A/N: thanks to Nic for the picture, Bine for the support and elyxer for her wonderful (and very honest) beta job. Love you all *hugs* Warning: I realize that there are people who do not enjoy this fic, and that's fine because everyone is different and entitled to their opinion. I wanted to warn everyone up front that this chapter contains sexual material that some people may not be comfortable with. So, if you in that group, you might want to skip this chapter. Thanks for all the positive reviews. Kiss me alright Chapter 20 – The Need In Me Just to see what would happen, Brian waited until 8:35 pm which was thirty minutes past Justin's normal bedtime. He was sure he had given this Plake-guy his number, and everybody over there in the fucking institution had his exact address. So, how come nobody had called to ask where Justin was?! He could’ve kidnapped the boy, smuggled him across the border to Mexico, but it seemed nobody at St. James worried enough about the kid to at least check. "Hff." He went upstairs. It was still dark in the bedroom and even breathing sounds came from the blond boy spread out across his bed. God, Justin looked gorgeous lying there like that. He always was extraordinarily beautiful, but shit,… like that, completely naked and sleeping all relaxed, pale skin on dark sheets… he looked like the sweetest temptation out of Gay-heaven, fresh and hot and innocent. Brian closed the door quietly, went downstairs again and dialled the number of the St. James Sanatorium. “Ward 4, Miller speaking," came the bored answer after more than two minutes. "Yes, Kinney here. I’m sure you’re wondering why Mister Taylor hasn’t returned yet.” "Who?" Brian listened as nurse Miller smacked her gum noisily and scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Mister Taylor. Your patient in room 4.11." “Ah, yes of course. The little one, right? Justin." “Right." Brian forced himself to maintain a calm intonation. “I’ve taken him with me this afternoon, but he’s fallen asleep while watching TV, and I would hate to wake him up now. So please make sure to inform your colleagues at shift change that Justin will be back after breakfast." “Okay." The nurse wrote something down. "…back…after…breakfast." She put the pen aside. “Hey, are you authorized to have the little one with ya?" “Yes. Write down my name. Brian Kinney. I left my phone number and they know my address." "Okay." “Fine." Brian ended the call cursing as he threw the phone on the couch. Fucking incompetent people! He poured himself a glass of Bourbon and knocked it down quickly before fixing another, then walked over to the terrace door and inhaled on a cigarette. He wondered briefly if he could leave the boy alone for a short excursion to Babylon but quickly decided against it. Pouring a third glass of Bourbon, he decided to spend a couple of hours on his computer. Around midnight he felt surprisingly exhausted for a Saturday night, turned off the lights and went upstairs. Just outside of the bedroom door he briefly thought of the possibility of sleeping on the sofa. The thought vanished and he wasn’t even very quiet as he pushed open the door, undressed in front of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. When he came back, Justin sat with sleepy eyes in the middle of the bed, yawned and almost looked frightened when he saw the prince. He shook his head. Brian stopped and raised an eyebrow. “What?" Justin looked up to the ceiling. “One…sixty-one.” Brian smiled, went to his wardrobe to put on a pair of underwear, sat down on the bed and leaned over to whisper into Justin's ear. “You trying to ignore me again?" Justin shook his head once more and tried to crawl away. He really didn’t want to go back to the tower. “Hey." Brian held him by the shoulder. “Where are you going?" “Ah!" Justin jerked his head back and stiffened. “Justin." Brian took his hand away and spoke sternly. “Look at me." The boy shook his head ´no´, but turned around after a minute anyway. Brian smiled. “Good boy." “Yes." Justin looked up to the ceiling. ”Justin." “Hm." The older man gripped the boy’s chin to create visual contact. “You want to go back, Justin? Home to your room?" Justin squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Brian's grip on Justin's chin became a trace more firm. “Justin! Do you want to sleep in your own bed? You want me to take you home?" “No!" The boy tried to escape the strong fingers. “Sleep with… sleep with Prian!" He took hold of his hair to pull it, but Brian beat him to it and held the thin wrist tightly. “You want to sleep here? With me?" “Yes." Justin rocked on his heels. “Justin." "Hmm." Brian