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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Two
Justin got up from the set, pulling his robe tightly around him, embarrassed, his face bright red. He had a much smaller dressing room; it had been a closet a week prior, but the privacy was appreciated as he felt his knees still shaking. He felt seared by Brian's touch, as if he could still feel him inside. He knew that the guy was an actor, but was he really that good of an actor? Had he really felt nothing, the entire time? Justin found it hard to believe and was lost in his own thoughts when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
It was Chaz.
“Hey kiddo, you were great, you think you up to shooting a couple of externals?”
Justin took a large swallow from his water bottle. “I guess, um… what’s an external?”
“Just the boring setup scenes to fill in the spaces between the fucking.”
“Oh yeah, I guess I could do that.”
“Great, I’ll have Brenda bring wardrobe for you in a couple minutes.”
Justin just nodded.
The rest of the day went like that, Justin in a fog, unable to focus on anything, repeating the lines that they had eventually put on cue cards for him because he’d just found that the moment he read the line it left his head.
Brian was not amused, there was a reason he hated working with amateurs and this was it, fucking cue cards, it’s was three god damn lines. But he gritted his teeth and did his part as quickly as possible. He did have to admit that there was something oddly hypnotic about the kid’s eyes, and he usually hated the little schoolboy look that Brenda tried but the jeans and blue plaid shirt worked on this kid, then again, he’d seen his body naked and honestly there was probably very little that didn’t work on this kid.
The scene played better than it shot, Justin actually seemed squirmy and nervous which was what they were going for.
The call was for 7 am the next day and Justin left trying to figure out where he was going for the night.
Brian, for the life of him could not think of a time he’d ever done this before, or why he might be doing it now, but he invited the kid out for a drink.
Justin was as surprised as Brian by the invitation, but Brian shrugged it off “we can run lines, maybe we can lose the cue cards tomorrow.” Justin smiled a little
“Yeah I know, I sucked.”
“You did fine, first days can be nerve wracking.”
Justin realized that this was actually the first time he’d seen the man dressed, at least the first time he’d been able to pay attention, the afternoon exterior shots were all a blur because every time Brian had to lean in and whisper “I can change all that.” pulling him forward by his waistband, Justin's head spun a little. He didn’t think it was possible but the guy looked almost sexier in clothes than out of them. His black jeans and white button-down shirt with the tank underneath skimmed his body perfectly. Justin had a very strong urge to pull the clothes off of him and ask for a rehearsal for tomorrows morning scene, but he had a feeling that Brian would laugh and leave, and so he followed him quietly to his jeep and got out at Woody’s, apparently an establishment Brian frequented often, as they poured him a drink before he’d actually reached the bar.
“What do you want?” he looked down at Justin
The kid looked startled, “Um, whatever you’re having is fine.”
Brian laughed, “Give him a beer.”
“I need you functional tomorrow, I’m not sure a double Chivas on the rocks is gonna get us where we need to go.”
They drank in companionable silence for a few minutes, Brian's eyes cruising the room for a likely prospect, but finding none on a random Thursday evening. When he was finally ready to go Justin could barely keep his eyes open.
“Where can I drop you?” Brian asked.
“Oh um… Justin thought about it, and realized that it was after midnight; he couldn’t go back to Daphne’s at this hour. He hadn’t really thought this through.
“I’m good” he said, I can walk from here.
”It’s not the safest of neighborhoods, where do you live.”
Justin fluttered his hand in a general direction.
Brian sighed.
“Do you have a place to stay?”
”What? Yeah, of course, it’s just…”
Brian continued to look at him, “it’s late, and I don’t want to wake them up.”
“You don’t have a key to your own house?”
”I’m not living at home right now, but I’m gonna get a place, you know, soon.”
Brian nodded, “you can stay with me tonight.”
“No, I couldn’t” Justin wanted to jump in the jeep and kiss the man on the mouth but he was trying to play it cool.
