On Friday, Justin woke up and decided that he wanted to eat the wonderful cream cake which he'd seen behind the big window pane in Prian's kingdom. But at 8.00 a.m. Plake nevertheless brought yogurt with fruits and Justin made an angry face, said Blake and then made his radio extra loud. “Hey, don't you want your yogurt today? There are strawberries.” Male nurse Blake held the little spoon once more in front of Justin's lips but the boy turned his head away and instead looked at the shining buttons on his radio set. Blake sighed and put the spoon into his own mouth. He listened to the next two minutes of the weather report. '...in the night to Saturday a cold front will end the mild autumn weather and will bring first snowfalls to the higher areas of the Pennsylvania...' “Ah, the first snow!” Blake got up and put the breakfast equipment back on his tray. “Well, then Christmas can come, don't you think?” Could it? Justin looked up from his radio to the ceiling and then over to his tower window. He liked snow. It was white and flew around and smelled like his beautiful blue gloves. He got up fast and went with his radio to look out the pane. Hmm. He peered up into the clouds and then to the black street ground but the terrific white flakes were nowhere to be seen. Also not on the little tower roof, over at the prince castle. “It will take a little 'til you can see the snow,” Blake explained and stood next to the young patient at the window. “First, more of the cold air has to come to Pennsylvania before it starts snowing.” “Yes.” Justin felt quite exited. Of course it was almost... “...Christmas.” Blake smiled. “Yes. Only 26 more days. I'll have to go shopping for Christmas presents.” “Yes.” Justin curled a blond hair strand around his finger and thought of the wonderful boots in his wardrobe. “Of course at Wal-Mart. Shopping with Prian.” “Yes, I've heard of it. He took you shopping, right? Did you have fun?” Justin smiled brightly. He liked shopping with the prince so much and really would've preferred to have much more of the tasty... “...ice cream.” “Ah!” Blake put one hand o his belly and sighed theatrically. “He bought ice cream for you? I am so jealous! I love ice cream! Did you have whipped cream and these little colored spinkles, too?” Did he? Yes, he had much cream, a red cherry without stalk and... “...one... sixty-one sprinkles.” Blake's forehad wrinkled in surprise. “You had exactly sixty-one sprinkles on your ice-cream?” “Yes.” The boy rocked a bit back and forth. “One fell... fell on the floor.” “One has fallen to the floor?” “Yes. Certainly not eat any more. Prian says.” The male nurse smiled. “Brian is very clever, huh? Is he your friend?” “Yeah.” Justin looked up to the clouds again and wished the cold air really would hurry because he wanted to see the white Christmas snow preferably now. “My prince.” ----------- Seven bags in his right hand, a lively four-year old at the left and the urgent desire for a cigarette. -It was safe to say that Brian Kinney wasn't a very happy man on this Saturday morning in Pittsburgh's largest shopping mall on the last day of November. "Daddy, I want Manticore Megazord!" called Gus and dragged his father desperately in the direction of the toy department. "He is the bestest Power Ranger in the whole world!" "Says who?!" grumbled Mister Kinney, highly irritated, when a woman with a twin baby stroller drove over his right foot and punished him with a reproachful look. "Timmy Gershwin." explained the child and was then briefly distracted by the strategically well built up Leap Frog test console, right next to the children's musical instruments. "Can we buy a blue violin for me, Daddy?" "What for?!" Brian made a nauseated face. "So that I can play lovely music!" "One can not play lovely music with a violin." "But I want one!" Gus tugged on his father's hand as his eyes filled with unshed tears. "Real men do not play the violin. Violins are for girls and people who live on street. Didn't you just say you want a Power Ranger?" "Yes!" bounced Gus, "Manticore Megazord!" tore himself from his father's hand and ran down the aisle that displayed the all the popular action figures. Brian rolled his eyes and trotted along, full of deeply felt trepidation. He fucking hated toys since he was in fourth grade. ----------- One hour and three more bags later, Mister Kinney stood with Sonny Boy in front of a gigantic DVD shelf in the Media department. "I want this one!" pointed Gus at the 4 disc Pirates of the Caribbean Collection. "This doesn't count as a Disney movie," Brian decided. "I meant something like the elephant with the big ears, or the movie with the aardvark." "But Pumba is a wild boar, Daddy." "Whatever." Brian reached for a DVD with an attractive cover. "What's with this one? The guy has spur boots." Movies with a cowboy in the leading role couldn't be wrong. "But mommy already bought Toy Story for me," explained the boy and bounced two steps further to a shelf with an alarming pastel-colored presentation. "Oh yes, please this