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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Thirteen
Justin woke up in pain. He had drifted off half on top of Brian, and was still wrapped around him, but his ankle was throbbing, and he was laying on the wrong side, putting too much weight on his bad rib. He shifted which caused a sharp stabbing feeling in his side. He sat up quickly.
Brian looked up bleary eyed, “you okay?”
“Yeah, just need to get some aspirin.”
“Stay, I’ll get it for you.”
”Brian, I’m okay I can…”
But Brian was already down the stairs, he opened the ‘fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Backlit by the light of the refrigerator Justin was again awestruck by the man’s beauty, his lithe form, his ease in his own skin. He felt another stab, but this one wasn’t from his ribs. He was going to miss this when he left.
Brian walked into the bathroom and grabbed the aspirin bottle, handed two to Justin along with the water and then slid back into bed.
Justin took the pills and then got out of bed, walking quietly.
“You should sleep.”
”I feel like I’ve been doing nothing but sleeping for weeks.”
Brian nodded and glanced at the clock, Four am, tomorrow was Saturday and he had the day off, he had hoped to have an opportunity to sleep in. There wasn’t a part of his life, it seemed, that this blonde hadn’t changed. He joined Justin on the sofa.
“Want to watch a movie?”
”No, I’ve seen like everything you own at least twice.”
”Do you want me to get your sketch pad for you?”
”I can get it myself.”
”I’m trying to get you to stay off your ankle.”
“I know but the doctor said I could use it now.”
”Still, you should take it easy”
Justin simply nodded, too tired, and in too much pain to argue. He didn’t want to let Brian know how much his ribs were hurting at the moment. He remained silent.
Brian sighed, “Fine, we’ll play a game.”
Justin knew he wasn’t up for another “game” right now, and was about to say so when Brian returned with a Scrabble board. Justin’s eyes widened in surprise.
“What, you think all I ever do is fuck?”
Justin smiled and nodded.
“Nope, I’ve also been known to kick ass at scrabble.”
“Yeah well we’ll see. I got a 750 verbal on my SAT’s”
Brian looked up at him from his seat in front of the coffee table “750?”
Justin nodded “1500 total, apparently, I’m pretty evenly brained, most people get much higher on either math or verbal.”
“You kicked ass on both.”
”Yeah I was pretty happy with my scores, so were my parents.” Justin's expression changed when he said the last word.
Brian tried to keep the conversation away from things Justin didn’t need to be thinking about at four in the morning. He turned his attention to making sure all the tiles were turned down in the box. “With scores like that you could go anywhere.”
”Well, I got into several places, but you know, that assumed I was going to graduate high school.”
“You could defer a year, finish school and then go. Claim illness or something.”
Justin shrugged, trying to pretend that the fact that his future was so different than what he had imagined two months ago didn’t bother him. “Couldn’t afford it even if I did graduate.”
”Where’d you get in?”
”Dartmouth, Princeton, Pitt, Penn, UCSD, and PIFA”
“Dartmouth and PIFA, kind of a dichotomy of aspirations there.”
”Are you just trying to prove that you could get a 750 verbal too?”
”No, I’m trying to say that Penn and Dartmouth are not exactly known for their fine arts programs.”
“Yeah well, I didn’t tell my parents about applying to PIFA, dad wanted me to be a business major, work with him when I graduated, take over when he retired, blah blah blah.”
”And you…”
“Wanted to paint, to create. I love to draw, I feel alive when I’m doing it. I’ve never quite felt that way when deciding the best way to minimize tax liability of durable business goods.”
Brian raised an eyebrow. Justin shrugged. “I took an AP accounting course. YAWN”
Brian laughed, Yeah, that’s why I have Theodore, he’s a boring man but the worlds most trustworthy accountant. Probably because he knows if he fucks with my money I’ll kill him.”
Justin laughed, “probably the best business incentive program there is.”
”So when do you have to tell these schools yes or no?”
