Authors Note:This chapter contains mild sexual actions between Brian (Prian) and Justin. So if you don't wish to read something like that: Simply don't. Then you won't have to send me nasty ´You're such a disrespectful person´ mails. _________________________________________________________
I don't wanna touch you too much baby because making love to you might drive me crazy -Def Leppard On Sunday morning Justin abandoned his fruit salad and ate his waffles at the window. There wasn’t a table and also no chair, but the view of a lovely castle. It was still six hours till visiting time. Then the prince would come across the street on his horse and with his shiny silver sword in his hand. Hmm. Justin licked the sugar off a waffle and then pressed his forehead against the cold window pane. Of course Prian never came on a horse. And he never had a sword in his hand, either. Only fire sticks and Justin's fingers. Justin smiled behind the plate. He liked holding hands with Prian. ---------------------- One would have thought every average American household would comply with a general standard and be equipped with a couple of basic necessities like a can opener, coffee filters, matches, flower fertilizer, and: customary string. But far from it, because "Fuck"! Even after a two-hour marathon search operation in every single corner of Brighton, including the damp cellar and the disgustingly dusty attic, the closet thing to a string Mister Kinney could find, was the tear-proof 3 feet long bondage rope from his toy box. So much for the topic of 'noodle knotting with princess Taylor'. Frustrated, Brian threw the black rope into the box again, slumped back on his bed and three minutes and one Marlboro later decided to ask for external help. Blindly he reached for the telephone on his bedside table, sighed deeply and pushed speed dial number 4. “Hey Deb, It’s me." He paused, sighed once again wearing an expression of disdain, because he really couldn't bear this disgrace. “So…do you still have your sewing machine and all these colourful…strings?" ------------------- Daphne puffed her cheeks out and folded her arms in front of her chest. Justin was really boring today. “You are really boring today, Justin!" She looked grimly at the boy, but didn’t receive any reaction. “You never look at me, only at the stupid clock!" Tic-tic-tic. Justin blinked and wondered how Alice could come through the thick wall door. He didn’t like for Alice to be in his room. Alice smelled of flowers and had a far too thick chest. He really would’ve preferred to be alone so he could count the tic-tic-tic until visiting time. Daphne gave Justin a shove into the arm. “Look at me now!" Justin rubbed the hurting spot on his upper arm and continued staring at the face of his alarm clock. “You are stupid!" Daphne explained and pushed Justin again, before stomping away and pressing the alarm button next to the door. "Yes." Justin rubbed his arm once again. It stung and stung but he didn’t stop his counting and did it now even more loudly. “Tic. tic, tic." Nurse Sherman came with the tinkling key and opened the thick wall door. “Justin is stupid today!" And Alice stomped with heavy steps out of the room. Then everything was all closed and quiet again and Justin continued counting but without a sound. Only four hours until visiting time. Huh. He rubbed his aching arm and really wished time would not be so terribly slow. -------------------- “What the hell, why do you of all people need a whole fucking wool ball from me?!” Debbie pushed her hands into her hips and Brian felt really uncomfortable under her piercing x-ray eyes. “I just need it!" He really had no idea why he was forced to justify his motives here. Didn’t this women harbor seven truckloads of wool in this big basket under her sewing table? What difference would it make if one goddamn single ball was missed? “Brian Kinney,” she began to stick her evil forefinger in his direction, "Don’t be under the false impression that I know nothing about the perverted bondage games you host in your bedroom on a regular basis! My Michael tells me everything and-" “Since when has Michael anything to do with my goddamn fucking bedroom?!" Brian knew he had no real reason for reacting so furiously but he really hated to be treated like that. After all not everything in his life was about sex. “And I need the stupid wool because I promised a brat who lives in the fucking lunatic asylum next to my house, that I'd make him a new noodle necklace, okay?!” Okay… and he hated it even more, if in the critical state of pure rage, he accidently let slip some delicate information, which under normal circumstances he would’ve only