"Ooh." Justin stood in his dark tower room with his nose pressed flat against the window. He looked with fascination to the outside where cars stopped in front of the Prince’s big castle and many different people got out. Again and again. There were people Justin had never seen before. People who laughed and wore pretty clothes. People who disappeared behind the castle’s doors while he had to stay all alone in his tower. He was really sad. The castle looked so, so beautiful today as it stood there in the darkness, brightly illuminated. Little lights shone everywhere and the music could be heard all the way across the street. Justin knew exactly what that meant because he had read about it in his book many times. The prince was giving a big ball! A ball with the most delicious food, as well as music, dancing and of course the whole kingdom was invited. Well everyone but the wicked witch and Rumpelstiltskin that is. His breath was warm against the window pane and left little droplets of water that he licked away with his tongue. Another car stopped and a man with black hair got out. He was not very tall but he carried a huge present. Justin's eyes shone and he laughed happily against the glass. He liked presents! The man locked his car, stumbled over the curb, caught his big present in the last second before it could fall onto the asphalt and then disappeared like all the others behind the palace doors. Justin hummed softly against the foggy pane. He wanted to dance too and eat all the good things. Presumably Prian had hundreds of boxes full of white beet and toast and a big bottle of prince water. “Evian.” He remembered and turned around to plod over to his shelf. Of course one needed to dress very nicely to go to a real prince ball. With a long gown and... “…glass slippers.” ””””””””””””” "Novotny! A years supply of my favourite fisting gel! Really, you shouldn’t have bothered." “Brian!" With a smile on his face, Michael jumped onto his friend's neck and kissed him on the lips. “It’s about time you finally gave yourself a house warming!" He looked around between all the people who populated Mister Kinney’s comfortable home. “My God! How many have you invited?" Brian looked over the crowd and shrugged. “Only five. Oh and I told Todd to bring a couple of friends." “Todd? Todd from the Backroom?" In closer examination, Michael could recognize one or two faces in the room. “Oh my God, half of Babylon is here! In Hugh Hefner’s fucking holiday home!" Brian grinned in content and put an arm around Mikey’s shoulders. “95%, plus four of the very best go-go dancers." Michael shook his head. He should’ve known that a housewarming party for the Kinney residence wouldn’t be held with close family and good wishes for the new home and an exchange of gardening experiences. Brian pressed a kiss on his friend’s temple and disappeared between two hundred dancing men in the flickering neon lights. ””””””””””””” Justin didn’t have any glass shoes nor could he find a pretty dress in his wardrobe either. But he painted his lips green, eyelids blue and rubbed a red wax crayon on his cheeks. He then took a brush and combed his hair for a long time, so it would become soft and shiny like silk. His sneakers were old and ugly, so he sat down awkwardly in front of his bed on the floor and put his blue slippers on. They looked pretty with his white pyjamas. With a smile, he took his wonderful prince necklace out from under the pillow. He put it around his neck. “Of course. The treasure jewelry." Fascinated, he stroked over the little butterfly noodles for a moment and then toddled out of the room and down the corridor. For a while he stopped in front of the nurse’s room and petted his soft, smooth hair. Of course one always had to…. “…inform Plake." But Plake didn’t come and after a couple of minutes, Justin went on down the corridor and left the ward. The stairwell was quiet and dark but Justin didn’t have an anxious feeling in his belly today as he slowly walked down the steps. No, he could feel the butterflies flutter and was very excited. He was so happy to see the beautiful prince and all the ball guests. Presumably he would even see the… “…Puss in boots." The big exit door was very heavy and creaked as it opened but the outside night air wasn’t very cold. It smelled of moon, music and Justin sniffed while smiling up to the dark sky. He hurried out of the court entry and through the big iron gate to the sidewalk. Parked cars were everywhere and at first he didn’t know how to find the right way across the street between them. Confused, he plodded along the pavement, while looking over to the beautiful castle. He really would’ve preferred to go there right now, so he could… “…dance with the prince." Another car came and stopped a couple of feet further away in a free parking space at the