Eye of the Beholder

Part 2

Brian ran a hand through his hair. "I thought there was something odd. When he was painting it didn't look like he was actually staring at what he was painting. Of course that explains why I haven't been getting any eye contact from him. How did it happen?"

"I'll let him tell you that."

"So he's definitely available?"

"He definitely is."

"Thanks for your time, this helps."

Brian went to the gym to work out and think things through. With the new information he had he realized it changed things slightly but he was up for the challenge. He was always up.


Brian had just stepped out of the shower when he heard a knock at the door. He slung a towel around his waist and answered the door. Brian was surprised to see Justin's smiling face. He didn't fail to notice that he had his white cane with him and dark glasses were perched on top of his head.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure."

Brian stepped aside and watched Justin navigate his way across the room. He sat on the bed.

"If you're not doing anything I thought we could go for a walk," Justin asked.

"Ok, just let me put some clothes on."

Justin smiled "you're naked?"

Brian smirked "no, I'm only wearing a towel." He let the towel purposely drop to the floor. "Now I'm naked."

Justin groaned and stretched out on the bed. "Of all the times to be blind it has to be now."

"You can't see even a little?"

Justin shook his head. "Nope, I'm totally blind."

"How long have you been blind?"

"Two years, recently. I wasn't always blind."

Justin shifted slightly to accommodate his growing erection. Knowing that Brian was in the room with him naked was a turn on. He listened as Brian dressed. The rustle of clothes was an even bigger turn on.

"Sorry I didn't tell you before. It's just kind of hard to work into a conversation. Like oh by the way I'm blind. Plus there's always the pity factor which I don't want or need."

"I understand." Brian walked over to him. "I'm ready when you are."

Justin collapsed his cane and stuffed it in his back pocket and reached out for Brian's arm. They walked through the lobby and out of the resort. Justin lowered his glasses, he seemed to know where he was going Brian was following him. Brian didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with Justin holding on to him. He was never a public display of affections kind of guy but as they walked along he liked the feel of Justin's hand on his bicep. At a stop light Brian took his hand and held it, interlacing their fingers. He caught Justin smiling at the gesture. Justin's smaller hand felt good in his. It was warm, soft and a perfect fit to his own. Brian didn't want to pry but he wanted to know more about Justin. Somehow he knew Justin was much more than a one time fuck.

"So can I ask how it happened? You don't have to tell me if it's too personal."

"No, that's ok. I'll tell you. I don't tell a lot of people though. It was two years ago, I was seventeen and I just came out. My parents didn't take it well. It took my mom some getting use to it. My dad well he pretty much disowned me, divorced my mom and left. I was walking home one night when I got bashed. This guy I went to school with hit me in the head with a baseball bat. Obviously someone found me and got help. I was in a coma for twelve days and when I woke up I couldn't see."

"I hope the bastard that did this was put away."

Justin shook his head sadly. "Nope, he only got five hundred hours of community service."

"What the fuck he should be rotting in jail. You could have died."

"But I didn't. I try not to think about Chris it's to upsetting. I was a really good artist. He took away my ability to draw. I wasn't totally honest with you. The reason I don't use brushes is with my fingers I can feel where the edges of the canvas are, with brushes I tend to go off the edges. The only art I do now is abstract painting. People can see what they want to see in my paintings."

"They're really good. I have a friend who's an artist."

Justin squeezed his hand. "Enough about me tell me about you. How old are you any way?"

"I'm twenty nine. I'm from Pittsburgh. I just made partner at the Vanguard advertising agency."

"Wow! Aren't you kind of young to have made partner already?"

"Awe aren't you sweet." Brian leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Yes, I'm the youngest to have made partner but I worked very hard for it and I'm damn good at what I do."

Justin tentatively asked, "is there anyone home waiting for you?"

"If you mean do I have a boyfriend, no. I don't do boyfriends. I live alone."

"Oh." Justin thought this through and wondered if he even had a shot with Brian at all. "I guess we should head back now."

They turned around and headed back to the resort.

"Hey when do I get to meet Logan?"

Justin broke out into a smile. "You want to meet my dog?"


