I know I promised a chapter a day ... but I was completely blocked by this chapter ... I'm sorry. Epera
worth ... Thanks for stopping here, and kisses to all s.
Sacrifice V. Brian
not remember how long it took on that bed, "hours? Days? Years? ... Time does not exist. I hated the pain caused to his friends, knew I had to do something ... but his body did not exist, he did not exist.
real All we had was the gray fog that invaded his mind, moving away of reality, that was all that made sense. It was well wrapped in it, without thinking, without feeling ...
Although that was not entirely true, because it arose, at times, disjointed images: A young blonde who laughed and hugged him in the same bed, he kissed a young man threatened him with a brush full of paint, they two dancing in the street, staring blue eyes, hurt, and a man hugging them away .... a voice telling him that she no longer loved. A voice repeating "has perdidio" ...
It came the echo of those words but not understand them, not knowing if they were real. JustinJustinJustin ... was all that the fog did not erase, a word, the oft-repeated, and did not know it existed.
Something was wrong. Justin felt like bursting into rer at the absurdity of his remark, it was obvious that nothing was wrong. But in those days was the suffocating feeling that something happened to Brian, for what, in their efforts to save him, had sentenced the man she loved.
The words of his mother that afternoon did not help.
- Justin, I never got into your stuff, but we are concerned. You've been weeks without wanting to see us, you always have an excuse ... and Brian is ... God, do not even know it is, takes a full week away, without reacting to anything ....¿ what is happening, Justin? - The frantic voice of his mother made he felt chills .- has to do with that Ronald?
Justin could not help a slight smile at the "it" that, years ago, had preceded the name of Brian.
He made her promise to her mother that she would be at the show, missing for two weeks, and hung up.
The need to see her family, to see Brian, was so intense it hurt. He felt that was years away from home.
could not risk using this time the home phone, all calls were recorded. I did not know where to call, or to say. But I had to do something. could survive in spite of Brian, knowing that he had followed his life, but if anything happened ...
Returned to the room and tried to turn on the phone, thrown against the wall when the red light told him that was out of battery.
wanted to mourn, but he had no tears. He sat on the bed, hugging her legs with her sights set on a horizon in which he no longer believed. Roger
moved slowly down the aisle, trying to shake off its doldrums. For years he had fought against that nagging voice that lived in his head that told her child that is called consciousness, until finally he got silence.
not lacked feelings. He had always lived with jealousy, frustration, anger ... and had learned to handle them. But he was not familiar with this strange feeling that kept him from sleeping and forced him to be friendly with the new boy-toy Wallace had been a few days. He recalled the young
the cafeteria.
He had spoken of a tenacious and brave teenager, who was in love with an arrogant and selfish man, deciding to ignore those who told him the man he never would want to fight for your love, convinced he can destroy the shield under which , would know then hid the fear and loneliness. And the story
sounded too much of their own. But the similarities end soon.
Why, against all odds, these two people had fought all, they had experienced everything, including themselves, to be together. And now, Ben said as he left, the end of history was in their hands.
For a moment he wanted to be Justin Taylor, Ronald save his own darkness. But even he had the courage to Justin, and Ronald Wallace had ever possessed the integrity of Brian Kinney.
knocked lightly before entering the room, but the boy did not seem to notice him. He saw the broken phone and assumed that the boy had tried to talk to the advertiser, care of him from a distance.
Kinney was wondering if it really deserved, if I could give up his life for the artist and this was done. Surely not, thought.
the end of the day, what had served him give up everything for Wallace?.
understood what was the big difference between them. Justin was the healing of Brian, as he had become a poison in the service of Wallace. Yes, Kinney was a lucky guy.
watched in silence the boy. His face showed the concern and the accumulated fatigue, but still, it was incredibly beautiful. Coughed slightly.
- Ronald awaits us down in ten minutes .- He was surprised determination in the blue eyes looked at him.
- I'm ready.
- Is it worth it? Give up your life for it ...- off Justin smiled.
- Sometimes you have to sacrifice for what we believe. I believe in the person you want.
