"Muse?" Remy puzzled at the word. "Well, muse, or not, you didn't have a right to hang those images."

He hadn't let that go yet. Remy wanted them down, destroyed even. All the same, feelings he had at the art gallery rising in him again, and Jackson could see it building.

"You're right. I should have asked for permission. Which I was going to do, but I knew you would have said no." Sighing, "I was hoping to catch you as you walked in, but you slipped by me."

The two images were part of an incomplete installment he was working on. There was a third space on the wall that remained empty. Jackson has yet to capture that image of Remy to complete the overall message he wanted to convey with them.

"So you knew I wouldn't like it, and yet you still went ahead with it anyway." Remy shaking his head, once again trying to push Jackson out of his way. He didn't want to talk about this anymore.

"Jumping back to the blow job. It was great, by the way." Jackson changed the subject, "Best blow job even. First by a man, so not sure if it's fair to compare it to a woman's but then again, what's gender these days."

Jackson had enjoyed himself. Even if it all happened quickly, thinking about it now stirred excitement in him. He's wondered several times since then what might have happened if Emily hadn't come to check on him.

"See straight taken men." Remy, noting his weakness again.

"And I'm single. Emily calls everyone baby." Jackson assumed that's who Remy was implying when he said relationship. "She's my assistant at the gallery, nothing more. As for straight, you got me questioning that now."

He laughed, finding an amusement about the whole thing that Remy didn't seem to get. Shaking his head a little, "We're still new to each other, so let's just say I'm a very open-minded person."

"Well, that's good for you. Now can I have my jacket so I can leave?"

Jackson took a page from Remy's book, pushing himself hard against Remy, meeting his lips with his own, kissing him for as long as Remy let him before he pushed him away, and took a step back.

"Stop. The first time was already a mistake. I don't need more added to it."

"I don't think it was a mistake." Commented Jackson, meaning what he said.

"Well, I don't care what you think."

Remy speaking out of anger, recalling what happened the last time he did that, bringing tears to his eyes.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He yelled, "When will it stop? When will it all just fucking stop?"

Jackson felt for Remy. He was going through something so heavy, and he didn't know what he could do for him to ease his pain. It would help if he knew exactly what happened, but he knew Remy wasn't ready to let that go. Not yet anyways. He needed time. Placing his arms around him lightly at first not sure if Remy would welcome the touch. Holding him tighter as he felt Remy press into him.

"Breath through it," Jackson commented, taking a breath himself.

This time Remy followed in suit, taking deep breaths till he got a hold of himself again. Everything was on the edge for him. One little slip, and he explodes. Unable to hold it all back, everything wanting to rush out of him all at once. His pain, crying out for attention. His anger, wanting to hurt something or someone. Torn in what feelings he should be feeling, which to express, which to hold back. It was just too much for him to handle alone, but that's what he was, alone.