roadside. Justin stopped and rocked nervously back and forth. He had never seen the people who got out of the car. They were loud and laughed like the bad giant. "Hey!" One of them called and raised his arm. “You! Goldielocks!" The other two men laughed. “Come here!" “Yes." Justin looked aside. He would’ve preferred not to go over to the strange men. He didn’t know whether he liked them or not. “Come on, angel!" The largest of the men gestured with his hands. “Come over here!" “Yeah.” With small steps the boy walked closer and looked blankly up into the light of a streetlamp, as a couple of hands grabbed at him. “Holy shit!" One of the men laughed and wiped at the red color spots on Justin's cheeks. “Where the hell did you come from?" "Who cares!" Grinned another man broadly and put his arm around the blonde’s shoulders. “We’re on the way to a party. What do you think, little boy, wanna join us?" Did he? Justin didn’t like the arm on his back and stiffly retracted his neck. Of course he only wanted to… “…walk across the street." The men laughed and flanked the boy on the left and right before they shoved him over the street. “But of course! You’ll have the time of your life with us." ””””””””””””” "Ahhm…" Brian pushed the trick’s head more tightly into his lap and overwhelmed closed his eyes as the consumed E together with his approaching orgasm unfurled it’s full effects. God, how much he loved this! Willing men as far as the eye could see, hot music, good shit in all colourful variations, and far and wide no obligations in form of stone painting sons or blonde boys with apple-phobia. Yes, it was definitely the best night in a long time! Somewhere under the dull sounds of the booming music and the countless loud voices, the doorbell rang for the hundredth time tonight and Emmett hopped with light feet in the direction of the lobby. “Coming!" He said smiling and opened the door for the guests. "Oh my God!" Pleasantly surprised he placed his right hand on his chest. “Baby, I had no idea he invited you! How wonderful to see you!" He reached for one of Justin’s hands, but the men in his company didn’t seem all too happy about it. “Fuck off, Honeycutt. The little one is with us." “Oh yeah?" Emmett's voice became two octaves deeper and his kind facial expression disappeared. He totally disliked this Kip-person. “I cannot imagine that Brian would appreciate it if one of his personal guests were molested.” A duelling stare was exchanged before Kip grumbled and took his arm from Justin's shoulders and disappeared with his friends somewhere between the other guests. The friendly smile immediately returned to Emmett's face. “Come on in, baby!" He took the boy by the arm and closed the door. “I love your outfit, honey! Just recently I’ve seen something similar in this British fashion magazine. It’s the latest style in Europe!" “Yeah." Justin curled a strand of hair in nervousness around his finger. Today it was quite dark in the prince’s castle. Little coloured flashlights flickered around, it smelled funny and everything was loud and loud. He wasn’t sure if he liked it. Smiling brightly, Emmett linked his arm with Justin. “Well, how about I show you around a bit? Are you thirsty? Fancy a Cosmo?" ””””””””””””” "So Mikey," Brian hugged his friend from behind. Higher than a kite and more than content in all the pleasant atmosphere. “Where’s the good professor?" Michael grinned and leaned his head back against Brian's shoulder. “He had to work on a couple of things. He gives a lecture at the college next week." “Really." Brian was obviously extremely bored with this conversation. “And what is it about? How to put my patients down?" Michael clapped his hand on Brian's arm. “No. It’s all about Autism. Ben is a real expert on this subject, you know." A dark skinned man with a promising bulge in his tight trousers strolled by and Brian kissed his friends neck briefly before taking up the chase. “Yeah well…coincidentally I am a real expert on many subjects too. See you later, Mikey." “Michael!" Emmett waved happily and dragged a fair haired boy along through the crowd. “I haven’t seen you the whole evening!" He kissed Michael’s cheek and looked then around searching. “Where is Ben?" “He has to work." Michael smiled and gave Emmett's company a skeptical look. “Who’s your …friend?" “Mikey,” Emmett put on a proud face and pushed Justin one step forward. “This is Justin." He put a hand to his mouth and whispered discreetly. “I’m afraid he’s a little shy." "Aha." Michael wrinkled his forehead as the blond nervously began to rock back and forth and then rubbed a blue painted eye with two fingers. “Hey….Justin." He extended his hand for greeting but however, was ignored completely. Justin felt quite scared. Everybody chattered loudly but he couldn’t hear anything at all because the air was