Diffrent Path

Chapter 11…

Three days later found them in the city of Florence, about to take a tour of the city’s rich art history. The two were relaxed and in a good mood. They enjoyed the city with its more sedate pace but it still had the high energy feel of a big city, offering a very varied nightlife.

They were staying in a villa borrowed from the CEO of Liberty Air. The villa was beautiful and far enough from the city center to feel like they were in the country. Since the gardens were huge they had spent a day frolicking in the sun. The other days were split between exploring the city and shopping. Also there were trips to different locations around the countryside.

Justin stood in the front hall waiting for Brian

“Come on Bri. We’re late!”

He smiled at the older man coming down the steps grumbling like a bear but the blond could see the amusement in the hazel eyes.

“Keep your pants on sunshine. It’s a personal guided tour. It will start when we get there.” Brian said as he slung his arm around Justin’s shoulder and started to lead him out the door before turning and locking and setting the alarm. There was a driver waiting for them outside.

After picking up the guide at the agency Brian and Justin talked quietly with him about what they wanted to see. Not surprisingly Justin had most to say about their tour since they were in one of the art cities of the world. Brian had more to say when they did the same thing in Rome.

The day was spent in a balance between art, architecture and history. They enjoyed the day very much since the guide was amazingly skilled at finding great places for them to enjoy. They had a picnic lunch in one of the botanical gardens around the city. Visiting the market place to buy lunch had been fun since they had found some great vintage clothes dealers.

They never stayed long at any one place wanting to see as much of the city as they could. At each location they spent a lot on art books and souvenirs for their family. They had enjoyed the evening starting at a small restaurant. Then they had gone to a small jazz festival. The music had been wonderful and they had danced the night away under the stars. They felt at home in Florence.


Brian sat on a park bench looking up at the sky. He drew a deep breath letting it out slowly. Lowering his eyes he spotted his sunshine talking with a few of the artists who were performing in the festival. The boy’s whole being shone with energy and happiness.

He looked to the side when someone sat down. It was their guide, Marco. He was a handsome man with dark eyes and hair, great body and olive skin. Brian could feel his dick twitch as he thought about fucking the man beside him. Pity the fool was straight.

“He is a beautiful boy.” Marco said with a smile. Brian looked at the man with a small,l sincere smile. His eyes were warm and content as he spoke.

“Yes he is.” With that Brian stood and walked over to Justin, enfolding the blond in his arms and kissing the tempting neck.

The people around the two smiled indulgently. They were such an emotional and beautiful couple. During the night they had spent time together, only to separate and then reconnect during the night. They were both outgoing and interesting people; the local people that were hosting the festival liked the two men.

“Come on sunshine. Let’s go back to the house…” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear. The blond turned around in Brian’s arm and gave the older man a light kiss on the lips.

“Yeah, let’s go… “

During the ride back to the house they sat in the backseat, necking like teenagers. The driver smirked as he turned up the volume on his music at a particularly enthusiastic groan. The car came to a halt in front of the house.

The driver knocked on the privacy screen. He heard the rustle of clothing being righted. So he got out of the car to open the door.

He smiled as the hazel-eyed man exited. Following him was the lush blond that had hearts pounding all over Florence - not that Mr Kinney didn’t have the same effect on every person; more like the same effect on every dick in town.

The driver smiled as the pair disappeared into the house. The blond giggling as the hazel-eyed man dragged him inside before slamming the door.

The next day was spent packing their car and cleaning up the house. They were travelling on to visit Madam Jilla Herion. They were staying at her house.

Brian was as close to giddy that Justin had ever seen him. The older man was looking forward to see his friend again. It had been about a year since he had the opportunity.

Justin on the other hand was a little nervous. The woman they were going to meet was an art legend. The woman had shown her work in New York, London, Paris and almost every larger art city in the world. He could not help being intimidated.


It was almost dinner time when they got into the car to start the drive.

Thankfully they only had an hour’s drive to Jilla’s house. The rental was a comfortable medium-sized family car. They had needed it to be sure that they would have enough room for their baggage, it had expanded quite a bit since they came to Europe, obviously to Brian’s disgust.

But the young blond’s whispering had made sure that there had not been any tantrums. The scenery they passed was spectacular during the drive south. They had stopped more then once to take pictures and just enjoy the view but they were mostly quiet, listening to music.

Turning into the drive Justin’s nerves became worse. Brian stepped out of the car before looking over at Justin who had gotten out on the other side. They were standing in front of a large villa that screamed old-world charm, with the structure showing its age by the ivy taking a firm grip on the building and refusing to let go.

It was the home of Madam Jilla Hermion; a woman who Justin had come to find out was a close friend of Brian’s.

She was also one of Europe’s hottest artists and had been for years and she would stay that way.

“Come on sunshine. She won’t bite, much…” He laughed at Justin’s slightly nervous twitch as he grabbed the younger man’s hands and pulled him toward the house.

