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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter One
Justin took a deep breath “I can do this” he thought to himself, staring at the dog-eared business card in his hand.
It had been a rough couple of weeks. After the English Professor had walked in on him jerking off Chris Hobbes in the equipment room and called his parents, his life had been in a seemingly uncontrollable spiral.
His parents kicked him out, and he’d been staying with Daphne for the past week, but her parents were pretty much ready to send him packing as well. He’d ventured to Liberty Avenue several times but never had the nerve to do anything more than stare, or gawk, depending on what he was seeing. He’d been propositioned, but had never had the nerve to follow through. He was beginning to wonder if he was even really gay, maybe he was just confused, like his father had said.
A couple of guys had pressed pieces of paper with their number on it into his hand but Chaz had actually talked to him for a few minutes, and offered him a job. When Justin saw the card he knew exactly what kind job he meant, but he also promised almost a grand a week, and that would enable him to get his own place, and save up enough to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh.
He stopped thinking, tried to shut his mind down completely as he entered what looked like a rundown warehouse.
Brian
“Bullshit, I’m not doing it?”
”Brian, this could be the best selling film of yours ever”
“With an amateur? Do I look like I fuck armatures?”
“That’s the whole point, Brian fucking Kinney, takes on the role of a lifetime.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “I’m a porn star, not an actor, stop telling me what a great role it will be, and tell me how ugly this fucking kid is?”
“We haven’t cast him yet.”
Brian stood up, naked, towel hanging around his neck, and took another swallow from his water bottle. “Why are you even talking to me about this if you haven’t even fucking cast the virgin.”
“Because there’s no shortage of virgins willing to give themselves up to you.”
Brian walked away, to roll a joint and let Chaz panic. Of course he’d do it, but it was fun to watch Chaz try not to flutter and queen out over the possibility that Brian might back out of the movie at the last minute.
Justin
Justin was surprised at how clean and well lit the inside was, and when Chaz saw him he was thrilled. In truth, he never dreamed the scared little blonde would show up, but he had hoped he would. Chaz may not be brilliant, or even smart, but he was a genius at finding couples with chemistry, and without even seeing them in a room together Chaz had a very good feeling about how this light skinned blonde boy with painfully blue eyes would play against the hazel eyed brunette who was currently giving him so much trouble.
Justin swallowed his fear and approached Chaz, who couldn’t have been nicer, more complimentary, or more enthusiastic about the new film.
“You told me I could make a thousand a week.” Justin said
“You will, we’ll be shooting for two weeks, and pay you two thousand, and if things work out, I’m sure we’ll have another project for you.
Justin nodded, trying not to let his mind race regarding what he’d have to do for that money.
I just want you to meet your co-star. Chaz had a feeling that meeting Justin may be just the thing to interest Brian in the role.
He walked Justin over to Brian's dressing room, it was hardly glamorous, in fact it was just the basics, but somehow, the basics in simple Italian designs with clean lines and no clutter made it seem all the more luxurious than a hundred velvet pillows and a thousand scented candles.
Justin stepped inside the door hesitantly to be greeted by the sight of the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
Brian was almost ready to tell Chaz he’d do it when a pair of blue eyes hit him in like a ton of bricks. He inhaled deeply, forgetting that he had a cigarette in his hand and almost coughed. Instead he grimaced, exhaled slowly and looked at Chaz. “Who the fuck is this?”
“This” Chaz replied, swirling his wrists and gesturing towards Justin like a game show hostess “Is your new co-star.”
Brian stood up, coming close to Justin, leaning into him until they were sharing air, but not touching him.
“You ever done this before?”
Justin shrugged trying to play it cool, his head was spinning “sure, lots of times.”
Brian smiled, knowing the boy was lying.
“How old are you?”
”21” Brian just looked at him, “What year were you born?”
Justin's brow furrowed for a second as he did the math 1979.
“Bullshit, you had to think about it.”
”How old are you really?”
“20”
Brian continued to stare, not backing off, and Justin could feel the heat emanating off the man, he wanted to wrap his arms around Brian's neck and pull him in for a kiss, but he was currently under interrogation from those eyes.
“19”
“What is this a missile launch?”
Justin sighed “18”
Brian smiled, really?
“17” Justin admitted defeated.
Brian walked off, calling back over his shoulder “fuck that, I’m not getting arrested and giving up my career for a anyone Chaz, not you and not that piece of blond boy ass”
Chaz glared at Justin “You couldn’t have just stopped at eighteen?”