“We’ve got a 7 am call tomorrow, and if you sleep on the streets you’ll be all sweaty and gross, so just come stay at my place, I’m not doing you a favor I’m doing me one.”
Justin smiled at that, and let Brian take him home.
Brian's apartment was eerily like the set, at least the bedroom was, Justin was about to comment on it when Brian dropped all his clothes to a pile on the floor and crawled into the now familiar platform bed.
“Yeah,” Brian said, “Chaz it good at a lot of stuff, set design isn’t one of them, so he just made it look like my place.”
Justin smiled, and crawled into the bed next to the older man.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
’I’m going to bed.”
“On the sofa.”
Justin's heart sank, he knew he’d have another go at the man in the morning but he was hoping for… he wasn’t even sure what. But he decided to take his chances. “Your sofa is all leather and looks uncomfortable he said, snuggling deeper under the covers.
The bed was a California king, so there was plenty of space for both of them, and it wasn’t as if Brian wasn’t used to avoiding tricks who spent the night so he simply sighed, and mumbled something about 1800.00 an hand tied goose down pillows before drifting off.
Justin, as tired as he was, also felt a little wired, it had been a big day and he was dying to share it with Daphne, but for the moment, he found himself content to try and match his breathing to the man laying beside him, and when he was sure Brian was asleep, he curled his body up against him and slept soundly until he was roused by the sound of a deep voice blaspheming god, and clocks and chivas regal on the rocks.
Justin rubbed his eyes, “what’s wrong”
“It’s 6:45” we’re due in 15 minutes, why didn’t you set the alarm?”
Justin looked at the man as though he might be retarded, “I don’t even know where your alarm is.”
“Right, why didn’t you tell me to set the alarm.”
Justin continued his blank “duh” stare until Brian backed down realizing that while this sucked, it wasn’t the twinks fault.
Just get dressed, we’re going to be late and Chaz is gonna queen out so bad he’s gonna strain a wrist.
Justin giggled, and pulled on his cargo pants and t-shirt from the day before.
Christ, I have to fuck you in like half an hour, take a goddamned shower.
Justin complied, and was surprised when Brian joined him in the stall.
“Christ, the water’s cold.” And Brian turned the water temperature up so high that Justin actually stood away from the spray. Brian in too much of a hurry to think about what he was doing soaped the boy down, and then moved on to himself.
Justin did his best to maintain his composure and Brian's hands sought out every inch of his body and covered it with an expensive smelling lather, and then wrapping one arm around his waist pulled him under the hot spray. Soon Justin's body acclimated itself to the heat, and he found himself unable to hide his arousal as they stood chest to chest.
Justin instinctively leaned up to kiss Brian who responded before he could think about what he was doing.
“Save it for when the cameras are rolling.” he said as soon as he regained his composure, and rinsed the conditioner out of his hair. He stepped out of the shower and handed Justin a towel. The kid took his fucking time about drying off until Brian ran out of patience and used his own towel to dry the kid’s hair and gently but efficiently dry his skin.
“C’mon, well eat after the scene is shot, I’m sure if Chaz gets his way you’ll be getting a high protein breakfast in no time at all.
And with that Brian grabbed pushed Justin out of the loft and set the alarm before closing the door behind him.
The set was bustling with people by the time they got there, and Chaz was beside himself.
The director approached Brian, about to chastise him when the taller man stopped him with a look.
“Fuck off, we’re here now.”
Chaz recognized the look. Brian hadn’t had coffee yet. He poured him a cup himself and then backed away slowly.
20 minutes later Brian was naked on the bed, reciting his lines. Chaz had rewritten the script a little after seeing Justin's inability to concentrate in Brian's presence, he talked less, and had a lot more written direction of “longing looks, or confused glances” Justin played his part perfectly as he and Brian had a much more satisfying shower scene then they had earlier in the day.
