A/N: Dedicated to my niece who taught me how to enjoy my food without ´sticks´. And a little Justin-tongue-action for seanmegansean __________________________________________________________ Justin felt very shy today. Quietly, he sat on the warm wooden floor in the living room and watched as the dwarf played with two tiny cars. His eyes followed every small movement and registered every detail carefully. But whenever the dwarf would look at him or say something, he looked quickly aside and grew into a motionless statue. “Oh. My. Lord. " Sang Emmett in an enraptured whisper as he rubbed his extra fine steel wool in little circles over the dirty pan. “He is so adorable!" “Yeah." Brian typed three last words onto his keyboard and looked blankly in the direction of the kitchen. “Stop drooling into my fucking pot. It’s unhygienic." "It’s a pan…" The cleaner pouted at the insult and turned his attention completely to his activity with the cookware. “Spoil sport." Humming car noises, Gus shoved his red toy car to the front of Justin's shoe, ramming against it as if he were creating sound effects for an action movie, before he let the little car make a fivefold overturn. Justin looked rigidly to the wall, with wide eyes and a pounding heart. He didn’t know that such little cars existed. He didn’t like the noises the dwarf was making either. They were loud and like the bad wolf. Then the red car fell down and the dwarf sat too close beside him. He really would have preferred to have his toast now and also his… “…book." Brian looked up from his desk. “Here." With his pen he tapped on the old book that lay next to his documents. Justin didn’t react. Instead he started to bob up and down nervously and wrapped a thin hair strand tightly around his finger as Gus now let the black car bang frontally against his shoe. Brian closed his pen and sat straight up. “Justin." “Of course. Certainly broken." “Whooom!" Gus let both cars run into Justin's foot now. Justin's eyes flickered irritated from left to right while he whimpered weakly. “Gus!" The boy looked innocently at his father. “Stop it." Gus held both cars up. “But I am a stuntman!" “Not on my Milan wood floor." Brian raised his voice slightly. “Justin. Look at me." “Of course. Certainly… always behind the seven mountains." “Justin." “Yeah." The blond turned his head and at first didn’t know where the prince exactly was. He found him at a little table at the other end of the room and looked at him with helpless blue eyes. “Of course. Now the book is gone." Brian held the book up. “Come over here." “Yeah." Justin looked at the wall and grew stiff. The dwarf crawled around him in little circles and whroomed and whroomed and pushed the little cars faster and faster. Brian got up without any emotion on his face and went over to where his son played. With two hands he lifted him up and put him one foot further to the left. “Come on." He extended five fingers and a book towards Justin. “Yeah." Without looking, the boy took his book, took hold of Prian’s hand and got up awkwardly. The older man led him to his desk without any comment, sat down and patted himself on the thigh. “Sit down." “Yes." Justin looked down briefly and then immediately away and up to the white ceiling. Of course there was… “…no free chair." Brian pulled him by the wrist. “I know." Justin's back was bolt-upright and the rest of his body petrified instantly as he sat on Prian’s beautiful leg. The prince smelled so good; his head started to buzz from it. Brian laid an arm loosely around Justin's hip and his other hand on the mouse to open one of his layouts on the screen. “Do you see this?" He pointed at a blue stroke. “Yeah." Justin stared up to the ceiling. The prince held him tightly although he wasn’t sitting on the wall. Brian tapped him softly on the leg. “Justin. Look over here." “Yeah." The boy turned his head and looked at the little television set standing on the prince’s table. A film with a grandmother came on it. A grandmother without hair and with black glasses. Nothing moved. Everything was... “…of course asleep." "The font isn’t right." Mister Kinney indicated the problematic area of his Eye Conic ad. “Which color is better than blue?" Justin stared at the screen for a long time without showing the slightest reaction. He then looked at the ceiling again. “Of course orange." Surprised, Brian raised his eyebrows. “Of course orange? Why?" “Hhh." Justin sighed while looking at a little fly that crawled over the noble ceiling facing in the prince castle. “Orange is the new blue." Sometimes the prince