dared to think about. Privately in his bedroom. Under the blanket with loud music on. Debbie stared at him, with her finger three inches from his right eye, the other hand on her hip and a deadly 'Don’t you dare be telling me any bullshit'! look in the painted eyes. And she kept this exact position for 45 silent seconds before a proud smile illuminated her face completely and her warm fingers patted over Brian's cheek. "Aww, this is probably the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard come from your mouth, kiddo!” ------------------- The kitchen staff had decided not to cook lamb on Sundays anymore, but instead to serve duck with orange sauce and Justin ignored the male nurse who sat with a raised fork next to him. “Aren't you hungry?” Male nurse Max was only the temporary help on this ward and actually found it quite interesting so far, even if some patients had to be handled a little extravagantly. “I’m sure it’s good." Justin pressed his lips tightly together and tried to look past the male nurse at his alarm clock. It was six minutes past twelve. Only one more hour and forty-five minutes till Prian came. He smiled and then turned his head away. He really didn’t like fried bird with fruit salad. -------------------- Brian felt nauseated. Of himself, this whole situation, the lipstick on his face and the damn blue wool ball, that he had banished angrily into his glove compartment. It had been a lousy idea from the beginning and he really didn’t know what it was that had brought him to visit the boy at all. He felt shitty with this whole little game and no one would receive anything positive out of it in the end. “Shit." Mumbling something undefined , he changed gears after the traffic lights, stepped on the gas and turned left in the direction of the ‘public bath house', because he really didn’t feel like thinking of blue eyes and white beet anymore. ------------------------ 13.58 pm. Justin's belly tickled and he could hardly keep his eyes on the clock anymore, because no way did he want to miss it when the door finally opened. He quickly got up from his chair, went to fetch the box with the yellow butterflies and stood with it next to the table. 13.59 pm. Justin was so happy to see Prian and wanted to sleep in bed with him for a very long time, although it wasn’t night and of course he would leave his eyes wide open so he would be able to see the beautiful prince all the time. “Tick…tick...tick...tick." Justin counted the last seconds loudly, held his breath and pressed the butterfly box tightly against his chest as the big clockhand switched from the small line up to the 12. "Ha!" He laughed and bounced on the balls of his feet a bit and everything buzzed and whirled in his stomach. He batted his long eyelashes at the thick wall door, smiled broadly and listened for Prian’s feet and the bunch of tinkling keys … but all that came was just the next 'tic' as the long clockhand wandered on 14.01 pm. And Justin stayed put and didn’t move and stared at the door and then again at the magic clock. It ticked and ticked and everything remained quiet and closed. At 14.08 pm the blue alarm clock had lost all its magic power and was broken in one hundred pieces, laying on the freshly cleaned floor in the middle of the room. ----------------------- It was 14.12 pm and Brian moaned louder than the mediocre trick at his feet deserved, before he closed his eyes and leaned himself back against the cold wall. He thought about how amazed Debbie had seemed that he wanted to do something nice for the little twat. She'd probably get a kick out of knowing that she'd been right about him all along. It was just too bad that Michael wasn't here to witness this so he could tell his mother... -------------------------- Justin didn’t want to see the good night greeting today. He also didn’t want to eat his supper or brush his teeth. He simply wanted to lie in his bed and watch as the sky became dark in front of the window. He hated how quiet it was in the room without the clock ticking and he tried to imagine everything that sounded beautifully. Music, mummies voice, Frog croaking… and the ba-bam ba-bam in Prian’s chest. Then he heard his own sobbing, hated that too and crawled off the mattress and deep under his white bed, so he wouldn’t have to hear it anymore. He heard it anyway and covered his eyes with his hands, because all he really wanted was to be gone. -------------------------- It was nearly 5 am as Brian stumbled out of a stinking bar and by the time he found his car keys and unlocked the door of his jeep, one could already see the first weak sunbeams in the grey October sky. He hated October. Why, he couldn’t