one, Daddy!" Brian turned up his nose. "This is for girls! Do you remember the conversation with the violin?" "Then we buy it for Justin!" Brian raised his eyebrow. "Justin isn't a girl either." Even if these eyelashes and fair hair could be really misleading. "But Justin is Rapunzel, just like Barbie!" Gus protested and held the pink DVD up. "See? They look exactly the same!" "That's not true!" hissed Brian, looked around panic-stricken and took the hot object of evidence away from his son's fingers. "Go fetch the damn pirate movie already and let's go pay, I don't have time to spend the whole day in this rat hole, got it?!" ----------- On Saturday after lunch was change of shifts at ward four, and Blake entered room 4.11 with a hand behind the back and a friendly smile on his face. "Hey frog, what are you doing?" Justin was at the window, with his nose at the pane, his gaze riveted to the view outside. He hated it really very much to wait for the Christmas snow. "Are you still waiting for the first snow? It won't take long anymore. I was just shopping and it's already damned cold outside." It was? Justin looked from the left to the right, then up into the clouds and found they looked actually a bit whiter. "Hey, come here, okay? I've brought you something." "Yes." Justin turned around after 32 seconds and toddled with small steps to where the male nurse stood. "See?" Blake drew his hand out behind his back and, broadly smiling, held a flat Christmas calendar up. "Yes." Justin looked blankly aside and bobbed softly up and down. "It's an Advent calendar! There are 25 little doors in the picture and you have to open one every day. When you open the last door it's Christmas." It was? Justin wasn't sure whether Plake was right or not and reached a little sceptically for the strange drawing. Blake shook it carefully. "Do you hear that? It has chocolate in it. One piece behind every door." "Oooh." Justin couldn't see the chocolate but he found the picture with the red man and the beautiful glittering tree really very pretty. "We'll hang it here on the wall. And every morning you open up one door. Every day until Christmas." "Yes." Justin smiled. He liked Christmas. ------------- At 14.45 p.m. Brian unloaded a tired, sticky child and many bags at the Peterson residence. He smoked an urgently necessary stress cigarette before he was back in the car and raced home, because he really needed half a bottle of Jim Beam and a joint. Although he felt slightly disturbed when he first found a horrifying green pine wreath on his house door, then unlocked it, and was welcomed by an abominable stench and a housemaid singing carols off-key. "What the hell are you doing?!" Brian went into the kitchen and greeted Emmett with a nauseated look. The domestic help looked up from his dough bowl and smiled merrily. "Cinnamon stars! It's only 25 days until Christmas and the recipe is from my grandmother. In Hazelhurst we've always started with the Christmas bakery in early November." And with this explanation he took the egg-beater out to beat the egg whites. Brian gesticulated, outraged. "You have an apartment of your own, why do you have to cook this shit here of all places?! Now the house reeks!" Emmett looked up without interrupting his stirring movements. "Cinnamom stars are baked and the whole house smells like cinnamon. Did you know that cinnamon is one of the oldest aphrodisiacs? Even the old Chinese used cinnamon as-" "Do I look like fucking Bruce Lee?!" Brian got goose bumps as Emmett blindly squeezed out a lemon over the bowl and poured what looked like approximately ten cups of white sugar into the whole mixture. "Bring this shit out of here!" As if his kitchen were asbestes contaminated he held his jacket sleeve in front of his mouth and nose and cursing unfriendly things, marched in the direction of the exit, because he really felt very uncomfortable with such an amount of Christmas spirit all around beautiful Brighton. Afterwards he smoked two cigarettes while sitting on the doormat with his mind fighing an internal battle 'baths vs. Woody's'. After cigarette number 3, he decided to go across the street for a couple of minutes, even if the smell there wasn't really any better than in his own four walls. As Brian Kinney entered ward 4 on the fifth floor five minutes later, the nurse's station was unoccupied and shattering screams came from room number 4.11. He ran a little faster and found an open door and four nurses who all were busy with bringing a raging blond boy under control. Justin beat his head against the wall and thick tears rolled over his chocolate smeared face. Everything stung and stung and was loud and nowhere was Christmas. There were no fried bird, no pudding with money treasure and the prince hadn't climbed through the tower window either. And he shouted loudly and kicked nurse Sherman in the belly and he hated the stupid Christmas door picture so much. Brian lifted the torn Advent calendar off the ground. "Justin, have you eaten all the chocolate?" Justin tore