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The walk in the cold for the five blocks that separated him from the apartment of Evan was served a little to clear my head. It was much more confused about the reaction I had in knowing that Evan's departure is not the fact he left. It was just this guy in his thirties with whom he had discovered in the past two months. Nothing more than that. Evan had made it very clear that day in his office.
But try as she might, it was not the thought that keeps coming back the memory as he walked toward Liberty Avenue Common Wealth. That Sunday morning in bed with two newspapers and coffee, Evan and Brian read the sports page of the shows and then they did the crossword puzzle together with Brian who read aloud the definitions. That stupid fight that had taken up after Warhol quell'inaugurazione which were gone and the sex is incredible that he was following in the limo and went home. The feeling that was created between them when they were together in the apartment and did nothing special. These were feelings that were more that the idea of losing Evan.
kept repeating itself in his mind like a movie that ended and began again to infinity as she turned on Liberty Avenue.
It was clear his mind and had thought about that morning, in bed, when Evan certainly knew, would surely have known that Brian would find when he went to the office. And knowing this, not only Evan had not said a word, Brian was fucked again, once again, knowing that would be the last. And then Brian's mind went back to their favorite coffee shop or his initiation into the 'club one thousand miles' flight from there to Dallas.
goalkeeper Brian greeted with his hand when he go directly to the lifts of the Gateway Tower. He had stayed at his house last month just to work a little 'apartment, with help from Evan. The latter had not spent a dime and even lent physical work. He had accompanied Brian to help him understand the value and style of furniture and DIY shops inspected, the second-hand shops, art galleries and antique dealers. The brand
Evan found himself everywhere in the life of Brian. She wore a dress he had chosen and that he had encouraged to buy. And when she looked bright in the mirror reflection of the lift was Evan saw that.
Brian opened the door with his key, walked in the central gallery and closed the door quietly. He did not know what to say. He left his hand on the handle wondering if he should let it go and not even mention the matter. He heard water running in the shower, he remembered the two of them together in that same shower and headed for the main bathroom for no other reason than to stop thinking about that image.
The bed was still unmade, he noticed as he walked from the room, strange for someone like Evan who was rather prissy, but it was not the first time. Passed by dressing room and through the archway leading to the bathroom. Evan was leaning with his back to the glass of the shower with the water that fell on the body while a boy who had never seen before Brian was kneeling on the tiles, his head bobbing up and down between the thighs of Evan.
might guess from the cries of the man who was about to come. He smiled when he heard the familiar sounds that issued from his nose. Perfect, complete, gone. Slowly, he pushed the vessel were painted lilacs that was leaning on the marble shelf on the floor, sending him into a thousand pieces, like so many sparks that glow blue on black marble tiles. The boy
became frightened and jumped away from Evan. They turned to face Brian. There was blood on his erection, where the boy had been bitten, but not strong enough to dampen. Evan gasped and then ejaculated on the glass.
Brian watched the scene impassively, arms folded.
Evan laughed as he reassembled. "There is nobody," he said making a gesture toward the other occupant of the shower still accantucciato in a corner next to the bathtub.
"No," said the boy suddenly, with disdainful expression.
"Sorry," said Evan pump. "This is the guy without a name off the course in college that sold me a coffee and he agreed to come here and suck my cock, which is likely to receive the Nobel Prize the next year." Brian laughed
briefly nose.
"And who the hell is he?" Asked the little boy out of the shower only to take a towel with which to cover, avoiding the broken glass.
"Get your clothes and go," said Evan pushing him as he left the shower, scanned the pieces of china and took a towel to turn the Gullah basket from which they came as flowers, as they were rolled up in a sushi bar.
The blood stained towel.
"little bastard," sighed the man, throwing the towel in the trash. "I bleed cock. I guess I'm lucky that I did not have to bite off as the manner in which you scared. "Evan said another large towel.
Brian smiled.
"What the fuck's so funny?" The man said, blotting the blood with a little 'paper.
"I'm leaving, 'said the little boy standing in the doorway to make annoyed, hands on hips. Brian recognized the uniform of their - well, the coffee shop of choice for Evan.
"Use the window, will you?" Said the landlord with irritation.
"Fuck you too," said the boy angrily turned on his heel and went out.
"will be the day," Evan laughed at him.
"When I said you would?" Brian asked him quietly.
"Never," Evan said, dabbing her hair.
"I would have presented here and I would not have found any more?" Brian asked, leaning on the mahogany cabinet.
"Did you find out?" Asked the other, impatient.
"Angie told me."
"And I'm not here?"
"What?"
"They vanished into thin air?"
"No," said Brian tense , exasperated by what seemed to be growing irritation Evan.
"And then, of course, is not what happened," said the man throwing the towel in the basket and taking a white bathrobe from the hook by the door. "What did you want? Rose? Perhaps an engagement ring? Come away with me in New York and live happily ever after? "
" No, I did not want. "Only the muscle tension in the jaw betrayed his anger, but only if Michael would have noticed.
"Then why hast broken the vase?" Churches met him, but Brian did not move then found themselves nose to nose. "We're buddies fuck. Nothing more. It was sex, a few games and some dinner. I liked it. To you as well. And if I had not got this promotion, you probably would have lasted a little 'longer, but in the long run, except that you do the best blow jobs for me does not mean a fucking kid more than coffee. & Rdquo ;
"Yes, I understood this," said Brian, give him all the feelings of security from being in that place, from never been there, Off with in an instant as if they never existed. "You specified more clearly that they are only one to fuck when you go and you have nothing better."
"So what's the problem?" Evan folded his arms as if the issue was closed .
"Why not just tell me," asked by Brian shrugged. "If you do not care if it's just sex, why do not you tell me this morning before putting in one last time, 'You know Brian, was pleasant, but this is the last time '? Hm? "
Evan turned and went into the dressing room, took a stack of rectangular wrapped with brown paper and returned to him. "Lukacs's that you liked. I've taken as a sort of parting gift. "
" I can not accept, "said Brian, his hands hanging at his sides.
"You can not afford it and would be perfectly at home."
Evan him waved under his nose. "Send me a check when you can afford it."
Brian took him.
"And then end here?"
"Want," asked Evan thrust his hands into his pocket and motioning with his head toward the bed. "Once again, in memory of the good old days?"
Brian shook his head.
"That's why this morning I did not say. It was the last time we could godercelo both. "
" It's not what I said no, "Brian said with a little laugh. "Not so good."
Evan laughed. "I go to NY today to fix some things," he said as he walked back into the closet to get something to wear. "I'll be away for a week or more. You have the key, take your time. They put on sale today so you can not sleep here, but you can come and go as you like. "
Brian watched him choose the perfect outfit for the day and picked up some things very carefully chosen for the trip, with the same good taste that guided him in every choice he did. Nothing that was not the best.
"One last thing," he said, turning, "And this is really the only thing I wanted to tell you except that it was fun. Did you have a promotion because you're really good at what you do. All this has been a bonus, if not for you, at least for me. "He said, pointing to clarify the bed. "But your work and your talents are the things that you have allowed to be taken. They know nothing of what there was between us and have plans on you. Do not stay too long. You should be able to learn all they have to teach you in two years or so. Then move on to something you can guarantee to take action really. Here are where the real money. "
" Thanks, " Brian said with a strange smile as he turned and walked out the door. "We'll see."
"Yes," Evan said with a small nod, and went back to the suitcase.
Brian out of the apartment with the same ease with which you had entered. It was over. The movie in her head was over. Or rather, had been replaced. In truth the only thing I could think of was the one that is assured of never being able to get Michael.