"He's back at the resort. He's more of a sleeping eye dog than a seeing one. I take him to work with me then he just lounges around in the break room. I can get around the resort without him. I told him all about you and he wants to meet you too."

Brian couldn't keep the grin from his voice. "You told your dog about me?"

"Oh yeah, Logan is a sucker for gossip and he likes to be involved in my love life or lack there of. He's been hounding me to introduce you to him." Justin giggled at his own little joke. "Don't mind me I'm just being silly."

Justin led him through the resort to the break room. He let go of Brian's hand and walked several paces forward. Brian could see that the dog was asleep in his basket.

"Logan, come." Justin said in an authortive voice.

The dog came immediately right to Justin. Justin knelt in front of him ruffling his ears. "Good boy Logan. Logan this is Brian, you remember the one I told you about."

Brian walked over to them. He squatted down and held out his hand for Logan to sniff. The dog sniffed him and gave his hand a lick. Brian took that as a good sign and pet the dog's head. Brian yelped as the dog nosed at his crotch.

Justin laughed. "Let me guess he went for the crotch?"


"Logan is a big perv, actually he thinks he's doing me a favor by checking out the goods. I think he really likes you."

"I'm glad I get the seal of approval. Well it was nice to meet you Logan." He cupped Justin's face in his hand; he brushed his thumb along his jaw. "I'm looking forward to another of your massages tomorrow."

Justin leaned into Brian's hand, "me too."

After Brian left Justin turned to Logan. "Ok, spill how big was it?"


"That big huh."


Brian enjoyed Justin's talented fingers making their way up and down his body. He felt so relaxed in Justin's presence. The best part was he could lay there and look at him all he liked without Justin knowing.

"Do you like what you do?"

Justin shrugged, "sure although some clients are better than others."

Justin ran his hand up Brian's thigh and gave it a squeeze. Brian groaned under his breath. He could feel another cold shower coming on. It was like Justin read his mind.

"Since you're a client I'm not allowed to sleep with you." Brian was blinded by the brilliance of Justin's smile. "That's why I'm inviting you to dinner at my place."

Brian grinned "Sounds like a plan."

The little timer dinged. His time with Justin was once again over. Brian grabbed Justin by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Justin's lips parted so he could explore his mouth. Justin tasted as sweet as spun sugar.

When Brian pulled away he whispered, "Later."

Justin was left standing there with a raging hard on and wanting this man like he never knew.


As Brian was dressing for dinner with Justin his cell phone rang. He froze closing his eyes and cursing. Only Cynthia knew where he was and she knew not to call unless it was an extreme emergency.

"Cynthia this is a very bad time. How bad is it?"

"Brian I'm so sorry to do this to you but you need to get back here right away."

"Why is the building on fire?" He asked sarcastically.

"Worse the agency is going to be sued if you don't get back here and fix it."

"What the fuck happened? I've only been gone a couple days."

"One of the models we used was under contract with someone else. We have to pull all the add layouts and replace them fast."

"Fine, I'm coming back but as soon as this shit gets straightened out nothing is stopping me from coming back here."

"Yes boss."

"I had very special plans tonight Cyn."

"I'm sure you did and if I could fix all this mess myself I would have."

"I'll be on the next flight out."

Brian threw the cell phone on the bed. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He hoped Justin would understand. He wanted to spend time with him more than anything in the world. Brian felt better just being near the boy, he had a calming effect on him. Brian began throwing clothes in his suitcase. He'd have to call Justin from the air port.


Justin was stirring the vegetables in the pan when the phone rang. He felt along the counter till he found it.

"Hey Brian, what time are you coming? The food's almost done."

"Angel, I'm not coming I have to go back to the office. Someone royally fucked up and I have to fix it. If I had a choice I'd say fuck it and be there in fifteen minutes but I can't."

Justin kept his voice even. "I understand. You had to go back sometime anyway. It's just sooner than we expected."

"I have to go. Please don't be upset."

"I said I understand and I do."

Justin hung up the phone and leaned against the counter. He angrily brushed away the tears that couldn't seem to stop falling.

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