released him, stroked Justin’s cheek once with his thumb, then laid down and turned his back to the boy. “Well, then lie down and go to sleep again. It’s late." “Yes." Justin looked up, bobbed a bit up and down for a while and then began to count anew. “One…sixty-one. One fell…one fell down." Brian sighed. “What’s with the noise again?! I said go to sleep!" “Yes. One…of course one cherry. One fell down. Prian says." “Hff." Brian blinked twice irritated, sat up and stared at his guest coldly. “Justin. I want to sleep. I cannot sleep as long as you’re talking, so be quiet, okay?" “Yes." “Yes?" “Yes. Be quiet." “Hmm." Brian eyed the boy mistrustfully for a moment longer, then lay down again and turned around. Justin sat still and said nothing. But his eyes just wouldn’t shut. So he crawled over the mattress a bit, found his book under the pillow and started to leaf through it. For now he liked the story of Little Red Riding Hood the most, so he read a couple of lines from it, then got hungry when he saw the terrific cake and the green bottle in the basket, and crawled to the edge of the bed to open the drawer of the nightstand. “Oooh.” The prince had the most wonderful things hidden in the little cabinet and Justin reached after one very pretty silver arm-jewelry and tried to put it on his wrist. It wouldn’t fit, so he put it aside and instead began to count the many little money treasure coins, which Prian had collected from his Christmas Puddings. He counted exactly forty-three shiny, different looking coins, and almost couldn’t believe how rich the prince was. He touched a lovely big silver coin with an extended forefinger, and "Ha!" smiled brightly as he discovered a terrific blue plastic stick, that looked exactly like his… “…penis!” He took it into his hand, felt it and sniffed at it. But although it had the same color as the blue well water, it didn’t smell like frog at all. Irritated, Brian opened one eye when he heard the word 'penis' out of the boy’s mouth, but however, didn’t feel like that was reason enough to give up his comfortable position under the covers. Justin poked the tip of his tongue to the wonderful penis stick, smacked twice noisily because he found the taste not very approving and then let it fall completely ignored on the mattress, as he saw right behind the small pile of money treasure a fantastic tube of water pudding. He squeezed it a bit, opened up the lid with a small 'click' and immediately a large, slippery drop fell on the blanket, another in front of the bed on the cat fur carpet and then a smaller one directly on Justin's naked thigh. “Hh!" It was cold and wet, and after a moment of hesitancy, the boy smeared it around generously with three fingers liking the noise that the pudding made. Then he licked his whole hand carefully clean, really not knowing why water pudding had to taste so horrible. When his hand was clean he squeezed another portion on his extended forefinger and watched as most of it ran down on the pillow, before he touched his slippery hand, fascinated, to Prian’s naked backside. Shocked, Brian arched his back and turned around within half a second. He grabbed for Justin's wrist, giving the boy his death stare. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" “Ah-oh.” Justin's heart hammered in his chest and he tried to pull his hand out of the strong fingers. Brian sat up and took the open KY tube from Justin's firm grasp. “Where do you-" His look fell on the open drawer first and then on the handcuffs and his favourite vibrator, scattered across the bed. “Shit!" He let go of the kid, got up and went to the other bed side to gather his things and hold them under the younger one’s nose, accusingly. “Who the fuck told you to touch my private belongings?!" Justin stared at the prince anxiously and then quickly looked up to the ceiling to count the wonderful money treasure coins again. “One…forty-one. Two… forty-two. Forty-three." Furiously, Brian threw his stuff back into the drawer and grabbed the boy hard by the shoulder. “And fucking stop trying to ignore me!" “Ahh." Justin got confused with the numbers and his shoulder stung and stung and the prince was… “…certainly very angry.” “God!" Brian released him, stepped with his naked foot into a cold lube spot on the carpet and stormed out of the room, slamming the door. When he came back a couple of minutes later, he had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and stood quietly at the foot of the bed eyeing the slender person on the mattress, who was rocking irritated from left to the right. "Yes… certainly angry. Prian says…says not over…over