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Sil I promised a piece where Brian makes a scene of jealousy with Evan, here it is!

From: 'Always have, always will'

Things between Brian and Evan had returned to normal, after their return from the trip. Apart from a man comment on the cup of coffee route, then there had been no other references to what had happened between them during the journey or return.
For his part, Brian did not say anything. He was much troubled by the feelings he felt for Evan that the situation itself itself. It was not released. Michael had not heard since his last visit with the clock. It was focused on the job and fix the apartment. Or at least that was her cover. What he was really doing, what really troubled him was that Evan was waiting.
And Evan did nothing.
The apartment had a good look at work and Brian was recognized for his work and yet still no sign by Evan, no word, no call.
He was still working, it was late on some ideas for a presentation. There was nobody around, except for Evan, he heard talk on the phone and tinker in the office next to his. They had never talked about that day, except during the meeting that afternoon. At the time he could be absorbed by the project.
"Brian" asked Evan standing in the doorway of his office. "What is your favorite restaurant in town? Something romantic to make me earn points that I address directly to the bedroom? "
" Well, J. Frank is fun, "said Brian with a sensual smile. "But the best is probably Limelight. At least it is for me. "
" Really? "Evan smiled back. "Great. You can reserve a table for two for Friday? Or do do foo, "he said, pointing with his thumb the desk of his current personal assistant.
Brian looked at the back of Evan while this was going. He was astounded. He felt a lot of mixed emotions, but one that was clearly felt more anger.
"Excuse me?" He said, rising and following the man to the door.
"Oh, do not take it," Evan said with a dismissing wave of his hand, "I told you to do it do foo. I just wanted your advice. "
"Is that all?" Brian asked, his voice rose so as to turn Evan.
"Yes," he said. "That's all. There's this boy I'm trying to take me to bed. I have an appointment for Friday and I'd like to have your help --- "came down to dodge the electric pencils that lacked very little of his head and shattered on the floor near his feet. He looked up in time to see the door to Brian that ended with such violence as to drop a certificate on the wall, which also went to break the ground.
"You could hit me with that," cried Evan, coming like a fury at the door and found it locked. "Open this door," imposed beating the punches.
Brian snapped open, "The only reason I did not hit you, it was because you moved," he said, lockable soon after.
"Brian," Evan called continuing to hit the door. "Damn. That pencils is the property of the company. And then you will be deducted from your salary. "
The door opened again and Brian handed him the checkbook and a pen. Evan was the sound of the lock in the silence that followed.
Brian sat on the edge of the desk facing the door closed, the shortness of breath, his heart pounding in my chest. The last time he remembered that he was so angry when he spent time with his father. Yet this was totally different. What's it take? What did it matter? Evan could fuck whoever he pleased. And I too, ended by taking his own things, decided to go to Babylon to prove himself as had little need to Evan.
"You look upset," said Evan, making him die of fright. He had gone around and entered the door to the lobby.
Brian winced.
"You have two doors in your office," said Evan. "Maybe you should stay out of battle strategies, do not seem to be your forte."
Brian tried to overtake him, but Evan stopped him. Do not struggle, but the challenge was still tangible.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," said Brian. "I was just going home."
"Well, I encourage people to clean their desks when they go home, but that was not what I had in mind."
"Fuck you." (It's 'fuck you' here's why following response to Evan)
"If I remember correctly, that's not how it works between us," said Evan pushing the desk. Brian fell on you back because of the push. Evan's body against his blocked and cleared the table while Brian was spread. In the same manner as brutal and fast, opened his pants and gave them did fall along with the boxers, to his ankles.
"That's how I remember it," Evan said, opening his pants and putting on a condom filled with oil that had taken care to make when he made the rounds to enter the office of Brian. "Fuck you," he said as he pushed inside.
Brian shouted but he went against Evan, asking for more.
When they finished, the broken objects were increased in number and the desk of Brian had never been more clear.
Evan came out of him and took off the condom, while throwing in the trash on the zip pull. Brian was lying on the desk short of breath.
"Brian," Evan said, opening the locked door, "if you want to fuck, we fuck. All you have to do is ask. But everything is there. I'm not your boyfriend and not become a couple, that's it. I like it, but nothing scripted, no hysterical scenes, or we stop completely. Got it? "
not wait for an answer before closing the door with a thud.

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After entering the numeric code followed by the bell icon, Brian sighed, looking around and preparing to announce. Instead, the front doors of the immense skyscraper, located at the exact center of Park Avenue in Midtown 56th street, opened slowly slipping to the sides and without noise, such as airports.

Brian walked along the floor of black marble with gold inserts and nodded to the doorman who merely salute him without question. The rest had been opened directly by the owner of the apartment, there was no need to submit to interrogation.

"According elevator to the left, sir, 32nd floor," Brian told him the man and instinctively glanced at the computer screen on the desk where saw a colored grid of gray. A small flashing green box showing the writing 32/a-open.

waited patient and fast elevator reached the floor when the door opened, to his amazement he found himself directly in the apartment.

He understood why it had sent the goalkeeper the smallest and most hidden of the three elevators in the lobby. Evidently he had permission from the landlord, on line, you can use the private sector that led directly into of the various apartments.

Evan was waiting for him standing in the midst of the immense room with arms folded and conscious expression on his face.

"I knew you'd come," said the man with a deep voice and Brian sighed a chuckle: "You always know everything Evan."

" Sit down. "

Brian took a few steps on the court like the black marble lobby and felt the smell.

“Allora, cosa ti offro?” chiese Evan tranquillo, come se davvero avessero avuto un appuntamento fissato e programmato e la sua non fosse una visita a sorpresa.

Brian sorrise: “Fai tu, vediamo se sai anche questo.”

Evan annuì consapevole e si diresse ad un mobile in mogano che alla fine si rivelò essere un immenso frigo bar.

Brian lo guardò in silenzio muoversi tra il frigo e il carrello dei liquori. Indossava una t-shirt fresca di lavanderia, blacks and members of cloth pants Hogan LE feet. Not a hair out of place, it glowed with the rolex wrist, black alligator belt such as trousers, but opaque.

The man looked at him with a smile with your arms raised in the air: "Do you want a little elegant but definitely more intimate and informal bottle of Beck's" asked by launching a look at what was holding in his right hand - "or a more elegant but decidedly cold and snobbish Chivas? ... no ice!" he said then in a whisper, fixing his eyes that inspired Brian quickly from the nose and lips curled into a smile in amazement. He had just hit his two favorite drinks.

"Let's go on the informal and intimate," agreed Brian approaching and taking the bottle of beer from the hands of Evan who held her for a moment before leaving.

Brian stared into the man's green eyes smiled.

"Since yesterday that Evan smile," notes standing a few feet away from him - "I've never seen him smile so much. Either I find particularly funny or have a facial paralysis. "

" Or, as a third hypothesis, I find absolutely fascinating. "

Brian nodded with a smile and headed toward the opposite side of the room followed in detail as you move towards the stained glass windows that offer spectacular views of Manhattan at night, followed by the amused gaze of Evan

He looked over the glass and thought that the view that it was pale crossroads at what she saw him every morning from the loft.