”Well, I already told UCSD no, it was too far, and did you know Princeton is in New Jersey?” Justin shuddered.
Brian laughed, “yeah, I knew that, but then I fucked a professor from Princeton once.”
“You fucked a guy from New Jersey?” Justin shuddered again.
“So you were deciding between Dartmouth, Penn and PIFA?”
”Yeah, but it’s pointless to talk about, they all want that thing, what’s it called, oh yeah, a high school diploma.”
”We can get you one of those, it’s still not too late.”
”Can’t we just pay Chaz to make me one, Hell, he already made me 21, a high school diploma should be nothing.”
“I don’t think that it works that way, lots of guys specialize in drivers licenses, birth certificates, passports, but I don’t think there’s a market out there for fake High school diplomas.”
“There should be, hell, I get spam all the time about getting a fake college degree.”
Brian nodded, but wasn’t ready to leave the topic quite yet. “Suppose once you’re 18 we put you back in school?”
”Brian, I’m not going back there.”
“No, not to your old school, I mean once you’re 18 we could probably get you into the public school around here without too much hassle, and hell, if your old school was that good, catching up shouldn’t be a problem. You’d be graduating in three months right?”
Justin nodded, “But it doesn’t matter anyway. I already told you, I couldn’t afford to go to any of those schools. Hell I probably can’t even afford Allegheny Community College.”
“I could help with that.”
”Chaz won’t take me back, and I’m pretty sure neither will the SAP”
Brian closed his eyes trying not to scream in aggravation. “I wasn’t suggesting either of those options. I meant I could loan you the money. You can pay me back when you graduate, like a student loan.”
”Justin shook his head. I’m not going back to school. I’ll find something.”
“Like what?”
”There’s an escort service that’s hiring, says I can make up to 500 bucks a night.”
Brian's jaw clenched. “You’re not going to be a hustler, no matter how high paid.”
“You do realize how hypocritical that sounds right?”
”You do realize I don’t give a shit if I sound like a hypocrite right?”
”Brian, I don’t understand why it’s okay for you and not for me.”
”Because I didn’t have an option, and I’ve leaned to deal with it, and you do have options, and I….” Brian trailed off.
“You what?”
”I don’t want you to have to learn to deal with it. It’s not all glamour and fucking hot blonde twinks you know.”
Justin looked down at his hands, “I know.”
”Justin, you have some amazing options for your future, you should take advantage of them. Will you at least think about it?”
Justin nodded. He knew that in a couple weeks Brian wouldn’t even remember his name, would think back sometimes, maybe, on the annoying twink who complicated his life for a while, but he’d be gone, this argument was pointless, so Justin pretended to consider other options.”
Brian wasn’t sure why Justin's acquiescence didn’t make him feel at all better. Maybe because it had come too easily.
He took seven tiles and handed the box to Justin, who took seven for himself. They talked about other things, books, movies, hot stars they’d like to fuck, while they played a surprisingly, (to Brian), evenly matched game of scrabble.
Justin put the thoughts of his future out of his mind while they played, concentrating on the words, and whatever mindless banter they were sharing. He had to get out of here fast. Brian was making plans as if he was going to remain a kid under his control forever. As much as he loved Brian, and he knew that it was love, he also knew Brian didn’t love him, and didn’t need him complicating his life. It was after six when the game was over, Brian won by 15 points, but only because he’d landed a lucky Y on a triple word score.
They went back to bed. They both woke up when they heard someone knocking on the door. Brian groaned and then lay his head back on the pillow, willing whomever it was to go away. Justin grabbed another pillow and covered his head so he couldn’t hear the banging but it wouldn’t stop.
Eventually Brian threw on a pair of sweatpants and opened the door.
“Lindsay.”
“Brian, I need a favor.”
She looked upset. “You okay?”
”Yeah, but Mel’s out of town and I need you to watch Gus, It’s just for the afternoon, I promise.”
Brian took his son from Lindsay, cradling the three month old against his chest. “Not a problem.”