really was a bit stupid. Brian blinked to this assessment two times, wrinkled his forehead while clicking around in his design program for some time. Finally, he rubbed the right corner of his mouth. The little twat was right. Orange looked brilliant with the color compositions of the residual outline. "Ahem." He cleared his throat, quickly saved his work and stroked his thumb over Justin’s sharp hip bone as if rewarding him. “Well done." “Yes. Justin." Justin's eyes looked empty aside, but his body relaxed noticeably on Brian's lap. The doorbell rang, but Mister Kinney saw no reason at all for giving up his more than comfortable position. “Emmett!" "Jesus!" Emmett came, theatrically swinging his hip, from the kitchen and ran urgently in the direction of the lobby. “Good god, I’m coming!" After a short flirtation with the sweet Thai deliverer on the threshold, the domestic help took the two food bags, went back into the kitchen with it and started to unpack everything. It rustled and crackled. Justin contorted his neck to see where the noises came from. Brian didn’t take his eyes from the screen. “It’s the food." “Yes. Of course toast and beans." The older one grinned briefly while using his keyboard one handed. “No toast." “Of course." Justin fidgetted nervously on the prince’s thigh. “White beet." “Hmm." Brian scrolled on the lower area of the page and pushed Justin off his lap. “Go on and take a look." “Go on." Justin toddled along with small steps and his book tightly in his arms. He really wanted to know what was in all the boxes the servant had. Presumably many yellow... “…butterflies." ””””””””””””” Brown sauce was on the white beet and Justin cleaned every single one extremely conscientiously with his tongue before actually taking it into his mouth and chewing. The servant had given him sticks to eat with, but Justin used his fingers to fish the soy sprouts out of the greasy carton because one never could eat with wood sticks. Emmett dropped a deep fried shrimp off of his chopsticks as he watched two shiny fingers disappear in the boy’s mouth, welcomed by a diligent pink tongue. Brian, however, didn’t even look up while scraping the last rice grains from his carton. “Eat the meat, Justin." "Yes." Justin had found white beet number 21 under a large piece of a flabby mushroom, sniffed at it, licked it clean and then ate it up with pleasure. “Of course Saturday. Tuna and cheese." Brian wiped his mouth. “Eat your chicken. You hate tuna." He did? Justin peered for a moment at his wonderful box meal, pressed one finger carefully on a piece of fried chicken and finally put it into his mouth. His gaze skeptically turned towards the prince. Brian got up to dispose his empty food cartons and while he passed by, stroked over Justin's head. “Good boy." "Yeah." The blond chewed proudly and leaned into Prian’s strong hand. “Justin." “I want to eat with my fingers too!" Gus had watched Justin’s greasy fingers with pure jealousy and buried his own hand deep in a portion of fried noodles. “Good." His father took the two coloured plastic chopsticks away and went to the rubbish can. “No!" Gus immediately started to cry out in panic. “Don’t throw them into the trash, daddy! These are my chopsticks!" Stressed, Brian looked back at his son. “You know I hate it if unused things lie around here.” “But I need them!" The boy declared quickly and took his hand out of the food. “You just said you wanted to eat with your fingers!" “No!" Gus vehemently shook his head. “Hff." With an annoyed look, Brian dropped the trash bin lid, took a wet cloth out of the sink, went to clean his sons’ fingers and gave the chopsticks back. “Would you kindly make up your mind a bit earlier next time? I don’t have time for this nonsense." "Okay." Gus nodded guilty. Emmett grinned around a mouth full of fried duck. Who would have thought? Mister Kinney’s education methods were perhaps a little unconventional but nonetheless very effective. ””””””””””””” Brian always represented the opinion that democracy was generally overvalued and decided on supporting the reintroduction of monarchy in the State of Pennsylvania with full force from now on, as he found himself on some dirt road which he’d never seen in his life before. A good 50 meters behind his property. “Didn’t we already walk far enough?! Let’s go back." Disgusted, he lifted a black leather shoe from the ground. The dirt around here was absolutely unbelievable. “No-o." Gus twittered and ran from the left to the right side because he had seen a really great stone next to the faded dandelion. “Pff…" Mister