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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Twelve
Brian returned to the studio ready to shoot the new script. He made Justin promise to answer the phone when he called, and Justin had agreed sleepily. It was only six am when Brian left the loft.
Justin turned over after Brian left, falling back to sleep, inhaling deeply the scent of their previous night together and trying to block from his mind the things that Brian was now doing to someone else for the new film.
They’d read the script together, it was about a successful businessman who didn’t know he was gay until he got really drunk and fucked a client. After that the man couldn’t repress his urgent desire for sex and fucked every man he met. It wasn’t a good plot, but people did not buy the movies for their strong character development so it would do as a vehicle for Brian to fuck a bunch of different guys in a bunch of different ways.
Justin was still too bruised and sore to do much of anything. Once he was fully awake it was almost one in the afternoon. The phone rang as he was about to pee. He answered, still a little groggy.
“Hi.”
“Brian.”
“How are you feeling?”
”Tired, I just woke up, stupid doctor, stupid pain pills.”
“Yeah well you need them, but don’t overdo it, no more than fifteen minutes on your feet at a time.”
“The doctor said I could go as long as an hour.”
“The doctor said no more than half an hour, and I’m saying no more than 15 minutes.”
“Fine, but I’m bored, I want to go out.”
“Not today, but I’ll be home early, what do you want me to bring home for dinner?”
“Groceries, I can’t eat take out one more day.”
Brian laughed, “Fine, I’ll stop at the market on the way home.”
Justin tried to ignore how his heart felt when Brian called it home, for some reason he felt included in the equation, but he knew he was reading far too much into it.
“Hey, you still with me?”
”What?”
”You stopped talking, I said what do you want me to pick up?”
”Oh, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, maybe some honey.”
Brian laughed again…”I meant for dinner, you’re talking about dessert.”
“No, I’m talking about an appetizer.”
“Fine, I’ll pick up something, see you later.”
“Later.”
Justin turned his attention back to the classifieds, and realized they didn’t have what he was looking for so he booted up Brian's computer and went online, searching likely websites for roommate opportunities and job opportunities out of town. If he stayed with Brian until his birthday he could save his money. He may not have enough yet for first last and security but he could probably make it on his own for a few days until he found a job that would cover the costs. He logged on to train and bus information, comparing the costs to plane fare, trying to decide how far he could get and where he could go to maximize his income.
By four he was bored, pacing the loft, ignoring his crutches completely and limping only slightly. He stared out the window and decided he had to get out. He showered and pulled on some clean clothes, grabbing his crutches he headed towards the door. He was about to pull it open when it slid open from the other side. Brian was standing directly in front of him juggling three grocery bags.
“Going somewhere?” Brian noticed the freshly showered and dressed look the boy was sporting as well as his backpack.
“Um, I figured I’d save you the trouble of shopping, I was gonna go to the market.”
Brian raised an eyebrow and pushed past him dropping the bags on the counter. “The market is too far for you to walk when you’re supposed to be resting.”
“I was gonna take a cab.”
Brian sighed. “Now you don’t have to.”
Justin headed over to the kitchen and leaned his crutches against the wall as he tried to help put the food away. Brian shook his head, “sit down, you’re not supposed to be up, and especially not without your crutches.”
Justin scowled but sat on one of the stools and watched as Brian emptied the bags. He mentally took stock of what Brian had purchased, and smiled when he saw that he had bought whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
“I’ve got to get a shower.” Brian said.
“I’ll get dinner started.”
“Nothing with too long a prep time, and here.” Brian moved one of the stools into the kitchen space, “Now you can chop or sauté or whatever without having to stand on one leg.”
Justin smiled his appreciation and took out the chicken Brian had purchased. He made something quick and easy, chicken with white wine and lemon juice over rice. It was almost done by the time Brian came back to the kitchen, water running off of his body a little, wrapped only in a towel.
