Brian decided to drive by the Taylor’s home a little earlier than planned. He wanted to get a feel of the area and see what he had to work with before meeting his potential client. He drove his jeep. He figured it would be less conspicuously than his prize procession a fully restored 1970 Mustang convertible. Brian noticed the dark blue four-door sedan turning out of the subdivision as he drove in. It passed him. He was unable to see the driver due to the dark tinted windows. He tried to catch the license plate number but it was obscured by mud. Brian didn’t like the feel of it. He parked away from the home and approached it from the rear. Brian checked out the neighborhood and made a few notes. The community was a mix of town homes and small ranch style homes. It was a well-maintained swim/tennis community complete with a clubhouse. There was a security booth at the entrance of the community but no one was in the booth. Brian spotted the patrol car parked outside Taylor residence. He looked closely. The patrolman sitting in the car was dozing. Brian walked around the back of the Taylor’s town home unnoticed by the patrolman. Brian appraised the security of the Taylor town home. There was a home security system. Brian knew that an determined criminal could disable it in a matter of seconds. The lighting was poor in the back of the condo and trees surrounded it. There were too man shrubs near the patio although it offered privacy it also offered cover for anyone attempting to break in the home. Brian inspected the lock on the French doors. It was flimsy and could be broken within in seconds. He looked around the grounds of the Taylor home. Someone had been standing in the shrubs recently. He stooped down to examine the disturbed leaves. He noticed an impression of a footprint near the patio steps. He was beginning to feel very uneasy about the safety of Justin Taylor. He could see the family moving around in the kitchen and family room through the sheer panels covering the French doors. At least he was assured the family was okay. He saw the back of the head of a blonde young man sitting on the sofa. He knew that Justin Taylor was blonde. His high school picture had been in the newspapers and on the news program. Justin said a few words to his mother then he got up and went upstairs. Brian flipped open his cellular telephone and called his uncle. “Horvath,” came the gruff response. “Carl I’m at the Taylor residence. Seems like someone has been checking the place out. And your uniform is sleep on the job. How soon can you get here?” Brian heard paper rattling in the background then the squeaking of a chair. “I’m on my way.” Brain pressed the off button and took up a stake out position to protect the Taylor residence. He would have remained in that position but he saw a news crew van pull up. He let out a frustrated sigh. The patrolman, finally awake from his nap, intercepted the news crew. He saw Mrs. Taylor looking out the window of the front door. Brian figured there was no time like the present to make her acquaintance. He wanted to wait for Carl but circumstances were pushing things along. If the news crew got to aggressive he wanted to be inside just in case he had to sneak Justin out of the house. Brian pressed the doorbell and was greeted by a not so happy Jennifer Taylor mistaking him for a reporter. He quickly assessed her. She was a beautiful petite blonde in her early forties with dark brown eyes. Today she was casually dressed in jeans and a pullover. “Look I told you my son is not up to speaking with the press. I’ve said all I’m going to say. My son needs time to recuperate. He needs to be left *alone.*” As she was about to slam the door in his face Brian placed his hand on the door to keep it from closing. “I am not a part of the news crew. I’m not a reporter. My Uncle, Det. Horvath asked me to come over and speak with you and Justin.” “About what?” She looked him up and down. “Who are you?” “My name is Brian Kinney. I was told that your son needed some protection.” “You are a policeman?” “No. The police don’t have the man power to offer your son 24-7 protection.” Brian looked over his shoulder. He didn’t want the news crew to notice him. “May I please come in. I would rather not have this conversation on your doorstep for the whole neighborhood and news crew to hear.” Jennifer reluctantly stepped aside to allow Brian entrance, but only as far as the foyer. She closed the door behind him. “Justin is upstairs sleeping and I would rather not disturb him unless I have to do so.” She looked Brian up and down. “Now what is this about protection?” Jennifer crossed her arms protectively across her chest. “Mrs. Taylor is it possible for us to sit down and have a conversation. I am here to help Justin not harm him.” Jennifer stared at Brian for a long time. She finally seemed to come to a conclusion. “Fine, the kitchen is right through there. I don’t know about you but I can use a cup of tea. If you prefer I can make you some coffee.” “Thank you. Coffee would be great.” Jennifer turned her back on Brian and proceeded down into the main living area of the town home. As he started to walk towards the kitchen Brian could help but think to himself that she had made a major mistake. If he’d wanted to hurt her she’d already be dead. Rule number one never allow someone you don’t know to follow behind you. Jennifer stopped in the kitchen and