himself away from male nurse Schmidt's firm grip, then fell down and beat his forehead against the hard ground twice. "Aaah!" A third male nurse pulled a syringe up and Brian borke loose from the doorframe and rushed in the room. "Hey! What's going on here?" Justin wailed more loudly and beat himself on the head with his hands. "Teddy hold his arm!" Male nurse Ethan Gold fell to his knees and, using his teeth, pulled the plastic hull off the needle. "Hey!" Brian took hold of the male nurse's shoulder from behind. "What the hell are you giving him?" "Brian," Blake went to his side and spoke friendly. "Why don't you wait outside? Justin is very upset at the moment." "Oh yeah?! Me too!" Brian screamed at the nurse furiously and extended his arm provocatively. "Why don't you dope me up on drugs, too?" "Brian please." Blake touched the man's back. "Simply wait in the corridor for a moment. Teddy will bring you a coffee." Nurse Sherman gripped Justin by the neck, while male nurse Ethan stuck a thin arm under his knee to make it immovable. Justin yelled out hysterically, turned up his head and two wet blue eyes looked helplessly in a lovely prince face... while thousands of brown and greeen evil vines wrapped themselves around his body, so he was trapped in the tower forever and ever. Brian felt his stomach contract painfully. And he pushed the male nurse with the syringe forcibly aside and shot the nurse with the iron hand on Justin's neck a cold death stare. "If you don't want to have a prosecution because of bodily injury on your table tomorrow, you should take your fucking hands off of him!" "Sir, I really must ask you to-" Brian didn't listen to her as he got into a squatting position and leaned deeply over Justin's ear. "Hey brat." He whispered and stroked gently through the fair tousled hair. "Are you playing the drama princess again?" Justin whimpered and rubbed his nose weakly over the cold floor. Whispering words were in his ear and they were so much louder as all the evil screaming. And the air smelled of almond cake and silver sword. "Justin," Brian's lips brushed a warm earlobe. "You want me to throw these assholes out, hm?" Ten minutes later, a sniffling Justin Taylor sat with red rimmed eyes at the window to see castle Pri-Tin, while Mister Kinney was leading a business discussion at the nurse's station. "...and instead of perhaps enquiring what his problem is, the mobile death squad storms into his room to deaden him with a blowpipe, as if he were a fucking rabid bush elephant!" "Mister Kinney, I can assure you that this method has proven itself in dealing with such situations." Blake smiled patiently. "Nobody here has the intention to hurt Justin." "Hh." Brian cast a frosty glance at nurse Sherman. "From where I was standing it seemed definitely different and I can assure you that Mister Taylor's lawyer will take care of this occurrence." Male nurse Gold folded his arms. "Justin doesn't have a lawyer." "He has one now." Brian got up, scribbled his phone number on a memo pad, ripped the sheet off and banged it in front of Blake on the table. "I'll take Mister Taylor with me for a couple of hours. Here is my number, you know my address." And with that he left the little nurse's room on the 4th ward to help brat Taylor with tying up his seven league boots. ------------- Justin still sniffled at regular intervals and his eyes were red, but he smiled as he climbed, holding the prince's hand, down the many steps in his tower. Because even though the door calendar with the glittering tree hadn't worked and Christmas hadn't come, the prince was here now nevertheless to save him. With loud big bad wolf growling to fight off the evil vines. "I really don't know why you have to bring all this crap along," Brian mumbled as he lost Justin's blue pajama trousers on step 125, and in the process of collecting the boys clothes the heavy book of fairytales, almost slipped out of his hand. "Yes." Another unintentional sniffle came from Justin's mouth. "Certainly into the castle." "Wonderful." Brian stuffed the boy's baggage under the other arm, took Justin by the hand again, and went on downstairs. "Now you are already starting to spread your stuff at my place. What's next? Partner coffee cups? Your initials on my fucking towels?!" He pushed open the heavy door and Justin blinked a bit against the cold air. He looked up to the sky and still no Christmas snow fell from the clouds, but the prince led him through the high iron gate, on the stones with the many slits, seven steps across the street, and on straight way to the court entry of the castle. "Oooh." A piece of glittering tree hung on the house door, and as Prian opened it with the little silver key, the most wonderful smell flew around Justin's nose. "Take off your jacket." Brian disappeared with Justin's things in the living room and then shouted for Emmett to discuss the unasked-for redesign of the interiors. "Emmett!" "Yes." And Justin looked around with big eyes. The castle was so lovely today! There were velvet bows and