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Superstar

by Vamphile

For Paddies

Chapter Three

When Justin woke up in the morning his jaw was sore, but in a good way. They had fallen asleep running lines, and found himself again curled up against his co-star.

Brian had run lines with Justin until around midnight, when the kid started drifting. He just pulled the duvet over him and studied his lines a little longer before falling asleep. Almost as soon as he settled into bed the kid rolled over, throwing an arm across his chest, and settling his blonde head in the crook of Brian's shoulder. He grimaced and tried to ignore it as he went to sleep. But he slept better than he had in a while considering the lack of alcohol in his system.

This time the alarm went off on time. Brian got up and tried to rouse Justin, who seemed dead.

Justin, it seemed, was a heavy sleeper, and eventually Brian did manage to wake him, but only by throwing a wet towel at his head.

“Hey!”

“We’re gonna be late, take a shower, lets go.”

”Justin stood up groggily, and Brian tried not to notice that while rubbing his eyes with his fists and yawning widely looking like nothing more than an 8 year old boy, he also managed to look like the sexiest thing he’d seen in a while.

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose wondering if he’d become a pedophile by accident.

Justin saw Brian's aggravation and started to move a little more quickly. He jumped in the shower and started to talk nonstop through his morning ablutions

Brian, who was shaving, something apparently the kid didn’t need to do on a regular basis, listened to him and wondered if it was still illegal in PA to kill people for talking too much. Deciding he’d look it up later he just yelled over the shower noise. “Talk less, clean more, we’re late.”

Someday Justin would learn that anything he said was adorable, after Brian’s second cup of coffee. Someday he would learn that Brian HATED talking in the shower because the shower had two purposes, the second was to be clean, and the first had nothing to do with words. But for today Justin felt oddly hopeful and very chatty. He continued to regale Brian with the on set gossip he’d picked up yesterday. If Brian had been listening with more than half an ear he might have been amused and or interested, as he wasn’t as privy to the onset gossip usually because he was primary topic of conversation. Today, he just gritted his teeth and wondered if makeup could cover the red marks that would be left on Justin's face once he’d duct taped his mouth shut.

Finally Justin emerged, dripping wet, his pale skin a little pink from the heat of the water. At least the kid had lost that stupid modesty thing. He walked around the loft as comfortably naked as he did clothed, which was just fine with Brian, as he liked him either way.

“So today’s the locker room scene, you gonna be okay?”

Justin looked up, “what? Oh yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Justin wasn’t so sure though. So far, every scene he’d had was with Brian. This scene was about his character branching out, using what he’d learned from his older lover. This meant that he was now supposed to be cornered by one of the high school star athletes, and eventually be fucked by him, and then a mutual suck off. Brian was always really good at the eye contact thing, at keeping Justin's focus on what they were doing together so he didn’t have to focus on the cameras. Justin hoped he could keep that focus when he was with this other guy, an actor he had yet to meet.

Justin was excited by the prospect, he wasn’t going to lie to himself about it, but he was also scared.

When they showed up on set the buzz of conversation got a little lower. Brian knew they were talking about him, them, he and Justin. The tall brunette stayed aloof, not making a habit of hanging out with cast or crew. He came in, did his job, and left. The fact that he seemed to be inseparable from his new co star was the topic of a lot of speculation.

He shrugged it off. He didn’t give a fuck what they thought. He knew why he was helping the kid. (No he really didn’t) but he shrugged that off too and convinced himself it was to get the scenes right, to make this a decent flick that would pay off in the end.

He had a bunch of exterior shots, and a couple of back room scenes on the other side of the studio. He wanted to squeeze Justin's hand, to pull him towards him and make sure that he’d be okay with the coming scenes but he wouldn’t do it in front of an audience, and so he just said “later.”

“Later” Justin repeated and Brenda pulled him towards wardrobe.

Brian shot his scenes quickly and easily with second crew. They weren’t vital, and were pretty basic for a Brian Kinney Film, he walked into a bar, scanned for a likely prospect, moved with confident grace, ran his hand down the man, or men’s chests, and then let them worship his amazing talent.

The three guys Chaz had chosen were not bad looking, dark, cute smooth, and professional. They got the job done and he was wrapped by noon.

Brian went to craft services to get a cup of coffee, when he saw that they were just beginning to shoot the second part of the locker room scene. Apparently Justin was still having his dialogue issues, stumbling over lines, and losing confidence when he should be angry, but he seemed to be getting it now.

Brian stood next to Chaz, watching as Justin leaned in to kiss the other actor, who looked a little too old to still be in high school.

The scene was running well, Justin leaned in for a kiss, the guy leaned back as if not interested. Justin looks, hurt and confused, and then the other guy takes the reins. Kissing Justin.

Pulling his arms over his head, trapping them with one hand, pushing him back against the lockers. Brian looked up when he heard the rattle of the metal.

“Is he supposed to get that rough?” Brian asked, feigning boredom but never moving his eyes from Justin's face, trying to see he was in any pain.

“It’s supposed to be rough, the guy’s aggressive, but rather than fighting it out…” Chaz trailed off.

Brian nodded, clenching his jaw and continuing to watch, Chaz wanted this played aggressive, and Brian had never seen this guy they’d cast before, did he know how to make it look aggressive without actually hurting someone?

Nick, the other actor in the scene was doing his best to work with the kid, but he seemed more scared than turned on. He pushed him against the lockers and he fell back, a little harder than he’d expected. Nick didn’t want to stop the action if no one else was going to say anything about it, so he kept going.

He leaned in to kiss the blonde, an aggressive kiss, more taking than giving, and was wondering if the kid was acting scared or really was that scared, he’d heard rumors that they were working with a real live virgin, but he had heard rumors like that before, and saw no reason to think they were true this time.