Roger prepared to leave, but I doubt for a moment. He turned, leaving the phone in front of a confused Justin.
- Hurry, and be careful, or this will not be for nothing.
would
eyes when the door was closed. Had pretended to sleep and, finally, had left him alone. He wondered how long it should take no sleep ... or how long he stayed, and did not know. Did not flinch when the phone started to ring, letting the answering jump. I was not sure he could speak.
- If we see you tomorrow, or ever again, never mind. It's just time.
Justin's voice sounded like an explosion in his head. Time. For years I had wanted to stop pretending that did not exist. To be forever young, always beautiful, always free.
Then came Justin, telling him that change was inevitable, but he will always be the same, they always knew that Brian amaría.Pero, over time, the blond would forget, that time will erase everything, it destroyed everything. But despite the time, by far he was, he always returned.
Hobbs, Ethan, Los Angeles, NY ... everything was back ... and Justin always came back, dispelling the darkness.
closed his eyes, trying to stop the world spinning out of control. He threw the phone on the floor, screaming his name, put his head on the pillow and wept as if wanting to take it all his life, pushing the ring against his hand. Ben
Brian watched from the doorway. He wanted to go to console those who, contrary to general opinion, had always considered the most vulnerable of his friends. But I knew that there was nothing he could do. At least, had recovered sufficiently from his soul to feel the anger and pain.
left the house, waiting the damn call did not come, wondering if anything would have served ... Ronald Wallace
happy smiling back to the attic. She loved those parties
apparently serious and boring, you were actually a hotbed of gossip and plots. He loved being the center of attention at all, showing off their luxuries and conquests.
As feared and hated, his business acumen was as well known as his lack of scruples.
attractive and intelligent, had won a scholarship to one of the best universities in the country, where he soon began to mingle with the children of the jet-set.
His ambition and audacity made him be well received by these children spoiled and bored and soon became a regular guest of the luxurious mansions, completely forgetting the family that awaited him in one of the poorest neighborhoods of the city.
Thus began to come into contact with some of the richest men and respectable country. Serious men and exemplary parents, men bored with monotony of their lives and their marriages of convenience could not resist the charms of a bright and beautiful young man, covered with a false air of innocence, men of unimpeachable morality that hesitated to give up the slightest whim so going again in his bed.
So I spend most of his student years, playing up with night entertaining children and parents.
soon took leading positions in the company of his guards, and when tired of their demands threatened to cut off the supply of their "generosity", Ronald Sabca to light his favorite weapon: blackmail.
He loved to see those distinguished gentlemen air tremble like children to him for fear of scandal.
And this fear made him climb up positions at breakneck speed until they appeared another serious and respectable businessman, wealthier than before, ready to help in their projects. Billionaire
before thirty, soon ceased to need those old rich excited by the smell of fresh blood. Attractive grabner and a way with words, always had boys willing to be blinded by her charms, special feeling for their attention, willing to drop everything to satisfy each and every one of his wishes, they were humiliating, toys that look, for be neglected and forgotten when no longer be a novelty. Meet
Brian Kinney earned her employers a totally new experience, and unpleasant.
faced a young man, intelligent and extremely attractive, one of the new business landscape personalities ... who remained completely immune to its presence, smiling indulgently when used with gestures that men more powerful than himself, rattled, no matter the position held in high society.
And if there was anything the arrogant Ronald Wallace could not bear was the indifference. Kinney knew he must have some weak point, and it will be good to find ...
And when he met Justin Taylor, knew he had found. But it was not the desire to humiliate Kinney what impelled him to act. From the moment he saw the artist, blond, beautiful and a lovely appearance of innocence, he knew he had to possess, which was to become one of his trophies. Doblegaria
willingness to Justin, and Kinney would pay for their arrogance.
grabbed the blond in the back when they entered at home, clinging to him.
- Haha, everyone was talking about us at the party ... a success .- He spoke in his ear, ignoring the gesture of repulsion of the blond-Go to get comfortable, go up right away. Smiling
haughtily, irritated eyes saw Roger at him before following the footsteps of the blond on the way to your room.
Roger was his confidant, the only person who had stayed with him for years, the only one, was convinced, would never let him.
