Kiss me alright chapter 23 -The way that I feel- (please notice the NC-17 warning) is for you, the plane ticket to Siberia is for me. Please call me when the drama is over, so I can come back to post chapter 24. Thank you. *toddlesoff* A/N: I’m so sorry frogsofine, but it’s not Christmas yet, so Brian can’t come to rescue Justin. But since I’m god in my little fanfic world, I’ve recruited a brand new cook for the St. James kitchen. Oh, and since Mister Shutterfly (the one and only) shot a rabbit (rabbit? Bunny-rabbit?!) we will have a delicious rabbit stew. Bon appétit *bows* And a huge hug to Rena for the late night beta *feedsyouwithrabbitstew* Chapter 23 – The way that I feel ‘ You think you`re so misunderstood I`d explain if only I could…’ When Plake came through the thick wall door on Friday morning to bring breakfast, he pinned a new meal schedule over Justin’s bed and said, “The new cook decided to change a few meals. You know, he’s from France. His name is Guillaume.” “Yeah.” Justin stood in front of the little basin to wash his hands. “Fried…fried bird and peas. Of course always…always on Friday.” “Not anymore.” The male nurse tipped his finger to the plan and read. “Here it is. Lunch on Friday. Rabbit stew, white bread and Brussels sprouts. Wow. Wonder where they got the rabbit from.” “Yes.” Justin padded over to the table and sat down. Of course Alice was always without the little white bunny. It was… “…certainly in wonderland.” Blake turned around and smiled. “Well, then it was a long journey for them.” “Yes.” Justin chewed the little pear pieces in his yogurt carefully. Alice always chattered and chattered and had a far too thick chest. He didn’t like Alice very much. ---------------- At ten o’clock, male nurse Schmidt entered room 4.11 and was a little disappointed that his favourite visitor wasn’t there. “Hello Justin.” Justin sat on the bed with his beautiful white handheld console and tipped the thin, black touchpen in concentration on the left screen. “That’s a really nice game. Did Mister Kinney give it to you?” Mister Schmidt stepped closer and peered at the monitor. Justin ignored him. He didn’t like for the sleeping nurse to be in his room. “Okay, but I’m afraid you have to turn it off now. Doctor Cameron is waiting for you in the community room. They play tic-tac-toe today. Sounds fun, don’t you think?” The nurse smiled encouraging at the young patient. There was a house on the screen, four people went in, three came out, two more walked in, then another three and finally one came out alone. The little man wanted to know how many people were in the house now. Hff. Justin clicked his tongue and slapped his forehead with his hand. The little man was a little stupid. Of course there were… “…certainly five.” He wrote a crooked 5 with his pen on the screen and the man was very glad that Justin knew the right answer. “Justin.” Ted snapped his fingers in front of Justin’s face to get his attention. “Come on, they want to start with the game.” Justin blinked and tried to look past the snapping fingers. He couldn’t see the crossword puzzle. “Justin!” Nurse Schmidt spoke louder and grabbed for the small console. “Give it to me, now. It’s time for your Friday game fun!” “Aaah.” Justin drew his fingers tighter around the console and looked up to the ceiling. “Come on, kid!” Ted got a slightly red face as he tried to pull the little device out of the boy’s fingers. “Doctor Cameron is waiting!” In the end the nurse won the battle and Justin knocked his hand hard against his forehead. “Yeah of course…fuck…fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off.” He said it not very loud and held his gaze blank to the wall. “What? Hey!” Ted put the device down on the nightstand and tried to touch the kid’s shoulder. “Don’t slap yourself, you know I have to give you a shot if you do that.” “Yeah.” Justin stood up, with his eyes to the ceiling, “Fuck off.” and walked with little steps to the window. “Fuck off, fuck off.” The words were only whispered now. And male nurse Schmidt watched him for a moment and after two minutes the thick wall door was closed and Justin was alone. “Yeah.” He lay his hands flat to the pane, “Fuck off.” and looked over at the castle, with all the white snow on the roof. “Prian…my Prian says.” He wanted for Prian to think of Justin Taylor in this moment, too. -------------------- At Lunchtime, male nurse Blake brought a plate with rabbit stew, a cup with apple juice and pointed to the new schedule, saying, “Remember, it’s rabbit and white bread on Fridays now. Not chicken.” “Yeah.” Justin didn’t like the juice, because he had wonderful prince water, but he found the cooked bunny smelled nice. He tipped the prongs of his fork into