the street." Justin curled a long blond hair strand around his finger and bounced up and down nervously on the bed, while he was desperately trying to keep his gaze up. Brian took a deep drag of his cigarette, blew the smoke out in a long trail and then spoke in a quiet voice. “Justin." “Of course not… no more biting. Prian says." “Don’t be a drama princess. I didn’t bite you." “Yes. Of course no more…no more biting." Brian drew his lips inside, looked at the floor and then took another drag from his cigarette, when he looked up again. “The things in the drawer are not-" “Yes, certainly a penis." Brian blinked. “Well, the penis is none of your business. You’ve made everything wet with the fucking lube." "Yes." Justin stopped to wrap his hair around his finger and looked at the prince with big innocent eyes. “Certainly all slimy." A little bit of the colorless gel still stuck to Justin's chin and the corners of his mouth and a tiny, gentle smile curled around Mister Kinney’s lips. With one hand he reached for the boy and wiped with his thumb over the pale skin. “Have you eaten my lube?" “Yes." Justin liked Prian’s fingers on his face and kept very still. Brian blew his smoke to the side, while carefully rubbing over Justin's lips. “Are you hungry?" “Yes. Certainly white beet." Justin poked his tongue against Prian’s fingertip. “Hmm." And without a further comment, the older one went to his wardrobe, got a long white shirt out and threw it in front of his guest on the mattress. “Put this on, then we’ll go to the kitchen." ---------------- Justin had put on the shirt although, it wasn’t his, and had walked down the stairs holding Prian’s hand, even though it was very dark and his feet were cold. The prince had turned on a little light in the kitchen and opened the fridge door, asking Justin what he wanted to eat. Justin didn’t know whether it was already eight a.m., but he was sure they would have… “…waffles and fruit salad. Of course on Sunday." Brian took a last drag on his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray next to the coffee maker, closed the refrigerator again and fetched the peanut butter from the cupboard. “We aren’t eating breakfast. It’s a midnight snack." “Oooh." Justin watched fascinated as Prian peeled a banana, cut it into slices and spread them evenly on a peanut butter bread. “Here." Brian placed the plate on the bar. “Sit down." Justin felt a little funny when he crawled on the high seat, because he didn’t have on underwear, and the t-shirt always slipped off his butt, but after he’d wriggled around four times he found it comfortable enough and reached for the bread without asking for permission first. He bit off a large piece and munched happily along while he watched the prince attentively filling a glass of milk. “Good?" Brian put the glass next to the plate and caressed Justin's hair briefly. “Drink the milk, too." “Yes." Brian snatched a half empty carton of yogurt ice-cream from the freezer, rummaged in the cutlery drawer for a large spoon and took both into the living room, to sit on the couch. Of course there wasn’t anything worth watching on television at this time of the night, but even the 103rd Loveboat rerun was better than watching Justin’s evil pink tongue, licking peanut butter like a fucking kitten. Fifteen minutes later, Justin carefully collected the last bread crumb off his plate, ate it and drank the whole glass of milk. Then he licked his lips and put one hand on his belly because he suddenly felt not so well anymore. Brian raised his head and looked over the back of the sofa. “Justin, are you done?" The boy didn’t give an answer, licked his lips once again and then climbed awkwardly down from the big bar chair. His stomach pinched and he was a little tired. He really would’ve preferred to speak to Plake now. He wandered around the kitchen a little disoriented and then went into the living room. The floor was made of wood and much warmer and he wiggled his toes and looked up to the white ceiling. "Justin. Come here." Brian ate another spoonful of ice cream. “Yes." When Mister Kinney looked up two minutes later, Justin really stood next to the couch. Rocking softly back and forth, one hand between his naked legs and his eyes captivated by the events on the television. Another three minutes passed, before he patted closer, with naked feet and clumsy steps, to sit down in Brian's lap. His butt was naked and cold, causing Brian to almost forgot to swallow his ice cream, and when a big Captain’s dinner was shown on T.V., Justin opened his mouth eagerly towards the prince-ice spoon. “Can’t you say please?" Brian's