It felt like Justin had been walking forever. But he knew that in reality, it had only been a little while. He had been able to make out a street sign and knew that he was on Tremont, but he didn't know where to go. He figured he'd just try to ind his way back to the wharehouses and meet up with the other guys.
But he felt so terrible. His head was hurting and he knew that he had to have a split lip. It hurt eveytime he moved it. He was dizzy and hungry. Sighing, he leaned up against a building, his chin almost touching his chest.
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Brian had just left a business meeting and was flying high. He had managed to land a nice account with a high-end clothing manufacturer for Kinnetic. His business was up and coming, but it was getting bigger and better eveyday. He parked his jeep and got out, briefcase in hand. Raising his head, he saw a young boy leaning against the building that housed his loft.
He felt drawn to the boy. He walked over to him and asked, softly so as not to startle the boy, "Are you alright?"
The boy's head jerked up and Brian gasped in surprise. Half because he was looking at the bluest eyes he had ever seen, an half because he was shocked at the boy's appearence. The boy had his shirt unbuttoned and Brian could see a couple of bruises starting to form on the boy's stomach. The boy had dried blood on his face. It looked like it had come from his lips and is nose.
"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
The boy shook his head. "No! No hospital."
Brian nodded. He knew that he couldn't leave the boy outside. He had to help him. For reasons that he didn't undestand, he felt a pull toward the boy. "Okay. Come with me."
The boy looked at him wearily. "Why?"
"So you can get cleaned up and get somethig to eat."
After a pause, the boy nodded and followed Brian into the building.
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As they rode the elevator to the top floor, Justin couldn't keep his thoughts off of the man beside him. There was no denying that the man was absolutly beautiful! He had beautiful hazel eyes with what looked like gold specks and auburn hair. He'd bet his last dollar that the man was as beautiful naked...
Justin gave himself a mental shake. There was no use in thinking about that. The man didn't strike him as a bottom, but Justin was seriously consideing offering the man his cherry. There was just something about him...
Before Justin could think about it anymore, the man was lifting the elevator's door and leading him out. They entered the man's loft and Justin looked at it in amazement. It was a nice place. It had what looked like every expensive appliance available. And Justin loved the man's kitchen!
"Come on. I'll show you whee you can shower." Justin followed the hazel-eyed man into the bathroom. It had a nice large shower. Justin couldn't wait! He hadn't had a hot shower in a while. The man gabbed a few things, handing them to Justin.
"Here's a towel, washcloth, a pair of sweats, and a t-shirt. If you need anything, hollar." With that the man left Justin alone, without waiting for a reply.
Justin tuned on the shower and stepped in, smiling as the warm water hit his naked skin. After he finished his shower, he slipped on the black sweats and the white t-shirt, then looked into the mirror. The blood was gone. But he could see that his bottom lip was split and his nose had a cut on it. Feeling it, he determined that it wasn't broken, only sore. He knew that he had to look better than he had a few miutes before.
Trowing his used towel and wascloth in the hamper, her put his old clothes in the corner on the bathroom's floor. Walking out of the bathroom, he saw the man sitting on the couch. Walking though the man's bedroom, he reached the living room.
The man smiled. "Hey, feel better?"
Justin nodded. "Much. Thanks."
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Brian felt his breath catch when the boy smiled. He had a beautiful smile that made Brian feel like the sun was shining. "Well, we'd better introduce ourselves. "I'm Brian Kinney."
For some reason, Justin felt compelled to tell Brian his actual name. "Justin. Justin Taylor."
Brian smiled. "Nice to meet you, Justin. What would you like to eat?"
Justin did't eally know what to say. He didn't want to seem like he was asking too much. But he was craving some pizza with pineapples and sausage. Deciding to bite the bullet, he asked, "Pizza?"
Brian smirked. "Well, I usually don't eat carbs ater seven. But, this time, I'll make an exception." When Justin smiled, Brian was glad for agreeing to the pizza. Feeling an erection starting, Brian turned and walked to the phone. Dialing the pizza place, he couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself into.