He pulled Justin forward by his hips and turned him around against the lockers, holding his arms above his head with one hand per script direction. Justin winced, was this supposed to be played as a rape scene?

Brian watched Nick carefully, and saw Justin respond a little to his kiss, but when he turned him around and pushed him against the lockers the look on Justin's face was too much. His was squeezing his eyes shut, his face mashed against the lockers, biting his bottom lip, but not in the sensual way Brian had seen him do several times over the past two days but as if holding back from crying.

“CUT!”

Every eye in the studio turned to Brian. When he realized he’d yelled cut he was angry, at himself, at Chaz for hiring the fucking asshole who didn’t know how to play a scene without hurting his co star, and at Justin for not speaking up when someone was hurting him.

“What the Hell!” Chaz yelled, as he stared at Brian, who was already striding across the set, avoiding cables and wires with a grace he seemed unable to duplicate on the dance floor.

The actors were still in position, Justin pushed against the lockers, Nick’s hands trapping Justin's above his head. They both looked confused.

Brian, pushed against Nick’s chest, and the actor stumbled backwards. He pulled Justin to him, wrapping his arms around the kid. “You okay?”

Justin wanted to cry, to kiss Brian a thousand times for stopping the scene, to bury himself in the feel of Brian's naked chest, the rough but pleasurable feel of his naked body against Brian's denim legs, but he just nodded instead. “Yeah, I was just surprised I guess. I’ll be okay.”

“TAKE FIVE!” he heard Chaz yell, and suddenly Justin realized that the entire crew had their eyes trained on him.

“Chaz is going to be mad.”

“Fuck Chaz, he’s an asshole for hiring that guy.”

”It wasn’t nick’s fault, you said yourself sometimes things get out of hand on set.”

Brian led Justin back to his dressing room, handed him a robe and a bottle of water.

“I know they’re paying you, and I know you need the money, but if you’re not into it, you don’t have to do it, trust me, Chaz can work around it.”

“it’s not that I wasn’t into it, it’s just….”

“What?” Brian asked.

“Nothing it’s stupid.”

Brian shrugged “okay.” He didn’t pump people for information; in his experience they shared when they were ready.

“I got pushed into lockers a lot, you know, last year, when I was in school, when people found out that I’m…”

“A fag?” Brian asked

Justin gave a crooked smile, “yeah”

“Well we can change the scene, do it somewhere else, do it some other way.”

“No we can’t Chaz wants a locker room scene.”

Brian sighed, Chaz really DID want a locker room scene, and although he might be able to talk him out of it, in the long run, it would end up costing him a lot, owing Chaz favors meant that he’d have to cave on something else, like wardrobe or cast selection, and that could suck, and not in a positive and life affirming kind of way.

“Okay, lets do this.” Brian said “in all those times you were getting shoved into a locker, they were trying to hurt you right?”

”Yeah.” Justin said.

“okay, so this time you own the scene, this time, it’s your call, the guy doesn’t want to hurt you, he wants you, he wants to fuck you, to blow you, to get you off.” Justin smiled, “yeah” he said slowly, breathily.

Brian pushed down his arousal, and the tiny bit of …what the fuck was that, jealousy? Whatever it was he was feeling over Justin's reaction to another man wanting him like that.

“Fuck, I’m becoming a god damned lesbian” he thought to himself as he worked at blocking pictures of Justin being fucked by someone else out of his head.

He and Justin walked back on the set and the hum of conversation stopped. Brian walked up to Nick and leaned his face in close. “Be nice to the boy.”

Nick nodded.

Justin handed Brian his robe, and several people exchanged glances.

Brian fucking Kinney rarely showed up on time for his own scenes never came to watch others and now he’s playing wardrobe assistant to the amateur?

Nick and Justin replayed the scene, Brian still winced when he hit the lockers, but Justin seemed fine. Brian continued to watch closely as Nick turned him around, whispering in his ear, dialogue they’d loop in later. Justin nodded, and Nick rolled on a condom, pushing himself into Justin.

Justin felt better this time, Nick was being more gentle, and more importantly, he knew Brian was there, watching out for him. He opened his eyes as Nick pushed into him and his eyes met Brian's. Brian’s face was grim, intent, and Justin knew he was watching for any sign of pain. He didn’t want to piss Chaz off again, he didn’t want Brian to stop the cameras, and then , as he felt nick push past the first ring of muscle and slide himself deep, he didn’t want Brian to stop Nick.

Brian watched the change in expression. First there was a small tinge of fear, the kids face was as readable as a large print book, his eyes so fucking expressive that one day he’d either be a magnificent actor, or he’d never be able to act at all, Brian wasn’t sure which yet.

He watched his face change, from fear, to a twinge of pain. Brian gritted his teeth, he knew that was a part of it, that Nick was playing nice this time. Then he saw the passion, the pleasure, the desire in Justin's face as he forgot about the cameras, forgot about the crew, forgot about Brian, and lost himself in the feel of Nick, sliding into him, pushing all the way in and grinding his body against Justin's ass, making small circles.

Justin threw his head back, imagining it was Brian inside him, Brian creating the delicious feelings that were pulsing through him. It was if his heart beat with each push, his mouth was open and he gasped as his hand fell to his side and instinctively reached for Nick’s hip to guide him, to pull him closer, to keep him there longer.

Brian watched as Justin's mouth opened, his tongue licking his lips his head thrown back, his eyes closed. His hand moving to pull Nick further into him, closer. He knew the scene, Nick was going to fuck him, come and then go down on him, sucking him off against the lockers.

Brian convinced himself that he was headed back to the dressing room because he knew the kid was safe now.

There were a lot of people who would simply call what he was doing storming off.

Chapter Four

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