red flowers and colored shiny balls everywhere. He laughed and really wanted to never go back into the grey tower again. He was so glad to be in the castle and really would have preferred to eat a bit of ... "...fried bird." He sniffed into the air and padded with small steps in the direction of the prince-kitchen. "Baby! How nice to see you!" Emmett pecked Justin's cheek and then held a cinnamon star in front of his mouth. "Look at this, I've baked cookies for Christmas! Come on you have to try a cinnamon star!" A little cake star! Justin extended his fingers toward it, touched it carefully and then looked hopefully at the servant. "Not so timidly sweetbuns, it's really good!" Emmett shoved the pastries between Justin's lips and then watched contently as the boy chewed with full cheeks. "Stop feeding him this dung." Brian wrinkled his nose as he discovered a mistletoe over the kitchen bar and pulled it down disgusted. "And for Christ's sake, fucking stop hanging all this shit around my damn house! What the hell will people think?!" Emmett fed Justin with another cookie and raised his eyebrow in Brian's direction. "That Mister Kinney is in jolly Christmas mood?" "Hu-fucking-ray." Brian stomped away, kicked a little reindeer figure behind the sideboard as he passed by and shouted over his shoulder. "Justin! Stop eating that garbage and come up into the bathroom, your face is covered with fucking chocolate!" "Yes!" Justin chewed fast and licked his lips enthusiastically as the servant stuck cinnamon star number 3 into his mouth. He liked garbage cookies. -------------- Justin liked the warm washcloth at his face. It was wet and smelled like Prian's pullover. "Where did you get all the chocolate from?" Brian held Justin's head with one hand in position, while he made the rag wet again to remove the last brown spot on Justin's right cheek. "Yes." Justin looked at the prince and poked his tongue against the soft washcloth. "Certainly from Plake." "Hmm." Brian wiped three times more than necessary over Justin's mouth before he threw the cloth back into the basin. "Chocolate isn't good for you. Don't eat so much of it again." "Yes." Justin looked up to the ceiling and rocked a bit back and forth. "Of course fried... fried bird." "Which bird? Chicken? Turkey?" "Yes. Without head." "Do you want Emmett to make chicken for you? With vegetables?" "Yes. Certainly pudding." Justin smiled. He liked the money treasure in the pudding. "No pudding." Brian went to the door and turned off the light. "You've had enough sugar for one day." "Yes." Justin toddled afterwards in the direction of the stairs. He really would've preferred to eat a bit more of the tasty... "... garbage cookies." ------------- After an hour, a tasty roast smell had covered the cinnamon star vaporizations in the former Playboy mansion, and Mister Kinney relaxed noticeably at his place behind the computer. On one hand because of the far more pleasant atmosphere, and on the other hand because it was really nice to watch Justin. ... even if the boy didn't do much more than stand at the terrace door, talking quietly to himself and licking the pane with his tongue now and then. Ahem. Brian cleared his throat at the fourth lick and gripped himself between the legs to organize his trouser contents anew. Damned brat. Justin put both hands flat on the glass pane. A new little pond was in the castle gardens! Directly under the tree with the pear and there were stones and long grass and right in the middle certainly sat... "...the frog." Justin pressed his nose against the long door. "Ribbit-ribbit." Brian smirked slightly, took his hands off the keyboard and moved a bit back with his chair. "Justin. Come here." "Yes." Justin looked after a little bird that flew over the bald pear tree and remained where he was. Brian didn't repeat his request but got up and went over to the terrace door himself. He stood close behind the boy and put both arms around a flat belly. "No cat today?" "Yes." Justin leaned his forehead against the pane and stretched his tongue to the glass. It was almost... "...dark outside." Brian closed his eyes, drew his arms more tightly around the kid and kissed Justin's ear. "Do you want to go back to your room?" Justin shook his head. "Watch TV?" Justin snickered quietly but however said a clearly understandable, "No." Brian grinned. "Then what?" "Yes." The boy rubbed his hair against Prian's cheek. He liked the prince. "Of course take a... take a shower." Brian's eyes flew open at the suggestion. "You want to take a shower?" Did he? Yes, with much foam soap and also... "...rain water." "You can take a shower later, when you're back... home." "Yes. Take a shower with Prian." Brian smiled, kissed the crook of Justin's neck and shook his head. "No, alone." "Yes. Sleep with Prian." "Are you tired?" Was he? Hmm. He closed his eyes and waited. They opened again. No, he was... "...not tired." Justin sighed and pouted against the pane. This made Brian grin widely and he pressed his lips frantically together to supress