He thought that he, too, if it had been his home, as well as Evan, would not put any tent.

man joined him, carrying in turn a bottle of Beck's in hand.

Brian took a sip of her and she nodded her head with affected do staring at a point beyond the glass: "Of course you must be enjoying the show at large here from the front row ... "he reflected.

Evan looked at him to question.

"In 2001," explained Brian finally smiling and looking calm air - "guess at the World Trade Center was to be no more than fifty yards as the crow flies from here. "

Evan laughed slightly and nodded:" In fact some have fallen ornaments and two paintings. The glasses are not cracked because unbreakable, I think. But unfortunately at that time I was in office. "

Brian nodded:" Too bad that the offices of the Omnicom were not in the Twin Towers, right? "

Evan raised his eyebrows in amazement, not understanding the meaning of that statement and Brian laughed aware, 'You have lost the chance of dying on the air that, even today, holds the record for viewers glued to the television throughout the world. Can you imagine yourself to death by a star better than that? "

Evan bent his lips in a grin enough: "Along with 2974 other people," asked the first puff of a haughty sigh - "No, not my style."

Brian smiled and nodded along with his friend look deep sip beer from the bottle.

Evan swallowed hard, licked his lips and looked at Brian in the eye: "What can I do for you?" He asked in whisper deep and sensual.

"One thing," Brian said with the same tone.

aware The other smiled, took the bottle of beer from the hands of his friend and placed it along with her on the low table. Brian did not escape the fact that he had not rested where it happened, but on a complicated as smooth cork mat decorated beautifully.

The man turned toward him and was Brian's turn to smile, looking closer.

When

joined him, placed his hands on his jacket by grasping the edges before he was stopped abruptly at the hands of Brian leaned on her: "And the only thing is this," informed seriously take your hands off of & rsquo ; man from himself and accompany the arms back along its body.

The expression of the other there was a stunned moment before then tough.

Brian smiled again and walked to the couch where they were perched a block and a pair of eyeglasses.

"What were you doing?"

Evan tried in every way not to make his guest feel the sudden confusion that had put him refusing a contact, from which he had entered, had clearly required with each look, moves and smile.

"work."

Brian nodded wryly astonished expression.

"I am preparing to submit a slogan from Barilla," ruled Evan demonstrating to accept the challenge that was launching Brian, whatever it was.

latter lifted up his eyes to heaven, snorting a laugh ironically and shaking his head: "Let's go Evan! Do not tell me now you're reduced to groped to take away customers, "asked an amused look and then leaning on him -" one with your style collects defeat without blinking. "

Evan sighed nose beginning to feel annoyed, and not Brian, but because it was struggling to find the right arguments in what has become had become a battle with strokes of lexical foil. What did he really? Perhaps few pebbles off their shoes before being allowed?

Yes, it was so, it was certainly the case. Now I understood. In fact it had not been kind to him many years ago and probably had the need to demonstrate what had become a smart and intelligent and make them pay a small fee to make ends meet.

He decided he would grant it to him.

"But you were doing that," he asked, ignoring the challenge.

Brian shrugged: "I had to choose between a second invitation to a gala dinner for Justin, a vice president at the dinner of my Bruney and her husband, a home of a famous New York psychiatrist or a Hell's Kitchen pizza with my friends and my two children. In order not to upset anyone I have refused them all. "

" And you come here, "said Evan sly so that Brian believed almost feel the pungent scent of the presumption to the couch. It specifically looked at her amazed: "It was a statement provided Evan, there was a demand. "

The man shook his head starting to not understand anything.

Brian grinned: "You should ask, with a horrified look: your two sons?"

Evan smiled again and Brian could not help but recognize how mentally good was not to discover ever.

"So you have two children, a boy and a girl," said he believes he has struck a point in his favor.

"How do you know?" Asked the other truly amazed.

Evan shrugged: "Magic of the Internet. Last night on my return I took a look around the site of Justin and his biography and in interviews his, yours. You have no idea how much information is available to anyone who are in the network. And then we would be the country of Privacy to excellence! "

Brian threw his head to the side with discounted air:" I do not think there are banner ads on Google with written-LIFE AND WORKS OF BRIAN KINNEY-and even the pop-up windows that open by themselves directed to the site of Justin. I think, in fact I'm pretty sure, you had to look for. "

Evan paused and smiled a smile Brian Sharp:" The question is: why? "

The Evan's eyes made of ice: "What did you do?"

Brian claimed the man giving her a look as cold: "You said you knew I was coming. Do not even know why? "

Evan felt the blood boil in his veins and did not like the feeling because I do not ever try: "You came here to prove what, Brian?" He asked in a hiss and felt angry ; a blind rage growing in his chest to smile enough of the other that showed no signs of fading from his face.

"None. I do not have to prove anything, Evan. I came here not to prove something to you but to prove to myself. "

Evan merely to breathe and exhale through the nose, like a raging bull and Brian could barely hold a bitter laugh. He shut himself in his back: "Last night you said that thanks to you I've become what I am, I've done a favor not to keep me in tow, that I would have made alone. And as he spoke I watched and thought about how I felt as a boy in your company, what I wanted to be like you, it was convinced of being in power and able to become one day, "he said, deciding that it was time to play cards. It was fun enough and that he had seen in that house was enough for him - "But at the same time as I remembered what I was young, there was this part of me that thought horrified: Oh, really I would become like him? "

Evan's shoulders sagged without which man would make if they truly realize the immense arm and sat on the couch.

"So this visit I was used to give me an answer. I'm sorry if I actually used to silence any doubts personally. I understand that it is not very elegant on my part, but then I do not have your own style, "continued Brian feeling an inner force that grew down in proportion to that of Evan.

"I finally realized that even if a few years ago I came to New York, if that employment to which they had longed for years that had not jumped at the last moment, however I would never become like you, Evan .

"I think the better?" snapped the man removing the mask of calm and ostentatious superiority which distinguished him - "Look, you're equal to me. Presumptuous in the same way, with them wearing designer clothes, the same clock, the same air superman! "

Brian nodded, smiling complacent:" It is true, and this is precisely the point I still can not grasp, Evan. You do not have taught me anything, you just helped me to discover something that already belonged to me. Brian me, not me future clone Evan . Admittedly, designer clothes, but unlike your never to wear a Versace Versace style because to me it sucks. But you certainly have the closet full of clothes in any fashion brand in the world and take it all with indifference, as long as the tie matches your belt. "

Evan, who had risen earlier to attack Brian felt his legs bent and back against his will to sit down.

"I have to Barcelona just like you, but I allow myself to sit on to watch TV and think, I read even deck chairs on the Chaise Longue because besides being a piece of high fashion design and expensive, it is also comfortable. "He turned toward the table where Evan had supported the beers just before and laughed:" I have a Van De Rohe exactly the same as yours and like you we hold a lot that is not dirty or scratched, but I assure you that if I'm going to get laid sensational the last thing I care about is to not place the bottles where the glass master. And the smell? "He asked with a look somewhere between amazed and amused him -" Do not put him at home while studying a slogan, not even I put it all. Because when a man is licking the neck the only perfume that I feel that is the smell of my skin that no 'No. 1 for Men' in the world can match. I do not give a fuck the slut of the moment to know that I can afford to disgraced $ 1,200 in perfume, considering the fact that only an 'infinitesimal part of them would be able to recognize and appreciate it. Ah, but it's true, whoever you may recognize him take you to bed because your hunting grounds are the leaders up. No dark room, no foul lane, no truck driver slammed on the bunk of his truck. It is not your style. "

Brian's monologue was amazing for both silenced and Evan grew spontaneously from the chest of Brian himself. Nothing of what he was saying was premeditated. Was exposed to the real reason why Evan had visited him that evening. And they were the real feelings that he was now trying and exposing. With a sort of relief but I had a fund of bitterness and in front of a myth that the youth was collapsing before our eyes.