It was noon when Chaz finally called lunch. Justin didn’t think he could eat a thing but once he eyed the deli tray he realized he was starving. He was wolfing down his second sandwich when Brian sat across from him, looking at his lunch with disgust. “Christ, how can you eat that shit?”
“I’m hungry.” Justin shrugged, his mouth full of food.
Brian smirked; the kid looked eight years old.
“Friends parent’s aren’t feeding you?” Brian was trying to stay glib about it but as he considered last night and the kids eating habits today he wondered where he WAS staying and if maybe he wasn’t eating.
“No, I just eat like a football player, at least that’s what my mom always said.” Brian's shoulders relaxed, and he ignored the odd surge of concern he’d had for the boy.
The big scene for the day was finally lit and ready, it was supposed to be a seduction scene, lots of extras. Brian pretends to dance with the local talent Chaz had scouted from a nearby club. Justin come in, watches Brian with the two men and simply takes off his shirt and begins dancing, the two men are drawn to him, and Brian eventually moves them away and takes the kid for himself.
Both Brian and Justin were fine with the scene, but one of the extras kept moving his arm wrong, or turning his body oddly, and every time Brian went to make his move on Justin the extra would end up almost tripping, or flailing, twice he ended up slapping Justin's bare back accidentally. Justin flinched but said nothing and started the scene from where they’d left off, the third time the stupid dancer moved against Brian's syncopated rhythm and ended up knocking Justin off balance, crashing him to the floor Brian’s temper flared.
“Get this fucking loser off the set, he’s beating the shit out of the kid.”
Justin heard the anger, and at first thought it was directed at him, when he realized it was aimed at the dancer who’d been pissing him off all afternoon he felt better. But still he didn’t want anyone to get fired. He stood up.
“I’m fine, it’s okay.”
Brian took Justin's head in his hands running his fingers through his hair. At first the blonde thought it was some sort of affectionate maneuver but he soon realized he was looking for bumps, so he swatted Brian's hands away. “I’m fine.” And took a step backward.
They pulled another extra from the dancers, and let the uncoordinated asshole go. The fired man tried to explain that Brian was a terrible dancer and it was impossible to keep a rhythm with him, and while everyone knew this to be true the fact of the matter was that Brian was the star, not this no name club kid, and thus, he was gone.
The new dancer was better, he managed not to get tangled in Brian's feet, or to knock Justin into the wall, and when Brian finally pushed the two men off of Justin, and they were dancing together, Chaz knew he was going to be a very rich man.
Brian dipped his legs and lifted the kid up by the waist. The surprised look on his face and then his head thrown back in a smile said it all. Brian spun them once and Chaz yelled, “CUT!”
Walking away from the scene Brian saw Justin's back, there was a large red mark where the idiot had smacked him and he felt an odd surge of protectiveness for the kid, he was young, he had no idea what he was getting into and this was one of the least dangerous scenes they’d shoot all week.
He took a few long strides to catch up with Justin.
“There’s a lot of dialogue tomorrow”
“I got the script.”
“We really should run lines tonight, why don’t we have dinner at my place, and get the scene down.”
“Really?”
Brian just stared at him, he didn’t ask things twice.
Justin understanding he’d made some sort of social faux pas tried to play it off. “I mean cool”
Brian smiled and they both got back into his jeep, scripts in hand.
“Thai alright?”
”Sure.”
Brian placed the order and they sat on the sofa, going over the dialogue for the next days shoot.
“Shit” Brian said, pouring himself a scotch, this is the worst writing I’ve ever read.”
“Well, it’s gay porn, what were you expecting?”
Brian laughed again, and wondered how drunk he was…and then remembered he hadn’t actually had anything to drink yet, why did this kid make him laugh so goddamned often?
“I don’t believe in love, I believe in fucking, you get the maximum amount of pleasure with the minimum amount of bullshit.”
“I don’t believe that”
“Love is something straight people say to convince themselves they’re happy, if that’s what you want go find a nice little girl, settle down and marry her.”