the brown bunny sauce and then licked it clean with his tongue. It tasted rather good. So he ate all the bunny slices, licked off the sauce and counted the Brussels sprouts but left them untouched on the plate. Then he stuck his finger through the soft inside of the white bread, lifted it up and “Oh oh.” watched as it fell into the apple juice and got all soggy and like mud. “Yeah.” He looked uninvolved up to the ceiling and wrapped a hair strand around his index finger. “What a …what a shit brew.” ------------------ At 3.15 in the afternoon, patient Taylor sat at the window in his room and watched as the servant, with a blue cap and a thick, orange colored jacket on, carried a big basket and two bags into the beautiful castle. “Yes, certainly…” he looked aside and curled blond hairs around his finger. “…certainly toast and water…water pudding.” He scrunched up his nose. Water pudding wasn’t very good and really slimy. “Frog?” It knocked on the thick wall door, the tinkling key came and Plake stuck his head into the room, with a friendly smile. “You want to come outside? Someone is on the phone for you.” “Yeah.” Justin didn’t blink. The servant came out again with a big shovel to clear away the snow in front of the castle. “Justin?” Blake smirked, scratched his ear and entered the room. “Well come on, if you want to speak on the phone you have to go out on the corridor. The phone is in the nurse’s station.” He took the young man by the hand and led him outside. “Yeah.” Justin followed with small steps. The lights on the corridor were brighter and it smelled different. There were other men, and he looked up into the bright lights because he didn’t like them. “So, come in. You can sit here if you want.” Blake guided the patient behind the big pane and showed him a chair, near the phone. Then he picked it up and spoke with a friendly look towards Justin. “Brian? Yeah, sorry it took a moment. He’s here now. I’ll pass you over, hang on.” He handed Justin the phone. “You have to hold it close to your ear. It’s your friend Brian.” “Yeah.” Justin sat stiffly on the strange chair, looked up to the white ceiling and held the phone a little clumsily to his ear. “Justin?” It was Prian’s voice and Justin’s eyes flickered. “You have to say something you know.” “Yeah.” Justin sighed and wiggled the toes in his shoes. On the other end of the line, Brian lifted one eyebrow. “Is this the first time you’ve spoken on the phone?” Was it? No. He spoke on the phone with mommy. “Yes. March…march eleventh.” He liked mommy’s voice so much. “You talked over the phone in march?” “Yes, with mommy. Nineteen hundred…ninety two.” Brian sat in his expensive office at his desk, imported from Italy, and had to close his eyes for a moment, while his long fingers got cold around the receiver of his phone. Then he drew his lips inside, moved a little to the left with his chair and cleared his throat. “Have you any therapy lessons this afternoon?” “Yeah.” The boy rubbed his forehead. “No.” “No? You sure?” “Yes.” “Good. You want to come and visit me for the weekend?” Justin’s eyes focussed on a postcard with palm trees that was pinned to the wall. He giggled happily. He liked the castle so much and wanted to go there to… “…see the prince.” “Brian.” “Yes Prian…” Justin sighed as if something were really exhausting. “Prian Kinney.” Brian furrowed his brows. “You know my name?” “Yeah.” They introduced each other and Justin ate very much… “…white beet.” “You remember that, huh?” Brian scratched his head. “Yes.” Justin smiled. He liked the prince so much. “Hh. So you want to come?” “Yeah. See…see Prian.” “Yes, at my home.” Justin wrapped a thick hair strand around his finger. He wanted to go over to the Pritin castle so badly but of course he could… “…not…not walk over the street…street alone.” Brian smiled slightly. “You want me to pick you up?” “Yeah.” Justin rubbed his shoulder against his free ear. “Certainly…certainly holding hands.” “If it’s unavoidable…” Brian busied himself with feeding his extra noise-reduced file shredder. “Emmett will make something with rice and chicken for dinner. Is that okay?” “Yeah.” Justin liked fried bird, but only… “…without feathers.” “You are a spoiled brat you know.” “Yeah.” Justin looked up to the ceiling again. “Justin.” “Hm. Go to your room and pack your bag.” “Yes, in the wardrobe. Prian…Prian says.” “Good. Pack your pyjama, socks, underwear, pants, a fresh shirt, your toothbr-” “Yeah, of course in…in Prian’s bathroom.” “Yes.” Brian sighed. “Sure, but don’t forget to pack your fucking book. I have better things to do than to listen to your whining about the damn thing for two days.” “Yeah. Certainly under the pillow.” His book was always under the pillow where no