remember, but he was sure that he hated it. He hated October, he hated the grey sky, and he hated the pounding pain in his head, as he tried to drive home, preferably without crossing the median strip. He parked the car almost noiselessly and got out and the air was cold and he didn’t look over at the high grey tower on the other side of the street before he disappeared in his $500,000 Playboy mansion; never thinking of the blue wool ball in his glove compartment. At 6.12 am Brian stood in the rain under the spray of his hot shower and washed himself with foamy soap. At 6.34 am he put himself in his big, comfortable prince bed. He was unbelievably tired. At 7.08 am his eyes were aching from the tiredness but no matter how often he closed them, he simply wouldn’t fall asleep. At 7.17 am Brian got up again and went into the kitchen. At 7.45 am he sat with a cup of hot coffee at the window and it was so quiet that one could hear the twittering of the birds outside. He almost liked it. At 8.02 am an empty coffee cup stood in the basin and Brian Kinney went into the bathroom to shave. He stared at the little lettered substitute toothbrush all the time. At 8.25 am Brian sat in his jeep again, on his way to the office. He opened the glove compartment only to search for the silver lighter he'd been missing for days. The blue wool was in the way and he put the ball on the passenger seat after a brief respite. The first meeting was appointed for 9.15 am and even the women of Eyeconic-Optics blinked disapprovingly over her polished lenses, as she examined Mister Kinney’s tired condition. Neither font nor picture choice met with her approval this morning and Brian slammed the door to his office with a loud bang, before shouting through the intercom system for Cynthia to bring him more coffee and aspirin. He left the company at 12.21 pm for a short lunch break. Cynthia suggested that he not bother coming back in today unless he was well rested. Brian bitched at her at first, but then agreed with her anyway, as he looked at the dark circles under his eyes in the side mirror of his jeep. He drove home. And he got out and it was cold and he already was almost half way through his house door before he turned around and looked at the big grey tower on the other side of the street. He stopped for a moment and looked up at the little window on the fifth floor. Then he pinched his nose, rummaged for his car keys in the pockets of his coat, fetched the blue wool ball off the passenger seat and walked across the street; exactly 248 steps up through a reeking stairwell. The pane of the ward door was studded with greasy fingerprints, the long corridor smelled of overcooked cauliflower and Brian walked faster as he saw that the door of 411 stood open a crack. “No!" Justin beat the fork against the table before smacking his forehead hard with his hand. "Shit!" Male nurse Max bent under the table to collect the gooey vegetables and then tried to push the fork back into Justin’s tense fingers. “Come on you have to eat this!" “No!" The boy’s voice got hysterical. “Hey!" Brian threw the wool ball on the bedside table. “Obviously he doesn't want to eat!" Max looked at the strange man dumbfounded. “Who…are you a visitor? It’s not yet-" Brian took the fork away from Justin’s cramped hand. “Take this away. Mister Taylor will eat tonight." “But Dr. Bruckner said he must-" “Mister Taylor isn’t hungry!" Brian threw the cutlery on the plate and pushed the tray into male nurse Max ' s hands. “Take it with you. I’ll let you know when I plan to leave." And Max left the room without saying anything else. “Certainly. Of course lasagne. Always on Mondays. " Justin pulled at the long hair strand behind his ear and bobbed up and down on his chair. “Certainly always on Mondays." Brian took five thin fingers out of the fair hair and held them tightly in his own. “That was cauliflower and rice." “Yes. Of course always Monday. Lasagne with cheese. Much cheese." Justin looked up at the ceiling, rocking softly. “You wanted lasagne?" “Yes." Justin's fingers slowly relaxed in Brian's hand. “Always on Mondays." “Hmm." Brian looked out the window. For a couple of minutes, while he was rubbing one of Justin’s smooth fingernails with his fingertip. “I didn’t come yesterday." Justin looked at the door and then again up at the ceiling. “Of course the prince hadn’t come to see him at… “…visiting time." "Hmm." Brian pressed his lips together and squinted his eyes a little, although it wasn’t very bright outside. And he saw thick grey clouds in front of the window and a big black bird and "Hhhfuck." He was really fucking tired. “Justin?" “Yes." “Can we do this thing with the cord