When she reached the lobby floor, it finally hit her. She wasn’t losing it at all. He was gay. No wonder she couldn’t make headway. Gus had two moms. Shit! That kid was surrounded with gays. No wonder he was strange. She was better off without them. Probably this Justin person was gay too. She walked down the street with her head high thinking she was better than they were.

Upstairs, Justin, Brian, and Gus got to work. They set out a plan to help Gus become comfortable with his gift, fit his lessons into his day, learn to paint, and also to have time for fun. Justin also set up a time to help Brian find out if he had psychic gifts. The boy was a true telepath but Brian may be more. Justin wanted to explore the possibilities. Finding out that Brian had been stopped at a very young age told him so much why Brian learned to fake who he was. He was never allowed to be himself at home. He was never allowed love or feel love as well. This grown man was forced to be someone else and never allowed to learn to be comfortable in his own skin. Luckily, Brian did not do that to Gus so Gus accepted his voices and his gift. Justin let out a sigh. He had his work cut out for him. He knew he could give Brian the gift, teach him to tap into that part of the brain but if he already had access to it in his subconscious then he would only have to teach him to bring it to his conscious state. In some ways, this was trickier. God, he wanted him but wanted him to experience the love the best way possible. He had to first learn to accept himself. Brian decided to stay and watch Gus’ first lesson about his talent.

Brian took in the exercises that Justin taught Gus. The most important lesson being to be quiet and listen to all around you, listening not just with your ears but more importantly with your mind, Brian unconsciously applied it too. Justin could tell that Brian was taking in and absorbing all that he was teaching. A smile broadened upon his face. He looked into Brian’s eyes when he felt him staring at him. What he saw was permission. Permission to be himself and permission to touch Brian’s mind. To make sure that he wasn’t just imagining it, Justin walked over to Brian and asks him in a soft whisper. “Do you want me to touch your mind?” Brian wavered. Then he said “Yes.” “Brian, I don’t think you are ready yet. The idea was just seeded. Give yourself time to decide. I said I wouldn’t do it without permission. I’ll stick by that. I can read your body language and your eyes though and I know you want it but you aren’t ready.”

”Why am I not ready?”

“Because Brian, you are still afraid of it. You have to deal with what happened in your childhood before you can accept it or yourself. I am willing to listen to you but you are a very private person and you fear others knowing you. You don’t know how to confide how you are feeling. Not to anyone and especially not to yourself. The only one you allow yourself to be free with is Gus.” Brian turned away from him. He felt vulnerable. Justin could read him completely even without reading his mind. How would he feel when he did allow him to read him? Brian got up and walked into the kitchen. He had to get away. He had to think. I could give you the gift. That is easy for me but with the little you have told me and the way you react or not outwardly act for that matter, I am not sure if giving it to you would be a plus. I think you need to bring it to life yourself or at least ready yourself for something that will change you forever. I have to teach your son to turn it off and on and to be happy whether it is off and on. I also have to teach him the ethics of its use. You on the other hand, I have to teach you to live with it. You already know how to turn it off but use it when necessary.” Justin was going to keep him on his toes so that he would have to think about it, his childhood, what it would mean to have such a gift, and if he could live with it active and its consequences both good and bad.

“Justin, you gave me a lot to think about. Maybe you are wrong. Maybe I don’t have it. Maybe it is just wishful thinking on your part. And you haven’t told me yet anything about yourself. Where you are from? What are your goals? And you said something about sex being different with you. How different could it be? Why do I trust you so easily? It is not in my nature.”

“True, but Brian you know how to read people. I am an open book to you and to others. I don’t hide my feelings or who I am on purpose, but you are right. You don’t know me. I hide what I am because most people would not accept my gift or my nationality. I do have my family who are all telepaths to talk to and I am gay though where we come from we do fuck pussy when we want offspring, but that is the only time. My family is a very tight knit group. Here we don’t have to do that. We just never think of it as being bisexual because it is rare that we do it. There are a few of us that are straight who won’t ever take the wild road but that is rare.”

“I didn’t ask how you procreate. Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you asked me about me, my nationality, and where I am from.”

“Yes. But that has nothing to do with pussy.”

“True but I am getting there. You remember looking at my art.”

“Yes. but…”

“Shh. Brian I am telling it my way. Just a second Gus is calling me. He has a question about his next assignment.” Justin walks back to where he left Gus. After helping him and talking to him about his dad, he confirms to Gus that he is coming clean. If he is to have a relationship with his father, he has to be honest.

“Okay, Brian where was I. Oh, yes. Art. Brian you believe in honesty and truth. You don’t accept anything less. Right!”

“Right. A lie is a lie even if it is a lie by omission. I don’t tolerate lies.” Brian was wondering where he was going with this.

“You want to fuck me and you are attracted to me more than just a trick.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I want very much to be your friend, your lover, and much more. I know you don’t believe in relationships but we already have one, our mutual love for Gus. Whatever else happens is icing on the cake as so many of you humans like to say. Your idioms and clichés make me laugh.” Brian’s eyes went wide and his jaw opened. Justin moved closer to Brian and with twinkling eyes took his hand and closed his jaw. “You heard right Brian. I am an alien. There are many worlds out there with humanoids. Our society believes we were transplanted from one original planet and being on other planets we evolved differently. That otherworldly art is just that, my home on another world. My whole family was picked to come here, all 5,000 of us. That is why I do believe you will be in for a treat when we do have sex. We will, you know. Brian just so you know, your planet has been frequented from several planets. Some citizens of space do actually look like the Roswell aliens.”

“Okay, if I buy into this and I am not saying I do what is your planet called?”

Justin started to fidget. It will make you laugh in unbelief. What it sounds like doesn’t mean the same here. My planet is ‘called *#@_!* or in English it would be pronounced Schmoosh. It was the year **#**# or 6969 that I left my planet. Yeah, the same number that is your code for your home. Gus told me. See, I knew you would laugh. On my planet it means pleasure. We are a very tactile, pleasuring people. Here some cultures have siestas or coffee breaks. We have pleasure breaks. At work places, there are bells for pleasure recess. Since I was a noted artist there or here, I didn’t take as many breaks as most. My art consumes me when I am creating; my sexual energy goes into my art. You haven’t seen some of those pieces. You need to see them. Actually, some of my pieces can come alive, move for those who know how to see it. My people. Humans can’t get the full effect. I believe you get more of the effect than most. I saw how you reacted when you saw just a few paintings. You felt the energy. There are more layers to sex for us as well. I would like to show you that. I have not found a mate since I came here. Most humans wouldn’t be able to handle the truth or the experience. I knew you could.”

“Look Justin, I don’t know what I believe. I don’t know if I should believe you. It is a hell of a tale. Why don’t you say goodbye to Gus and he will see you tomorrow.”

“You still want me to teach him?” Justin had been afraid that he would lose Brian once he told but he was certain if he didn’t, especially if things went the way he wanted and some of his other abilities would become evident.

“Yeah. You know about telepathy. That much I am certain and besides I let Mandy go.” Justin nodded and went to say goodbye to Gus. “I’ll check your work out tomorrow. Brian is overwhelmed. He needs me to go. Help him accept the truth Gus.” “I will.” The two were conspiratorial about Brian. Justin felt hope. All was not lost.

Brian let Justin out and locked the door. “Note to self, change the code,” he mumbled under his breath.