it. "Do you want to go to sleep, Justin? Upstairs in my bed?" Justin turned to be able to see the prince and made big eyes. He wanted to lie in Prian's bed so much, with his book and the blue... "...pajamas." Brian bit his lip while scrutinizing the blonde. "It's on the sofa. Change, go upstairs and lie down. I'll wake you up when you have to go. Okay?" He raised one eyebrow. "Okay." Justin repeated wrongly emphatically. "Sleep with Prian." "No. You sleep alone. Pr-Brian has to work." ------------- Justin needed six minutes to go upstairs with his book and his pajamas, because all the pictures on Prian's wall were really pretty, particularly the one with the naked guy without hair. "Yes. Certainly no trousers." After that he sat down on the terrific white cat fur carpet in front of Prian's bed and it took eleven minutes 'til he had undone and taken off his boots. Then he also took off his socks and stroked his naked feet over the soft carpet. "Oooh." He liked cats. "Justin! Do you have your pajamas on?" Justin heard the prince call and looked down on himself. Hmm. No, he didn't have his pajamas on yet. He toddled with naked feet into the bathroom and found the lovely toothbrush with his name on the basin. He used far too much tooth paste and brushed 'til he had his whole mouth full of minty foam. He then took off his pullover, combed his hair a while in front of the mirror and, "Ooh!" finally grabbed for a wonderful white tube with blue letters. There wasn't a big P but the lid opened very easily and Justin pushed a little and sniffed curiously at the slippery contents. It looked like pudding without color. Water pudding. Hmm. Justin extended his tongue and licked it. He smacked noisily twice and then squeezed a large portion into the basin. And again and again until nothing more came out of the tube. He still squeezed for test a few times, tried to look in it and then threw the empty thing away. "Of course into the trash can." He found a bucket next to the toilet, put the tube in and gripped himself between the legs as he saw the closed toilet lid. "Certainly wee-wee." Awkwardly he climbed out from his pants, moved his underwear down until it fell around his ankles, opened the toilet and sat down. He remained in his position a little stiffly, looked around and waited for the- "Ah!" He slapped himself against the forehead and sighed. "Of course pissing. Prian says." Hff. Sometimes he really was stupid. After a couple of minutes a quiet splashing could be heard, Justin flushed, closed the toilet again and toddled with his pants around his naked feet over to the towel shelf. He put his head on the stack in the middle shelf, closed his eyes briefly because it was really soft and smelled like prince almond cake, and then wandered a couple of aimless steps around on the shiny tiled floor until he stood in front of the basin again. He looked at himself in the mirror, at his naked belly and his long hair. He couldn't see his legs in the mirror, even if he stood on his tip toes. But the water pudding still lay in the basin and he pushed his entire hand into it, jerked back a bit because it was really cold and slippery and after a short time decided to smear it a little around. First on the smooth edge of the washing basin, then over the big mirror, and as a little bit from his hand dripped onto his belly he smeared it around there, too. In his belly button and a little more on his chest and on his arm and with one finger on his penis. It was cold and he blinked and toddled with small steps out of the bathroom and back to the white cat fur carpet. His book lay on the bed and he crawled clumsily on the big mattress, lost his underwear in the process, and finally sat in the middle of the bed. Naked, on his knees, softly bobbing up and down, while he leafed through his book and spoke quietly of the beautiful prince who fought through the big thorny hedge to kiss Sleeping Beauty. Justin noticed as his face became all warm as he looked at the picture of the kiss and he stopped rocking and remained completely still. "Yes. Kiss... kiss Prian." He said it only quietly, licked his lips and then looked a long time up at the ceiling, before he awkwardly got up from the bed, and went with small steps, his body covered lightly with goose bumps, out in the corridor, down the dark stairs and over the black smooth stones on the warm wooden floor. The prince sat at his desk and only a little lamp was on. Justin felt a bit shy and touched himself nervously between the legs. Brian looked up from his computer and squinted his eyes when he saw a naked boy standing in the living room door. "Hey." Justin said nothing and looked up fast to the ceiling, but he drew his hand more tightly around his penis. Brian combed through his hair with his fingers. "What's the matter? Why haven't you changed into your pajamas?" He got up, walked over to Justin and cupped his hand under a thin chin. "Didn't you want to sleep?" He smiled. "Yes." Justin blinked and rocked back and forth a bit. It was cold and he really