Two Princes

Brian stood in the center of The Plaza’s Gazebo restaurant where the gated outdoor café had been transformed into a grand ballroom complete with a temporary lighted dance floor, crystal chandelier, and flowing fountains. As requested the white linen tables were decorated in shades of gay pride. Tony had obviously spared no expense on the lavish arrangements of fresh cut, pastel colored flowers. Mel, and Lindsey’s party favors sported similar colors, as did Vic, and Debbie’s buffet of appetizers. Brian looked up at the glass petitions that had been erected. They glistened in the moonlight giving the room an ice castle-like affect. He then walked over to the makeshift music booth where the usual band area was now set up with a Dolby surround sound system anxiously awaiting the disc jockey Brian had hired from Babylon to come, and rock the house.

Suddenly the echo of a single person applauding could be heard. Brian turned around to find Tony standing in the doorway. The stylish millionaire was decked out in a white mandarin style dinner jacket, black pleated trousers, and a textured platinum vest with matching tie courtesy of the house of Christian Dior. “Bravo, well done Mr. Kinney.” Tony said as he walked toward the well deserving recipient of his private praise.

Brian had abandoned his usual Armani fare for a Hugo Boss silky black on black tuxedo that offered a play on fabric, and textures. “Bravo back at you Mr. Massey.” Brian returned the adulation.

Tony ran his finger along the lapel of Brian’s jacket. “Very nice.” he approved.

“You look pretty dapper yourself.” Brian said.

“I guess this is what you call the quiet before the storm.” Tony scanned the tranquil room.

“Speak for yourself. The storm has been raging at my house all week.” Brian reminded him.

“Even so you didn’t let it stop you, you undauntedly persevered. I like that in a man.” Tony smiled.

Brian looked into Tony’s brown eyes. “Perseverance is all I know. I never stop until I get the job done.” he said.

“Is that right?” Tony purred. “Sit down, I have something to show you.”

Brian took a seat at one of the tables, and watched as Tony retrieved a scrolled paper from his breast pocket. The older man unrolled the diagram in front of Brian, then leaned over his shoulder. “This is a layout of the Gazebo.” Tony said. “Here is the main entrance, the rear entrance, this is one fire exit, over here is the other one. I’ve placed two plain clothes guards at the front. Two uniformed guards will be stationed at the rear, and at both fire exits.”

Brian’s pretended not to notice the oh so familiar fragrance that Tony was wearing as his eyes followed Tony’s finger across the drawing. It was the same verbena fragrance that Justin wears, but on Tony it had taken on a completely different chemistry. Brian inhaled the sensuality. “How many guards will we have all together?” he asked.

Tony’s eyes followed the pattern of Brian’s dark auburn hair, down around his sea shell ears where his signature tossed, fresh out of bed, untamed mane tonight was neatly combed back for a more sophisticated appearance. Ummm, he silently took in the essence of the fresh herbal, and sandalwood that Brian was wearing. “Ten.” Tony said. “Do you think that will be enough?”

“That sounds fine.” Brian approved.

Tony leaned over further, allowing his body to graze Brian’s shoulder as he took the seat next to him, and placed his arm along the back of Brian’s chair. “If we have to move the kids to a safe place we’ll take them into the kitchen area.” Tony pointed out on the diagram. “That way we only have the two entrances to secure until the police can arrive.”

“The police?”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Tony said. Tony’s eyes danced across Brian’s face, quickly taking in the montage of boyish, and manly features. Brian’s classic Roman nose appeared to be out of place above his pouty choir boy lips, and somehow that strong jaw line didn’t seem to match the fawn-like eyes that were framed with those forever lashes.

Brian’s eyes traced the laugh lines around Tony’s mouth, the slight dimple in his chin, and the moustache that framed his burgundy wine colored lips. Tony’s olive colored skin appeared to be flawless, causing Brian to wonder if such perfection also laid beneath those designer duds. Brian could feel an awakening in his trousers. Tony’s pheromones were raging, instinctively drawing him closer. For a moment the younger man allowed himself to lean ever so slightly into Tony’s embrace, and Tony responded with a stroke of his hand along Brian’s shoulder. “What about these glass partitions?” Brian abruptly stood up, and walked over to one of the glass panels.

“What?”

“These glass walls, how strong are they?” Brian motioned with his right hand, and casually slid his left hand into his front trouser pocket in an attempt to control his angry giant.

Tony chose not to stand right at that moment. “They’re just reinforced glass walls.” He said, as he discretely adjusted himself underneath the white linen tablecloth.

The otherwise engaged men were unaware that they had gained an audience. Justin stood silently watching their parley from the doorway of the Gazebo restaurant. “They are marvelous aren’t they?” A voice in the darkness behind him said.

The startled young man quickly glanced over his shoulder to find Vic standing there. “Vic, you scared the shit out of me.” Justin said.

Vic placed one finger to his lips. “Shhhhh. Let’s not disturb them.” he whispered. “Look at them. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? They’re like two princes. I can understand why you’re in love with them both.”

“What are you talking about?” Justin feigned innocence.

“You maybe able to fool everybody else, but you can’t fool an old queen like me.” Vic said.

Justin turned back to the two men who were now standing near one of the glass walls. Tony was pointing upward, and Brian was paying attention to whatever he was saying. “Am I that obvious?” Justin conceded.

“Only to the trained eye.” Vic placed a comforting hand on Justin’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do Vic.” Justin said. “When I’m with one, I ache for the other. I can feel their presence whenever one walks into the room. I can’t forget the feel of them, the smell of them, the taste of them, or sound of their breathing. It’s as if they’re a part of me. I adore them both, and I’d give my life for either one of them.”

Vic chuckled softly. “You’re a very lucky young man. That kind of love rarely crosses anyone’s path.” he said.

“I’m not lucky, I’m cursed. I know I can’t keep them both, but how in god’s name can I choose only one when I can’t live without the other?” Justin anguished. “Vic, please help me. How would YOU choose only one?”

“I wouldn’t choose. If I were you I would keep them both.” Vic said.

Justin turned, and looked at Vic in disbelief. “Are you crazy? How can I do that? They hate each other.” he said.

“Really? I’d take a look again if I were you princess.” Vic smiled, and walked away.

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