Roger was preparing to enter his four when he felt Ron's hand on his wrist, forcing him to turn, being between the camera and the body of the older plant.
- Eh, what? - The hot breath of Wallace, the closeness of his body prevented them from thinking clearly. He shook his head back, trying to get away from his lips.
- I thought after the other night, will end the story ...- He nodded Justin's room, a couple of doors down. Ronald smiled, satisfied, gently resting her head on his assistant, sticking closer to him.
- Haha, well, the brat needs a lesson. We'll see if it is so cocky when we are in Europe.
Roger looked at him, incredulous.
- Europe?
- Yes. We're going after exposure. It's a surprise. It find out while the press. Must learn to whom it belongs now.
- Roger sighed heavily.
- never get tired, right? - I tried to breathe normally, ignoring the smell of the elderly.
- How to win? Never .- His voice became a whisper, before imprisoning her lips fiercely, his hand stroking his crotch, smiling at the incipient erection assistant, making him moan as he pressed his own against his leg. Came out of his mouth, while touching.
- Come on, Roger, he does not fuck? You're beautiful, fun money ... Go-With a brief kiss, he turned to Justin's room. Roger
his breathing was regular, ignoring the incipient swelling under his pants and swearing at Ronald.
At least, did time not invited to participate in any of their orgies, and to witness. Always the case.
He liked to see him fuck, touch him and take him to the limit ... without ever reaching the final. Supinía it was his way of making sure to always be there, waiting their turn.
tried to marshal his ideas. In two weeks, going to Europe ... as far as possible to Brian Kinney. Yes, Wallace was determined that Justin would depend on it ... He thought
Ben ... if I wanted to put an end to his story, it would be better not to think.
He sat on the bed and dialed .-
- Ben?. Roger Freeman. We need to talk ...- After an appointment with the teacher to lay on the bed, trying to ignore the gasps in the other room. He cursed again, while the zipper unzipped, started touching, slowly at first, increasing the rate while increasing the moaning, running when he heard the growl fianlñ Wallace.
continued ...
PD: Sorry, sex definitely is not mine ... write, I say.
not remember how long it took on that bed, "hours? Days? Years? ... Time does not exist. I hated the pain caused to his friends, knew I had to do something ... but his body did not exist, he did not exist.
real All we had was the gray fog that invaded his mind, moving away of reality, that was all that made sense. It was well wrapped in it, without thinking, without feeling ...
Although that was not entirely true, because it arose, at times, disjointed images: A young blonde who laughed and hugged him in the same bed, he kissed a young man threatened him with a brush full of paint, they two dancing in the street, staring blue eyes, hurt, and a man hugging them away .... a voice telling him that she no longer loved. A voice repeating "has perdidio" ...
It came the echo of those words but not understand them, not knowing if they were real. JustinJustinJustin ... was all that the fog did not erase, a word, the oft-repeated, and did not know it existed.
Something was wrong. Justin felt like bursting into rer at the absurdity of his remark, it was obvious that nothing was wrong. But in those days was the suffocating feeling that something happened to Brian, for what, in their efforts to save him, had sentenced the man she loved.
The words of his mother that afternoon did not help.
- Justin, I never got into your stuff, but we are concerned. You've been weeks without wanting to see us, you always have an excuse ... and Brian is ... God, do not even know it is, takes a full week away, without reacting to anything ....¿ what is happening, Justin? - The frantic voice of his mother made he felt chills .- has to do with that Ronald?
Justin could not help a slight smile at the "it" that, years ago, had preceded the name of Brian.
He made her promise to her mother that she would be at the show, missing for two weeks, and hung up.
The need to see her family, to see Brian, was so intense it hurt. He felt that was years away from home.
could not risk using this time the home phone, all calls were recorded. I did not know where to call, or to say. But I had to do something. could survive in spite of Brian, knowing that he had followed his life, but if anything happened ...