He shrugged unable to stop the outburst: "See? Even in bed are the same. I do because I love to fuck, I love feeling my cock swallowed by a hot mouth, mad to penetrate the close and friendly holes of who I am doing at that moment, for your information and know that it is not always the one and only Justin the Job, as he takes the dicks are not always just my. Do you think that modern couple who we are! "

Evan's eyes became a crack from which transpired only a feeling: hatred.

"Evan You," went as fierce as a tiger that once gripped the prey is unable to stop biting until it has devoured - "aims only to affirm a status, "he said giving him a chuckle enough. "I surround Van De Rohe, Lucaks, Taylor Stark ...," smiled watching Justin's painting hanging on the wall and from there a few days the company would become a work of art "but does not capture their true beauty. Do you surround yourself because they are symbols that remind you of what you are powerful, not because you like it. I was at the vernissage last night only because it exposes my man, but I'll never find in an exhibition in the world than anyone else because the exhibitions of paintings bore me to death. You were there for now 'Justin Taylor' is the new thing in New York but did not know shit about him. Have you looked at your site only pathetic satisfy your curiosity about what had happened to my life. If you were really interested in him and his works that you intend, apparently, to surround, you would have heard all month ago. "

Brian stopped not because they really waiting for an answer, but to allow yourself to look - and look good - again, the show he was witnessing, and that was pitiful.

shook his head. "Look at Evan," whispered sincerely discouraged air - "If I had a pride that requires you to throw you out of your thirty-second floor penthouse rather than doing it, now you'd be on my knees and beg me to fuck you. And I really wanted to be you, "he asked more to herself than to him, to make sad.

Evan exhaled a held breath the whole time. He wanted to beat him. Yes, beat him, but he felt as if the muscles had turned to butter.

Brian came up and looked friendly, "Do not fuck tonight Evan and the reason is not because do not you really would enjoy knowing that it would be the last time, "said allowing himself a little revenge on the past - and not because Justin would suffer. Not because he would suffer, I'm sure he knew I was coming. But unlike you, knows why. No, not fuck it ... I understand the disappointment that sad man I have admired for so long is one of the few things that really do not make me pull the bird. And I assure you that there do not want to shoot me, "he concluded, raising his eyebrows with look deliberately amazed.

Evan's eyes became red and Brian wanted to smash his face so as not to see the conclusion of that collapse.

shook his head and sighed genuinely disarmed: "That's why I would never become you. Why are not the student who has passed the master. Because in the end, if you think about it, I taught you nothing. You know ... "he went on to make thoughtful leaned back with his eyes on the panorama of Manhattan and still find it fascinating in the same way -" ... you you think this ring from his finger is a symbol of a cage in which I consciously held. But between you and me that I am truly free, "he proclaimed in a tone of melancholy, with no hint of revenge -" because I have a companion, children and friends that I have to make the accounts every day but live my life just like I want to live, they are freer than ever before. But you without a link to the world, are a prisoner of the most tyrannical of romantic relationships: one with yourself. The one with yourself that you have so painstakingly created, but that has become the most cruel torturers. Comrade intransigent demands absolute monogamy, which does not forgive any faux pas, which requires constant attention, which requires the most tyrannical of exclusivity, which prevents you from also have a hair out of place even in an evening which does not wait and have to work. Pena, abandonment. And what would Evan Steel without his flamboyant alter ego created by himself? "

She looked at him hoping, really hoping, for him to say something, react, argue that as only he could do. But Evan was silent.

Brian nodded and sighed sharply from the nose: "Now I know that I would come no matter where they are now, I know that my life today would be exactly this without you, in every detail. Your shame is that with me today, your life would be completely different. And you can not even imagine how much. "

Calò an incredible silence in the room. A room so cold in its total lack of personality that Brian felt an icy chill rushing through the skin.

He rubbed his forehead puffing lightly: "You know, when I met Justin found pathetic and humiliating his insistence on returning obsessively to spite me I did everything to remove him, despite the put it clear that I was not her boyfriend, who there was no report that I enjoyed to fuck with him and nothing more, "snorted a small laugh, shaking his head, nose -" I, like you before, I would have committed suicide rather than what to do with you ; that Justin has done with me. Think about how you went wrong that the only thing that maybe you have really matured me, is pride! "

At these words the anger exploded Evan is starting to charge to the muscles that were stretched and made him jump up, get close to Brian to find himself almost nose to nose and inhale 's enough air to scream: "Little presumptuous piece of shit, you're really convinced that if you had ..."

"Yes, Evan. I truly believe that if I had "ruled Brian with a tone so cold that paralyzed Evan in an almost comical in its mouth still open but blank - "And for the pure and sincere affection I felt for you many years ago I really hope, without illusions and without hypocrisy, unlike you, you will not ever convince."

The circle was closed. The resting plaque. The light disappeared forever.

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Without another Brian walked to the elevator, pressed the button for opening the door and went inside without looking back.

But just when the closure was to be completed, a sudden put his hand on the photoelectric cell by the back door wedged in the wall.

"Ah, what a" bold and upper air ruled in a trademark grin 'Kinney' - "Precisely because of the pride of the above, if there is one thing that really irritate me is when my items are underestimated values gained in the field. So, for your information ... if I did it for money, to have sex with me, twenty thousand dollars is not enough! "Hissed like a cobra -" for that amount, there would not even unbutton his shirt. "

He took her hand and slid the door on the look waxy man that one day he was his hero. When he was sure to be now out of his field of vision put the lift back to the mirror, closed his eyes and sighed, tired, feeling like he had felt as a child when she discovered that Santa Claus did not exist.

A strange feeling of disillusionment aware that he knew was there somewhere but that might not have wanted to experience ever. It was about Evan, New York and all that they had been for many years in his imagination.
A feeling that perhaps due to the dull hum of the lift and hypnotic quietly vanished to give way to fast and fleeting images of himself, Justin, Gus, Scarlett, Michael, of his loft, his desk and his old and worn green ball. He could almost feel the slight 'click' the last piece of gear that had finally gone to his place and that there was a thought in the mind first confused and then increasingly aware.

slowly peeped a smile on his face, his lips curled up to become a real giggle satisfied. He opened his bright eyes and shook his head looking at his reflection in the Mirror:

"The family is our line of departure," he informed himself out loud - "sometimes protects you, you encourage others. Sometimes you can not wait to have one, others none. Do you think that alone will reach farther, but when you're sitting there in the middle, you realize that in order to feel truly free, you must have roots. "

(copyrights 'Barilla' note Sil)

"Sir?" asked the stunned goalkeeper whose image was reflected in the mirror next to her. Brian laughed, shaking his head and looked back. "Do not pay any," he smiled, shrugging his shoulders - "I'm a publicist and Mr. Steel has just helped me find a new slogan for Barilla pasta. I repeat it out loud to not forget. "

The doorman smiled smug and satisfied as if Brian had made a compliment to him:" Mr. Steel is a genius, is not ?