one could take it. “Hm. I’ll pick you up around 5 pm. Be ready.” “Yeah. Go…go with Prian across the street.” “I’ll give my best. Now pass the phone over to Blake, I have to talk to him.” “Yeah.” Justin looked uninterestedly aside. He didn’t want to give the phone to Plake. It was nice to hear Prian’s voice. Brian waited a minute and heard nothing but even breathing. “Well?” “Hff.” Justin blinked his eyes innocently and tugged at the long blond strand behind his ear. Brian stood up behind his desk. “Justin, pass the damn phone over!” “No.” “What do you mean, no?! Pass it over, I have to talk to Blake!” “Yeah. Speak with…speak with Justin Taylor.” “Justin!” Mister Kinney growled low in his throat. He hated not having control over situations. “Yeah. Certainly a good…good boy.” “No. Certainly a little twat. Pass over the phone immediately and go pack your bag or I won’t come to pick you up, understood?!” “Yes.” Justin got up and without a comment held the phone out for no one in particular. Brian waited another 61 highly frustrating seconds before a nurse’s voice was to be heard. “Hello, Brian? Sorry I was in the other room. Were you finished talking to Justin?” Blake smiled as he looked after the boy, who plodded with little steps in the direction of his room. “Yes, I wanted to-” “Hang on, I have to let him back into his room. I’ll be right back.” Blake put the receiver down and ran after the young patient with a tinkling key in his hand. While Brian plopped down in his comfortable leather chair, rubbing his forehead, as he felt a headache coming. “Fucking tower people, never heard of the invention of damn fucking cordless phones goddamnit…” ------------------ When Brian came home after work, he parked the car in front of his playboy mansion and jogged across the street and up through a stinking stairwell. At ward four he stopped by the nurse’s station and knocked on the pane. “Hey, anyone here?” Blake appeared with a cup of coffee. “Brian, hello. Justin waits in his room.” “No, shit.” Brian showed a big, fake smile. The nurse put his coffee down and took a key from its place at the wall. “Here, just bring it back before you leave.” “Hh.” Brian nodded slightly, shoved his fists into his jacket pockets and made his way to Justin’s door. It was locked three times and as he pushed the thick door open, Justin stared him straight in the eyes, from where he stood near the window, rubbing his crotch on the back of his old chair. Justin whimpered quietly and blinked his heavy eyelids three times. The prince was so beautiful and his belly tickled and he felt hot all over. He really would’ve preferred to… “…lick…Prian’s-” He couldn’t hold the visual contact any longer and had to look up to the ceiling, while he tried to press his hard penis tighter to the wooden back of the chair. Brian stood still for moment, staring at the unexpected sight before him with a blank face. Then he turned around, closed the door and leant slowly against it with his back. “Stop doing that, Justin.” “Hh.” Justin tried to look over to where Prian’s voice came from, but couldn’t concentrate. He felt dizzy and as if it were summer and the sun really warm. He thought of the first time the prince had licked his mouth. At night, on the street, with a soft, wet tongue and he had to whimper again and squirmed when his penis twitched almost painfully in his pants. “Justin stop.” Brian spoke softly. “Come over here.” This time the boy looked at him. Helplessly, with desperate blue eyes. He really would’ve preferred to… “…lick…kiss Prian’s…Prian’s mouth.” Brian didn’t say anything and simply held his hand out. “Yeah.” Justin looked up to the ceiling and pressed his fingers clumsily to the front of his tight pants. “My…my prince.” “Come here.” The older man whispered almost soundless. And Justin did. After half a minute, with small steps and rosy cheeks. And as he felt Prian’s warmth and could smell nothing but firesticks and almond skin, he stopped and buried his nose into a broad chest with a shuddering sigh. “Hmm.” Brian wrapped his arms around the smaller body and put his head down to speak in blond hair. “That’s better.” “Yes.” “You thought of me again, didn’t you?” Did he? Yes he had to think of Prian since he heard his voice in Plake’s phone. He liked Prian and wanted with him to... “…go to the castle.” “Hm. Did you pack your things?” “Yeah.” Justin grabbed himself between his legs, because it was uncomfortable and his penis really... “…hard.” Brian spoke close to Justin’s ear, “I know.” kissed it and released the blonde with a light slap on the butt. “Come on, Princess. Let’s get out of this sinkhole.” “Yeah.” Justin toddled off to his bed, where his new black bag stood. “Of course my book.” “Did you