Kinney puffed his cheeks out, looked at the clock on his cell phone and then his gaze fell over to the blond boy who padded in turtle speed next to him, with a tight hold on his hand and blinking up into the sun with a crinkled nose. “Are you having fun?" “Yeah." Justin looked a little more to the left, where a big cloud looked like the pumpkin coach which Cinderella used to drive to the ball at the beautiful castle. “Holding hands with Prian." Now Brian crinkled his nose too and turned his gaze uninterested to the other side. But five long fingers nevertheless drew themselves a trace firmer around Justin's hand. “Hmm. I meant the damn walk." “Yes. Fun with Prian." "Ah. You think so, yes?" Brian pointed to his dusty shoes in proof. “Do you see this?" The boy looked down. “Yes." “These are original Forzieri calfskin shoes from Italy. Hand manufactured! Have you any idea how much something like that costs?" “Yes." Justin looked up again. “Of course twelve dollars." Mister Kinney stopped and looked at the boy. “Twelve?" “Yes. Certainly twelve dollars at Wal-Mart. Shoes in supply for Justin Taylor." Brian wrinkled his forehead and looked at Justin's old shoes. “Your shoes are from Wal-Mart? Who bought those for you?" "Yes." Justin looked aside and wrapped a hair strand around his finger. “Do you have other shoes too?" “Yes." Justin started to rock softly. Of course there were his… “…slippers under the bed." “Hmm." Brian rubbed his neck and went on after he had again a secure hold around Justin's fingers. “You need more than one pair of shoes. Do you have money?" “Yes." Justin rubbed his ear and smiled as he thought of his Christmas-pudding money treasure. It was so shiny and lay… “…of course in the drawers." “Your money is in the drawers? In your room?" "Yes. All fourteen." “Fourteen? Fourteen what?! Hundred, thousand?" “Yes. Of course fourteen pennies." Brian's eyebrows shot up. “Fourteen pennies? This is all your money?" “Yes. Money treasure in the pudding. Always on Christmas." Justin's cheeks shone rosily at this thought. Christmas always was so beautiful and of course one would have… “…fried bird without feathers." "Th." Brian was speechless for a moment. The damned boy had nothing but fourteen fucking pennies from his damn Christmas pudding and actually believed this were a good thing?! That was really ridiculous and made his anger level dramatically rise when he looked at Justin’s ancient, cheap shoes and wondered who the hell was responsible for dressing the boy. Apparently nobody. They walked some time in silence before Brian squeezed the smaller hand slightly in his fingers. “Would you like to have other shoes?" Would he? Justin looked up in the clouds. Of course his other shoes stood... “…under the bed." "Hmm. Which shoes do you like?" A broad smile moved over the boy’s pale face in the fraction of seconds. He liked the… “… seven league boots!" He laughed at the prince happily. “So fast!" Brian looked down at Justin and smiled himself for a brief moment. “Yeah? Where do you buy those?" The smile disappeared and was replaced by pure confusion. Hmm. Justin didn’t know where one could buy seven league boots. They simply were painted in his... “…book." “Hh." Brian stroked his thumb over Justin’s knuckles. “Emmett is looking after it, remember?" “Yeah." The boy smiled. The servant was funny. Gus came running and held his hands out proudly. “I already have eight and I’m going to find much more!" Brian blinked skeptically at the stone and earth clod collection in Sonny Boys hands. “Weren’t there stones without mud?" Gus shook his head. “No." “Wonderful." Sighed Brian and accepted the findings reluctantly. Gus immediately ran away again. “I go and look for more!" “Only five more minutes.” Brian called after the child. "Your mother comes then!" "No." “Hm?" The older man frowned at Justin. “Certainly she won’t come." “Who?" Justin scratched his cheek before looking aside again. “Yes. Of course mommy can’t come." Brian raised his eyebrows. “Why won’t she?" “Yeah." Justin made six small, clumsy steps before he gave an unemotional answer. “Of course she doesn’t come. Justin certainly isn’t alright." "Your mother? When was the last time you saw her?” “Yes. The eighth…February eighth." “In February?" Mister Kinney’s anger level rose another two points as he calculated the difference from February to September. “Yes. Of course the eighth…February eighth...nineteen hundred…ninety two." Brian grimaced as a flush of unwelcome emotions rushed through his abdomen and stopped in the pit of his stomach. It was a heavy