later? I am tired." “Yes." Justin's blue eyes flickered from left to right. “Of course. Certainly sleep with Prian." Brian rubbed the point between his eyes and pulled on Justin's hand. “Yeah. Come on, take off your shoes." "Yes." Justin remained where he was. Brian took off his jacket, put it on the table together with his tie, stepped calmly out of his expensive shoes and smiled to some extent when he opened his belt and got the boy’s attention. “Yes." Justin curled long hairs around his finger nervously. Of course the prince took all his beautiful … “…clothes off.” “Hmm." Brian quickly unzipped his trousers, took them off, put them on the table with his other things and then opened the buttons of his shirt. “People don’t sleep with a suit on." “Yes." Justin tried to keep his gaze up, however he peeked at Prian every few seconds. The white shirt opened and opened and underneath was a lovely prince belly. Justin really wanted to sniff at ... “… Prian’s belly button." Brian took his shirt off, put it aside and in respect of his surroundings decided to leave his underwear on. Tiredly, he looked around in the room. “Do you have an alarm clock?" “Yes." Justin looked at his shelf where his alarm clock no longer stood. Of course his blue magic alarm clock had broken into... “…one thousand shards." “Hmm." Brian rummaged in his jacket for his cell phone, pressed a few buttons, it peeped once, and he put it next to a red cup on the bedside table, "You coming?" he asked before he slid under the thin blanket on Justin's bed. It wasn’t very comfortable but in his current condition he could’ve probably slept in Emmett's broom closet. “Yes." Justin looked at his bed and then irritatedly in the direction of his window. Of course the prince lay in his bed and had his eyes closed. And all the beautiful prince clothes lay on the table. He was very sure that this had never happened before. "Justin." Brian's voice sounded tired and he didn’t make the effort to open his eyes. “Take off your shoes and come here." “Yes." Justin looked outside. Of course it was very bright and... “…certainly not bed time." Brian sighed weakly. “It is midday. We'll take a midday nap." Blindly, he extended his arm. “Come here." “Yes." The boy got up, walked in the wrong direction first, and then with small steps and a look up at the ceiling made his way over to the bed. “Take your shoes off." "Yes." Justin sat down awkwardly on the floor and needed one and a half minutes to place his slippers correctly under the bed and to get up again. Brian moved back a little, lifted the blanket without saying a word and in the next moment got a clumsy elbow into the ribs when the blonde tried to crawl onto the mattress with him. “Stop wriggling around." He carefully covered the small body and let his arm lie tiredly over Justin's chest. Justin was so excited and grew quite stiff. It was so warm under the blanket today and the prince held him tightly and everything smelled of Prian’s soft skin. His belly began to tickle and his heart pounded so fast that he had to breathe deeply. Brian could feel Justin's hammering heartbeat through the thin covers and soothingly rubbed his extended thumb over the old linen cloth. “Sleep." "Yes." Justin breathed noisily once again, squeezed his eyes shut and then scratched his forehead frustrated because they opened up again all on their own. He had never had a midday nap before and wasn’t sure how it should work. It was of course… “…certainly not dark." Brian heard the boy’s voice as if it came from a distance and took his time answering. “You can sleep in daylight, too." He could? Justin wasn’t sure whether the prince was right or not, closed his eyes again and rubbed his butt over the mattress a bit to lie more comfortably. “Justin." Brian growled annoyed, "You’re wriggling again." and in a fast movement he pulled Justin flush against his chest. Back to belly. "Hh!" Justin was startled and stiffened motionlessly. The prince held him so tight and everything was warm and he could feel Prian’s legs against his and Prian’s belly at his back and Prian’s breath on his neck, together with whispered words. “Sleep now, brat." Brian pushed his nose into the blond hair and kept it exactly in this place, while he pulled the boy a little closer. Justin whimpered a little. He didn’t want to sleep. The prince was all naked and the strong arms around him pushed him so tightly against Prian’s stomach. And it was so beautiful that his own belly began to flutter. He tried to turn his head because he wanted to see Prian’s face and Prian’s navel and all the little hairs on Prian’s legs. But the arms held him tighter and tighter and then he trembled strongly as