Thanks a lot for the nice welcome here! =) I have written 19 chapters and translated 5 chapters on this story so far. So I hope I can update more often. 
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The next days were horrible. Brian had the feeling that everybody starred pitifully at him. Well, that means his friends pretended to feel sorry for him. But the worst thing was that they always wanted to make him talk. Did nobody realize that he just wanted to forget everything? But how should you eliminate something if you got reminded of it all the time?
But it wasn’t the only thing that drove him insane. Now he also had to endure the malicious looks of discarded tricks. He couldn’t ignore anymore how they whispered and laughed about him.

His ignominy caused gossip and had put about in the entire gay area of the city. A lot of guys that Brian had kicked out after a hot one-night-stand or that hadn’t even had a chance with him used it to get back at him. Brian felt like pilloried and couldn’t even untroubled do his favorite spare time activities.

And then he met Alex again with his new - very young - boyfriend. The asshole dared to wink at him. Then he kissed the boy next to him with passion to get one over on Brian. In this moment the older man knew that he had no future in this city anymore.

It still hurt like crazy to see Alex with another guy and to be reminded that their common future was nothing more than a big fat lie.

No, Brian felt that he had to cut all ties that he had to start again. A new town, a new ambience maybe would give him some courage to face life again. He could try to forget about Alex. And in the clubs he could pick up some tricks again without fear of fleer and mock. He just needed his old reputation back. At that time when he was still the - like Alex called him - cold asshole, he had felt much better. 

He needed a new beginning and then everything would be fine again, Brian tried to tell himself. Fortunately he had an own company and was his own boss. He was sure that he could work in another city as well. New York, for example, didn’t sound bad. The aspiring economy there always needed some good advertisement.

Brian who stood at the window of his already cancelled loft, turned around with a big sigh. He already packed up all his things. Tomorrow it was time. A plane would bring him into a new life.

*****

Two months later he had made it already. He had a small and hale company. He wasn’t as successful as in Pittsburgh yet, but he was successful enough to compete with the market.
In the strict sense it worked out so well, that he decided to expand a bit and to hire a new graphic artist. With a good artist on his side he probably would get even more assignments.

*****

Justin Taylor was 21 years old and had already finished his study of graphic and design at the art academy with success. He was an exceptionally gifted artist. Unfortunately only his professors were the only ones to notice his talent.

“You’ll find a good job one day.” His best friend Daphne said encouragingly and put an arm around his shoulder. “And if not, you’ll earn your money as a freelance artist. I’m sure your great pictures will find rapid sales. And see: As a freelance artist you can work everywhere. You could move to Italy, buy a house on the beach and meet a nice Italian who passionately makes amore with you…”

“Stop!” He laughed and hit her playfully. “First of all, it’s too hot in Italy. Besides the life as a self-employed is too insecure and I probably will never fall in love.”

“Yeah, but the latter is because you are too demanding. You had found an error in every guy who was interested in you. One was too insensitive, another one didn’t know anything about art, yet another one didn’t have any humor. They had been too fat, too dumb, too dependent, etcetera, etcetera.” Daphne rolled her eyes. If her friend wouldn’t lower his demands a bit, he would stay alone forever.

*****

“Okay, I will call you back.” Brian was already pretty frustrated as he tried to get rid of the young man. It was the 28th applicant already who was no good. Didn’t any good artist exist in this city? He had believed that New York was a stronghold for artists. But in the meantime he had the suspicion that it was a rumor only.

Sighing he massaged his temples. He slowly was getting a headache. 

A look into his date book told him that he had to endure only one applicant still. This Taylor was the last one he would still see today. If this guy wasn’t good either, Brian would have misspent an entire day. It wouldn’t happen again though. Then he rather would draw up the graphics and pictures for his orders himself. Maybe they wouldn’t bring the desired success, but at least he didn’t have to pay somebody either.

Brian almost had decided to hide nobody, when he asked his secretary to let in the last applicant.

The brunette appalled gasped for breath, when the door opened and two blue eyes starred at him. For a moment he believed to look into in Alex’ eyes and his heart threatened to stop beating.