As they came closer the door burst open and a woman in her early forties came rushing down the pathway. The woman was about the same height as Justin and dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt. She obviously wore no bra, and her hair was a flowing river of silver-blonde. It was her eyes that were most startling. They were a deep blue, so dark that they almost appeared black in certain lights. The woman jumped up into Brian’s arms, fully trusting that he would catch her. Of course, he did, and swung her around, laughing.

“Whooo, hot stuff! “ The woman grinned and claimed Brian’s lips in a heated kiss. It didn’t involve tongue but it was still intense. The two were quite involved in the kiss, so involved that Justin had to clear his throat to gain their attention.

The woman still stayed in Brian’s arms, appearing quite comfy and looked over at Justin with a beautiful smile. She looked back at Brian and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Put me down Darlin’ I want to say hi to your Cariad.. “ The brunet laughed. The sound was so free that Justin had to smile. Brian put the blond woman in his arms down and pulled Justin closer.

“Justin, I’d like you to meet, the only woman I have slept with that can make me even consider switching teams. Jilla, I would like you to meet, my partner … Justin Taylor...”

Justin looked up at Brian at his quiet words, startled by, not only the revelation that he had sex with this fireball but that he had called him his partner! Jilla laughed and embraced Justin; she kissed him gently on the lips, in greeting. Justin blushed as the older woman slipped him a little tongue!

“Oh don’t worry Sunshine; it was a long time ago… “She pulled the blond inside the house, calling to Brian. “I made up your usual room. You can bring your bags up there!”

Later that evening the three of them were seated in the lounge, Brian and Justin were curled together, when Justin asked how they had meet. Jilla told the story.

“I was living in New York at the time and I was heading home after a night in the clubs. When I go out just to dance, or to gather inspiration, I frequent the gay scene…shocking isn’t it …Brian calls me the original fag hag! “ She laughed. “Well, I was thirty three at the time, just passing this big club when Brian walks out with his trick and I felt like the wind got knocked out of me. I hadn’t painted for three months and Brian had my creative juices flowing.. not that it was all that was flowing…. I was a bit high… on E, I think. So I just walked over and asked if he would pose for me that night. I was more shocked that he agreed. He must have seen something in my eyes. Many of those who pose for me have said that I have a hunger in my eye when I paint, and they find it highly erotic.”

“I think I sketched him for like five hours before I pulled out a blank canvas to paint him. He had been jerking off and playing with himself for a lot of that time but he also slept. I think I turned one of the sketches of him when he slept into a painting. ‘Slumbering Eros’, was the title. By the time the outline of that first painting was finished, Brian was once again hard and I was in desperate need of physical release.”


”It was natural. We fucked until about midday. I hadn’t gotten the painting to a point where I could leave it before dawn. I think we spent the whole weekend in my apartment. Ever since then, he has been my muse...” She smiled gently at the dark man seated with the blond. Brian smiled back.


“Jilla was the first person who told me that the best way to get revenge is to be the biggest success you can be! I was in New York because I had just lost my job but she put me back on the right track. Thanks to her I am the man I am today, Sunshine..,.. “

Justin smiled at them both. They stayed up talking long into the night and Justin found that Jilla was a very outspoken person. As a matter of fact she made Debbie seem demure and quiet in comparison. Brian and Jilla entertained him with crazy stories of escapades that they had been on. When the first light of the new day touched the horizon Brian looked down into his lap and saw that Justin had fallen asleep. He looked up to meet Jilla’s amused gaze.

“I better get him to bed… “He stood and gently woke his blond. Leading him up to his room he gently kissed his friend goodnight.

14th of July…
They had awoken at midday and had eaten breakfast on the balcony. Brian had been amused when the two blonds had disappeared into the studio. He had gone into the city to attend a small business meeting and do some shopping.

He came back to the house five hours later and it was quiet except for music coming from the studio. He moved thru the house having posed for Jilla during more then one visit so he knew the way. He looked into the studio leaning against the doorway. Jilla and Justin were standing at a large easel and Jilla was standing behind Justin correcting his technique.

“You have a lot of raw talent Justin but you need to learn how to work more correctly. Sitting hunched over a paper pad is a lot different from standing by an easel for four hours until you have gotten down on paper close to what was in your mind.” She stepped back and watched as Justin started to sketch the outline he wanted again. “Don’t draw back your shoulders relax them and drop them a bit…”

She smiled as she saw him change his stance a bit and the lines of his pen became much more fluent.

“See it does make a big difference to be able to relax a bit.”

Justin turned to her and grinned widely as he spotted Brian. He had learned so much during this afternoon, not only about art, but also about the business and how to be an artist. He had learned about the beginner’s mistakes that he needed to look out for and the importance of the right agent.

“Hey Brian,” He put down his pen and headed over to the brunet. “How was your day? Mine’s been fabulous! I have learned so much,” He reached up to kiss Brian before continuing, “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“You’re welcome, Sunshine... “Brian smiled down at him.