so terribly loud in the whole castle. He didn’t know why the lamps flickered and where the puss in boots was. His eyes were aching and burned from all the stinking fog. He really would’ve preferred to go outside to see where the frog was in it’s... “… blue water." Emmett put an arm around Justin's shoulders. “We were just on our way to the bar. What’s with you? Care to join us?" He blinked at Michael invitingly. "No,” Michael held his Pepsi glass up. “I’m good. But you go ahead." “Okay. See you then." Emmett chirped, waved his fingers and shoved his young companion through the dancing masses. Justin blinked and retracted his neck when a heavy man without sweater bumped hard against him. “Hey! The Stone Age is over, Mister Flintstone!” Emmett called after the unknown man and patted Justin's hand. “Isn’t it just unbelievable how impolite some people are?" He put the boy next to the bar and began to busy himself with a couple of bottles and glasses. “But no worries, auntie Emmett’ll make you a wonderful relaxation cocktail. Rum or Vodka?" "Yes." Justin looked apathetic up to the ceiling and started to rock softly. His belly felt quite ill and his head hurt. He really would’ve preferred to go back into his bed with the soft pillow. “Plake." “What was that, darling?" Emmett asked without looking up and garnished a perfect Vodka Tonic with a small lemon slice before passing the glass to the kid. “Cheers, Baby." “Yes." Justin didn’t like the strange glass in his hand. The water in it stank and the servant had put fruit salad on the edge. “Try it." Emmett encouraged and raised his own drink to his lips. “Brian always buys his foreign liquors at the best trader in town. This Vodka comes directly from Russia." “Yes. Prian." Justin looked uninterestedly to the wall. "Hach, I love Russia!" Emmett sighed and slurped noisily at his drink. “Fur caps, rough landscapes and just think of all the bathhouses in the- Hello. Cutie..." He interrupted his songs of praise over the foreign culture abruptly as a godlike man in white shorts and laced boots walked by. Blindly he put his cocktail down on the bar and kissed Justin on the cheek without breaking the visual contact with his new love. “I’ll be right back, sweetie. Don’t you go anywhere, okay?" “Yeah.” Justin bobbed up and down uncomfortably and wrapped a thin hair strand around his finger. His eyes hurt and he didn’t know where the servant had gone. “Plake." He really would’ve preferred to go to Prian now and see his beautiful toothbrush in the cup. “Of course. Certainly Justin Taylor." With small steps he toddled away and didn’t like the many big hands which touched and touched him. There were so many people here in the castle and everything stank like wicked witch and fire dragon. “You are hot…" Somebody purred into his ear and a man pressed up to him and held him tight and tighter. “Wanna dance?" Cold lips made his face wet and Justin grew stiff and counted the black stripes that Plake had on his sweater on Tuesday. “One…eleven." “Why don’t you drink that…" The stinking glass was pushed to his mouth. "Hh!" It was hot, tangy and burned and burned. Everything was like fire. His mouth and his belly and he felt for his cheek when his face began to glow. He wailed against the shoulder of a man who he had never seen before and closed his eyes tightly shut because somebody took hold of his butt and rubbed and rubbed. “Ahh…your ass is great. I bet you’re so tight…" Justin opened his eyes again as something hard pressed against his belly and then the whole world simply fell over. Everything spun and the air was loud and bumped. The thin glass fell down without making a sound and one thousand shards lay together with a yellow piece of fruit salad there on the floor. Then his stomach stung painfully and he howled as the hot puddle water came out of his mouth again and made everything wet. He didn’t fell as the strange man yelled and shouted before pushing him away with a hard hand against his chest. But he couldn’t walk very well either. His legs were heavy like stones and the whole castle was askew and crooked. He rubbed his forehead and howled this time only quietly when more hot water ran from his mouth. He looked down and it dripped on his blue slippers. He moved his toes in them and watched as the wet shoes slowly found a way outside. Over a warm wooden floor, on smooth black stone plates and up to the stairs with the naked guy picture. Certainly he needed one hundred years to climb all the steps and tried to call for Plake, but no voice came from his mouth. Upstairs, the corridor was cool and it had stopped stinking. The air was no longer so loud but it still roared and bumped in Justin's head. He squinted his eyes and rubbed his fair hair. It was smooth and soft because he had combed it for such a long time. “Yeah." He plodded further