Justin walked towards them both, bed head hair, wearing sweatpants and one of Brian's t-shirts which was way too big for him, but at least fit over the stupid rib brace. “What’s going on?”
”Justin, this is Lindsay, and my son Gus.”
”You have a son?”
”Did I forget to mention that?”
”Yeah, you kind of did.”
“Brian who is this?” Lindsay asked.
“This Justin, he’s living with me.”
”For a little while.” Justin added. Brian frowned but said nothing. They both knew it was temporary but why did the kid insist on making it so fucking clear every time he tried to just forget about it.
“Oh well, it’s nice to meet you.” Lindsay said, “I um, have to go, Brian, here’s his diaper bag, and a list of phone numbers and I’ll have my cell with me and on at all times, call if you have any questions or problems, and…”
“Lindsay, I can handle an afternoon with my son.”
“I know it’s just…”
“Go, do whatever you have to do, and I’ll see you when you get back.”
Lindsay smiled and left.
Brian, still holding Gus walked over to the sofa and sat down, shifting to make the boy more comfortable in his arms. Justin looked at him as if he’d grown another head.
“You have a son?”
Brian shrugged. “Yeah, see.” He held Gus out just a little bit as if his existence explained everything.
“You have a son.” Justin said again.
Brian sighed. “Lindsay and Melanie wanted a baby, and I had a little sperm left over after a particularly boring night at Babylon. Nine months later, Gus.”
“You slept with her?”
Brian rolled his eyes. “I jerked off into a cup and the squirted it up her.”
Justin shuddered, “gross.”
“You’d prefer I’d slept with her?”
Justin shuddered again. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a son.”
“You never asked.”
“Yeah, ‘cause that’s what I ask every heterophobic gay porn star I fuck, “hey, have any kids?”
Brian laughed, “well now you know, I have a son, but they’re the parents, I’m just…well, apparently today, I’m just the babysitter.”
“you have a son.”
”Jesus Christ Justin, would you process this already so we can decide what to do about breakfast.”
“Lunch.”
”What?”
”It’s almost two, it’s lunch time.”
“We can order or we can go out, your call sunshine. And sit the fuck down, you’re standing too much on your ankle.”
Justin sighed, sitting in the chair. “Give him to me, and go take a shower, we’re going out to lunch.”
“You sure you’re gonna be okay with him?”
”I have a sister who’s seven years younger than I am; I’ve held a baby before. Sheesh.”
Brian gently handed Gus over to Justin and showered. When he emerged, hair still a little wet he took Gus from Justin. “Your turn.”
Justin showered quickly, trying to integrate the sarcastic, porn star and the gentle father that he’d just seen. Eventually the water started to get cold and he finished showering quickly.
They put Gus in the stroller and headed towards the diner. “If we’re lucky Deb will be working and we won’t even have watch him. It’s impossible to get her to put him down once she picks him up.
Justin laughed, not doubting it for a minute.
Deb was working, and she called back to tell Kiki she was taking her break as soon as she saw the two push Gus’s stroller through the door. They didn’t have to worry about Gus through lunch. Debbie did not relinquish her hold on the child the entire time they were there.
They were walking back towards the loft when Justin saw him. He missed a step and almost tripped.
“First day on the new feet?” Brian asked.
Justin looked up at him, wanting to shoot him a withering glance but there was only fear in his eyes.
“You okay?”
”What? Um, I’m fine, I just.”
“Justin.”
Justin froze.
“Justin.”
“It’s my dad.” He whispered to Brian. He was about to take off, run, somewhere, anywhere when Brian grabbed his arm. “Don’t run from this motherfucker. I won’t let him touch you again.”
“Justin, get in the car.” Craig said, motioning towards his car, parked on the other side of the road.
Justin shook his head, looking down at his feet. Brian’s hands gripped the handle of the stroller tightly. He wanted to go back to the diner, give Gus to Deb, but was worried that Justin wouldn’t still be there when he got back. He wanted to lunge at this man, do to him what he’d done to Justin, but he couldn’t while he was here with his son, and Justin.