turned around to face Brian. “ Have a seat Mr. Kinney I’ll get you some coffee.” Brian sat down and watched as Jennifer made herself a cup of tea and made him a cup of coffee. She brought the beverages to the table and sat down across from Brian. Brian picked up the sugar bowl and loaded his coffee with sugar. Jennifer waited patiently while Brian stirred his sugar in his coffee. “Okay, Mr. Kinney I’m prepared to listen to what you have to say.” Brian decided to get straight to the point. “I know a second attempt was made on Justin life last night.” He didn’t bother to tell her about the signs that someone had been outside her condo. Jennifer was taken off guard. “How do you know about that? That wasn’t in the papers.” “My Uncle is the detective working on your son’s case.” “That asshole Stockwell! He doesn’t give a shit about what happens to Justin! As far as he is concerned my son is just another Fag that was beat up by his boyfriend. Fuck him. The last thing we need his homophobic help.” Brian was shocked at how vehemently and harshly she spoke about Stockwell. He was ever more shocked to hear such language coming from this refined woman. He actually had to struggle to hold back a chuckle. “My Uncle is Carl Horvath and I agree with you Stockwell is an asshole. My uncle is worried about Justin’s safety. He thought that I could be of some assistance. I am a professional bodyguard. Although, I am retired now. I help out my uncle whenever he needs it.” “Aren’t you a little young to be retired Mr. Kinney?” “I guess I am. Most of my clientele was pretty wealthy and I invested wisely. Led to an earlier than usual retirement.” Jennifer looked Brian up and down. He didn’t look anything like any of the bodyguards she’d seen on TV and in the movies. He was tall enough but he didn’t have that weight lifter body that the stereotypical bodyguards had. She did admit that he was slim and well tone. He was just too beautiful to be a bodyguard. She pictured him as more the model type than a bodyguard. Plus if his clients were as wealthy as he said she doubted very seriously if she could afford his services. “Well I am not wealthy by any means. As much as I want someone here to watch out for Justin I don’t think I can afford your services.” “Like I said this is a favor for my Uncle. There is no cost. I just want to help. All I’m asking is that you allow me to help protect your son while the police try to solve this case.” Brain saw the first smile he’d seen cross Jennifer’s face. “Okay Mr. Kinney. I’d appreciate it.” “It’s Brian.” “Okay Brian. Now how can I help?” Jennifer asked. Although she was thankful for his help she still did not totally trust anyone with her son’s life. Before Brian could answer the doorbell sounded. Brian placed his hand on Jennifer’s shoulder to halt her from rising. “First thing I’ll answer the door. If it’s reporters I’ll get rid of them. If it’s well meaning friends I’ll tell them that Justin is resting and you aren’t up for visitors at the moment.” Jennifer shook her head in understanding and allowed him to answer the door. Brian could see Carl’s outline through the frosted insert of the door. He pulled the door open as Carl was ringing the doorbell. “Come on in. Jennifer and I were just discussing Justin’s protection.” Carl walked behind Brain and admired him. He wished he’d had his nephew’s looks and ambition in his younger days. Carl had never been a looker or a very ambitious man. Which explained why at 60 he hadn’t progress further than detective. His disregard for fashion trend and his trying to enhance his features explained why he was never a man that women would turn around and stare at. He was just an *averaging looking Joe. * Unlike Brian. Brian surpassed handsome. He was absolutely gorgeous. He had a natural tan, haunting hazel eyes, straight nose, high cheekbones, firm jaw and jutting chin. Brian was every straight woman’s dream. He was 6’2” with lean well-defined muscles. He exuded style from the top of his perfectly cut carefree chestnut hair to the bottom of his large expensively booted feet. Brian was a label Queen. Not that it really mattered. Everything he wore from faded 501 jeans to designer suits looked magnificent on him. Horvath still couldn’t understand with everything he had going for him why he chose men over women. The guy was a pussy magnet. Carl shrugged well if the number men he’d seen Brian with was any indication he was also a dick magnet. Carl shook off the thoughts as he followed his nephew into the kitchen. Mrs. Taylor was sitting at kitchen table drinking tea. She nodded her head in greeting to Carl and flashed him a blinding smile. “Thank you Det. Horvath. For thinking enough of my son to send your nephew here to protect him.” Carl blushed, “N-No problem. Mrs. Taylor. I just want to make sure Justin is safe.” “I still thank you for your thoughtfulness. And please call me Jennifer.” Brian interrupted them. It was getting late and he had more important things to do than watch his uncle blush because a beautiful woman was smiling at him. “Well before Uncle Carl interrupted we were talking about what we need to do to protect Justin. I’ve surveyed your area and I’ll be honest. It will be almost impossible to guard Justin here. It’s too open and there are too many people with access to the area. Not to mention media will probably be camping out until they can finally get a picture or an