Brian raised his eyebrows and nodded, smiling out of the elevator.

"Glad that was helpful, sir."

Brian turned to look at him: "Do not even imagine how much."

(fourth time)

Swallowed Mouthwash Half Bottle

Queer as Folk Season EIGHT Chapter thirteen-quarter-time

Brian opened the door of his New York apartment and believed to be confronted with an anachronistic, as irritating surprise party.

In the dining room were all there.

Lindsay, Mel, Michael, Debbie, Ted, Emmett, Blake, Carl, Jennifer, Tucker, and even Shawn and Lauren.

The moment she entered everyone looked at him suddenly stop the voices which he received while doing the lock.

Looking at their faces that watched him with mute but look smart and bright eyes instinctively thought that if they pulled out a cake with candles, after ignoring his birthday as its rigid deliveries over a month ago, would remain the slogan was just invented and sold to Omnicon.

"Why have you all in my house and Justin but we have neither I nor Justin," asked to do with dislike by closing the door behind him.

"We took the children home," Lindsay said with obvious air.

Brian nodded and chuckled throwing the keys on the kitchen cupboard where it happened: "Not enough, and Jennifer Tucker?"

Mel could not suppress a chuckle.

Brian stared at them one by one, had the appearance of kindergarten children learned to mess with the time that teachers were forbidden to use.

"Are you all crazy?" He asked sincerely confused take off his jacket. "This is the effect that there is New York? They look like kids at Disneyland ... God, how provincial you are! "Ruled obnoxious heading to the fridge -" Who I am surprised they are not, but you two! "Addressed to Shawn and Lauren.

The friend shrugged his shoulders: "Ultimately we decided to join the company and go to Hell's Kitchen. You were not quite what he had to stay home? "Shawn said with a wicked smile.

Brian glared at him and the woman laughed.

"Well, Now I'm back, children are in safe hands and you can go, "suggested but without animosity. As he was concerned they could stay, the less bothered than he liked to think.

Instead, to his amazement, he saw that practically all rose from the sofa and chair on which sat ready to go.

"I was joking," rushed to specify a surprise.

Debbie smiled: "Do not worry darling, we have the plane early tomorrow and it is good that we go to sleep all. Oh, Jenny is here to stay, you do not mind it? "He asked with joyous air.

Brian sighed, throwing his eyes: "I love being put before a fait accompli."

Debbie burst into merry laughter and Brian shook his own resignation.

"If you want to rest myself to sleep, so tomorrow you do not have three children scarrozza airport alone," suggested Michael and Brian snorted, "Three or two makes no difference, but if you want to stay, stay well. "

" How do you prefer. "

" No problem, Mikey, do as you wish, "confirmed Brian's voices rowdy friends who gathered coats and scarves and headed to the door.

door that opened allowing the entry of a beaming Justin: "So you have everything organized," asked the boy to turn a first look at the kitchen counter and put a hand over her mouth at the sight of Brian . "Oops!" chuckled from behind the fingers accompanied by soft laughter Lindsay, Debbie and Shawn.

Brian looked at him as if it suddenly became like ET and then slid a glance over his mysterious guests.

"What the fuck you are planning?"

The Fun Lovin 'Criminals -' The Fun Lovin 'Criminal'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AVTjHlRiP4

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"And I thought I had to do at least a serious person, "Brian snapped taking place on the sofa where Shawn, Lauren, Justin and Michael were already sipping their drinks.

"What's that?" Said Justin happy.

"Lauren, of course."

"What about us?" Shawn and Brian pretended to be offended nasal snorted a laugh: "To you three I have already lost data for a long time!" Her friend smiled and shook his head.

"But you, Lauren!" Looked genuinely shocked - "What you pay in similar antics finding it too funny!"

"It's a farce, Brian, "specifies Michael - "I went there with Emmett years ago and you know that was a wonderful experience!"

Brian exploded in a sincere laugh: "You said well, you and Emmett . Even Heidi and Peter would have found a wonderful experience! "

Shawn Michael and Lauren laughed and shook his head resignedly.

"Who are Heidi and Peter" asked Justin.

"Forget it, you're too young. Why are you here instead of being with the big sleep with all the other kids? "

Justin demonstrates his maturity and show the language and Brian chuckled, shaking his head.

"It's a farce, it could be very useful. A kind of psychodrama, "Specifications and Laureen Brian looked at her compassionately," Do not climb on mirrors to justify yourself psychoanalytic unjustified desire to lend to manifestations of childishness! "

"I do not are manifestations of childishness! 'Michael pleaded convinced.

"Of the adults, among whom the youngest is thirty years, starting two days in the woods pretending to be doing, not childish, Michael," asked Brian opening his arms - "Or is it childish or psychopathy. Of the two, one. "

Shawn looked at Justin and both burst into laughter more than the expected reaction to the project developed by Brian Emmett, finally in details on those two days New Yorkers.

"Just as expected," Laureen ruled with a conscious smile revealing the thoughts of four friends.

Brian nodded. "Did you put in quotation also that I would have said no, I hope," he asked with a quiet air. The silence of his companions and their neutral gaze fixed upon him worried.

He looked at them one by one, then smiled and shook his head: "No. No. If you stop here for a drink was aimed at bringing together the pieces of ninety to convince me to participate, you can take your coats and leave now. Or if you prefer you can camp out on my carpet, as has already happened long ago ... "he smiled looking smart Laureen who instinctively stood up the back and crossed his legs -" but let me go to bed because there is ; way to convince me to do such a thing. "

Shawn smiled and nodded. He knew very well.

"Come on Brian, for once, all together!" Justin pleaded that Michael helped dall'annuire vigorous in terms of crap to ever be with the boy - "'children are thrilled, Scarlett has already asked me to go and buy the costume!"

"I am sure you will enjoy a world with you and the children. I only serve to spoil the party, you know, Sunshine. "

'But it is also Laureen," insisted Michael.

"This can not that convinced me even more that psychiatrists and psychoanalysis are a waste of time and money. "

Laureen smiled sipping his whiskey.

"Well," declared Brian clapping - "Filed this speech you have something interesting to talk about obscene or proposed to do? Otherwise, declare the break ranks. "

" From Justin, "Shawn smiled at the boy agreed to shut down the speech. We had tried but were aware that there would not be able - "Speak to us this weekend by Warhol in 2012."

Green Day - 'Sassafras Roots'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3PB-2YouAI

*****

"How was your dinner?" Said Brian puffing cigarette smoke at the ceiling after orgasm. Orgasm that had not enjoyed until the end, with Justin and he was convinced, because of the deliberate and rational criticism of screams and moans satisfied by the presence, beyond the thin walls, Scarlett, Gus and Jenny in a room and Michael in the other.

A slight melancholy note took him to the idea that before you can enjoy a true and healthy sex with her man should have to spend at least another three weeks. The time that Justin was stopping in New York work at the home of Evan. Estimated that he made a quick trip to New York, or perhaps two, during those twenty days.

"Well," replied the boy, unaware of the considerations of the companion.

Brian nodded with a slight smile.

"What happened to Evan?" Justin asked without looking at him, staring at the ceiling like him.