“Justin, I’m not going to say it again, come home now.”
Justin started to take a step forward and Brian pulled him back. “Don’t”
“Brian, you’ve got Gus with you, I’ll come back, I promise, but we can’t do this, here, on the street…”
“No.” was all Brian said, he was not sending Justin off to be hurt again. You watch Gus for a minute okay?”
“Brian, you can’t, I mean, it’s not your fight.”
“Yes it is.” Brian said and walked towards Craig.
“Who are you?”
”I’m a friend of Justin’s”
“He’s my son, I’m taking him home with me.”
Brian stood close to the man, “No, you’re not.”
“You can’t keep me from my own son.”
”Watch me.”
Craig pushed past Brian and began to walk towards Justin; Brian grabbed his arm and spun him around, landing a solid blow before Craig fought back. He pushed Brian against his car, leaning back to punch him with his full force. He stopped when he heard Justin approach. “It’s okay, dad, leave him alone, I’ll come with you.”
Craig relaxed his grip. Justin handed the stroller over to Brian and tried not to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry Brian, I can’t let you get hurt.”
Brian wanted to scream. Instead he leaned in and hugged Justin. “What’s your address?” he whispered quietly into the boy’s ear.
Justin hesitated just a moment before repeating it to Brian and then getting in the car with his father.
Brian ran back to the diner. “Deb, you’ve got to watch Gus. I’ll be back soon.”
He ran the seven blocks to his Jeep and took off fast; his goal was get there before Justin’s father even had a chance to get him into the house. He was too late.
When he found the house the silver Lexus was already parked in the driveway. Brian clenched his jaw and knocked on the door.
Jennifer answered.
She recognized the man immediately, but had no idea what he was doing at their home.
“Brian right?”
”Right, where’s Justin?”
”He’s um, isn’t he with you?”
”no…” Brian was about to explain when he heard a sound in the garage.
He headed towards the door. Jennifer, hit the entry code and the door slid up agonizingly slowly. Brian ducked underneath it, and found Justin pushed against a wall, his father holding him there.
Adrenaline driven, Brian pulled the man off of Justin. He said nothing as he pulled the blonde to him.
Justin tried to bury himself in Brian's chest, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
”Shhhh, you’re okay. Let’s go.”
Both Jennifer and Craig were yelling, to Justin, at Justin, at Brian, at each other, but Brian and Justin ignored them as they got into the jeep and Brian pointed it back towards the city.
“Brian I’m…”
“Don’t apologize, I know why you did it. You didn’t have to; I could have dealt with him. Did he hurt you, do I need to take you to the doctor?”
“No, he didn’t have time. Did you run every light?”
”Almost, we’ve got to go to the diner and get Gus, I left him with Debbie, and then you and I are going back to the loft, and I’m seriously considering locking you in there. I swear Justin, keeping you safe is becoming a full time job.”
Justin was going to apologize again but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. Brian probably already had bruises from his dad pushing him against the car, and he’d had to leave his son. Justin shook his head; he was going to have to leave sooner than intended.
They got back to the loft without further incident and Lindsay was none the wiser when she arrived a couple of hours later to reclaim Gus.
Once Gus was gone Brian poured himself a drink. Justin went online, and booked his ticket. It left very early the next morning; he’d be out of Brian’s hair, out of the range of his parents, and out on his own.
Several drinks later Brian was still thinking about what had happened that afternoon and was furious, he was also worried. He was worried about Justin and he hated that. He wasn’t the kind of guy who worried about people, well, not to the degree he worried about this twink with an amazing ability to attract trouble to him. His words were a little slurred when he said “c’mere”
Justin looked up “what?”
“C’mere.”
Justin walked towards him. He put his drink on the coffee table as Justin stood in front of him. He unbuttoned Justin's jeans, pulling them down. He was already hard. Brian stroked him through the thin cotton of his white boxer briefs.