would've preferred to... "... kiss with Prian." Brian pulled his hand away, made a step back and scrutinized the boy's small frame. He got stuck in the middle, averted his gaze quickly and automatically padded on his pants in the search for a cigarette. "Hff..." He didn't find any, went back to his desk, lit one there and took two deep drags before he looked back in Justin's direction again. "It's half past five. You have to hurry if you still want to sleep." Justin turned a long hair strand around his finger and looked blankly aside. He didn't want to sleep. He wanted to kiss... "... with Prian." Brian sighed and gesticulated with his cigarette. "I've already told you, I have to work." "Yes. Lick... lick Prian's mouth." Brian inhaled noisily one last time, stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray, and without a comment took Justin by tha hand, to bring him out of the room and up the stairs. Justin stumbled a little reluctantly behind the prince. Prian walked too fast and he wanted to look at the man without pants a bit longer. Brian brought Justin into the bedroom, ran around to collect the scattered clothes, stopped to pick up a piece of white underwear and held it in front of the boys nose. "Put this on." "No." Justin looked uninterested toward the ceiling. Brian stared at the boy for a moment. "Put. It. On." Justin shook his head and begun to count the clouds he couldn't see in here. "Two... twenty-three." "Justin!" Brian growled. "You have to go back home now. Get dressed!" And Justin made his legs stiff and noticed as his chest became all hot. His lips began to tremble and his throat started to tickle because he really didn't want to go away from the prince castle. And he shook his head and desperately tried to keep his gaze up, but his eyes got quite blurred. Brian stared in Justin's face. Then looked away, sighed, rubbed his neck, threw the underwear carelessly to the side and reached for a thin wrist. He dragged the boy closer and wrapped one arm a little clumsily around him. But when he had the cold, naked body this near, he automatically fetched him closer and squeezed a little more tightly. "What do you want from me, Justin?" He spoke with his nose in Justin's neck and knew he wouldn't receive an answer to his question. At least not a direct one. But nevertheless Justin said something after a moment. Quietly and timidly against the prince's broud shoulder. "Sleep with Prian." And Brian closed his eyes and really wished that Justin knew it wasn't sleep he was asking for. He wished the fucking tower on the other side of the street didn't exist. ... he wished for the first time that Justin could be alright. And he squinted his eyes more tightly as he became aware that he'd just worried more over this boy than any other man he'd ever took home. Here in his bedroom. And for this reason he hugged Justin to his chest, then released him completely and drew the blanket back on his bed. And he stood there, four feet away, looked at Justin for a long time before walking back and taking the boy's cheek into his hand. He said nothing, smiled only slightly as he stroked Justin's soft skin with his thumb, and in the end bent forward to lay his lips on the raspberry-colored mouth. He felt Justin's erratic breathing and loved the little clumsy fingers that clawed themselves into his T-shirt one second later. He took a moment to taste Justin's tongue, smell Justin's skin, feel Justin's hair and whispered softly against damp lips. "Lie down, Justin." Justin did nothing at all, however. Brian held him at the hip, directed him backwards to the edge of the bed and smiled as Justin bumped against it. He then turned the boy around and smacked his naked bottom lightly. "Go to bed, Justin." "Yes." Justin climbed on all fours over the big mattress, found his book halfway up the bed, took it along with him, put it under the soft prince pillow, and stretched out stiffly on the left bed side with an expectant look. "Don't you want to cover up?" Brian raised his eyebrow. Justin blinked and didn't move a finger. Brian sighed, drew the blanket over the pale body and leaned close over Justin's face. "You read too much in this funny book, princess." "Yes." Justin smiled brightly and took hold of the prince's neck. Prian was beautiful. Brian smiled and kissed the boy with a closed mouth. "Sleep. I'll wake you up in an hour." "Yes." Justin yawned. "Shopping with Prian. Certainly at Wal-Mart." Brian wrinkled his forehead. "Certainly go home and sleep some more in the tower room." Justin blinked tiredly and turned his head aside on the pillow. "Of course eating ice cream. Certainly a cherry." "Hff." Brian turned off the light on the bed side table and went in the direction of the bathroom. "Think again, twat." "Yes." The boy only spoke quietly now. "Certainly take a shower... with Prian." Brian opened his mouth to fight off the last suggestion from the bedroom and, "What the fuck?!" stopped then perplexed at the sight of his lube smeared bathroom. "Justin!" ----------- tbc....