Brian sighed. "Well," he said in a whisper, and saw, with one eye The boy nodded.

He moved to get on his side and rested her cheek in the palm of the hand: "I went to him because ..."

"I know, Brian, not care to explain anything, "Justin smiled sincere turning his head to look before returning his eyes to the ceiling. "I know all about the feeling that makes you have to review a person ... to settle the outstanding questions," sentenced without any tone of accusation.

Brian sucked lips between his teeth and looked down to the black pillow.

He felt the gaze of compagnmo upon himself and looked up to find it with a sly smile. He smiled at her again: "Did I ever tell you're a damn manipulator?"

Justin chuckled.

"Ok, you're right. One by one, "Brian leaned granted to gently kiss her cheek.

Justin received the kiss and shrugged back: "But you do not have anyone else involved. Certainly not our daughter, "he proclaimed in a not too veiled admission of guilt.

Brian looked at him seriously for a moment, then smiled and patted his forehead: "Do not think about it anymore."

** **

"Sorry Pratt, a minute ..."

Justin put his phone on the table and crouched down in front of his daughter: "Darling, are on the phone ..."

"I know, but I want to stay here with you .

Brian snorted and glared at the door with eyes Gus ready to comment on the attitude of her sister. They were ready to leave the house now for twenty minutes, but had created a 'crisi'Scarlett' that had suddenly become aware of the fact that Justin was seen for three weeks and was made to take despair.

Brian had tried to reason with her daughter, surrendering to the fact that Justin could not do it in twenty minutes as it was his phone rang three times, but to no avail.

"You can not stay, love, I have to work, you know. And you have to go to kindergarten. "

daughter hugged him crying:" But we were never together during these two days! I do not want to go to kindergarten and do not want to stay by her grandmother. I want to be with you! "

Justin glanced first at the serious face of Brian looking at him, then the phone where Pratt was still patiently waiting. He reached out to take the phone with her daughter still clinging to his neck: "I'm sorry, I'll call you in five minutes," ruled before closing the conversation.

"Love," he said pointing to her daughter, patient - "You promised not to do stories. We talked for some time. I must stay here and work, including twenty days I get home. "

"But then allocation," said the little girl with tears wetting the neck of his father.

Brian sighed, looking away and shaking his jaw.

"Not right away, after a few days before we go to Disneyland for Halloween and then the feast of the fairies!" Justin tried.

"But why can not we stay here? If you always have to be here then we come to live in New York! "Suggested the little girl whining.

"If we continue as we are to lose strength as the plane," Brian ruled.

Justin looked at Brian and shrugged his shoulders to make obvious.

"We can not come to live here because Dad works in Pittsburgh and I also, in principle. In addition in November will not be in New York but in Chicago ... "

The phone began to ring and Justin threw a look at Brian returned to do serious, in waiting.

The boy decided not to answer.

"Scarlett, look at me now," he suggested taking seriously congested in the hands of her daughter's face - "I have to work. We talked about it for days. Three weeks pass quickly and it is said that if I have two days off or dad make it, we've seen in these three weeks. The agreements were no more stories, was a promise remember? "

Scarlett drew up the nose, looked down and swallowed sad.

"Okay," Justin granted with a smile, kissing her forehead. The girl swallowed hard, turned to Brian mogia and headed toward him.

"Come on," suggested her father, smiling and taking her in his arms.

"But tonight I want to stay home," pleaded the little with big eyes and sad to Brian in a call that caused a tingling in my stomach.

"Ok" agreed man despite those programs were not initially - "'Let's go out to dinner and I together and then we sleep in Latvian," he suggested with a smile.

The girl's face lit up: "Siiiii! Thanks Dad, "cried hugging him happy.

From over the shoulder of the small, Brian glanced at Justin to find it sincerely regretted. He had to take his eyes to avoid unnecessary debates, especially before the children.

'You must understand that only by' Lindsay told the first time.

I would never do?

They said goodbye a second time on the front door. Justin Gus gave her a hug, a quick kiss and a 'feel when you arrive' to Brian and a stroke followed by a warm kiss on the cheek of her daughter.

The door closed behind Brian and children and while waiting for the elevator, the man shook his head, puffing slightly from the nose, the sound of the phone that Justin started playing behind the front door.

Ugly Kid Joe - 'Cats in the Cradle'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B32yjbCSVpU

****

The plane broke from the soil gently and without hesitation, for the relief of Debbie that during take-off was with fingers crossed, holding his hands clenched into fists a red plastic horn.

"It's gone," Carl communicates with a slight smile. "No, until it turns off the signal to keep their seatbelts fastened Carl did not go. It is when you relax the disasters that happen, "she believes the rebound, setting a point in front of her eyes focused.

Her husband laughed, giving it a light kiss on the cheek: "The laws are del'aerodinamica Debbie certain sciences, not the lottery."

"I'm sure that in all the planes that crashed there was over someone who, like you, trying to convince someone like me, the same theory! "

" You who are not afraid of anything, you really afraid of flying? "

"I'm not afraid of flying Carl," she pointed out the most voracious chewing chewing gum to relieve tension - "I'm afraid of falling!"

Carl laughed, shaking his head.

In the seats behind, Lindsay and Mel were enjoying the view offered takeoff from JFK. To go to Pittsburgh, the plane had to make a sharp turn in giving an amazing panoramic flight on the 'Big Apple'.

"Hello, hello New York," Lindsay greeted with an ecstatic smile on his face.

"Of course, the view of Pittsburgh from the top is something else!" Notes that Mel leaned on his partner to turn to peer over the door.

Lindsay shrugged: "True, but for some reason this fascinates me, that makes me feel happy in Pittsburgh."

My companion looked at her, smiled and she gave a fleeting kiss on the lips.

seats in the side, over the corridor, and Jennifer Tucker were enjoying the view it offered a take-off from JFK ...

"fabulous city," notes Jennifer & ndash , "but never would live there."

"Why," asked her husband watching the Statue of Liberty become progressively smaller. Jennifer shrugged: "Because of the very best in everything. It has everything about everything, but for this lack of simplicity. "

Tucker said his wife not to mention giving her an affectionate smile.

In the seats behind Emmett was practically lying on Ted to enjoy the view offered takeoff from JFK.

"Just tell him you and I left my window seat," ruled with an angry Ted Emmett's shoulder pressed against his nose. Blake laughed, resting his forehead with one hand, place the outer.

"It's fabulous!" Emmett ascertained with the wonder of a child, as if for the first time he saw New York from above - "Do not you, Teddy?"

Ted snorted: "If I could look out I'd probably agree with you!"

"It seems more myth than a real city. How to Neverland! "

"Yes, and you are a child lost that child to remain in serious danger of lives because if they do not take up your elbow from my side within three seconds, you'll tear your balls!"

;

In the seats behind JR and Gus trying to distract a mogia and sleepy Scarlett showing the view that offered a take-off from JFK.

"Look, Scarlett," JR tried thrilled - "you see the Madison Square Garden, there is under home! "

" It is not my home, "scolded the Scarlett -" My home is in Pittsburgh! "

" It's our home this too, "Gus estimated.

"No, not my home, Daddy is always here when we are busy working."

JR looked at Gus who shrugged his shoulders as if to leave the subject : useless to reason with a child.

"You, too, we'll work one day," JR tried anyway - "do not want to become the prima ballerina of the New York City Ballet?"