interview with him. The community is too open. There is no way to limit the number of people in and out of the area. I’ll need to move Justin to a safe house.” Brian let that bit of information sink in before he added the next bit. “With me.” Jennifer visibly flinched, “Safe house! With you? Where?” “I can’t tell you that, but you will still be able to see him regularly. I’ll bring him over several times a week to visit. He can call you from a cell phone as often as he wants. The goal here is to keep him safe and it can’t be done…at least not here.” Jennifer let out a long sigh. “I don’t know. Justin is still very fragile. He doesn’t like to be in unknown places. I have to talk to Justin about this.” At that moment Justin was coming from upstairs. He woke up hungry from his nap and was headed to the kitchen for something to eat when he heard voices coming from the living room. “Talk to me about what Mom?” Justin asked looking at his mother and not yet noticing the beautiful pair of hazel eyes that were now transfixed on him. Brian had seen pictures of Justin from his prom and graduation this was the first time he’d seen Justin in person. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt that seemed a little big on his slim frame. The t-shirt stopped at the waist of a pair of dark blue Tommy Hilfiger jeans that hugged his trim waist and that perfect bubble butt. Brian’s mouth salivated just thinking about all the things he could do to it. He had on a pair of Nike sneakers. He looked so young and innocent. His pictures failed to capture Justin’s beauty. His skin reminded Brian of fine porcelain and was pale from his long illness and lack of sun. His blonde hair was long and shaggy falling against his collar and over his eyes. He pushed his bangs back as he looked at his Mom. He had the brightest and clearest blue eyes he’d ever seen. His skin looked soft and smooth. Brian’s fingers ached to touch it. What captivated Brian most were his sweet pink lips. The lower lip was full and pouty and he found myself imagining how it would feel to have those luscious lips wrapped around my dick. He shook the lustful thoughts from my head. He was there to protect Justin not seduce him. Justin turned and greeted Carl, “Hello, Det. Horvath.” Justin turned and locked those beautiful blue eyes on him and Brian was almost breathless. The kid was beautiful and sexy. Brian reached his hand out to shake Justin’s hand. Wanting to touch him. Brian’s large strong hand enveloped his smaller, softer one. “Hello, Justin.” Brian said before Jennifer could answer. “I’m Brian Kinney. My Uncle asked me look after you for a while. I was telling your mother that I would not be able to do that here. That you would have to come with me.” Justin was speechless for a moment. He registered everything about Brian Kinney in a few seconds. He was tall, muscled and gorgeous. He wore a black leather Hugo Boss jacket, and a long sleeved black silk t-shirt. A pair of faded jeans covered his long legs. The jeans hugged and cupped what looked like a very impressive package. Justin found himself wondering if it was as impressive unhindered by clothing as it looked in those tight jeans. Brian had the most beautiful face, the sexiest eyes and a pair of sensuously full pink lips Justin had ever seen on a man. At the moment those sensuous lips were saying something. Justin wasn’t sure what Brian was saying but he thought he heard him say “come with me.” Justin thought that Brian had know idea how much he wanted to cum with him. Justin finally shook off his lustful thoughts and tried to concentrate on what Brian had said to him. “Excuse me did you say *cum with you?*” Justin asked slightly confused and a little hopeful. “Yes, I did. “ Justin stared at the gorgeous man in front of him and for a moment. He thought he was having another one of his dreams. Although he had to admit this was a decidedly better dream than any he’d had before. “Ah, as much as I want to cum with you I have to ask a couple of questions. Who are you and why are you here?” “I’m Brian. I am a bodyguard. My uncle, Det. Horvath asked me to protect you.” Finally all the implications were hitting Justin. “Oh, wow! Does he think I am in that much danger that I need a bodyguard?” “He just doesn’t want to take any chances….and neither do I. Someone went through a lot of trouble to get to you last night. That means you are a danger to someone. I want to keep you safe. If you’ll let me.” Brian started out doing this job as a favor for his uncle, but after seeing Justin he genuinely wanted to help him. Looking at Justin all he could think was that he looked like an angel. He looked so vulnerable. He couldn’t understand why anyone would want to intentionally harm him? It didn’t take Justin but a minute to make up his mind. “Okay, I’ll go with you.” “Justin! “His mother exclaimed, “You don’t know this man. How could you go with him and not know where you are going?” “Its okay Mom. If Det. Horvath thinks I need protection I’ll accept it.” He looked Brian in the eyes. “I trust Brian.” Justin knew as the words were leaving his lips he meant them. He didn’t know why but he felt a connection to Brian he couldn’t explain. “I don’t know about this.” Jennifer was still undecided about letting Brian take her son away from her. A knock on the door interrupted them. Brian went to the door. The police officer was there. “We’ve got big trouble. Where’s