feeling. He looked up to the sky and squinted his eyes before exhaling deeply. But this stupid feeling wouldn’t go away. He didn’t know what to say, so he let go of Justin's hand and without looking, stroked his hand through soft blond hair before putting his arm around thin shoulders. “We should go back. Emmett probably phoned his little hustler friend in Honkong again on my fucking account." "Yes. Of course back to the castle." Justin's hand wandered nervously between his legs. “Certainly to the toilet.” “You have to go?" “Yes. Pissing into the toilet." Brian looked at Justin, smiled in slight pride and drew his arm more tightly around the boy. “Damn right pissing!" ””””””””””””” Gus ran into the farthest corner of the living room as he heard his mother ringing the doorbell. “Hello my little lamb. Did you have fun with daddy?" Lindsay discovered her child behind one of Brian's designer stand lights. “I won’t go home!" The child immediately explained and held on to the lamp with both hands for support. Lindsay drew closer and smiled friendly. “But pumpkin, it’s late and we have to stop at the supermarket." "No!" Gus clang a little more tightly to the lamp and shook his head. “I haven’t painted the stones yet!" “Gus." Brian interfered. “Go and fetch your jacket. You can paint the stones next time.” Gus stomped his foot and thick tears of despair collected in his dark eyes. “But Justin won’t be here then!" “Who’s Justin, darling?" Lindsay got hold of her son’s hand and dragged him out from behind the lamp. “A friend of Izzy?" Gus cried bitterly as his mother helped him with his jacket. “No! Izzy only likes other guinea pigs! Not people!" "Well if you say so, pudding pie." Lindsay smiled in understanding while Brian rolled his eyes. “Say goodbye to daddy, okay?" With one arm in front of his face and deep sobbing the boy replied half hartedly. "Bye, daddy." His mother then took him away. “Bye, Sonny Boy." Brian waved only briefly, before he let the door fall shut and leaned with a deep sigh against it. It was always nice if he had Gus for a couple of hours, but once in a while it was almost nicer when Lindsay picked him up again and nothing but perfect silence was to be heard all over beautiful Brighton. An unpleasant clattering noise came loudly from the upper floor and Brian closed his eyes and rubbed his neck. Seems as if he’d overlooked the other boy in this whole peace and quiet thing. The one pissing in his private bathroom. “Justin.” Brian trudged up the stairs, obviously exhausted by the unforeseen activities of the last hours, and didn’t bother to knock at the bathroom door. "What the fuck is taking you so long. I thought you only had to pi- Fuck!" Shocked, he tore open the door at the sight of his London imported, $61, Taylor of Old Street aftershave lotion shattered in thousands of well smelling fragments on the luxurious marble floor. "Of course." Justin stood a little beside, pants around his ankles and an innocent look turned to the wall, while he was rocking softly back and forth. “All broken." Brian blinked twice before he gesticulated in outrage at the mess on his floor. “Damn right it’s fucking broken! My things are none of your fucking business! I thought you had to piss!" “Yeah." The boy wrapped a hair strand around his finger nervously. “Into the toilet. Prian says." “Shit!" On his tip toes Mister Kinney stilted through the shards and shoved Justin further in the back. “This crap costs a fucking fortune!" “Yes. Smells like Prian." A little helpless, Brian grabbed a towel, knelt down and shoved the wet shards aside. Pfft. Smells like Prian. Damned brat. On all fours he wiped over his sandalwood floor and peeked up briefly to where Justin played with his bare penis nervously. “Could you please pull your fucking pants up again if you’re finished?!" “Yeah." Justin bent down a little clumsily. “Certainly not catch a cold." Brian dropped his head and threw the towel away. “Yeah. Exactly.” He got up and wiped his hands on his Levis while Justin was trying to close his trouser buttons. “So. Do you want to go back now? It’s almost six." "No." The tip of Justin's shiny wet tongue appeared in deep concentration. It wasn’t easy to slide the second button into the provided opening. Brian took his hands out and worked the last two buttons of Justin's fly personally. “Why not? Dinner’s at six, isn’t it?" “Yes. White beet." Justin rocked again and looked up to the ceiling. He liked Prian’s hands. They were strong and big and felt good. “Prian has box…boxes." Brian watched his own fingers with a certain fascination