"No, I do not I want to do more. "

Laureen In the seats behind, resting his head to the headrest of the red and blue Liberty Air, was enjoying the relaxed view that offered a take-off from JFK.

A slight smile on the lips, an almost wistful look of one who wants to impress an image in memory before losing her forever.

"What?" Asked his sister.

Laureen shrugged: "I decided that at the end of year I go back to San Diego. I instructed the agency to sell the apartment in New York. "

Shawn got up his head and stared in wonder," Do not come back to New York? "

Laureen shook his head watching the light reflections placid Hudson paillettess looking exactly like silver on a silk scarf - "It makes no sense, no more."

"You have started a study, patients, and a career ... "

" reopen the study of San Diego. "

" But here you are in New York. "

Lureen placid smile watching her sister: "But in San Diego is my home. "

seats in the side, across the hall, Brian and Michael looked at the landscape that offered take-off from JFK.

"Of course it's really a city magnet," mused Michael watching the skyline from the top.

Brian smiled: "Magnetic like a whore."

The friend looked at him strange; "In what way?"

Brian did not look at him but kept his eyes on city of dreams with a shrug. "It's like a beautiful whore, Mikey. Fall in love with her because she is beautiful and it gives you around, but never really anybody. "

observing the profile of his friend Michael was silent until Brian did not catch the eye and returned. They looked in silence before a smile on their faces was born twin.

Michael closed his eyes, Brian looked at him for a moment, then leaned over to kiss him lightly on the lips.

Justin looked through the window of his apartment the plane of Liberty Air lift with a dull roar and away on his head. He looked at his watch and had to be estimated exactly what brought home to his family and friends.

The hint of nostalgia that he shyly peeping in her stomach was nipped in the bud by the ringing of his cell phone.

LIZA MINNELLI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LWlClxTwsw

Pete Doherty Necklace

Queer as Folk Season EIGHT-chapter thirteen later

Brian greeted Monica thanked him and closed the apartment door behind careful not to make too much noise as they were already two in the morning.

Dinner, including the invitation, he had dwelt more than usual, very good sign for Justin. Throughout the evening he was busy talking with the three art critics, directors of the four journals, Paula and her assistant and two other characters that Brian had not clearly identified but that to be guests of the inner circle of invited, should be equally large pieces.

For its part, the man had done what one would expect that Comrade 'the prom queen' to do. He in turn exchanged cordial conversation, discussed with making erudite and intelligent on various issues, exposed all its charm and elegance but without overwhelming Justin. Never.

He had been a step backward, just as Debbie had predicted he would.

It was not the star that night. It was a pleasant fellow, intelligent and cultured of the star.

meeting with Evan was almost forgotten had it not been for that business card resting on the chest from time to time reminded him of the sense of anger that this man, after twenty years, yet failed to let him try.

The same anger twenty years earlier.

Only once, during dinner, he had stopped to fix the wine poured into glasses of fine crystal, allowing himself to think about what he had said Evan: 'They asked me to take an AD I liking and thought of you '.

That would not only think of him if he had also called? What kind of life would have lived today?

had swallowed thinking for the third time in a few months at a parallel life that he could live the life that a boy would make false papers in order to live, the life she thought to herself before Justin before Scarlett.

Evan had not disturbed. What troubled him was to discover that in a puzzle that he thought he was perfect, he felt that a piece was stuck in the right way. And this gave him a thick new stomach; was passed in the blink of an eye. But there was.

He took off his jacket, removed his tie and went to the fridge to drink. Justin joined him, took the bottle from his hands, drank, walked past it to him and walked to the couch taking off his shirt over his head without even leaving her unbuttoned and wherever.

Brian followed him with her eyes swallowing water in big gulps and saw him sitting on the couch, slip off your shoes and throw them on the soft carpet to do with pissed grabbing jeans and a shirt that had left the morning.

He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows, then joined him. "This is the effect that makes you earn thirty-five thousand U.S. dollars in one evening with two paintings," he asked with a sweet smile.

Justin lifted a grim look on him: "No, is the effect that makes me gain twenty thousand for a painting that I would gladly split the head of that Evan. Evan never again see that for sure because I have not any intention of going to his house to do the painting. "

Brian looked down and nodded aware. Everything as expected: Evan launched the love and Justin was hooked. In the end he was not even that surprised. Evan and Justin knew he knew.

"You know how it works Sunshine, when customers pay for your own work, likes and dislikes that are ..."

"Do not treat me like an idiot Brian" on the rebound guy standing up and staring straight at me - "You know why I would have smashed on the head!" ruled before heading to the liquor cart. Brian stood staring at the sofa, sighing.

"No, I do not know," she whispered. He knew perfectly well but was not sure he wants to address that topic.

"Now I'll explain it," he heard the voice of Justin scratching behind his back - "That man has spent twenty thousand U.S. dollars for my part, not because he liked it, did not understand a damn what is in that picture, and he has not spent even to have a piece in my house since it already has one. The man has spent twenty thousand U.S. dollars in a single framework for ... "he paused, shaking his head and trying to appease the anger that kept him from finding the right words.

"Just to get the reaction that is objectively getting?" Brian asked, turning to look hard mate.

Justin stared at him in silence for a moment. "Exactly," he concluded with making gloomy.

Brian laughed, "Come on Justin," attempted to play down - "is one who likes to play with people since this is his reason for living, the only thing that going. Do not be selfish love him remove this too. Not the devil, "he concluded with specially indifferent smile.

"No Brian, not the devil. I know that. So, tell me who you know: Who is Evan Steel? "

Brian inspired by grasping the meaning in every detail of the application for Justin. He shrugged: "My first former head of the agency where I worked."

"Only this," Justin asked in rhetorical form so as not to give even a questioning tone to the question.

"What else should it be?"

Justin felt a blind rage salirgli the breast: more Brian minimized, the more that he had received and decoded during the evening was strengthened in his mind.

"We've never been to bed

Brian burst into merry laughter and genuine:" Sunshine, you know that I was in bed with 100% of my colleagues gay and a good 60% than straight. Your jealousy is becoming pathological if you do ruin an evening like this from one of my one thousand ex-fucking! "

Justin at that time would have beaten really beaten. He was doing clever as he did years before, many years ago. So he went back and looked at a fire in the eyes of the mate who supported him. "I request you Brian," she whispered sharp - "Who is Evan Steel?"

Brian paused several times from the eyelids, then sighed: "It is a person who helped me a lot in his career and the world in which I found myself," confessed knowing I can do without. Justin deserved it, was to him and most importantly, continue to keep silent would mean giving undue importance to something that Brian had no importance. Not anymore.

The boy sighed and continued to secure the mate waiting for the rest.

"He taught me so much at work, I started to like beautiful things in style. We went together to shops and antique markets the discovery of ... "

" was having an affair, "Tetra Justin arriving at the most obvious conclusions.

"No," calmly denied Brian.

Justin glanced quickly to the bedroom, where Gus and Scarlett slept, making sure that the door was closed and then turned again to his companion.

"went to flea markets and stalls together and did not have a relationship? Really I believe such an idiot? " 's angry spat in my face, wanting to take a slap that became more aggressive.