Returned to the room and tried to turn on the phone, thrown against the wall when the red light told him that was out of battery.
wanted to mourn, but he had no tears. He sat on the bed, hugging her legs with her sights set on a horizon in which he no longer believed. Roger
moved slowly down the aisle, trying to shake off its doldrums. For years he had fought against that nagging voice that lived in his head that told her child that is called consciousness, until finally he got silence.
not lacked feelings. He had always lived with jealousy, frustration, anger ... and had learned to handle them. But he was not familiar with this strange feeling that kept him from sleeping and forced him to be friendly with the new boy-toy Wallace had been a few days. He recalled the young
the cafeteria.
He had spoken of a tenacious and brave teenager, who was in love with an arrogant and selfish man, deciding to ignore those who told him the man he never would want to fight for your love, convinced he can destroy the shield under which , would know then hid the fear and loneliness. And the story
sounded too much of their own. But the similarities end soon.
Why, against all odds, these two people had fought all, they had experienced everything, including themselves, to be together. And now, Ben said as he left, the end of history was in their hands.
For a moment he wanted to be Justin Taylor, Ronald save his own darkness. But even he had the courage to Justin, and Ronald Wallace had ever possessed the integrity of Brian Kinney.
knocked lightly before entering the room, but the boy did not seem to notice him. He saw the broken phone and assumed that the boy had tried to talk to the advertiser, care of him from a distance.
Kinney was wondering if it really deserved, if I could give up his life for the artist and this was done. Surely not, thought.
the end of the day, what had served him give up everything for Wallace?.
understood what was the big difference between them. Justin was the healing of Brian, as he had become a poison in the service of Wallace. Yes, Kinney was a lucky guy.
watched in silence the boy. His face showed the concern and the accumulated fatigue, but still, it was incredibly beautiful. Coughed slightly.
- Ronald awaits us down in ten minutes .- He was surprised determination in the blue eyes looked at him.
- I'm ready.
- Is it worth it? Give up your life for it ...- off Justin smiled.
- Sometimes you have to sacrifice for what we believe. I believe in the person you want.
Roger prepared to leave, but I doubt for a moment. He turned, leaving the phone in front of a confused Justin.
- Hurry, and be careful, or this will not be for nothing.
would
eyes when the door was closed. Had pretended to sleep and, finally, had left him alone. He wondered how long it should take no sleep ... or how long he stayed, and did not know. Did not flinch when the phone started to ring, letting the answering jump. I was not sure he could speak.
- If we see you tomorrow, or ever again, never mind. It's just time.
Justin's voice sounded like an explosion in his head. Time. For years I had wanted to stop pretending that did not exist. To be forever young, always beautiful, always free.
Then came Justin, telling him that change was inevitable, but he will always be the same, they always knew that Brian amaría.Pero, over time, the blond would forget, that time will erase everything, it destroyed everything. But despite the time, by far he was, he always returned.
Hobbs, Ethan, Los Angeles, NY ... everything was back ... and Justin always came back, dispelling the darkness.
closed his eyes, trying to stop the world spinning out of control. He threw the phone on the floor, screaming his name, put his head on the pillow and wept as if wanting to take it all his life, pushing the ring against his hand. Ben
Brian watched from the doorway. He wanted to go to console those who, contrary to general opinion, had always considered the most vulnerable of his friends. But I knew that there was nothing he could do. At least, had recovered sufficiently from his soul to feel the anger and pain.
left the house, waiting the damn call did not come, wondering if anything would have served ... Ronald Wallace
happy smiling back to the attic. She loved those parties
apparently serious and boring, you were actually a hotbed of gossip and plots. He loved being the center of attention at all, showing off their luxuries and conquests.
As feared and hated, his business acumen was as well known as his lack of scruples.
attractive and intelligent, had won a scholarship to one of the best universities in the country, where he soon began to mingle with the children of the jet-set.
His ambition and audacity made him be well received by these children spoiled and bored and soon became a regular guest of the luxurious mansions, completely forgetting the family that awaited him in one of the poorest neighborhoods of the city.
Thus began to come into contact with some of the richest men and respectable country. Serious men and exemplary parents, men bored with monotony of their lives and their marriages of convenience could not resist the charms of a bright and beautiful young man, covered with a false air of innocence, men of unimpeachable morality that hesitated to give up the slightest whim so going again in his bed.