Justin apologized, and prepared to leave, trying to figure out what to do next.
Chaz hadn’t been wrong; the chemistry between the two was palpable. He pulled his phone out of his pocket while gesturing to his assistant to stop Justin from leaving.
After Chaz had made the calls and arranged for expensive documentation proving Justin's age to be 21 and thus legal, he went over to talk to Justin, he said kind, calm soothing things and for the most part he meant them, but his real goal was simpler, get Brian popping this kid on tape and they’d make millions.
Keep this couple together for as long as it was hot, and they’d never have to work again, because he had a feeling that the chemistry there wasn’t one of those things that disappeared once they’d fucked.
Two days later, the scene had been set, and lit. It was a simple concept, cocky stud encounters young virgin under a streetlight after a debauched night of clubbing and takes him home, hot sex ensues.
They’d tape the actual “acting” parts later, the streetlamp, the dialogue, etc. He could tell that Justin was too nervous to concentrate on anything until this scene was completed. He didn’t blame the kid. Chaz and Brian had a business only relationship, and it worked well that way but there were times when Chaz, hell, when any gay man would look at Brian and think “that’d be a good time.” To lose your virginity to Brian Kinney, the fucking kid should be paying Him, Chaz thought to himself.
Justin was nervous, the platform bed for the scene was lit with blazing lights from above and there were 8 neon bars glaring against his skin making him feel even more naked, and look even paler, younger, and more vulnerable.
Brian walked onto the set, and saw them arranging the pillows, duvet, and his co-star and he was hard. That was one of the reasons he made such a good adult movie actor, he never had difficulty getting it up, the thing was, he didn’t need it up quite yet. It was the way the were arranging his hands, his arms, the way he watched the kids chest rise and fall in shallow nervous breaths. Brian promised himself he’d make sure the kid remembered this day fondly.
“We’ll put most of the dialogue in later” Chaz said, “So just talk to him in a whisper, and remember, you’re supposed to be gentle.”
Brian approached Justin, seeing his eyes widen in fear, but he refused to drop eye contact he saw Justin open his mouth, licking his pink lips, and realized that while the twink was scared, he wasn’t turned off, Brian's eyes raked down Justin's body and the evidence of Justin's arousal made him smirk.
He walked confidently towards the boy trying to ignore Chaz’s direction “good, now remember, do your thing, but take it slow, don’t hurt him and make it hot.”
Brian wanted to gag Chaz at the moment, he would “do his thing” and it would be hot, he was Brian fucking Kinney, but he wanted fuck what was the kids name….Jason. Jared…Justin… he wanted Justin to be able to lose himself as well, and as long as Chaz was yelling out directions that wasn’t gonna happen.
He leaned in to kiss Justin, his hands roaming, as he felt Justin respond, his hands roamed down Justin's body and he heard Chaz’s approval.
He leaned in close and whispered in the blondes ear, “Ignore him, ignore everything else, right now, it’s just you, and me, and this bed.” Justin closed his eyes and leaned his head back, listening to Brian's soft voice, hot in his ear, and tried to follow his directions.
Brian turned him over and Justin wanted to protest, he wasn’t ready, he was… but Brian didn’t just push himself inside the way Justin was assuming he would, instead his tongue started down Justin's back, sliding slowly down his spine, causing shivers, goose bumps and for his hard on to throb even more.
Brian swirled his tongue over Justin's back and then opened Justin up with his hands.
Justin was startled, but he heard Brian whisper, “Relax, I just want to taste you.” And Brian began to run his tongue in circles against his puckered hole and Justin's groan came from deep inside him.
It was working, Brian was aware of the cameras zooming in for the close up of his tongue fucking Justin, but Justin was aware of nothing other than the sensations Brian was creating. The boom lowered just a bit to catch the involuntary wanton moans that Brian was eliciting from Justin, and all Justin could do was arch his back and push against Brian's tongue.
When Brian finished, and gently rolled Justin over, he moved quickly to cover Justin’s body with his own, not for privacy or modestly but because he wanted to keep this kid in the world he was trying to create for him, the world where it was just them, just their bodies, no cameras no lights, no Chaz yelling supporting statements from the side.
He lifted Justin's legs on to his shoulders, describing everything he was doing.
Justin turned his head to the side, and suddenly remembered where he was, he tensed up, and Brian moved in closer, his hard cock pressing against Justin's ass. “Kid.”
