Justin was escorted back to his cell.  Walking down the long dark corridors, he speculated as to whether or not Brian Kinney was married or single, straight or gay. It was difficult to assess, because Brian exuded a self assured confidence, and was not the least bit effeminate.  Unlike Justin, who was relentlessly teased by the other students in school, due to his sensitive, artistic nature. Justin hadn't noticed a ring on his finger, but that was not unusual for prison personnel.  Many of them didn't want the inmates to know anything about their personal lives.  

Sitting across from Brian, he had been acutely aware of the sexual attraction he had for him.  Jesus, he couldn't escape fast enough after Brian had made his little speech. Did he misread the appraising look he felt Brian was giving him? No one had ever had this effect on Justin, and it made him feel strange.  Justin knew fuck all about his new therapist, but was now determined to figure him out.

He recounted the disappointment that flashed across Brian's face after he related his news to Justin.  How did he expect Justin to react?  Jump up and down with enthusiasm that he was going to be Brian's "pet project"?  Justin had learned the hard way not to believe in the well intentioned adults that wanted to rescue him, or be his friend.  

Justin had been in Juvie since he was fifteen years old.  During that time, he had witnessed the departure of five counselors.  When Justin had first been remanded to Riker's, he had made the mistake of talking to a young counselor who seemed genuinely interested in helping him.  He had just started opening up to the  psychologist when one day the doctor disappeared.  Justin later overheard two guards say that the doc had accepted a job offer at a well paying private institution.  Justin had been devastated.  No goodbyes...nothing.  He had almost revealed some of his innermost secrets to this man.  Justin knew better now.  Returning his thoughts to Brian, he cautioned himself, "He's not going to get to me.  I won't let him, even if he is the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

Brian could feel his dick getting hard at the mere thought of Justin Taylor.  The blond haired kid was distracting him in a way that was unsettling.  He was looking forward to going to Barracuda tonight, the hot new gay dance club in Manhattan, and satisfying his needs.  Brian knew that he had to do <i>something</i> to erase the image that kept popping into his head, of piercing blue eyes, a young toned body, and a silky golden mane.