Justin smiled broadly, and then licked his lips at the sight in front of him; Brian's hair was wet and spiky, his body still glistering with water droplets, his strong legs disappearing under the towel. Justin slipped off the stool and walked towards him, mesmerized.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Justin stopped confused.
“No walking on your bad ankle.”
Justin smiled wickedly as he dropped to his knees, and slowly crawled across the floor to Brian.
Brian laughed, and Justin said nothing as he pulled Brian's towel off with a single tug. He buried his nose into the scent of him, clean and musky. He pulled Brian closer his small hands on the dimples just above Brian's well-shaped ass, taking his entire dick into his mouth at once, and then letting go of Brian's hips, allowing the man to fuck his face as he used his tongue and throat to please him.
Brian threw his head back; he hadn’t been in the mood for this when he left the studio. He’d had four or five guys already today, some of them even somewhat talented. Between those men and going to the grocery store, something Brian found painfully domestic, fucking was the last thing on his mind when he’d gotten home. That all changed when Justin dropped to his knees.
Okay, Brian admitted to himself, that all changed when Justin looked at him when he opened the door, but he wasn’t going to push the issue. With Justin taking the initiative like this though how could any sane man resist?
He felt himself about to come, and Justin apparently noticed it too, his hands moved to cradle his sack, squeezing lightly, as his mouth moved just to the head of his cock, sucking hard, pressing his tongue down on the slit almost too hard, making Brian gasp, and then he shot, as Justin swallowed streams of thick come. Brian almost collapsed into the chair and Justin stood up, getting two plates together for dinner.
Brian realizing the kid couldn’t bring the food to the table and use his crutches stood up and carried the plates himself, as Justin hobbled with the half empty bottle of white wine under his arm.
Brian went back to get glasses and silverware and they ate in companionable silence.
Justin didn’t want to talk, he was tired of being ordered around like a baby because of his ankle, and he was tired of Brian fucking him carefully like he was a fragile china doll.
Brian had just heard enough noise and talking on the set to last him the day, so they both ate without speaking, each lost in their own thoughts.
The evening passed in much the same way as the meal itself. Brian flipped through television channels, never stopping on anything specific and Justin did a little more research online carefully clearing the cache before turning off the machine. He wasn’t sure how vigilant Brian might be with this whole protective vibe thing but he wasn’t going to risk his plans being altered because he’d left too many telltale sites in the browser history. Eventually he gave in to the throbbing in his ankle and the dull ache of his ribs and took two pain pills.
He used his crutches to get to the bedroom because he just didn’t feel like hearing anymore about it.
Brian waited for Justin to go to bed before he turned the computer back on, he checked his email and then out of curiosity checked the browser history, it was empty. He shrugged, the kid was either hiding something, or more likely, was so used to protecting his privacy at home or on school computers cleared it out of habit. He yawned and stretched, realizing he was more tired than he’d thought.
As soon as he slipped between the sheets Justin rolled over and threw an arm across his chest. He sighed and closed his eyes. He was asleep within minutes.
The rest of the week went similarly. Justin feeling cooped up and groggy from the pain medication, Brian returning home tired and in need of quiet. Justin seemed to sense his need though and while they still fucked almost every night, they talked very little, both lost in their own thoughts, but neither uncomfortable with the silence or the company.
On Friday Justin had his second appointment with the doctor. He insisted he could go on his own but Brian insisted even more adamantly that he was going as well.
They both had the same reasons for their reaction. Justin didn’t want Brian to know what the doctor said; he wanted to convince the man that he was fine and able to move about freely. Brian didn’t want Justin to lie about what the doctor said just so he could move about freely and so they went together.
This time the doctor seemed less suspicious of Brian. His obvious protectiveness of the boy seemed to stem from genuine concern, not a need to control, and Justin was clearly comfortable around the older man except when it came to orders regarding his recovery. He wanted to be back on his feet, and refused to hear that he was anything other than in perfect health. The doctor wasn’t so sure.
His ankle was healing nicely, and his ribs were beginning to knit, but it would still be at least two weeks before he could stop wearing the brace. Only one finger remained in a splint, and that was only for another week or so.