as they stayed much longer than necessary at the boy’s pants before clearing his throat irritated as he took them away and rubbed his neck instead. “It’s called kong-pow chicken." "Yes.” Justin curled his left hand in blond hair while sliding the right one between his legs where the beautiful prince’s hand had been just a moment earlier. “Good boy. Justin." Brian smiled slightly, although he really didn’t know why, when a hot ache shot through his abdomen. “Yes. Come on now." He turned around and switched off the light. Justin followed with small steps. He wiggled his toes in his shoes and pouted because he couldn’t feel the beautiful soft fur carpet in front of Prian’s bed through the thick shoe soles. He really didn’t like his shoes. The older man walked down the corridor, to the stairs and looked around twice whether the boy still was behind him or not. “You have twenty minutes. What do you want to do?" “Yeah." Justin plodded awkwardly on the steps while his fascinated look was attached to the large naked guy painting. “Certainly watch TV." “Watch TV." Wow. Brian was positively surprised. No messy handicrafts, no pointless walking around. Only watching the damn television. This was one of his easiest exercises. “Yes. Of course. In the community room." "Yeah, well," Brian went into the living room, snatched the remote control and flopped down on the sofa. “My community room isn’t G-rated, Rapunzel. The television is here." “Yeah." The blond stopped and stared at the screen mesmerized when the prince flipped through the channels. Brian patted the cushion beside him. “Come here, Justin." Without taking his gaze from the screen, Justin toddled closer to the couch, crawled laborious on it and knelt beside Prian. With straight back and big, attentive eyes. Brian switched from football, to a kids show, to a program for deaf people and finally stopped on a documentary about Hollywood celebrities. “Do you see this?" He pointed with his finger. “This blond bitch over there is stupid like an empty breadbasket but the heteros love her." Justin tipped his head aside. There was a small… “…dog in the bag." He laughed. He wanted a dog in a bag too! Brown eyes lost their focus on the television, to become a silent witness of a broad sunshine smile. “Yes. Disgusting. I’m not sure who licks whom in this relationship." "Yeah." Justin moved with his butt from the left on the right heel and rubbed his ear as on cue a tiny dog licked the powdered face of his blond haired owner. Justin’s own tongue peeked briefly out to lick over raspberry colored lips. Brian was incapable of looking back to the screen. Or closing his mouth. Justin laughed again and looked at the prince excited. “He can lick!" Brian cleared his throat and tried to look as uninterested as possible away. “Wow. Imagine that." "Like Prian." The boy touched Prian’s mouth a little clumsily with two fingers. Brian looked steadily at the television, but opened his lips and bit briefly in Justin's fingertips. Justin squeaked and pulled his hand back before he first looked alarmed at his fingers and then at the prince. “Hh." Brian grinned at Justin's shocked expression, grabbed for the small fingers, took them back and licked over the place where his teeth had been. “Better?" Justin's fingers tickled and he fidgeted nervously. He really would have preferred to… “…lick Prian’s mouth again.” Four small words which shot directly to Brian's crotch. But he remained cool and took Justin's fingers away. “It’s called kissing." “Yes." Justin looked to the ceiling. “Very wet." For a moment Brian looked at the younger man silently before leaning back relaxed into the cushions. “Do you remember the kiss?" “Yes." “At night on the street?" Justin scratched himself with one finger behind the ear. His belly began to tickle and his face became really warm. “Yes. Prian’s tongue." A small evil sparkle flashed through Brian’s eyes. “You want to kiss me again?" It took a while till the boy answered, but as he did, it was very clear. “Yes." Brian had his foot placed firmly on the floor, the other leg outstretched alongside the whole sofa length and his arms loose on the couch’s arm and back. “Then come over here and do it." “Yes. Kiss Prian." Justin didn’t change his position. “Justin." Brian too. “Yeah." The blond turned his head slowly and looked at the prince. With rosy cheeks and long eyelashes over innocent eyes. Brian didn’t know why, but he could’ve sworn his heart suddenly pounded a little faster than usual. Perhaps this was the reason why the next words came out a trace gentler. “Come