pack it?” Did he? Yes, it was in the bag … “…under the…under the pyjama.” “Good. Let’s go then.” Brian went towards the door. “Yes.” Justin looked up to the ceiling and didn’t move. “Of course my…my underwear.” Brian stopped and lifted one eyebrow. “Well, is it in the bag?” Justin thought about it for a moment. “Yes. My white…white panties.” Brian blinked, "Don't say panites. They’re called briefs." and showed an artificial smile. "Can we go now?" “Yes. Certainly…certainly the treasure…treasure jewellery.” “Hff.” Mister Kinney puffed out his cheeks and turned around. “Justin. I’m fucking bored to tears with this little game. Is everything you need in the damn bag now or not?!” Justin blinked his long eyelashes and looked at the wall. “Yes.” “And you want to go now?” “Yes. Holding…holding hands with Prian.” Brian sighed, rubbed his neck, went to grab the bag himself and held the other hand silently out for Justin. “Yeah.” The boy took it after nineteen seconds and smiled slightly. Brian didn’t. But he kissed Justin’s temple, rubbed his thumb over the pale fingers and dropped the little tinkling silver key off at the nurse’s station on their way out. He really hated this fucking tower-institution. ------------------ The whole castle smelled like fried bird and chocolate cookies tonight and the sun was gone and all the lights and lamps shone beautifully. Justin liked to be in Pritin so much and really would’ve preferred to never go back to the tower. “Baby!” Emmett had an apron with little trees and reindeers around his waist and smiled brightly as he hugged the young guest. “It’s so nice to see you!” He kissed Justin’s cheeks. “You have to tell me everything about your week and then we’ll go and-” “Justin.” Interrupted Brian and held the kid’s bag out for Emmett. “Why don’t you go upstairs? I’m sure the servant will show you your room.” “If I were your servant, Mister Kinney,” Emmett said, slightly pouting, “I would be clearly underpaid.” He took the bag and linked his arm with Justin’s. “Come on, baby. I’ll show you the bridal suite.” ------------- Justin liked the room. It was big and had valuable castle furniture and the cat fur carpet was dark blue like his pyjamas. He blinked and made a quiet purring sound. Then he got down on all fours a little awkwardly and peered under the big bed. There was blue carpet too and he really would’ve preferred to see the cat with the blue fur. Surely it was silky and wonderfully soft. It knocked on the door and “Hh!” Justin bumped his head on the wooden bed frame. It hurt and he rubbed the sore spot with his hand. “Hey.” Brian entered the room and furrowed his brows. “What are you doing down there?” Justin didn’t say anything and looked at the prince in alarm. Certainly he broke his head … “…on the bed.” Brian went closer and inspected the blond head in silence. Then he tousled the longish strands, “It’s okay. Just a little bump.” and walked over to the window. The St. James institution looked like a huge, grey box in the dark. “Do you like the bed?” He turned around to look at the young man. “Yes.” Justin sat still on the floor, stroked the soft carpet with his left hand and wrapped the right into his hair, while gazing blankly up to the ceiling. “Sleep with…sleep with Prian.” “Everyone needs their own bed.” Brian saw the bag near the wardrobe and nodded in its direction. “Why didn’t you unpack your stuff? Put it in the drawers.” “Yeah.” Justin stood up and rocked slightly back and forth. Brian watched him for a moment and then got closer and wrapped his arms loosely around a small waist. “Are you okay? You want to go back …home? To your room?” “Yeah.” Justin held his eyes steady towards the ceiling, but his left arm came slowly up to lay in Prian’s back. “Be with…be with my prince.” “Hmm.” Brian rubbed the tip of his nose against Justin’s cheek and then kissed the warm crook of his neck. “Brian.” “Yeah.” Justin’s blue eyes flickered and five thin fingers started to pet a strong prince back clumsily. “Prian…Prian Kinney. One five two one nine Pittsburgh Pennsylvania USA.” “Aren’t you a clever devil…” “Yes.” “Hmm.” Brian nibbled at the smooth flesh behind Justin’s ear for a little while and then lifted his head to look in the boy’s face. “You want to unpack now?” “Yes.” Justin avoided the visual contact. “Certainly kiss…kiss Prian’s mouth.” The older one smirked. “What if I want to kiss Justin’s mouth?” Justin didn’t respond for a moment, but then heaved a deep sigh, while his fingers clung into the back of Prian’s shirt and his cheeks became a nice shade of red. “Yeah.” He pushed himself up on his toes. Brian caressed the side of Justin’s face, then slid his fingers behind the boy’s ear into the blond hair and touched his lips slowly to a dark pink mouth. Justin whimpered as he felt the prince’s tongue snake between his lips and squeezed his eyes tightly shut because his stomach made a flip and his whole body tingled. Prian tasted like sugar and sweetness and blue sprinkles. “Hmm.” Brian pecked Justin’s mouth for a last time and moved back a little, rubbing the boy’s neck. “You taste good.” “Yes.” Justin looked at the prince pleadingly. He wanted to kiss more and to… “…lick Prian’s belly?” Brian smiled slightly but shook his head. “No. Go, unpack your stuff. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” He kissed Justin’s nose and left the room. Justin blinked, licked his lips and pressed his fingers to the fly of his pants, as he looked at the closed door. Of course now his penis was all… “…hard again.” ----------------- When the phone rang ten minutes later, Brian sat at his desk, doing research for his newest account. He didn’t pick up. That’s what princes had their servants for after all. “Good evening, the Kinney residence. Emmett Honeycutt speaking.” Emmett twittered in the phone with one hand in the hip. “Oh hi Michael! Yes, hold on a minute, he’s right here.” He covered the mouth piece of the receiver, while he talked to his boss. “It’s Michael.” Brian reached for the phone, without taking his eyes off the screen. “Hey.” “Hey, Brian, Ben said you wanted me to call?“ Brian looked through a few files he had on his desk. “Hmm. Your professor is one of the fast kind, right? I told him that on Monday.” …evening. Three minutes past eight o’clock, with the smell of cheese sauce and antiseptic spray in his nose. “I know.” Michael laughed. “I’d have called earlier, you know? But you’re never home. I mean, do you actually ever leave the office? You not even come to Babylon anymore.” “Hmm. Was busy.” Michael laughed again. “You’re a fucking workaholic! Just like Richard Gere in this movie with the dental floss.” Brian frowned. “Pretty Woman?” “Of course.” “Yeah. Right. The movie with Richard Gere and the dental floss, is the best description I’ve ever heard. God, sometimes you’re so-“ “Pathetic. I know.” Michael laughed a third time and Brian wondered why. “So, you think you can tear yourself away from work tonight and meet me at Babylon ? Ben has to stay in late.” “Hmm. I hope he’s hot.” “Who?” “The guy your Professor’s fucking while he’s staying in late.” “Brian! He has to take care of a few things at work. That’s all.” “Hmm. I hope he fires the guy who delivers the water.” And the cleaning lady. “What?” “Nothing. Listen, I can’t go out tonight.” “Brian!” This time there was no laughing. “Why not?! We haven’t gone out together for like an eternity!” Brian shook his head and furrowed his brows because the layout for the new vermicelli campaign had to be a fucking joke. “Sorry Mikey. I promise we’ll hook up sometime next week.” He put down the phone and shouted for Emmett. “When’s dinner?!” “Fifteen minutes!” The domestic help called back and clapped happily as the timer for the chocolate cookies rang. “Hmm.” Brian closed his laptop and left his desk to go upstairs. “Justin?” He called from the corridor and then again, a little louder. “Justin?! Are you done? Dinner’s almost rea-” He opened the door of the guest room and looked at a neat line of clothes and other stuff, set up carefully on the blue carpet, like a battalion of tin soldiers. A pare of white underwear next to an old fairy tale book, beside blue socks and a long noodle necklace, which lay right beside a brand new Nintendo DS and a blue pyjama. But Justin was nowhere to be seen. Brian entered the room, looked around, bent down to peer under the bed, sighed, and went out again to a corridor with eleven different doors. All closed. “Justin?” He got no answer and went back to the stairs to call down. “Emmett! Is Justin down there with you?” “Noo-o.” His servant sing-sang back. “Hff.” Brian rubbed his forehead in frustration, “Damned brat.” and went to his own bedroom, where he kept such lovely things like lube and blue dildos. “Justin?” He opened the door, looked around and saw a small glimmer of light, coming from the bathroom. He pushed the door open and found an open toilet lit and a half naked Justin in front of the big mirror, with his pants around his feet. Rubbing himself against the smooth marble stone of the washing basin. Perplexed, Brian stopped and brushed a hand through his hair. “What are you doing here?!” It was a question asked in surprise but it sounded angry. And Justin looked at him with slightly parted, red lips and a desperate look in his blue eyes. “Think of…” He sounded like he might cry. “…think of Prian.” Brian stared back, no emotion on his face. And he looked in the mirror and his features