voice sounded annoyed, but at the same time he shoved a generous spoon full of ice cream between Justin's lips. “You are fucking rude, you know." Justin said nothing, only sucked his ice cream and watched the presentation of the dessert buffet on television. Soon afterwards, when he opened his mouth once more for another bite, he said a clearly understandable "Please.", even though it was emphasized wrongly, and he didn’t bother to take his eyes off the screen. Brian smiled slightly, "That’s better." and fed the next spoon. “Yes." Justin licked his lips. Another fourteen polite ice spoons later, Justin’s face was smeared whitely and Brian felt a little dizzy from this sight and the feeling of a naked ass sitting on his own only scantily dressed lap. A woman with a huge pink hat ran across the television screen and Justin laughed loudly and looked at the prince happily. “Like a bowl!" “Hmm. Wouldn’t make a difference." Brian smiled back, scooped the rest of the half melted ice cream from the container and, "Justin..." held the spoon in Justin’s direction, until he had the boy’s attention. “The last spoon. You want it?" Did he? Yes. The ice cream was so good and he wanted very much of it. So he said a serious "Please.", looked at the prince with big eyes and opened his mouth in anticipation. But Brian however, just grinned, raised his left eyebrow and in slow motion, stuck the spoon between his own lips. “Mmmh." He put the empty container aside and his grin became amused laughter when the boy’s face changed into an image of pure shock. Justin stared at Prian’s mouth dumbstruck, reached for it with one finger and somehow tried to get in there; where the wonderful ice cream had disappeared. Brian held his wrist tightly, waited a few seconds for a hardly noticeable moment of respite, and then pulled the kid closer. Without a word. And when he could feel warm breath on his face, he shut his eyes demonstratively, tipped his head a little to the side and waited. "Yes." Justin looked nervously aside and then back to Prian’s beautiful mouth. “Certainly licking…" He moved closer and rubbed his nose over the prince’s cheek. “Kiss Prian." And even though he kept his own eyes wide open, he didn’t dare to look as he extended his tongue and found a warm mouth with it. It tasted so good, like Prian and ice cream, and he was all excited and started to rock around a little on Prian’s lap. But two big, strong hands held him still and then the warm lips opened for him and it got cold and sweet and very hot. Everything at the same time. And he whimpered a bit and closed his eyes anyway. Very tightly. His fingers fumbled for hold at Prian’s bare chest and his whole body tried to get closer and closer. His tongue licked eagerly every exquisite millimetre of Prian’s mouth and Brian smiled in the devouring kiss as he heard a mumbled, "Certainly ice cream ...". He pulled back a little and kissed Justin on the lips. “Good?" Justin giggled quietly and put his finger in Prian’s mouth. “Certainly a cherry." And Brian didn’t know why, but suddenly he had the urgent need to eat this half-naked boy in his lap completely and in one piece. …since this plan was a bit difficult to realize, though, he confined himself to another kiss. More calmly this time, deeper and safely controlled by him. With stroking hands in soft blond hair and professional tongue work, to elicit these wonderful little sounds of Justin’s, full of hunger and unconscious longing. He could feel the boy’s hardness pressing against him and saw the need in the blue eyes. He understood that need all too well, having experienced it on numerous occasions. This kid had no one to turn to and no one to teach him anything about sex or his body's needs. How fucking unfair was that? It was obvious the boy was horny as hell, so why should he have to suffer. He caressed Justin’s warm back with his broad palm, pulled the soft shirt up and kneaded the most perfect butt he’d ever put his hands on. Justin felt like he would melt, pushed his bottom whimpering in Prian’s hand and then pressed himself against the half-naked body as tightly as possible. He liked kissing with Prian so much and he sighed hoarsely because his penis got really hard and he had to rub his crotch even stronger against the beautiful prince. Brian felt a few drops of warm wetness and Justin's obvious erection against his stomach, slid his tongue groaning deeper between dark pink lips and moved into a better position on the sofa, before he instinctively pumped his hips a few times towards the boy’s middle. Justin moaned loudly and buried his face deep into Brian's neck while he