Det. Horvath?” Brian looked out. There were now three news vans where before there was only one. He realized instantly that this one cop was not going to be able to keep a reporter from getting past him. Horvath came up behind Brian and instantly accessed the situation. Another van was pulling up as he turned to Brian. “Think you can get him out of here while I distract them.” “Yeah, just give me 5 minutes and we’ll be gone.” Brian watched as Horvath walked out to talk with the reporters. He returned back to the kitchen. “I’m sorry Jennifer we’ve run out of time. I know you have reservations but right now I don’t have time to entertain them. I promise that Justin will call you when he gets settled.” “Settled? What’s going on?” She asked jumping up from her chair “More reporters. I don’t know how long before they manage to get through.” He turned to Justin. “Get a jacket and a hat. I need you to cover all that blonde hair. Don’t worry about packing anything we don’t have time and we don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves.” “Where are you taking him?” She demanded. Brian let out an agitated sigh. He really didn’t have time to deal with a hysterical mother. He had to get Justin out of this town home. “I’m taking him somewhere safe. I’ll have him call you as soon as we get there.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. “I promise.” Jennifer let out a resigned sigh. Justin was already moving. He ran upstairs to his room grabbed his jacket and pulled a hat over his head. He stuffed his hair under the hat. Then returned downstairs. Brian pleased with his quickness led him to the French doors. He stepped out on the patio and crouched down. He looked around. There was no one around. He motioned for Justin. “Get down and follow me. Don’t stand up straight until I give you the okay.” Justin nodded in understanding. He crouched down behind Brian and followed closely. They moved around several town homes coming out on the other side of his mother’s town home behind the reporters. They casually walked past his mother’s condo as the first reporter separated from the bunch and made it to his mother’s front door and press the doorbell. --------------------- Brian was driving toward his loft on Tremont Street he could feel Justin glance his way every so often. He could tell that Justin had questions for him. He figured he should get them out of the way so that Justin could be more relaxed. He had no idea how long this assignment would last. “Okay Justin I know you have a ton of questions. If your questions can wait until we get to our destination I will be happy to answer them.” Brian said hoping to put Justin at ease. “Could I ask one question, now?” “Sure.” “Where are we going?” “We are going to my place. It’s very secure and it would be easier for me to protect you….especially at night.” Knowing that he was going to Brian’s place and was going to be staying there brought some wicked thoughts to Justin’s mind. He could feel Brian’s long firm body draping his cock thrusting in and out of his tight hole. The image in his head was so strong Justin let out a small gasp. He quickly looked at Brian to see if he had heard him. Brian seemed to be concentrating on the road and constantly checking the rear view mirror. Brian glanced over at Justin. “You okay. You look a little flushed.” “I’m fine,” Justin squeaked. Justin was afraid that Brian could see what he had been thinking about so he turned his head to pretended to look out the passenger side window. When they arrived at the loft Brian show Justin the security code to get into the downstairs door and to operate the elevator. Once upstairs he showed him the code to get in the front door. When Justin entered the loft he was in awe of the how large and full of the light the loft was. His artistic eye took in the clean sleek line of the beautiful furnishings, accessories and the uncluttered minimalist style. Justin already spied places where he could sit and sketch. He hadn't been drawn much since he came home from the hospital; he really hadn’t had the urge until now. Brian stood back and watched as Justin took in his surroundings. He wondered what Justin was thinking about as he looked around the room. He hated to interrupt him but he wanted to give him a quick tour of his temporary living quarters and go over a few rules with him. “Justin……Justin,” Brian had to repeat his name to get his attention. “Oh, sorry. I am somewhat amazed with this place. Are you an artist, because this is definitely an artists dream home.” “No, I am not an artist but I draw one hell of a stick figure.” Justin smiled. “Listen I want to show you where everything is kept.” Brian walked further into the loft. The threw his jacket over the back of his white leather sofa. Justin gasped when he spotted the twin shoulder holsters. Brain heard the gasps and turned around to face Justin. He was so used to wearing his guns he barely paid them any attention. They were like another piece of clothing to him. “Do these freak you out?” He asked as he shrugged the holster off and laid it on the end table. Justin shrugged and shoved his hands in his pants pocket. “A little I guess. I know you have to wear them though. I guess it comes with being a bodyguard. I don’t wear them when I’m in the house alone but I usually have them on me when I’m working.” Justin shook his head in understanding. “Okay. I can accept that.” “Good now follow me.” Justin followed behind him taking in the sights around him especially the sight of Brian’s ass in front of him. Brian had a nice firm ass. It wasn’t round like his ass but to Justin it was still beautiful and well shaped. As Justin watched Brian walk he thought *Ethan never had an ass like that.