His bruises had faded, they were mostly yellow and green smudges now, and no permanent damage seemed to have been done.
The doctor warned Justin about overdoing it, and reminded him that the brace stayed on until further notice. Justin nodded and Brian seemed to be trying to memorize the instructions. He also offered to write another prescription for pain but Justin adamantly refused, he complained of being groggy and fuzzy headed when medicated. The doctor wrote the scrip anyway, telling him to take them only if he really needed them but that it was safer to have them at hand than to find himself in real pain without them.
Justin nodded and the two left the office.
“Thank god I finally got rid of those crutches.”
“Yeah but not the braces, you still have to wear the one on your ribs and the one on your ankle.”
“I know. I was there.”
Brian nodded. He was unhappy. He knew he should be relieved that in a week the boy would be 18 and that he was healing well. All he felt was a sense of impending loss. Once he was healed, once he was legal, there would be no way for him to keep the kid in the loft, and no reason for the kid to want to stay. He tried not to think about what had happened each time he’d taken his eyes off the blonde since he’d met him, but the sickening possibilities flashed unbidden.
“Lunch?”
”Yeah but not the diner.”
“You don’t like my friends?”
”They’re fine, but I want to go somewhere with lots of people, I’ve been stuck in the fucking loft for two goddamn weeks. I NEED TO BE OUT!”
Brian laughed, “Where do you want to go?”
”The mall, and then tonight, Babylon… I mean, a club.”
Brian nodded understanding why he might not be ready to return to Babylon as a patron after his experience as an employee.
“The mall huh?”
”Yeah, they have a decent art supply store, and my sketchbook is almost full, and I need to feel like there’s someone else in the world besides you and me.”
Brian understood. He left everyday and went to work and the kid sat there in the loft with nothing to do but watch TV and sketch. “The mall.”
Justin smiled broadly and kissed Brian who put his hand on the back of Justin's neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. It was several minutes before their hands stopped roaming and they separated and went to the respective sides of the jeep. Brian turned the car around and pointed it towards the mall.
“Fine but nothing from old navy.”
Justin harrumphed.
They were walking through the mall towards the art supply store, Justin just glad to be out of the house, and Brian just happy to see the blonde smiling when they heard someone calling for him.
“Justin.”
Justin froze.
“Justin.”
Brian looked up to see a blonde woman walking towards them smiling.
Justin turned around, looking like he was ready to run, his eyes wide.
“Justin, honey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Mom.” Justin said it quietly and Brian took a small step putting himself between the kid and his mother.
Justin started to walk in the other direction as his mothers steps quickened but he wasn’t quick enough, his ankle still in a brace his body still a little sore. His mother was standing in front of him now.
Brian put his arm around Justin protectively, saying nothing.
“Justin, where have you been, I’ve tried to call but…”
“I blocked your number.”
“Honey…” she reached out to touch his face and he flinched away.
Brian pulled him closer and began to walk.
“Justin stop.”
Justin did.
“Honey, I know things got out of hand, but…”
Brian couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “Out of hand?” he spat the words. “Broken ribs, a concussion, Christ, if that’s what you call out of hand I’d hate to see what you would actually classify as abuse.”
Jennifer shrank back a little from the anger in the man’s eyes and his words.
“You don’t understand, Justin and his father have things to work out but…”
Brian cut her off again. “But nothing, I’ve seen the way his father likes to ‘work things out’ I think they’ve said all they have to say to each other.”
Jennifer was angry now. “Who the hell are you to tell me what my son and my husband will or won’t talk about. I’m his mother.”
Brian’s look was cold and he was fighting the urge to push this woman aside, hard. “Some mother.” Was all he said, pulling Justin with him as he tried to side step her.
Justin watched the confrontation between the two with rising fear, he was afraid of what Brian might do, but he was also afraid of what his mother might do, or say. What if she wanted him to come home? He couldn’t go. He wouldn’t go. He’d run first, where no one could find him. He felt Brian pulling him, guiding him away and he followed but he looked back at his mom, she looked as if she’d be struck. He stopped and his eyes locked with his mothers.