and all the doors were closed. But he knew exactly which one the white cat fur carpet was behind and pushed it open. “Of course." However, he didn’t want to go in there anymore and looked up to the ceiling expressionlessly. “Licks…licks Prian’s penis." “SHIT!" Brian pushed the nameless trick so roughly that he landed on the floor with a loud thud. Hard, naked and fuming with rage he rolled from the bed and stood with two large steps in front of a blonde boy with a snowy white flannel pyjamas. He grabbed him hard by the arms and shouted into his face without wasting a second look at his smeary colored face. “You damned little shit! This is a private party and you are not fucking invited!" He shook the boy twice and only let go of him, cursing loudly, when Justin began to gag. Brian kicked a naked foot against the bed, rubbed his neck, and then snatched the dark skinned man on the carpet roughly by the shoulder. “You need it in writing?! Beat it, Asshole!" The man threw a death stare into his host’s face, fetched his clothes and walked slower than necessary past Justin with one well placed fucker in the kid’s direction. “Yes." Justin swayed, stared up to the ceiling, and didn’t even bring his gaze down as he dry heaved again. Brian looked at him, cursed without saying it out loud and then disappeared, slamming the door to the bathroom. It lasted only two good minutes until he came out again. With a stone cold expression on his face, jeans which were closed to the very last button, and a half filled glass of tap water. He pushed it in Justin's hand. “Drink." It wasn’t a kind intonation but he said it calm and without anger in his voice. "Yes. Of course puddle…pud-” The boy gagged again and started to wail quietly while he was frantically trying to keep his gaze up. “You have to throw up?" Brian took the glass away and gripped Justin's chin to produce visual contact. “What have you…did you take anything?" The prince kept Justin's head firm and he whimpered before turning his eyes away because he didn’t want to see Prian. “Justin!" Brian lightly slapped his cheek and looked into blue, watery eyes. “Did you drink? Alcohol?" He didn’t get any reaction and cursed again. "Of course you have. You reek like a fucking distillery!” He took Justin’s a damp, cold hand into his own. “Stupid twat.” He then led him into the bathroom and put him on the toilet seat lid. “Wait here!" He said it extra loud and with anger before he closed the door behind him and left the boy alone. Justin rubbed his forehead and blinked. He liked it here. It was warm, quiet and everything smelled of beautiful prince. He really would’ve preferred to stay here on the toilet seat. “Of course." He opened his legs a little and looked down. “Always closed. Certainly not…not pissing.” It took a long time till the prince came back and Justin found it difficult to keep his eyes open. He was tired and wondered whether it was bedtime on his blue magic alarm clock. Brian was silent as he came into the bathroom again and locked the door. Without looking at Justin directly, he put turned on the shower and got a couple of towels ready. Warm fog rose and Justin opened and closed his eyes lazily. “Take this off. You puked all over yourself." Justin remained motionless and Brian grabbed the little white pyjama buttons, before he put a wet noodle necklace in the basin. Justin looked up. The prince seemed nice again. With two non-coordinated fingers he reached for Prian’s face. Brian didn’t avoid the touch, but averted his gaze. ”Get up." He took the boy by the arm, helped him to stand up and then bent down for soggy blue slippers. He pulled them off Justin’s feet and put them aside. “The pants." With two countless practised grips he shoved the white trousers off Justin's legs and held his unemotional facial expression as he removed badly fitting underwear. Justin looked aside to the wall and picked at his hair end’s. “Two…twenty-two." The tiles on the wall got wet and small water droplets ran down. “What are you counting?" Brian asked, although he didn’t want to know, and took off his own pants. "Yeah." Justin dry heaved and squeezed his eyes shut because he didn’t like it and everything began to spin again. The older man stepped closer and put a hand to Justin’s cheek. “Try breathing through your nose.” “Yes." Justin wheezed loudly in and out. Brian's thumb brushed over pale skin. “Good boy." “Yes." Justin opened his eyes again and looked at the prince with helpless blue eyes. “Justin." Brian hated this expression so much but didn’t look away. “You want to take a shower now?" The boy said nothing at all and blindly grabbed for a brown hair strand. “Come on." Brian took him by the hand and led him into the shower stall. “Hh!" The water was warm and drummed. Justin retracted his neck and panted with fright. "Too hot?" Brian