hurts.
But Brian exhales a drunken cry of submission. Dropped. No protest, no more tries to resist. Just let it do, absent of internal grievances, enjoying the struggle of agony, eyes closed, his whole body shaking and Justin coming in, not wanting to ask for permission. Justin
not stop moving, making her more pleasurable ejaculation.
Take your tongue and passes through her lips were still closed, and puts the force between them up to lick your teeth and so entertaining for a while. Brian does not say anything, just let it do, while Justin to removing the other hand stroking the tip of his cock still hard and note as quivers, while pushing again and again trying to get used to that situation, trying not to hurt this narrowness.
- Tell me you .- whispers the blonde when he feels he can no more.
- Not a chance. While that phrase will have been perfect.
- Claro. And you never tell lies ..
- In addition, it would be a lie.
The taxi's on the fifth avenue. Nightfall in New York. Green and red, safety and danger, love and hate. Pull and break, roll and bend. Green and red. Yellow and pain. Last night a single hour of sleep. Only
an hour.
- I should have been. I have dream.
- In your opening? Lack of sleep perceptions are not always bloated, sometimes refined, giving a cutting edge.
- Does the lack of food, too?. I can hear the gut. What we have eaten in the last 24 hours?
- Tea and coñac.Coñac and tea, and tea and tea again.
- Cicuta sweetened.
- For the fifth, please. Great spirits and ghosts
move into the taxi.
- You gonna tell me now you've done, Bri?
- Hundreds of thousands of pasta piled up in your showroom! This could be the principle of our art gallery.
- Of what?!
-O could buy a horse and cart and pick up stuff .. chun chun .. An auction room. Although .. I always dreamed of opening a sauna .., own sauna man ..!
- Have you stoned? Damn, talk at once.
- Gentlemen, here we are.
- Sir? Give you the ass, sir driver. Do not give tips, blond guy.
Salen, pay and the taxi leaves.
- Small artist, could have brought me in the limousine.
- The businessman you.
Enter, climb the stairs up to the glass door, smell diffused light painting.
- Chrysanthemums .. are for you. Agggg ... ....
- Get them out of here, I pray, will bring the ash.
- sends you a fool? Have to be.
Peter.
And Brian throws the bouquet to the first window that is open.
- Brian!
- Well, come here, come .. Now get out there. Shit, shit .. eh super. Súpermierda to in a while.
- Súpermierda?
- is nice. I've always hated the mandatory amierdamiento that apparently protects artists.
- Oh ... you're like a fucking goat ... The room is
boat by boat. All have been. Little back, Peter chats with two types. Art critics. Spying
Justin quietly. Which does not stop petting Brian and drink all the cups that offer .. _________________