Brian felt Justin's resistance the moment he stopped and he saw the two looking at each other, he wanted to pull the kid away, to keep him from getting tangled back into the drama of his family but he couldn’t force him to do it, he could only guide him.
“Mommy.” Justin said.
Jennifer approached cautiously, not touching Justin, simply moving closer to the son she’d thought she lost. “Justin.”
There were tears in his eyes. “Mommy I’m sorry.”
Brian wanted to scream at him, instead he clenched his jaw. Why was he apologizing to her?
“No, honey, I’m sorry, I should have realized, I should have stopped him faster, I’m so sorry honey, I really want you to come home.”
Justin’s entire body stiffened, Brian pulled him a little closer, hoping his mother couldn’t convince him to return again. She’d done it before, and Justin had a pretty good idea of what to expect that time. Would he make the same mistake?
Brian’s relationship with his parents had been easier to sever. It had been difficult at times to accept that his mother didn’t care enough and his father didn’t care at all but Justin didn’t have that luxury. Two months ago his parents were loving, attentive and accepting, it took more than a few bruises to let go of that.
“I can’t.” he heard Justin say quietly.
“Honey, I won’t let him…”
”You can’t stop him, and he won’t stop, not unless I pretend to be something else. I’m…” Justin took a deep breath trying to calm himself. “I’m not going with you, I’m staying with Brian.”
Jennifer looked up, turning her full attention for the first time since seeing her son to the man standing next to him. He was tall, attractive, and quite a bit older than Justin and bile rose in her throat as she thought about what this older man might be doing to her baby. His stance, his entire demeanor was protective, possessive. Is that what Justin was to him, a possession. She wasn’t completely naďve, she knew what could happen to a kid on the streets, and maybe he was better off with someone who… She shook her head at the thought. Justin, her baby was NOT better off being some little toy for a grown man. “Justin you can stay with grandma, or maybe with your cousin in New York, but honey, you can’t just…”
Justin stopped her. “I’m not gonna be shipped off like some dirty secret. I’m fine, I’m on my own and I’m taking care of myself.”
“But you’re not on your own your with this…she fluttered her hand at Brian…Man.”
“He’s helping me, but only for a little while longer, until I’m healed. Then I’ll be 18 and no one can tell me what to do.”
Neither Jennifer nor Brian particularly liked the idea but Brian knew he had more control of the situation than Jennifer did, he also knew that he could protect Justin, or at least would if the need arose, he couldn’t say as much for the woman who’d allowed her son to be so badly hurt while she stood and did nothing.
“We’re leaving now.” Brian said, pulling Justin away.
”Justin, call me please, on my cell, you won’t have to talk to daddy.”
Justin nodded and allowed Brian to lead him out of the mall and back into the jeep. Neither said anything for a few moments.
“I’m sorry.” Justin said.
“For what?”
”For what my mom thinks, for what she said about you.”
“She didn’t say much.”
”Yeah but she thinks that you’re, you know, using me.”
“Well, let her think what she wants to, we both know the truth.”
Justin nodded.
“So why don’t we stop at the art supply store in town, get you a sketch pad and then we’ll grab lunch somewhere that no one can find us.”
Justin nodded again and Brian pulled out of the parking lot.
They were both silent. Brian had said, “We both know the truth.” And as Justin tried to figure it out, he realized that he didn’t have a clue what the truth regarding their relationship was.
Brian was concentrating on driving, and pretending that he knew what the truth of their relationship was, because if he admitted that what appeared to be the truth was far from what he wanted he would have to admit to a lot of things he just wasn’t ready for.
The art supply store in the city was well stocked and Justin could have spent hours simply poring over the options but he kept himself as focused as possible, picking up a couple of sketch pads and a few more drawing pencils. He saw a set of pastels he would love but the cost would cut into his savings too much, he needed to move on soon, and travel light.