here to me." Justin didn’t give any answer but moved closer, on his knees on one ridiculously expensive couch cushion. Closer and closer until he knelt precisely between the wide opened legs of the prince. “Yeah." His gaze uneasily turned upwards. Brian brought a hand to Justin’s cheek and whispered because he knew that he had the full attention of the boy. “You want to kiss me?" Justin said nothing. But he nodded and nestled in Prian’s large hand. He would’ve preferred to kiss the prince right now. Brian's long fingers slipped back on Justin's neck, caressed the warm skin there briefly. "Come closer." He directed the boy firmly but gently forward. Justin grew stiff at first but Brian let his thumb stroke over the velvety lips and finally pressed it carefully between them to elicit what was hidden behind. Justin whimpered quietly and pushed with his tongue against Prian’s thumb. It tasted slightly salty and he began to lick it. Brian slid his thumb more deeply and then drew it back almost completely. The tongue followed him and with a last helping push in the neck it found it’s way without resistance over onto his waiting lips. Justin squeezed his eyes shut tightly and breathed heavily through his nose. His hands cramped and his whole belly boiled with heat. The prince tasted so good and smelled of Prian and almonds. Justin couldn’t do anything against it, this little wailing in his throat had to come out. Followed closely by a noise that sounded like the whimpering of a very hungry puppy. Brian drew back a little, stroked calmingly over the back of Justin’s head and looked at the pale face with a searching gaze. Tightly shut eyes, rosy cheeks, blond hair, and swollen damp lips.. Brian smiled, traced over a high cheek bone with his thumb and then licked Justin’s lips with a soft tongue. Once, twice and by the third time dived softly between them. Justin mewled and Brian growled overwhelmed as the boy began to suckle his tongue like a newborn child. With firm arms, Brian dragged Justin against his chest, held him tight and heard himself moan with pleasure. Again and again. Completely taken by the sweet taste that was pure Justin. Justin couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think. Prian held him tighter and tighter but not close enough. He whimpered and tried to crawl closer and more deeply into this warm mouth. He licked with his tongue over Prian’s lips, smooth white teeth and every millimetre he found behind. He never wanted to stop. The prince tasted better than white beet and Christmas pudding. He tasted better than every almond could ever smell. He felt a hand on his butt and was frightened for a second, before he sucked harder on Prian’s tongue and pressed his pelvis forward with a whimper. “Ahh…“ Brian moaned loudly as the boy began to rub his hardness against him. He kneaded Justin's perfect ass, followed by an adventurous middle finger. A promising crack under the material of thin trousers intensified his expertly tongue work. …before his blurred mind realised that he couldn’t take the little one up to his 'community room'. “Justin!" A little more abruptly than both would’ve expected, he broke the kiss and breathed hot breath into Justin's face. A face with glowing cheeks, swollen wet lips and blue eyes that looked at him longingly and almost desperately. “We can’t-" He looked at the boy, pushed the blond head quickly down to his chest and kissed his soft hair. “It’s time for you to go now." Justin blinked and pushed his nose tightly into Prian’s shirt. He really wanted to… “…stay with Prian." Brian closed his eyes briefly and rubbed his hand over Justin's back. “But you have to eat your cheese and go to bed." “Yes." Justin kept absolutely still. He liked Prian’s fingers on his back and listened to a fast heartbeat. “Of course toast." “Cheese.” Brian whispered. “Sleep with Prian." Mister Kinney wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or cry out of frustration, as his pants grew still a bit tighter at this suggestion. “No. You have to go to your room.” He did? Justin thought this over and grew sad because the prince was certainly right. Justin had to stay in the tower until Christmas. But he hated to wait. He sniffed noisily and rubbed his face against Prian’s chest. The heavy stone in Brian's stomach appeared again but he tried to ignore it and patted the boy’s butt. “Hey, did you just blow your nose into my $120 Armani shirt?" Big blue eyes looked at him innocently. Brian pressed a small kiss on a pale forehead. “Come on, brat. Time to take someone across the street."