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Superstar

by Vamphile

For Paddies

Chapter Seventeen

“Brian, I don’t want to.”

“I thought you were going to be a good boy?” Brian leaned in to kiss Justin's shoulder still wet from the shower.

He leaned his head back against Brian's chest, his eyes closed. “I am, but why does it involve torture?”

“I thought you liked it when I tortured you?”

“When you do it, yeah, but this is different.”

Brian snaked his arms around Justin's waist pulling him against his chest. “You’ll be fine, besides, it was part of the deal. Now go get dressed.” Brian turned the two of them towards the bedroom and pushed the kid gently towards the bed where his clothes were waiting.

Justin pouted and grumbled. Forty-five minutes later they were in the school office. Justin was still grumbling and Brian was filling out forms. By the time he was done he was grumbling too. It didn’t take too much “creative truth telling” to get Justin enrolled. His transcripts would be sent from his previous school as soon as they faxed the release of information forms Justin had signed. If the school refused to send them…well they’d wait five days, by then he’d be 18 and no one could refuse his request for his records.

He spent about twenty minutes with a counselor setting up a schedule that would allow him to graduate in June with the rest of the senior class and then he shuffled off to third period.

Brian left. It was only ten am and Chaz was expecting him at the studio. He was about to take off when he saw a familiar blonde head leaning against a wall smoking. He got out of the car and strode across the lawn. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

Justin rolled his eyes. “I need a cigarette before I have to face all this again.”

“Yeah, this is gonna be stellar, you get suspended for smoking on campus BEFORE your first day.” Brian took the cigarette from him. “I promise, you can have one as soon as you get back to the loft.”

“But…”

“Go to class.”

Justin leaned in to kiss him. Brian used all his restraint to keep it chaste. “We’re on school grounds, do you really want to get beat up in the locker room on your first day?”

“I don’t have to take phys. Ed. ‘cause of my ankle and ribs remember?”

“Still better to keep a low profile in school.”

Justin pulled Brian by his shirt until he fell forward against him. “Low profiles are for losers.” He nuzzled at the spot just below his adams apple that sent shivers down his entire body. For a moment Brian gave in, leaning his head back. Justin stood on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around the taller mans neck, pulling his head in for a deeper kiss. Brian responded for a moment. And then pulled back.

“Feel better?’

“A little.”

“Good. Now go be a good boy and I promise we’ll pick up where we left off when you finish you’re homework.”

Justin took Brian's hand, lifted it to his mouth and took one last drag off of the cigarette he was still holding. “HEY!”

Justin smiled widely and exhaled. “I’ll be home by three probably.”

“Yeah well I have no idea what time I’ll be done. Chaz probably has thirty scenes for me to shoot today to get us back on schedule but I’ll call when I know.”

“Okay.”

“Come straight home anyway.”

“Brian.”

“Come straight home.”

“Fine.”

“Later.”

“Later.”

Brian watched him actually enter the building and then sat in the car for another fifteen minutes to make sure he didn’t try to escape again before he headed off to work himself.

Justin read his schedule. At least he had an art class. Spanish was easy enough; he’d taken it for four years at St. James, and right now he had…Ugh, History or Western Civ. He’d taken that in like freshman year, what was it doing on his senior schedule. He walked into class and tried to think of something that was worse than this. The only thing he could think of was breeder sex or actually having to live through the 14th century when bathing was considered a sign of the devil. He slid quietly into a desk in the back row and started to sketch in his notebook.

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“You’re late.”

“I’m here.”

“Brian, we’re so behind that I’m not sure we can even afford to finish this film.”

“Chaz, you say that almost every time we make one.”

“Because you put us behind schedule almost every time we make one.”

“Fuck off.”

“Whatever, go see makeup and wardrobe.”

Brian sighed, relieved, he’d expected worse.

Chaz watched him walk away and sighed, relieved, he had wondered if he’d ever see his star back in the studio again. That kid had been a casting mistake of epic proportions.

The scenes were easy, the dialogue lame, the action vanilla, the actors professionals, and the day went quickly considering. Mostly it went quickly because for the time being Brian didn’t have to wonder what kind of danger his little blonde was getting himself into. He was in school, where the worst thing that could happen was getting shot by a disgruntled student or buying some bad drugs.

It was 8:30 before Chaz called it a wrap for the day.

Brian called Justin to tell him he was on the way home. There was no answer. He called the loft phone. No answer. He called Justin's cell again. Still no answer. He started to panic.

He made it back to the loft more quickly than usual and took the stairs two at a time. He was already tired from a full day of shooting and was out of breath by the time he reached the top floor. He fumbled with his keys but the door was unlocked. His heart was already racing, now it was pounding in his ears.

“Justin!”

Justin sat up from what had obviously been a deep sleep. “You’re home.” He smiled, rubbing his eyes.

Brian dropped his head. His shoulders slumped. “I’m home, where the fuck were you?”

“I fell asleep. I was tired. Why are you all sweaty?”

Brian huffed out a laugh. “Never mind. You hungry?”

“Starving, I was waiting for you for dinner.”

He took another deep breath, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that he was about to utter the next sentence. “Did you finish your homework?”

Justin nodded. “I didn’t have much, first day and all.”

“Diner?”

“Sure.”

They walked together. When they were finally settled and had ordered Brian was calm enough to ask Justin about his first day.

“It was boring. They’re going over stuff I already know. If I could get my old computer from my parent’s house I wouldn’t have any homework at all, I’ve already written all these papers, done all these assignments, like two years ago. And the kids are stupid.”

“Stupid kids hmmm, never came across one of them myself.”

“Shut up, I mean they’re so…immature.”

“Yes, unlike you, who’s really lived.”

“Hey, I’ve been a porn star.”

Brian laughed, “Yes you have, and a runaway, and a go-go boy. You’ve lived a lot in the last couple of weeks.”

“Maybe it’ll be good to go back to boring.”

“You know sunshine, I don’t think things with you are ever really going to be boring.”

THE END

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