was clumsily trying to bring his hands between his legs. Brian panted against Justin's ear and closed his eyes, as he noticed five amazingly strong fingers, desperately trying to reach between their two bodies. “You like that?" He whispered and followed the curve of Justin’s ear with his tongue, while his middle finger did the same between Justin’s ass cheeks. “You want to touch yourself?" He reached for Justin's hand and led it directly to an impressive manhood. “Do you touch yourself when you’re alone in your room, hmm?" With his own hand over Justin's fingers he stroked the hard length twice gently up and down and the boy squirmed and whimpered loudly. “Do you think of me when you’re doing this, Justin? You think of Prian?" "Hhh." With his eyes shut tightly, Justin tried to raise his head but everything was upside down and turned around and in the end he only pressed his nose weakly against Prian’s throat. “Dream of…Prian…Prian’s tongue." The words were quiet and unemphatic, but Brian grinned and squeezed Justin’s thin fingers tightly around the hard shaft. “Hmm…you like my tongue, do you? When I kiss you?" He licked Justin's warm ear once more and the boy trembled and imitating extended his own tongue to taste Prian’s skin. "Come here .." He kissed Justin's temple and took him by the shoulders to push him up. “Let me get up, brat." He said it quietly, threw a pillow on the floor and manoeuvred the light body with a couple of secure grips into a kneeling position in front of the sofa, so Justin’s knees were on the soft pillow. Then he knelt down behind the boy and pushed his upper body gently onto the warm seat of the sofa. “Stay like this, okay?" He kissed Justin's red cheek, and for a moment, nestled his face into soft, blond hair, while he was stroking Justin's sides soothingly with both hands. “Close your eyes.” Justin tried to think about why he wasn’t sitting correctly on the beautiful white sofa, but all the thoughts flying around in his head were full of almonds, glittering silver swords, ice cream kisses and wonderful prince whispering words. And he opened his eyes and tried to turn his head, but the prince only smiled and kissed his nose, saying "Ah ah. No looking.” And then Prian’s large hands were everywhere. Gentle and so strong and soft like clouds. Justin turned his face into the thick couch cushion and hummed and sighed and noticed as his legs started to tremble and shake when the prince pushed them apart and began to caress his bottom. "Sssh." Brian put a hand to Justin’s hips and kept it there for support; rubbing his own hardness through his damp underwear, while he frantically gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t swear out loud as the boy stretched his ass still an inch higher, wiggling it around expectantly. Justin felt little warm kisses on his back and his butt and was so excited and everything tickled and buzzed and "Hh!" then he jerked away startled as something hot and wet snaked between his butt cheeks. From top to bottom and back again. And he wailed out loud and his heart beat in his throat and then he couldn’t even breathe anymore, as he looked over his shoulder and saw the big prince cat, sitting behind him, licking him all over with the most wonderful tongue. Blindly, Brian put a secure hand on Justin's back to keep him still, before he stiffened his tongue and pushed it carefully into a tiny pink opening. He had to fight intense resistance and growled low in his throat at the almost desperately mewling sounds coming from Justin's mouth. But he took his time and rubbed his tongue with smooth, even movements again and again through the hard ring of muscle until he was rewarded with sweet surrender and three tiny drops of pre cum on his Milan wood floor. Justin bit into the white cushion fabric and wanted to laugh and yell and to fly away but then he only squeaked a bit and shoved his bottom further and further against Prian’s lips, because he wanted to have more and more of the damp breath and the long tongue and the hundreds and thousands of butterflies flying around everywhere in his body, as the prince withdraw for a moment and then came back to lick him everywhere with a broad, soft tongue. Between his legs, on his butt cheeks and so very deep inside, like a big tiger cat, who was hungry and thirsty and growled because it couldn’t find enough to eat. Brian sat back on his heels for a moment to admire his spit shiny work, kneaded the soft globes then roughly with both hands and bent down again, to sink his tongue back into the virgin tight tunnel for a last time, „Ah Fuck, Justin…“ before he wasn’t able to stand