Justin paused for a moment, “this is the stupidest bullshit I’ve ever read.”
“To quote a friend “it’s gay porn what did you expect.”
Justin laughed and also felt a warm feeling in his heart that Brian had just called him a friend.
“Oh shit.”
“What?”
”Um, nothing.”
Brian looked over the shorter mans shoulder trying to see what part of the script had him upset.
“That?” he pointed at the stage direction. Justin turned bright red. “Um yeah.”
“That’s easier than saying this crap”
“It’s just that I’ve…um, I’ve never…”
Brian raised his eyebrows “never?”
Justin couldn’t speak
“Fuck, I knew you were a virgin but you’re telling me you’ve never sucked a cock.”
Justin studied the floor wondering if hoping hard enough would make it open up and swallow him. “Well it’s not that I haven’t wanted to but you know you can’t just walk up to a guy in a shower and start sucking him off.”
”Hell, that’s what I did”
Justin just stared at him. Brian continued, “it was after gym class, and I went back to get something, a notebook, my jock strap, I don’t remember, all I know is there was my gym coach, standing in the shower, wet, soap suds dripping off of him, and I walked in, sank to my knees, in the shower, fully clothed, and sucked him off.”
“He didn’t mind?”
”He loved it.”
“Probably some old perv.”
“He’s probably younger than I am now.”
“Were you scared?”
“Fuck, everyone probably is their first time, but it was a long time ago, I don’t remember any more.”
Now, how about we practice that scene.
“Justin's eyes widened, you want me to…?”
“Let me ask you a question” Brian said quietly, trying not to scare the kid, but also wanting to make sure he understood the purpose of this particular exercise. “Do you want to fuck up, in front of the crew, or would you rather be able to do this on screen only once without me bitching about your teeth?” Brian smiled and Justin understood.
“When you put it that way.”
Just then the buzzer to the loft pulled them back to the moment.
“Food.”
Brian let the guy up, paid and looked at Justin, his gaze never wavering. “What do you want to eat first?”
Justin was hungry, but he would never be able to eat with the butterflies in his stomach, and as his eyes took in his scene partners obvious interest in what wasn’t on the takeout menu the teenager walked up the few steps to the bed.
Brian smiled, the kid was scared but he had guts, and enthusiasm.
He dropped his pants, pulled off his wife beater, and lay naked on the bed.
“Just relax your mouth, cover your teeth and breathe through your nose.”
Justin tried to remember all of this as his head lowered over Brian's cock, but the smell of him and his obvious interest in the proceedings made thought too hard. “Wait” Brian said, seeing the boy’s nervousness and figuring it would be more painful than anything if he just let him practice like this.
He pushed Justin back on the bed, pulling off his jeans and throwing them across the room… “Now, pay attention.”
Brian's expert mouth started slowly, running his tongue with soft flicks along the length of Justin's surprisingly large dick. He ran his tongue around the head, and then lowered his head over him and took him fully to the base.
Justin felt what Brian was doing, tried to concentrate on the technique but his brain was buzzing and the sensations Brian was causing were better than anything he’d ever imagined. When he felt himself slide to the back of Brian's throat he groaned. Brian lifted his head and released him from his mouth entirely.
“Justin. Look at me”
“Blue eyes met Brian's.”
“Pay attention, I’m not doing this for my health.”
“Yes you are, you don’t want me to bite you tomorrow.”
“Brian smiled again, the kid was fucking smart. “Okay, maybe I am doing it for my health, but pay attention anyway.”
Brian moved up, putting another pillow behind Justin's head so that he would have a better viewing angle, and arranged himself between his pale thighs, so that Justin could watch everything. “Don’t close your eyes.” It was an order.
And Brian started again, stopping occasionally to describe what he was doing, and why. “You see, if I put my hand here” he explained, wrapping his fingers around the shaft, then I can apply a small amount of pressure, and use my mouth to suck hard, and none of you feels neglected.”
