Told you, this story becomes crazier and crazier. Hopefully I’ll find an ending soon… sighs. Although I still don’t know how to let this end. :( Any ideas? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin’s POV Oh, my god. A nightmare came true. Why does something like that always happen to me? What had I done to deserve this? Worst part was that I exactly shoot in this moment as Brian’s hypnotic eyes caressed my cock. It was so embarrassing. I had to go out of here. “Did you dream of me?” Brian asked smugly. Fucking conceited asshole! I would never confess to him that in fact I was thinking of him all the time. “No, of course not! You are not that attractive. You aren’t every man’s wet dream. I was thinking of Roger. I have the hots for Roger.” Shit, what nonsense did I tell him here? Roger. I had hardly looked twice at this guy. But he was the only other man near here. “ROGER?” I tried not to laugh at Brian’s incredulous cry. At least I had managed to completely shock him. “Yes, Roger. He is nice and decent. Somebody that can make me happy.” I hissed and quickly put a towel around my waist. Brian had already seen more of me than he should. I felt so naked around him. Well I WAS naked, but… I violently pushed him aside and had to laugh when he fell on his ass. It served him right! Hopefully it did hurt! Then I ran into the bedroom to get some clothes. It was still cold in the house, but fortunately I had the room with the little fireplace. So I could light a warming fire. And I hoped that Brian would lose his ass by frostbites. He he. Brian’s POV Aw, that hurt. Shit. This stupid kid! I wanted to grab him and spank him. Hmm, this idea was a turn on. I really wanted to slap his cute round butt because I couldn’t believe that he preferred Roger and not me. What did Justin actually see in him? I mean, that guy was so boring, he looked so modest. I didn’t get it. But my name wouldn’t be Brian Kinney if I would give up now. I would find a way to get Justin into my bed. And then the kid could crawl back to his beloved Roger. I went back to my room, thinking about a plan. But it was difficult. The heating still didn’t work and the cold was creeping under my skin. Brrrrr. I heard something crackling and remembered that Justin had the room with the fireplace. That fucker! He had it warm and cozy and I was shivering here. Well, there was one thing that I could do… “Hey, it’s cold in my room. Can I warm up with you a little bit?” Ha, Justin’s shocked face when I knocked at his door and asked this question, was just too funny. I sensed that he wanted to slam the door into my face. But I was faster. Before he was even aware of it, I stood in his room already. “Hey, the door is there!” Justin hissed. My look followed his forefinger, but I remained standing rooted to the ground. “What are you waiting for? In case you haven’t noticed it, Oldie, that was a request to go!” Oldie?! I winced at this word. I had to calm myself before I would grab that brat and put him across my knee. Instead I tried a new tactic. I let my shoulders hang down. My bottom lip disappeared under the upper one. My eyes were big and round and I looked at Justin as if he was the only ray of hope in a cold desolate world. Yes, I could perfectly play the unfortunate victim if I wanted to. I had so many talents. Justin’s POV What the fuck was he doing here? He had no right to look that way and make me weak again! Shit, where did he learn to pull such a face? I had to remind myself of all the times he hurt and irritated me. That was the only way to stay strong and get rid of him before I offered him a warm place under my blanket. “Oh Brian, I’d love to let you stay.” I said with a sickened sweet voice and a wink. “But just today I had planned a nice get-together with my sweetheart Roger. You would only disturb here.” And as if by command Roger passed my room. I quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him close to me. “Hi Darling, I’m so happy that you are finally here.” I purred at him and kissed him soundly on the mouth. The poor guy was so bewildered that he wasn’t even able to protest. “And now Brian, I would be glad if you get lost! I want to be alone with my sweetie.” I pushed the older man out of my room. The door that I banged shut almost hit his forehead. “What’s going on here? I hope you don’t have a crush on me.” Roger had awakened from his stiffness. “Don’t get me wrong. I think you are a very nice guy, Justin. If I was gay, I would… you know? But I have a wife and two children.” “Don’t worry. I don’t want anything from you.” I tried to calm the scared man. “But Brian was chasing me and I didn’t know what else to do that he finally would leave me alone. I’d be very grateful if you could pretend to be my lover.” Once again I was thinking of my convincing checkbook. Brian’s POV I was bored out of my mind and tried to think of something hot because it was so fucking cold in my room. And then I heard them: The loud moans and grunts that came from Justin’s room. Ah! I didn’t want to listen to Justin and Roger fucking! I couldn’t stand that sound! It made me crazy - and not in a good way! I didn’t know that one sound could make you lose your mind. But exactly that seemed to have happened in this moment. (Later I had no other explanation anymore for what I did then) I went over to my suitcase and searched for my knockout spray. I always took it with me since those two pushy fans had lied in wait for me one night. With the spray firmly in my hand I went to Justin’s room, determined to spray the dangerous stuff into their faces. Hopefully both would pass out. Then I would finally have some peace and quiet again.