he felt the prince’s mouth. With kisses at his neck and on his shoulders. And he whimpered once again and squeezed his eyes shut very tightly because it suddenly tickled in his fingertips and his toes and everywhere else in his body. Brian smiled against Justin's neck and licked a little circle with the tip of his tongue, while the boy first stretched out to his full length, then curled into a little ball and finally pushed his butt firmly back. He began to rub gently over Justin's belly with one hand and stilled the thin hips with the other one. “No more wriggling.” He kissed the warm neck in front of him one last time. “Close your eyes." "Yes. Sleep with Prian" Justin liked to lie here and tried again to rub his bottom against Prian’s penis. But the prince held him tightly and tightly so he began to count the blue flowers mommy always had on her apron, wrapped a couple of long hairs around his finger, talked a little of frogs and poisoned apples and didn’t even notice as his eyes slowly became heavy like stones. ----------------- Brian woke up again 64 minutes later. But not by the alarm tone of his cell phone, no he was pulled out of sleep by a small, warm body which was wrapped around him tightly. Something wet tickled at his chest, little smacking sounds penetrated his sleepy thoughts and when he moved his left leg slightly, it pushed against a notably hard manhood. “Justin?" He grabbed for Justin's head, someplace on his chest, and tried to open his heavy eyes. Justin liked Prian so much. His skin tasted of beautiful prince and sweet and like sugar. And he imagined to be a little cat with shiny silk fur and licked every inch of Prian’s body very conscientiously. He had started at Prian’s arm, had licked a bit at Prian’s neck, and now he cleaned the beautiful broad prince chest with his tongue, even if Prian was already rather clean. He licked over Prian’s topmost rib bone three times, listened for a moment attentively to an even heartbeat and then licked exactly at the point where it made the beautiful ba-bam sound. Fascinated he watched as the little dark nipple contracted and got harder. Harder and harder, the more he licked it. He also pushed with his nose against it, sniffed and found the prince nipple to be so beautiful that he wanted to kiss it with his whole mouth and started to suckle at it like a really small baby cat. And it felt so nice that he tried to lay even closer to Prian and to climb on top of him a bit. He noticed that the butterflies came back to his belly and his penis got very hard. He liked it when this happened and squeezed his legs tightly together, before pressing firmly against Prian’s thigh. Then he suckled a little more forcefully at Prian’s nipple and whimpered quietly when he could feel Prian’s hand on his head. He liked it when the prince petted him. His beautiful velvet fur. And he nestled in Prian’s big palm and purred for an extra long time while he was licking the wonderful nipple with a broad tongue like a really good cat. "Justin" Tiredly, Brian peered down on himself, watched the pink tip of a tongue touching his nipple and "Fuck!" in the heat of the moment pushed the blond head further down, until he had the chance to collect himself and find a better choice of words. “Justin!" He put his hand to Justin's cheek and guided the head up a little. “What the hell are you doing?" The boy licked his lips and blinked innocently up through long blond hair strands. Perhaps the prince would give him a little milk, too. After all he was a really… “…good cat." Brian's fingers stiffened to some extent on Justin's warm, soft neck. “What?" “Yes." Justin batted his long eyelashes, nestled up in Prian’s hand again and purred a little because he really would’ve preferred to… “…lick Prian.” Brian raised his eyebrows in amusement as he actually heard the boy purring like a fucking cat. “You can’t just lick on other people." He couldn’t? Justin turned his head to the side in an attempt to reach Prian’s wrist with his mouth. It worked and he licked it twice. He then smacked his lips appreciatively and found that prince arms tasted just as good as prince nipples. Only not so red. Brian wanted to grin, but decided in favor of an annoyed face. “You’re fucking rude." He took his hand away from the kid's tongue reach, but instead put it under the thin blanket to caress Justin's side. With three fingers. Very gently, at the soft point just above a thin hip bone. “Now I smell like your spit." “Yes." Justin liked the prince fingers on his side and for a moment looked blankly to the side. His belly tickled very much and he really wanted to… “…lick Prian’s lips.” Brian looked at the boy in silence for a