softened. And he closed the door without a sound and went silently to stand right behind Justin. He took hold of the boy’s wrists and pulled them up above his head, and in the next moment, an old grey sweater lay on the expensive tiles on the floor. Brian kissed a naked shoulder. “You think of me?” Justin blinked with heavy eyes in the mirror, watching the beautiful prince behind him. “Do you feeling warm inside when you think of me, hm?” Brian kissed a pale neck and met the young man’s gaze in the mirror. “You feel like you have to touch me?” He wrapped his arms around a naked body and caressed a flat belly. “You want me to touch you?” Justin whimpered. His head felt dizzy and almost too heavy to hold it up any longer. “You want me to kiss you?” Brian nipped at a pink earlobe and licked it then briefly. “To lick your skin?” Prian’s hot breath tickled Justin’s ear and his knees felt soft like bird feathers. He sobbed and let his head fell back on the prince’s shoulder. “You feel like you might explode.” Brian told him in a whispered voice and kissed the side of the boy’s face gently. “Look into the mirror, Justin.” The blue eyes followed the quiet instruction after a moment and saw a smiling prince. Justin found he looked prettier than he ever had looked in the book. Brian reached for Justin’s hand and guided it to the hard manhood, standing up straight towards his belly button. “Wrap your fingers around it. Like that. It feels good if you hold it tightly.” Justin’s eyes fluttered shut and Brian drew his arm around the small waist tighter to hold the blonde upright. He covered Justin’s fingers with his own, and helped them to stroke slowly up and down. “It’s okay to stroke yourself, Justin.” He whispered against Justin’s flushed cheek. “If you think of me, the next time you’re alone in your room…over in the tower…” “Hhh.” Justin’s hand began to shake. He felt Prian’s hardness at his butt and pressed back with a deep sob. “…if you think of me and you want me to touch you and lick you,” Brian said and squeezed his fingers around the smaller hand briefly. “When you think of me kissing you, then its okay to touch yourself like this.” Justin panted noisily and tried to push himself up on his toes, but his knees got week and he shuddered and sank whimpering against the taller man behind him. “Stroke your dick, Justin.” Brian spoke with wet lips into damp blond hair. “Do it for me.” He pulled his own hand away and looked into the mirror. “Do it for Prian. Come on, stroke yourself.” “Hhh.” Justin wanted to cry. His arm felt heavy and the whole world spun around him and everything smelled like Prian and his heart beat so fast. “That’s it. Don’t stop.” Brian pulled the young man flush against his body and got a tight throat as he stared into the mirror. At the beautiful man he held in his arms. And then the blue eyes opened and looked at him in panic. “…certain…certainly…” “Sssh.” Brian held him securely up and placed a guiding hand over the shaking fingers again. “Look into the mirror, Justin.” And Justin did and cried out in alarm and surprise, when stream after stream of white fluid shot out of his penis and all over the magic mirror wall and the bottle with the prince foam soap and Prian’s beautiful hand. And then his legs were gone and he fell and fell and everything was bright and soft and light. And when the clouds disappeared he was in Prian’s arms and wonderful whispering words in his ear. “Feeling good?” Brian kissed a hot earlobe and pulled it between his teeth for a second. “Look into the mirror, Justin.” The boy did and Brian held a sperm covered finger in front of red lips. “Taste it.” “Yeah.” Justin’s eyes went up to the little lamps at the ceiling, but he poked his tongue against Prian’s finger. “It’s not piss. It’s sperm.” “Yeah.” Brian spoke quietly in Justin’s ear. “If you touch yourself like this, it feels good and sperm comes out of your dick. It looks different than piss.” “Yeah. My…my dick.” Justin felt hot and tired and wanted to sleep a little. “Yes.” Brian moved two steps forward and turned on the water to wash his and Justin’s hands. “Your dick. It’s another word for penis.” “Yeah.” Justin looked still upwards, but he liked the warm water and foamy soap on his hands and the beautiful prince so close behind him. He wondered what Prian’s… “… Prian’s penis is name…named.” Brian didn’t flinch nor hesitate as he reached for a fresh towel and answered the question. “Prian’s penis is called perfect nine Inch.” “Yes.” Justin nodded. “Hmm.” Brian did too. “You want to eat dinner now?” He turned off the light. “Yes.” Justin tried to pull his pants up while he followed the prince with small steps. “Certainly fried bird and dirt…dirt cookies.” ------------------