Justin leaned his head back, giving in to the sensations. He knew this would be his last time with Brian, and he wanted to make the most of it. He felt the cool air hit him as Brian lowered his underwear. He looked down in time to see Brian's mouth open, leaning towards his now leaking dick. He moaned as Brian's tongue made delicious circles around the head while his lips continued to apply pressure. Then Brian opened wider and took him fully into his mouth. Wrapping his hands around Justin's slight waist, resting them on his hips for a moment before moving them lower, kneading those perfect globes while he sucked hummed and swallowed around Justin.
Justin moaned, he was close, so close, and then he felt Brian’s thumb applying just a tiny bit of pressure against his hole and he shot. Hard. His knees almost buckled, his breathing coming in fast shallow breaths.
When Brian leaned back, Justin straddled him on the sofa. “I want you inside me.”
Brian raised an eyebrow, “you want me to fuck you”
“God yes.”
“Maybe” Brian said, smiling. He pushed Justin off of him and stood up. Then he pushed Justin back on the sofa. Leaning him over the arm of the white leather, his elbows resting on the padded arm, his knees sinking into the soft cushions. Brian pushed at Justin's ass cheeks until his knees were up against the side of the armrest, then Brian kneeled behind him, and used his knees to kick Justin's further apart. He was spread wide now, his ass high in the air, waiting. Each breeze made his hole pucker, and his dick harder. He rubbed himself against the soft leather.
Brian put a hand on the small of his back and said “Nope, none of that.” Justin stopped.
“Fuck me Brian.”
”I’m thinking about it.” He said with an evil grin as he walked around to stand in front of Justin. He leaned down to kiss him. Justin tried to raise himself up, to wrap his arms around Brian's neck but Brian held them down gently and kissed him passionately. Then he moved closer, his hard cock brushing against Justin’s lips. Justin opened his mouth, savoring the taste of the brunette.
He tried to create for Brian the sensations he had experienced earlier. Brian leaned over and rubbed his thumb against Justin's hole again making him moan and Brian's dick jump at the vibrations.
He kept sucking, hard and long strokes, little flicks of his tongue, swipes and circles until he felt Brian tense up. He redoubled his efforts, moving his head back and forth, burying his nose in the soft curly hair at the base of Brian's shaft. And then he felt him come. Justin swallowed and swallowed again, relishing the taste on his tongue.
Brian walked around him again, his hand stroking over him appreciatively. Justin tried to move but Brian tsk’d at him. “Just stay like that.”
And Justin did, unable to see what Brian was doing as he moved behind him. His legs were almost hurting they were spread so wide, and he was hard, he wanted Brian to fuck him. But each time he asked Brian said something agonizingly noncommittal.
Then he felt Brian's tongue, licking along the edges of his crack, taking long swipes against his pucker. He moaned and pushed back. Brian swirled his tongue around his ass, licking and nipping. Burying his face between the cheeks as his hands roughly manipulated his nipples. Pulling and twisting, while Justin panted and moaned, unable to form a coherent thought. It had been almost twenty minutes and Brian refused to do more than merely swirl his tongue, and touch his nipples.
Justin was begging, “Brian, fuck, Brian, fuck me, Brian Brian Brian, fuck me fuck fuck, Brian,” they were the only two words left in his head.
Brian smiled, the kid was a quivering mass of need, there was nothing left of him but his craving for Brian's cock up his ass. He was feeling satisfied, and in control again, as he pulled away from the boy completely.
“Don’t move.” He said as he got up to pour himself another drink and retrieve a bottle of water.
He opened the water and held it up for the kid, who drank from the bottle greedily, never moving his arms, as if he were afraid that a single wrong move would make Brian stop completely.