"There was a report from Justin. Fuck, we spent time together but it was not a realazione. "

Justin chuckled a little laugh that Brian knew to be like her:" It was a non-relationship? A non-relationship as one that was between me and you at the beginning? "

Demand Brian caught unprepared, perhaps for the first time in his life.

was not a report such as that there had been between them at the beginning? He had never thought that because he had closed the door behind Evan to never see him again, he had not even thought about.

But now Justin's flat-spotted the comparison under the nose and Brian could not ignore the voice in his head telling him: 'Yes'.

inhaled and cleared his throat and Justin felt at that moment the floor be soft under his feet.

resistors Brian took over and made him shake his shoulders and a face to face roleplaying enough: "You can not really be jealous of a person I met when you were, how much? Ten years? "He chuckled -" You know, there was a life before you, Justin, had not been created by magic powder of Liberty Avenue in the exact moment when you've turned the corner. & Rdquo ;

"A life based on 'I do not believe in love in sex!' I know, "argued the boy.

Brian opened his mouth really surprised: "I was not in love with Evan."

"No?"

Brian sighed and slumped his mouth open ; shoulders: "Do you really think that was in love with him?"

"I do not know, you tell me. You paved the way man you are, no? Tell me, he was led to believe in sex rather than love? Why did you betray your love? "

Brian was afraid for a moment of not being able to understand their own language: he was saying Justin?

"I have betrayed no love. I believe, indeed, I believed in sex and not love because I was sure that love does not exist. And I always believed in love before you. "

was true. He knew What had felt for Evan. It was not a simple addition to fuck, no. Brian and I remember this. But it was not in love with him. He wanted to be like him, idolized him, the attention of the man he so admired filled him with pride, and yes, perhaps he had been involved emotionally. But he was a boy who was facing life, he was young, experienced in sex but not in feelings. Exchanging an admiration for 'love' was there. Was not the same also happened to Justin himself?

"proves nothing for him then," asked Justin to give him no respite.

Brian snorted and tried to interrupt that conversation was going to shower his blessing. But he knew who had passed the years of the shower and could not have come back.

"I liked being with him if you really want to hear that. Order to continue and I believe there is no need to stress that I was the one who took it. We will shock you too? "Evil attacking churches to defend themselves.

Justin merely tighten the eyes and secure it with an air of imperturbable stone.

Brian nodded and went to turn the trolley Spirits: "We fucked together two months, we spent time together without purpose, then one day he went away to New York and I did not think more. Not until tonight at least, "estimated disheartened by the immense casino that was being created at all.

Justin nodded sadly and aware. "You know," began with a soft voice suddenly quiet, almost melancholic - "When you were about to leave for New York and I began to whimper like a child, I always wondered because instead of telling me that I was pathetic and to stop the act from frocietto, you've come to hug me and comfort me ... "

Brian blur the look of the amber liquid in the whiskey.

"Now I know," Justin continued in a whisper - "What happened to you too. You did because you knew exactly what I was feeling. "

Brian raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly and turned to look back in Justin standing in the middle of the room. Hands to massage his back in the embrace that he was giving himself.

"Yes," he finally admitted - "It's true. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Because at that time I asked myself the same question that you ponesti to me, "Brian said in a whisper, coming up to Justin. "What do I do now?"

Justin swallowed and Brian saw in his eyes a pain that would not have been there but that he was giving himself, unable to get understand. He wanted to avoid that discussion, but now he felt the need to deal with physical and emotional way down because Justin did not deserve the pain of misinterpretation.

"I told you," he went on taking his hands in his companion, contact Justin did not deny - "you'll find someone of your age, you'll love me and forget as I forget you. And that is exactly what has happened to me with Evan. This is exactly what che sarebbe successo a te se io me ne fossi andato.”

Justin negò con il semplice movimento del capo.

Brian sorrise e gli carezzò una guancia. “Sì invece e lo sai bene. Può non rientrare nei parametri della vita secondo Barbara Cartland,” scherzò leggero riferendosi alla più famosa scrittrice di romanzi rosa – “ma rientra nei parametri della vita vera, Justin. Tu sai cos’è l’amore perché lo vivi tutti i giorni,” sussurrò currents of emotions and feelings without restraint because they needed them both. Justin, but he too. "And as you know, you can not give the same name that I felt for Evan, or that you feel for me at that time."

Justin looked down and sighed quieter but Brian forced him to call in his eyes even placing his other hand on the cheek and gently lift the boy's face: "You yourself, you said - I loved the first hero, now the man I love - but love a hero is not Love Justin, is idolatry. Evan idolized? Maybe, "Brian gave him without fear, a pride that gave rise to an admiring gaze in companion -" but I loved and love one person in the world. It's you. "

Justin's eyes became liquid and bright thanks to the tears that they had drowned in those words. Brian smiled and leaned over to kiss both eyelids.

"And if he had been" asked Justin.

Brian sighed, watching him with fresh eyes, of: "If Ethan had not betrayed you?" Justin smiled and nodded a deep understanding at last.

Daphne had also written him a few months before: 'Things are exactly how they should go because it went. No other way was possible. The rest is just mental saws'.

"If I never talked to him," Brian continued, almost in a whisper - "is because I have not even thought about him a while since I saw the last time. This shows, in fact, that even if I had, by chance, a confused my feelings with a kind of love ... Well, it was not. And that makes me calm and peaceful. "

Justin smiled:" It makes me calm and serene even. "

Brian nodded, smiling, and bent to kiss him.

"You think I have commissioned the work he knew who I was," he asked without fear, but bringing the conversation about the practical and conversational. Brian shook his head: "No, I was genuinely surprised when he saw that we were together. I think it was really a case. "

Justin nodded," So they went on stage tonight, "he asked still confused.

Brian shrugged his shoulders to do more: "What they need to support the character that is built around. He had to prove to himself that he can come and go whenever he wants, especially as he wants and who it wants. "

"And he wants you," Justin whispered.

"No," decided to deny Brian - "He wants to prove to himself that he can recover in the blink of an eye. He does not want me as Brian, wants to prove to himself that his theories are right, that my choices are wrong and that you ... "he paused and reached out to pull out a white card from his jacket pocket - "... a calling card for to shake the stability of a couple. "

Justin looked with amazement the ticket and he felt upon himself the watchful eye of Brian. He was the first to be surprised not to feel any jealousy, anger or annoyance to that call which was made clear to her man by his 'ex' - whatever that meant.

We had arrived. He finally reached the point in the relationship with Brian has always tried to find without really ever. And there he found his companion to wait.

"And is because of this, "Brian continued -" that tomorrow we will go shopping happily disgraced your twenty thousand U.S. dollars and you'll stay here to continue the painting on his wall. "

Justin took off his ticket from the fingers of Brian and rested on the table then looked at his companion and smiled kissing clever fellow, and his lips muttering something about "Tell me again ..."

"What," asked Brian, grinning in amazement.

"What you said before."

"What did I say before?"

"How much do you love me."

Brian laughed lying on the couch and accepting mate above him: "I did not say how much I love you. I told you I know love because you live it every day. So in fact I told you how much you love me, "he said with a sly smile.

Justin became serious: "Thanks."

"What?" Brian whispered.

"Di said again how much I love me."

"But I told you ..."

Justin stared at him and Brian was silent, then a smile aware opened on his face. He put a hand on the nape of the companion and gently drew her to kiss him.

Backstreet Boys - 'As Long As You Love Me'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8o-i1exXUO0


(third time)