it any longer and laid down heavy on Justin’s back, wrapped his long arms around him, kissed a warm, scented neck and moved his own painfully hard erection, moaning and panting heavily, against the boys firm ass. Again and again, while he reached with practiced fingers between Justin's legs to bring him over the edge with a couple of last strokes. Justin tore his eyes open and then squeezed them tightly shut. The prince was in him and on him and all around him and white stars and small blue flying dots and loud water brawling came and made him as light as a feather and the butterflies whirled through the air and wrapped around him to make everything dark and far away. And then there was only Prian and nothing more. Prian’s smell, Prian’s fast heartbeat, Prian’s intense panting on his neck, Prian’s small kisses at his shoulders and Prian’s wonderful whispering words close to his ear. He couldn't understand them but they sounded more beautiful than everything else in the world. Even after three minutes Brian felt no desire to move, however, as the blurry curtain lifted a little from his foggy brain, he figured that he was probably a little too heavy with his full weight on the slim boy under him. „Hhh" He began to move his limbs, dug his nose into Justin’s neck and then screwed up his face in disgust, when he was confronted with the fact that he had ejaculated in his underwear like a thirteen-year-old. „Shit." Rather ungracefully he stood up, felt his wet shorts, looked at the half-naked boy who knelt on all fours over a very impressive puddle, and decided that he didn’t regret the experience even if he’d embarrassed himself by shooting in his briefs. "Hey." He tousled through the small pile of blond hair strands, wildly spread out on his sinfully expensive couch cushion. „You okay? “ Two blue eyes opened and looked up a little dazed. Justin felt a bit cold and limp and would’ve preferred for an hour to just... "…sleep." He lowered his naked butt to the floor, rubbed with the ball of his hand over his nose and closed his eyes again. "Ah ah." Brian grinned and patted the kid on the shoulder. “Don't even think of it. Off to the shower.” "Yes." Justin pressed his face into the cushion and sighed. Brian took him by the arm and dragged him on his feet. “Come on, princess. Get up.” "Yes." Justin looked at the prince pleading. He really wanted to ... "…go to bed?” Brian took him by the hand. “Go into the shower.” "Yes." The boy plodded awkwardly after the prince and turned around once again half way out, pointing to the clearly wet spot in front of the sofa. “Certainly wee-wee.” "Pissing.” "Yes." The prince dragged him out of the room and upstairs. “Of course Prian pissed...pissed on the floor." He said it in slight disapproval. Brian squeezed Justin's hand a bit too tightly and the blond squeaked in alarm. “I did not!" He growled his observation while entering the bedroom and switching on the light. “...little twat.” "Yes." Justin wiggled his toes on the soft cat fur carpet, thought of Prian’s beautiful tongue and smiled brightly as the door to the bathroom opened. “Of course lick…lick Prian in the shower." He liked puddle water. --------------- Brian Kinney was definitely a fan of long fair princess hair, although he would’ve denied it in front of every court in the country with a hand over his very manly heart. But here in the peaceful private atmosphere of his bedroom in the half-dark, with a freshly showered, stark-naked Justin at his side, the long damp strands virtually wrapped all by themselves around his fingers. First he watched Justin’s tired eyes and then a particularly long hair strand, which he could knot eight times around his index finger. “Your hair is long.” "Yes." Justin sighed tiredly and fought with all his power to hold his heavy eyes open. The prince just looked so beautiful. "Why do you have such long hair?” "Yes." The boy yawned, smacked his lips quietly and extended his hand to touch Prian’s eyebrow. “Certainly to climb.” The right corner of Brian’s mouth lifted in amusement while he was wrapping two fingers synchronously in blond hair. “People don't climb on hair.” They didn’t? Justin looked at the prince a little confused. He was really terribly tired. "Nobody climbs on hair." Brian spoke softly and moved a little closer. “People climb on a rope.” "Yes." Justin yawned again and blinked twice before his eyes closed. Brian planted a kiss on still damp hair and shoved every thought of cuddling with damned brats away, before he too didn't want to hold his eyes open any longer and fell asleep with three fingers twisted in blond hair. ----------------