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.
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.
Anastacia - 'I'm outta love'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wRQjmIucos
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)
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