Justin did his level best to pay attention but when Brian took him all the way back into his mouth sliding his head to the back of his throat and swallowed, he bucked up against him and gripped the sheets. “I’m gonna come” he moaned as Brian continued.
Justin tried to tap Brian on the shoulder, to let him know that he was close, but the man ignored him.
Brian knew what Justin was doing, and why Justin was doing it. He wasn’t sure why he was doing it, why he didn’t just pull out a clean dildo and teach the kid on that, or why he suddenly wanted to feel him come down his throat but he did, and he lost himself in the feeling while he moved his hand to Justin's balls, squeezing lightly, feeling them draw up and then feeling his spunk shoot down his throat, fill his mouth. “Christ, teenagers came hard.”
He lifted his head and smiled and then saw that Justin was bright red again, for a kid starring in a gay porn flick he certainly did embarrass easily. He covered his face with his hands. Brian positioned himself next to the humiliated teen, and gently pulled his hands from his face.
“I I’m really sorry.” He whispered.
“It’s okay” Brian smirked “I knew what I was doing.”
Justin looked at him surprised, “but then why didn’t you…I mean, you could have.”
Brian leaned in to kiss him and Justin smelled cigarettes and scotch and himself on Brian's breath and began to realize that maybe he really had known what he was doing. Brian kissed him, entangling their tongues as they entangled their fingers with each other ad Justin tasted himself on Brian and knew that Brian had indeed known what he was doing.
“Your turn” Brian said, glancing down at his now raging hard on.
Justin nodded his head, less nervous now, and began with a few soft licks. The taste was amazing. He’d expected it to be dirty, or bitter, but it wasn’t, it was indescribable, musky and sexy and it was making him hard again.
Brian lay in the same position he’d placed Justin, his head propped to watch the boy work. Justin was more relaxed this time, his hands roamed up and down Brian's hips and thighs, his mouth taking him inside, but not too deeply. “Go slow sonny-boy” he said, as Justin tested his gag reflexes. He paid attention to Brian's movements, he could tell when something particularly pleased him, or didn’t, and he was a willing and apt pupil. When he thought he was ready he took a deep breath through his nose, and opened his mouth as wide as it would go. He tilted his head as he’d seen Brian do, and took him down to the shaft. At first, he panicked and pulled up quickly.
He looked up at Brian apologetically. “It’s okay, it takes time to lose your gag reflex” Brian said, amused at the kids intense study of the subject. Justin’s hand drifted up Brian's chest and Brian held it, entwining their fingers, offering the kid moral support, as he practiced.
“If lessons in school were like this I might not have hated high school so much” Brian thought as the blonde head bobbed at his thighs.
Then he felt him go lower, felt him take it all into his mouth, and this time there was no panic, no immediate closing of his throat. Brian looked down, Justin's eyes were closed, as if in deep concentration, and as he swallowed, once, twice, three times, Brian held on with all the willpower he had not to just start bucking into him, fucking his mouth until he came, but the kid wasn’t ready for it.
So Brian gritted his teeth, his grip on Justin's hand was a little tighter, and soon he was going to come.
Brian let go of Justin's hand, to let him know gives him a chance to pull back. He continued to move his head up and entirely back down the shaft until his nose was buried into Brian's pubes.
Brian actually reached down to tap him on the shoulder, tried to say something, but Justin waved him off, and Brian almost threw his head back and laughed. The kid was the quickest study, and the most natural thing he’d ever seen. Brian let himself come, and watched as Justin swallowed, and swallowed, and then ran his tongue over Brian's softening cock, as if trying to get the little drippy parts of an ice cream cone on a summers day.
He had a very self-satisfied grin on his face when he moved himself to the top of the bed.
Brian smiled and as Justin leaned in for a kiss he let him.
Then they ate dinner and tried to memorize the rest of the crap dialogue before the shoot tomorrow.
Nothing was ever mentioned of Brian taking Justin home.
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