So I spend most of his student years, playing up with night entertaining children and parents.
soon took leading positions in the company of his guards, and when tired of their demands threatened to cut off the supply of their "generosity", Ronald Sabca to light his favorite weapon: blackmail.
He loved to see those distinguished gentlemen air tremble like children to him for fear of scandal.
And this fear made him climb up positions at breakneck speed until they appeared another serious and respectable businessman, wealthier than before, ready to help in their projects. Billionaire
before thirty, soon ceased to need those old rich excited by the smell of fresh blood. Attractive grabner and a way with words, always had boys willing to be blinded by her charms, special feeling for their attention, willing to drop everything to satisfy each and every one of his wishes, they were humiliating, toys that look, for be neglected and forgotten when no longer be a novelty. Meet
Brian Kinney earned her employers a totally new experience, and unpleasant.
faced a young man, intelligent and extremely attractive, one of the new business landscape personalities ... who remained completely immune to its presence, smiling indulgently when used with gestures that men more powerful than himself, rattled, no matter the position held in high society.
And if there was anything the arrogant Ronald Wallace could not bear was the indifference. Kinney knew he must have some weak point, and it will be good to find ...
And when he met Justin Taylor, knew he had found. But it was not the desire to humiliate Kinney what impelled him to act. From the moment he saw the artist, blond, beautiful and a lovely appearance of innocence, he knew he had to possess, which was to become one of his trophies. Doblegaria
willingness to Justin, and Kinney would pay for their arrogance.
grabbed the blond in the back when they entered at home, clinging to him.
- Haha, everyone was talking about us at the party ... a success .- He spoke in his ear, ignoring the gesture of repulsion of the blond-Go to get comfortable, go up right away. Smiling
haughtily, irritated eyes saw Roger at him before following the footsteps of the blond on the way to your room.
Roger was his confidant, the only person who had stayed with him for years, the only one, was convinced, would never let him.
Roger was preparing to enter his four when he felt Ron's hand on his wrist, forcing him to turn, being between the camera and the body of the older plant.
- Eh, what? - The hot breath of Wallace, the closeness of his body prevented them from thinking clearly. He shook his head back, trying to get away from his lips.
- I thought after the other night, will end the story ...- He nodded Justin's room, a couple of doors down. Ronald smiled, satisfied, gently resting her head on his assistant, sticking closer to him.
- Haha, well, the brat needs a lesson. We'll see if it is so cocky when we are in Europe.
Roger looked at him, incredulous.
- Europe?
- Yes. We're going after exposure. It's a surprise. It find out while the press. Must learn to whom it belongs now.
- Roger sighed heavily.
- never get tired, right? - I tried to breathe normally, ignoring the smell of the elderly.
- How to win? Never .- His voice became a whisper, before imprisoning her lips fiercely, his hand stroking his crotch, smiling at the incipient erection assistant, making him moan as he pressed his own against his leg. Came out of his mouth, while touching.
- Come on, Roger, he does not fuck? You're beautiful, fun money ... Go-With a brief kiss, he turned to Justin's room. Roger
his breathing was regular, ignoring the incipient swelling under his pants and swearing at Ronald.
At least, did time not invited to participate in any of their orgies, and to witness. Always the case.
He liked to see him fuck, touch him and take him to the limit ... without ever reaching the final. Supinía it was his way of making sure to always be there, waiting their turn.
tried to marshal his ideas. In two weeks, going to Europe ... as far as possible to Brian Kinney. Yes, Wallace was determined that Justin would depend on it ... He thought
Ben ... if I wanted to put an end to his story, it would be better not to think.
He sat on the bed and dialed .-
- Ben?. Roger Freeman. We need to talk ...- After an appointment with the teacher to lay on the bed, trying to ignore the gasps in the other room. He cursed again, while the zipper unzipped, started touching, slowly at first, increasing the rate while increasing the moaning, running when he heard the growl fianlñ Wallace.
continued ...
PD: Sorry, sex definitely is not mine ... write, I say.
0 comments:
Post a Comment