blocked the way to the exit and held the kid firmly with one hand. Justin licked his lips and then opened his mouth as wide as he could. The water was very good. He poked his tongue out and curled up his nose because the droplets tickled on his face. With a watchful eye Brian stepped under the jet, rubbed his face a few times and then dragged Justin a bit closer. “You have to stand right under the water." “Yes." Justin obeyed and stood close beside Prian and extended his tongue again. Smiling. The corners of Brian’s own mouth went up briefly, before he saw the colored water drops that were running down Justin's face. “Why did you paint yourself?" Justin looked at the prince and blinked intensely against the splashing water. Brian touched the green lips. “Here. Why did you paint your face?" “Yes." Justin's look got blank and wandered aside. “Of course the ball. Dance with…dance with Prian." Two soaped hands stiffened motionlessly in wet brown hair. “Which ball?" “Yes." Justin rubbed his forehead and started to rock softly under the warm water. “So many…many guests. All in the castle." Brian pressed his lips tightly together when the hated hot stone fell without warning back into his stomach. He closed his eyes, held his face under the drumming water and washed his hair for a full three minutes before he rinsed the foam and reached without comment for the soap. A little more roughly then he had intended, he removed the green from a raspberry mouth, blue paint from tightly closed eyes and a remaining red shadow of pale cheeks. And he held the thin face tightly with both hands, even after the color had long disappeared into the drain. “I like you better without paint." The words were quiet enough not to be regarded as a real statement, but Justin nevertheless looked at him with big, childlike eyes. “Yes. Certainly beautiful for Prian." Brian drew his lips into his mouth and held his breath for two seconds without even noticing it. Then he smiled but it didn’t look real. “And? Did you like the ball?" It was a stupid question and every word was dripping with hidden anger. "Yes." Justin sighed a little. He loved the ball. The pictures were all in his book and the prince and the princess danced and danced and almost flew over the shiny floor although none of them could really perform magic. Justin would also… “…love to dance.” “You want to dance?" “Yes." The boy swayed from one foot to the other. “Dancing with Prian." “Hmm. You can’t dance without music." Brian leaned his head back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot water on his face. Justin swayed some more. From left to the right, on stiff legs, and after a moment he began to hum. He liked music. Mister Kinney’s forehead wrinkled and he blinked the water from his eyes. “Are you singing now?" "Yes.” The blond looked uninterestedly aside and hummed further. It was a nice song. Brian stared for a while at his own feet before he finally dared to move one step forward. Without saying anything, he laid his arms on Justin’s shoulders and slightly started to move his body. “You have to put your arms around my waist." He said it almost too quietly under the loud water. “Yes." But Justin heard it and brought two hands around Prian’s back. “Come here." Brian leaned his forehead against Justin’s and drew the slender body a little closer. “To which song are we dancing?" "Yes." Justin breathed damp warm breath in Prian’s face and quietly hummed along. “What’s the song called?" The boy sang his little melody for a small eternity, before giving a quiet answer. “K-E-double L-O-double good…Kellogg's best to you.” Brian closed his eyes and shoved the tip of his nose against his pale counterpart. “We’re dancing to a cornflakes jingle?" “Yes." Justin’s right forefinger began to stroke small movements over one special point at Brian's naked back. “Dancing with my…my prince." He emphasized it completely wrong but said it nevertheless totally clear. “Of course in the rain." Brian drew his arms around the boy more tightly, and tighter and tighter, until it turned into a real embrace. He held his head a little higher and kissed Justin's nose before he put his cheek on fair, wet hair. He felt the delicate naked body close to his own, heard the soft singing and for a tiny moment, actually allowed the nonsensical thought of dancing in the rain. Anywhere. Together with Justin Taylor...15219 Pittsburgh Pennsylvania USA. And it was ok and the best thing he could think of as a farewell present. ””””””””””””” The castle didn’t smell very good and everything was dirty and messy, but all the ball guests were gone now. Only the servant sat still on the stairway. He looked sad and his eyes were wet. “Yes." Justin looked down as the prince closed the zipper of a thick silver jacket in front of his belly. “Of course not mine." Brian