moment, then put his second hand under the covers, gripped Justin at the waist and pulled him up completely on top of himself. Belly to belly. Justin's blue eyes flickered nervously when he could feel Prian’s hardness against his own. Blindly, he reached for Prian’s brown hair and sighed heavily because the prince was so beautiful and he really wanted with him to… “…kiss.” Brian's fingers dug deeply into blond hair. “Good boy." He only whispered the words and guided Justin's face a little more down, closer to his. “That is the right word." “Yes." Justin panted and felt his heartbeat in his throat. “Justin." “Hmm." Brian touched Justin’s warm mouth lightly with his lips. “You want me to kiss you, Justin?" "Yes." The blue eyes stared franticly aside because the prince’s words tickled everywhere. “My Prian." Mister Kinney had a clear 'yes' for an answer on the tip his tongue and was so irritated about it that he suffocated the small word quickly with a kiss before it could come out. And this time it wasn’t an innocent kiss, to feel and test out. This time, it was a Brian Kinney kiss with hands, lips, tongue and one hundred per cent passion. He combed his fingers through the silky hair at the back of Justin's head, pushed his tongue deep and even deeper into the sweetness of a warm mouth and responded to every overwhelmed sigh and whimper with a consenting growl from the deepest part of his soul. Justin felt so dizzy, the whole world was upside down. The prince held him so tightly and nevertheless he had the feeling he was falling and clung with all strength to Prian’s arm and neck. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and everything smelled of almonds and golden skin. And he rubbed himself restlessly on top of Prian’s big, strong body and mewled really loudly as the prince took hold of his head and growled and pushed his tongue deeply into his mouth. He loved Prian’s tongue. It was hot and wet and tasted exciting. He wanted to have more of it and suckled on it until Prian growled again and put a big, firm hand on his butt. Brian's thoughts ran amok, as the little one began to grind against him, mewled like a kitten and clawed with his small fingers feverishly into everything he could reach. He put a secure hand in the boy’s neck, rubbed Justin's back with the other one and then let it slip onto a perfectly formed ass. Justin couldn’t kiss anymore. Many little lightning’s shot through his chest and his belly and he squirmed, gasped loudly and pressed his face deep into Prian’s neck, while he tried to rub his middle with more pressure against the prince’s hard penis. Brian run his fingers through Justin’s hair while he expertly massaged the boy’s bottom and every once in a while raised his pelvis a little upwards. “Does it feel good?" Justin wanted to answer the prince, but he couldn’t remember any words and began to lick and suck at Prian’s neck in frustration. “Have you done this with anyone before?" Brian pushed Justin's butt down and turned his head a little to the side whispering into a warm ear. “Have you ever come?" Justin felt Prian’s lips at his ear, Prian’s strong fingers on his bottom and Prian’s hard penis at his own and felt as if he had to cry a little from all the butterflies jittering in his belly. "Justin." Brian stroked the blond hair strands, "Come here." and nudged his nose softly against the boy’s. And he smiled a bit at the desperate look in Justin's eyes, kissed the bandage on his forehead and his cheek and then gently licked over pink lips. “Kiss me, okay?" He said it quietly and didn’t wait for Justin to respond to his request, before he wound his tongue slowly into a whimpering mouth. Very calmly this time, he caressed Justin’s tongue with his, investigated the innocent mouth for characteristic features that had escaped his notice until now and enjoyed the kid’s clumsy attempts to imitate his kissing technique. Justin, after a few minutes, began anew to unconsciously rub his middle against the prince, who took hold of Justin’s ass, massaged a bit, raised and pushed his erection upwards a good five times until the small body cramped above him and the boy tore his head up in shock. A thunderstorm in his belly! Justin opened his mouth as far as he could but the scream he wanted to make didn’t come out. Everything was spinning and knocking and bumping like the loud air in the prince castle but Justin couldn’t hear anything. He thought his penis hurt and writhed in alarm but as he grabbed between his legs there was no pain at all and warm water ran through his whole body like a coloured rainbow. He felt Prian’s hand in his hair and Prian’s mouth everywhere on his face and heard the prince