Brian couldn’t stop now if he wanted, but he didn’t let the little blonde know that, instead he swallowed his drink and sat down, Justin's ass still spread invitingly, leaning against the armrest of the chair. He licked his thumb and pressed it against his hole again. Justin tried to push back on it, but Brian pulled back first, allowing him only the lightest of contact before withdrawing. Then he stopped again. Completely this time. He gritted his teeth, and said, “don’t make a sound.”
Justin didn’t know what Brian was doing, didn’t know how much he could take, he wanted Brian inside him, he wanted Brian, but he was teasing him, making him need him more than he had ever needed anything in his life. He began to unconsciously rock against the sofa, the soft leather against his weeping cock felt good. Then he felt a sharp slap on his ass. “I said sit still.”
Justin stopped. “Brian please fuck me.”
Brian leaned over him, his now sheathed cock pushing against Justin's ass. “You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes.”
“You want to feel it?”
”Like this?” Brian asked, pushing a sheathed but almost entirely unlubed cock into Justin's hole, breaching the first ring of muscle. He heard Justin cry out.
” Does that hurt? I’ll stop.”
“Don’t stop.”
“You want it hard and rough?”
”Hurt me.”
”You’re a kinky little boy aren’t you.”
”Need you inside, fuck me.”
Brian pushed himself deeper, feeling Justin close in around him, watching as his head flung back, his lower lip rolled into his mouth to prevent him from crying out.
“You sure, I can do it nice and gentle, and slow.”
“NOW!” Justin said,” HARD FAST AND NOW!”
Brian thrust all the way in, relishing the tight fit and the sound of Justin grunting as he pushed himself snug against the boy’s ass. He gave him a few moments to adjust and then began to move. Justin met him stroke for stroke.
“Fuck me harder.”
Brian smiled, the kid was a pain slut sometimes, he loved that about him.
He slapped his ass, the bright red handprint an erotic contrast to his pale skin. He pulled all most all the way out, changed his angle a bit and slammed back in hard, causing a jolt of electricity so intense Justin didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain, he only knew he wanted it again.
“Yeah, oh god, more.”
Brian did it again, slamming hard, pulling out, and pushing back in slapping Justin's other ass cheek, wanting him to feel this for a long time.
Justin loved it, he wanted it this way, hard and fast, he wanted to still feel Brian tomorrow when he was sitting on the plane. He wanted to feel him next week when he was nowhere to be found. It felt so good but he needed to come. He reached his hand down to fist himself but Brian smacked it away. “Mine.” He said.
“I’m gonna fuck you 'til you come.”
And he did, he never stopped his assault on Justin's nipples and ass with his hands, and he continued to thrust into Justin hard and fast until Justin’s entire body tensed and then he came, the first shot was so intense he fell forward, his arms losing purchase on the sofa. He was now bent over it, his head and arms dangling his body like a rag doll, Brian pumping into him while his body spasmed with aftershocks. Brian came a half a dozen hard strokes later, and felt Justin's anal walls clamp hard around him, milking him.
When he pulled out Justin whimpered at the loss and Brian pulled him up, understanding, he lay the kid down, with his blonde head on his naked lap and slowly pushed a finger back into him. He sighed, and wiggled around until he was comfortable, feeling less empty, and more satisfied than he ever had in his life.
Justin lay there, and willed himself not to cry. He would find someone else who could provide this kind of pleasure and even if he couldn’t he couldn’t stay with Brian just because he was the best fuck ever.
He wiggled his ass around Brian's finger, and closed his eyes.
When Justin woke up it was almost three am. Brian was asleep in bed, “he must have carried me here” Justin thought, as he pulled the duvet back a little. He couldn’t shower, that would wake Brian. He pulled on his clothes quickly, grabbed his sketchbooks, and threw a few things into his duffle bag. He wanted to leave a note but he didn’t know what to say. Instead he left one of the drawings he’d done with the pastels, and then quietly left the loft.
He wiped the tears from his eyes, called a cab and waited at the corner.
Six hours later he was at La Guardia, hailing another cab, except this time he wasn’t quite sure where to go.
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