Brian saw him eyeing the pastels and picked up the package adding it to the pile on the counter as the clerk was ringing up the other items. Justin looked up quickly but Brian simply pulled out a credit card and paid the bill.
Once the items were bagged and they were back in the jeep Justin started to say something. Brian held his hand up, “your stuff is pretty damn good, you’ve got some talent, consider it my support of the arts.”
Justin smiled, it was a small gesture but after his run in with his mother, it meant more to him than it probably should.
Brian took them to an out of the way little Japanese place where Justin discovered, after much cajoling that he LOVED sushi. Brian laughed, watching the kid discover the finer arts of good sushi. He marveled at the light that had seemed to return to his eyes after the encounter with his bitch of a mom. He was just glad to see him happy.
They returned to the loft and Justin immediately tore into the new set of pastels, he had sketched Brian a thousand times it seems but he wanted to capture the color of his eyes, the flush of his skin when it was glistening with a sheen of sweat. The amazing deep color of his lips. The way his tongue was the most enticing pink when it was running down Justin's body, the dark angry red that his cock would turn when Justin would tease him for too long. He began his work with a passion he hadn’t felt in a while.
Brian watched him as his tongue stuck out a little, he was in deep concentration absolutely adorable, and unbelievably sexy.
He tried to ignore him for a while but his eyes kept glancing towards the corner of the loft that Justin had determined got the best light. Finally, he walked over, taking the pad out of Justin's hand, and removing the pastel from his grip. He took both his hands, and lifted him up to a standing position kissing him deeply.
“Mmmmmm”
Brian kissed him again
“Brian?”
”Yes?”
”I want you to fuck me.”
“I was going to.”
“No, I mean, hard, you’ve been so careful, I’m not gonna break, I promise.”
“Careful?” Brian raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah you know, it’s not that I don’t like…”Justin began to blush
“You’re still hurt, your ribs are still healing.”
“But…”
Brian led him to the bed. “Want to play a game?”
Justin smiled, “always.
“Okay, be a good little boy, and take off all your clothes.”
Justin did as he was instructed.
Brian pushed him back on the bed, and lay him on his back, spread-eagled.
“I’ll tell you what…”
he walked away from the bed and Justin sat up…
“Nope, lay back down.” Brian dangled the black restraints he’s retrieved over Justin who immediately lay back allowing Brian to secure him, arms and legs to the bed. He felt so open, so…naked. It was stupid, he knew, he’d been naked a hundred times in front of Brian but with each arm and each leg tied to a corner of the bed, he knew that he had no control, and the thought made him harder.
Brian lay his body over Justin's, rubbing their erections against each other as he kissed the blonde who lay so wantonly, smiling up at him on the bed.
He was careful not to allow the kids back to arch too much, to have connected the restraint above the damage on his ankle, he couldn’t hurt himself. Brian reached down, tying a leather restraint onto Justin's cock, running the leather down between his balls, constricting them so that he couldn’t come until Brian released him.
He saw the boy’s eyes open with surprise, and he touched the head of his leaking cock, and heard him moan. Brian smiled again. Then moved his head down to lick at the boys nipples, nibbling and biting at them, but stopping each time Justin arched further off the bed, he wouldn’t allow him to hurt his ribs, his brace was still on, and it was the hottest thing Brian had ever seen.
His pale skin, the black brace, his body spread wide, and obviously wanting. Brian pulled out the last toy in his arsenal and attached a soft but tight clip to each of Justin’s nipples. The clamps were attached by a thin chain and when Brian tugged lightly the boy moaned even louder.
“Do you like that?”
Justin nodded, at a loss for words.
“I thought you might.”
Brian lay beside him, “You’re tired of gentle huh?”
Justin made a small noise that Brian couldn’t decipher as he gently ran his hands along Justin's body, doing nothing more than moving in small circles with his fingers around the clamps on his nipples, occasionally running a hand between his thighs. Sometimes he’d stop and run his full palm along Justin's erection, eliciting a higher pitched whimper.