whispering words, "Sssh...Justin, you have to breathe.” And all of sudden his body became so tired and weak that he couldn’t even hold his head up anymore and he wailed quietly and cried a little and pushed his nose as tightly as he could into Prian’s neck. Brian felt a strange small ache start someplace in his stomach as the boy curled up wailing on top of him, sobbing quietly into his neck. He could feel the damp result of Justin’s orgasm soak through the trouser fabric and a little uneasily rubbed with his hand over Justin’s back. He really wanted to say something. Anything. But in the end he only pressed a small kiss against Justin’s temple, tightened his arms around the boy and let his gaze randomly wander around the little sterile room. And after four and a half silent minutes the only thing he came up with was, “I really hate your fucking tower." "Yes." Justin’s eyes were open although he was very tired. He liked to speak so close to Prian’s neck that his lips had to touch the warm skin there with every word. “Certainly into the castle. Sleep with Prian." Brian wrapped a blond hair strand around his finger. “You can sleep with me now." And his finger stiffened for a moment at the back of Justin's head as he became aware of his bad choice of words. “Yes.” The boy poked the tip of his tongue against Prian’s neck. He liked kitty midday naps with the prince. “Certainly a cat." “You’re a cat?" Was he? Justin blinked against Prian’s neck twice and then purred quietly, for testing. Brian smiled slightly. “Your frog croaking is more convincing." "Yes." Justin licked at Prian’s neck once again and smacked his lips. He liked the frog. “Of course under the tree. Certainly a pear." “Hmm. He sits in the water." “Yes. Of course in the well." “It’s a pool. With chlorine water. Frogs do not swim in chlorine water." “Yes." Justin liked the blue well water and really would’ve preferred to stop with the kitty nap now to go… “…visit the frog at the castle." Brian kissed Justin's forehead. “It’s not a castle. It’s a house. It’s called Brighton." "Yes." Justin licked behind Prian’s earlobe a bit, then wrinkled his forehead and "Ha!" laughed. He raised his head and looked at the prince happily. Of course the beautiful castle was called exactly like Prian and Justin! “What?" Brian contracted his eyebrows and looked at the blonde critically. Justin giggled. “Certainly Pritin!" And Mister Kinney squinted his eyes, wrinkled his forehead suspiciously into deep folds and then tousled Justin’s hair, as the realization hit him. “Pri-Tin. You think this is brilliant, don’t you?!" Justin smiled broadly. “Hff." Brian reached on the nightstand, looked at his cell phone, switched off the set alarm and smacked Justin on the butt. “Come on, twat. Get up." "Yes." Justin moved a bit around on the prince and "Hh!" grabbed startled between his legs. “Certainly wee-wee!" Horrified he held his wet hand in front of Prian’s face. Brian griped the thin wrist and looked at the boy sternly. “Stop using that word! What’s it called correctly?" “Yes. Certainly pissing. Prian says." “Hmm." Brian led the small hand to his mouth and licked briefly over one finger. “And you haven’t pissed. This is sperm. You had an orgasm." He did? Justin sniffed at his fingers curiously, then poked out his pink tongue to have a little taste himself. Brian suddenly needed to break off their cosy midday nap as quickly as possible. “Come on, fetch the fucking wool already if you want to knot your damn noodles. I don’t have all day.” ------------- Brian Kinney stayed in room 411 to fabricate an almost perfect treasure jewellery prince necklace of 32 farfalle noodles and blue Novotny wool; looked then with Justin out of the tower window for 21 minutes to admire Pri-Tin; helped him afterwards to exchange the yucky Monday-supper-tinned-meat for one very tasty cream cheese toast provided by male nurse Schmidt, and escorted the boy at 8.00 pm to the community room to watch the good night greeting on channel 4. After that, Justin really wanted to sleep with Prian, however, he only got a kiss on the nose and the order to close his eyes, because it was really bedtime for little twats. At half past eight in the evening Brian sat in front of the institution director's desk. “Mister Kinney,” Doctor Marcus stared at the man in her office critically. "What’s the problem this time? Should a guard be stationed in front of Justin's door?" Brian didn’t have any intentions of holding a longer than necessary conversation with this arrogant bitch, therefore got right to the point. “What do I have to do so that Mister Taylor receives permission to leave the institution periodically?" ------------------