closed the jacket up to the collar and spoke in a calm voice. “You like it?" Justin looked up to the ceiling. The jacket was silver like the prince’s sword and also… “…very warm.” “It’s Emmett’s. He wanted you to have it. It’s cold outside." "Yes." Justin had many clothes on today, which weren’t his own. White shoes with long shoelaces, black underwear, black socks, grey trousers without buttons and a soft T-shirt that was way too big. Everything from Prian. “Of course my pyj….pyjamas." Brian held a bag up. “Your things are in here. You’ve thrown up and everything is dirty." “Yes. Certainly wee-wee." “No. Puke." Brian put his leather jacket on and searched in his pockets for cigarettes. “And don’t say wee-wee." "Yes." Justin wrapped a hair strand around his finger. “Of course pissing. Prian says." “Good." Brian grabbed his key, stuck the bag under his arm and reached for Justin's hand. “Come on." “Wait!" Emmett jumped up, with trembling lips and thick tears in the eyes, and flung his arms around the boy's neck. “Good bye, Baby. Take care of yourself, okay?" Justin grew stiff and stared up with wide eyes. He didn’t know what the servant said. Emmett caressed the blonde hair and pressed a kiss on Justin’s cheek. “I’m so, so sorry." "Yes." Justin still stared stubbornly upwards as the servant let go of him and Prian led him out of the door and into the courtyard. It was dark, cold and he really would’ve preferred to… “…stay with Prian." Brian ignored him and lit a cigarette one handed, while marching straight ahead with the boy through the gateway. They stopped at the roadside and Justin looked blankly aside. He liked how the big prince’s hand felt around his fingers. All warm and strong. “Come on." Noisily, Brian blew a long smoke trail into the dark sky and briefly squeezed Justin's fingers before leading him across the street and directly through the big iron gate of the St. James Institution. He threw the cigarette in a wilted ugly rose bush. The heavy door creaked and no lights were on in the stairwell. Justin counted the steps. At first only quietly and then really loud but the prince didn’t say that he was a good boy. The prince said nothing at all. He only walked and opened the ward glass door and then the white one with the 411. He led Justin in, put the bag down and closed the door again quietly. “I have to go now." “Yes." Justin stopped next to the little table and softly rocked back and forth. Brian went over to him and opened the silver jacket. “It’s only half past three. You can still go to bed." "Yes. Certainly eyes are open." Brian bent down, opened Justin's shoes, pulled them off and put them away. “Come on, take your pants off and go to bed." “Yes." Awkwardly, the boy climbed out of his far too big trousers and then scratched himself uninterestedly at his butt, when the prince hung the pants together with the silver jacket on the chair’s armrest. Brian held the blanket back “Come here." “Yes." Justin toddled to the bed, crawled slowly in and looked with big eyes up at Prian, as he pulled the blanket up. Brian smiled slightly. “Close your eyes." “No." “Why not?" Justin turned his head aside. Brian went to turn off the lights and laid himself next to the boy on the mattress as he came back. Complete with shoes and leather jacket. He rolled over onto his side and put an arm over Justin's body. “Sleep." He only whispered the word and could see in the darkness that the blue eyes remained open. Never had another person laid in his bed, but Justin wasn’t frightened. The prince held him tight and tight and smelled of almond cake, little fire sticks and Prian. Clumsily, he extended a hand and touched soft lips. “Sleep with Prian." Brian closed his eyes and kissed the cold fingertips. But he didn’t say anything and hated the crushing feeling of two hundred pounds of rock, lying heavily and immovably on his chest. The cool fingers stayed on his lips for a while, then wandered over his face, felt a little clumsily for his closed eyes and finally found their way into brown hair. And they were gentle and stroked around until the hand became too tired to move. Brian brushed evenly along the form of a distinguish rib, listened to the quiet wheezing sounds and breathed in the smell of warm skin and soft blond hair. For a full 22 minutes, before he carefully got up and drew the thin blanket neatly over the small frame. For a moment he watched the sleeping figure quietly and then leaned down to bury his nose in Justin’s neck. “We’ll see each other in your dreams." He said it too low to be able to hear it himself and kissed a soft earlobe. Then he grabbed the bag with the dirty laundry and left the little sterile room without a last glance back. …to conduct a clear conversation with the clinic staff about the safety precautions in Mister Taylor’s room. ””””””””””””” Tbc…