* Justin was so into his thoughts and watching how the material of Brian’s 501’s molded to his firm ass that he didn’t realize Brian had stopped walking. Justin walked right into Brian his already twitching cock brushed against Brian’s thigh. Instinctively Justin hand shot out to Brian’s waist to steady himself. Brian turned around and somehow he and Justin ended up in a loose embrace. Brian noticed the bulge in Justin’s jeans but decided not to mention it. “Sorry,” Justin mumbled as he took a step back so he could look up at Brian. He hastily dropped his hand from his waist. “It’s okay. This is all new to you. I wanted to show you the back of the loft. Through here is my bedroom and over there is a doorway that leads to another apartment. That is where you will be staying.” Brian and Justin walked through the doorway to the other apartment. It was not as large as Brian’s loft but it had terrific lighting and was decorated just as nicely as Brian’s. “Oh my! Brian this is like having my own place. This is terrific! I really can’t believe you are doing this for me.” Justin turned one of his mega watts smiles on Brian. Brian could not help but smile in return. “Dim the lights a bit Sunshine or I am going to have to get my sunglasses.” That only caused Justin smile brighter. “The only way in or out of this apartment is through my bedroom. So you don’t have to worry about any one getting in. No one can get to you but through me and I assure you I’m not easy to move. Justin saw the cold glint that came over Brian’s features as he spoke those words. His eyes took on a hard steely glint. “I won’t allow anyone to hurt you.” Justin believed him. Justin lightly touched Brian’s arm. It was quick. He still wasn’t comfortable touching people. “I believe you.” “Good. You have free access to both apartments, so make yourself at home. There are televisions and sound systems in both apartments. And one other thing….” Brian went into his bedroom and came back and handed Justin a cell phone. “This is an untraceable number. You can call your mother and whomever to let them know you are okay any time you want. The only thing I ask is that you don’t give out the number though.” Again Justin flashed Brian one of his beautiful smile. Brian realized it was going to be very hard to keep his lustful thoughts about Justin at bay. He’d been attracted to a few of his other clients before but nothing like what he was feeling for Justin. “Okay, Sunshine do you have any questions?” *Sunshine, huh. Justin said thoughtfully, I kind of like that.* Justin thought for a moment, “I do have a question for you, the woman holding the baby in the picture on your coffee table is that your wife.” “You certainly have an eagle eye.” “It’s the artist in me. So who is she?” Brian rarely answered clients’ questions about his personal life but he was fast beginning to realize Justin wasn’t an ordinary client. He answered his question. “She is a close friend and the mother of my son. I am gay.” Brian said looking. “So you had sex with her?” Justin asked clearly confused. “During my college years. I was still coming to terms about being Gay. I just supplied the sperm via my hand and a cup," he smirked at the last statement. "Lindsey and her partner Melanie raise him. We share the responsibility of his support. I see him as often as I can.” Brian looked Justin directly in the eye. “And since I know you are going to ask let me answer now…you being gay was not the main reason I took this case. You need someone to protect you. Someone that sees you as more than a Fag. Someone that cares about what happens to you. Right now that someone is me. Did I answer your questions?” “For now.” Justin said smiling up at Brian. He was trying to put on a calm façade when in actuality all he wanted to do was throw himself at Brian. If anyone could cure him of his fear of being touched he knew it would be Brian. he managed to get his raging hormones and hard on under control. He turned around and walked away from Brian. He stared out the window. If he only knew Brian was fighting the same struggle. *Okay Kinney this is a client, a young client, a young client who has been in coma for two years. A young man that hasn’t been laid and is probably thinking with the head between his legs and not on top of his neck. Keep it professional.* Brian knew if he made the right moves he could have Justin legs on his shoulder and be sinking into his tight pink hole in minutes. He also knew Justin needed time to really find out what he wanted. With those thoughts Brian cleared his lustful thoughts. He followed Justin to the window and stood beside him looking out. “Justin, I will escort you to any appointments you may have. If you are uncomfortable with people knowing you have a bodyguard you can tell them that I am a friend. I will just need a schedule of your appointments. Under no circumstance are you to leave this loft without me, Brian said adamantly. "Do you understand?” “Yes. And Brian, thank you. For everything.” “You’re welcome. Any other questions?” “Yeah, do you have any food? I’m starving.”