No response.
“Hey kid.”
Justin's eyes seemed glued to the boom operator standing five feet from the bed.
“Justin!”
Justin turned his face back to the man who was holding his ankles.
“Just look at me”
And Justin did, staring into what could only be described by this 17-year-old boy as “the face of god.”
Brian expertly flipped the top up on the bottle of lube, and Justin yelped a little at the cold. “It’ll heat up” Brian said, a half grin on his face.
“Not…Not…”
The kid was about to say no? Brian stopped. He wasn’t into rape scenes.
“Not, you know, without ummm..” Justin blushed
“A condom?” Brian asked.
“Justin blushed again but Brian just reached across for one, (he wasn’t into risking his life to bareback it, and had never intended to do so.”
Justin was too embarrassed to look at him but he also wanted to feel what came next the pressure of Brian's erection against his ass was too hot he didn’t know how much more he could take.
Brian handed Justin the condom, wanting to pull the kid’s attention back to him, back to them, away from what was going on around the bed. Justin’s hands fumbled a little and Brian decided not to think about why he found that endearing.
When it was on he pushed against Justin.
Justin couldn’t believe he’d agreed to go through with it, but the money was too good to pass up so once Chaz got his papers in order he’d come to the studio. He’d been almost okay with everything until Brian stepped under the lights.
Justin thought he might pass out. The hot lights above him, the unbelievably hot man in front of him, and then he pulled himself back to reality, listening to Chaz’s direction and trying to follow, but it was difficult, Brian kept pulling his attention back to what he was doing to his body.
Every time he tried to focus on the crew, or the camera or Chaz Brian pulled him back, with a flick of his tongue, a husky whisper in his ear, a knowing smile, and soon Justin lost himself to Brian's words, “it’s just us, just you and me.”
Then Justin was scared, he needed the money, but he wasn’t so desperate he was willing to risk his life over it. He started to say something about it, and Brian seemed to know just what he was saying. He handed Justin the condom and Justin tried to keep his fingers from shaking as he put it on Brian. And then he felt him, pushing against his lubed ass, and Brian was right, the lube was already warming up. He was scared, this was it.
He felt Brian push a little, and listened as Brian whispered to him “relax, just relax and breathe” and he did the second part and tried desperately to relax, but ankles on a strangers shoulders, naked to the world about to be fucked for the first time, this is not a situation conducive to relaxation.
Brian pushed in further, feeling how hot and tight the kid…Justin was. He moved slowly, letting Justin get used to the feel of him inside.
“It hurts, does it always hurt?”
”A little’, Brian whispered, “but that ‘s a part of it.” He saw the pain in Justin's expression but the passion wasn’t gone, and the panic was. He pushed all the way into him and leaned his head over Justin's, kissing him deeply, trying to block Justin's view, keep his attention focused on what was happening to him.
“Look at me.” He said again “I want you to always remember this, so that no matter where you are or who you’re with, I’ll always be there”
Justin opened his eyes, blue eyes locked with hazel and Brian began to move inside Justin. Justin couldn’t focus on anything else, his hands clenched at the sheets, his body felt nothing but the need for Brian to fuck him and his mind was gone.
He felt Brian lean against his chest, folding him in half, kissing him. Justin's erection rubbed against Brian's abs as he continued his steady movements inside Justin, bringing him to the brink, and pulling back a little, only to bring him right back to the edge.
Justin was moaning, incoherently.
Chaz silently motioned to the second cameraman to focus on Brian's face, Brian was a great fuck, he wasn’t a great actor, and he was getting off on this, more than Chaz had seen him do in a long time. He leaned back, head thrown back, mouthing silent syllables as he kept up his steady rhythm with the kid, their bodies fit together perfectly, Chaz’s instincts has been right, and when the kid shot, between their chests while Brian was kissing him Chaz didn’t even complain that Brian hadn’t been paying enough attention, hadn’t pulled off the kid for the money shot. Chaz was pretty fucking sure he’d gotten the money shot, as Brian came just moments after Justin, groaning loudly and finally collapsed on top of the kid.
Justin couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, didn’t care. Brian was on top of him, their chests heaving against each other, his come gluing them together.
Eventually Brian pulled himself off of Justin, took off the condom, and threw it to the side, knowing someone would take care of it.
“Not bad kid.” he said, as he headed off to his dressing room to shower.
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