Eventually Brian's tongue followed the path he’d trailed with his fingers. Kissing down his belly, across his chest. Nibbling at his neck and ears, licking at his inner thighs. Stroking his body while his lips played with the head of the blondes cock, holding his body down, allowing him to react only in sound, not action.
Eventually Brian lowered his head and lifted Justin's hip, sucking a finger and pushing it into him. Justin let out a low moan and Brian felt him tense up against the intrusion and then welcome it, trying to pull it deeper into himself.
He smiled and inserted another finger, crooking it just a bit to make the experience more pleasurable. He added a third finger and tapped it lightly against his prostate making the kid howl. He knew it was almost torture, and that Justin wanted to come, but he wasn’t ready to allow that yet.
He pulled a soft leather cat o’ nine out. It wasn’t designed for pain or damage, it was too soft. Justin's eyes were wide as Brian stroked the leather strands against his hard on, and across his thighs. He lifted it and slapped slightly at Justin's cock and he moaned. Brian was desperate to come himself but he continued to hold back, simply enjoying the slow gentle torture of this man/child. His face contorted with agony, and then moments later, wide eyed with need and pleasure too deep for words or sounds now.
Brian continued to lightly stroke and whip the boy’s body, until finally Justin forced himself to find words.
“Brian please, I need it.”
”What?”
”You, I need you inside me.”
Brian leaned back down, inserting a finger again “like this.”
Justin writhed, “NO, MORE! I need MORE!”
Brian smiled and added another finger…”like this?” he asked innocently.
Justin wriggled against his fingers, “Fuck me please.”
Brian laughed, and put his face between Justin's legs, lathing his balls with his tongue, and then lifting up his hips just enough to flit his tongue across Justin's pink hole.
“Brian.” It was a whine. “Please.”
Brian narrowed his tongue and thrust it into Justin, mercilessly tongue fucking him while the boy lowered his hips down onto the appendage, trying to get more, trying to get release. He was desperate.
Justin didn’t know how much more he could take, had it been days or merely hours that Brian had be torturing him like this, slowly, determinedly, thoroughly. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t on fire, his cock was painfully hard, and each time Brian brought his tongue or finger along the slit he felt himself bucking and jerking but to no avail.
Brian eventually removed his tongue from Justin's ass, and took his entire cock down his throat. Justin thought he might die. The harness Brian had put him in was now painfully tight, he needed to come and Brian wouldn’t let him. He was crying.
Brian looked up, saw the tears of frustration run down Justin's face and licked one from his check up to his eye where he ended it with a gentle kiss on his eyelids.
“Do you want to come little one?”
”Please.”
“Do you need to come?”
”I need it.”
Brian nodded and lowered himself again, he took the leather cat he’d been using and once again ran it along the boys aching hard on, then he added a tiny amount of lube to the smooth handle and pushed it into Justin, at the same time he took the boy in his mouth again. He fucked the boy, while sucking him off for several minutes, listening to his desperate mewling until finally he released his balls. The boy let out a groan so loud he thought all of Pittsburgh may have heard it as he shot down Brian's throat.
Brian continued his assault on him until he was sure the blonde would pass out and had no more to give.
Then he slowly removed the whip, tossing it to the floor he released Justin from the restraints.
Justin sat up immediately and Brian cradled him on his lap as he shook and kissed every spot on Brian's body he could reach.
Eventually he lay on his stomach and sucked Brian's dick until he came and then raised himself up again, finding solace in Brian's arms, leaning his head against his shoulder, spent, emotionally and physically. He kissed Brian on the mouth and muttered “thank you” into the kiss.
Justin had never experienced anything so intense in his life, and he wasn’t sure what to do with the emotions that had overwhelmed him but he knew that this man had control over his body, with or without physical restraints, and as Brian lay back, still cradling Justin's body, feeling the warmth of the still trembling boy he realized that he might not be the one in control of this situation, no matter who hooked up the restraints.
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