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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Four
When the scene was finished Brenda threw him his robe and Justin looked around for Brian but he was nowhere to be seen.
He wandered over to craft services, but wasn’t really hungry, he walked past Brian's dressing room and was about to knock on the door when he heard Chaz’s voice behind him.
“He left for the day, his scenes finished early.” Justin felt his stomach drop. Brian had just taken off without him.
“Hey, kiddo, he’ll be back tomorrow.”
Justin nodded quietly, went back to his closet of a dressing room, and changed quickly into his street clothes. Grabbed his bag and headed back to Daphne’s.
“So you’re really getting your own place?”
“Yeah, as soon as I get paid, I’ve been looking around, it’ll be small, but at least no one can kick me out.”
Daphne put her hand on her best friends back, you know, your mom calls every day to talk to you.
Justin rolled his eyes. “Yeah as long as I don’t come anywhere near the house, I’m fine.”
“It’s not that bad.”
Justin shook his head, “you didn’t see my dad Daph, he was…scary.”
“So what’s this guy Brian like?”
”He’s not like anything, I mean, he’s not like anything you’ve ever seen before, or anything I’ve ever seen before, he’s amazing, I mean, godlike amazing.”
Daphne snorted and Justin just glared. “You don’t understand, but…”
“So he really let you stay at his place for a couple of nights?”
”Yeah, it was late and I didn’t want to wake you.” Justin held back from mentioning that he had hoped it was more than that, but was mistaken.
“Do you have scenes to do tomorrow?”
”Yeah, I haven’t read the script yet, but Chaz said I had an 8:30 call.”
“Can I see the script?”
Justin pulled it out of his bag and handed it to Daphne.
“Holy shit!”
“What?”
”This part” she pointed.
“Oh we shot that already, that was the first scene I did.”
“You did this, I mean, you let him do this, didn’t it…hurt?”
”Well, yeah, but in a good way, and plus, a thousand bucks a week, not a bad trade off.”
Daphne flipped through the script wide eyed. “Did you do this yet?”
Justin glanced over to where her finger was pointing. “That’s the scene we shot today, it was totally hot.”
Daphne nodded, and continued to read, “This is really bad dialogue.”
“It’s gay porn what did you expect?”
”Justin!”
”What?”
”Are you gonna do this?”
Justin looked over and then grabbed the script out of her hand as he began to read what exactly his 8:30 call tomorrow entailed. He tried to seem nonchalant but his stomach had tightened into a knot. “Yeah, it’ll be fine, Brian won’t let me get hurt.”
“I thought Chaz was the director.”
“He is, but Brian's really good at making sure that…” Justin trailed off, and wondered if now that he’d proven he could handle himself, Brian wouldn’t be there for the scene, he wasn’t written into it except that there was a close up of Brian's face when he saw the scene. Justin knew enough by now to realize that Brian didn’t even have to be on the set that day to get the shot. He’d agreed to this, he’d go through with it.
What he wanted was to run to Brian's and show him the script, to ask him for help, to get him to make Chaz drop the scene, but he didn’t want to act like little kid.
Brian was nursing a beer and reading over tomorrow’s pages when he came across the scene for tomorrow. His shots were easy, a couple of close ups, and couple of quick trick in the bar scenes, pretty vanilla, pretty easy, and then he go to Justin’s stuff.
“God damn that fucking Chaz.”
He picked up the phone, and realized he had no idea how to find Justin. He’d left before the scene was completely wrapped for the day, and they’d never exactly exchanged phone numbers.
He wondered idly if Justin had read the script, if he had, he was surprised the kid wasn’t pounding on his door in terror. But then again, maybe he wasn’t as much a kid as he played. Maybe he’d been the one playing Brian all this time, putting on the schoolboy virgin act. Brian doubted he was that good, doubted anyone was.
He eventually passed out for the night, but not before setting his alarm early so that he could make sure he got there before the kid, he wanted to talk to Chaz.
“You can’t make him do this.”
Chaz handed Brian a cup of coffee and tried to say very little until the caffeine had worked it’s way through the man’s system. Nothing could be discussed rationally until then.
“It will be fine sweetheart.”
“Did you just fucking call me sweetheart.”
“Get over it, the scene will be beautiful, very tasteful.”
Brian snorted, “tasteful, right.”
Justin walked in to catch the tail end of the conversation.
“The kids not ready Chaz.”
There was a part of Justin that wanted to hug Brian close and thank him for saying exactly what he was feeling, and another that was angry.
“I’m not a kid, and if I signed on to do the scene, I’m gonna do it.” Justin said, his jaw set.
Brian saw the waver in his eyes, the way his body language denied the determined tone in his voice, but if he was going to insist, and Chaz was going to push, then Brian knew, there was no way he was gonna be able to do anything but mitigate the disaster he knew was coming.
Brian walked back to his dressing room, raising his eyebrows and making the slightest motion with his head that told Justin to follow him.
Chaz sighed, watching the two walk off together, wondering if their chemistry on and off screen might be more of a liability than he’d bargained for.
“Seems like we have this discussion daily but…you sure you’re up for this?”
”Yeah, I mean, it’s not that different from what I’ve done before right?”
“No I guess not, just, more of it.”
The lighting and sound guys were set, and Brenda pulled Justin into the middle of the set. It was designed to look dangerous, and the red background walls and black leather straps hanging from the ceiling accomplished that well.
Brian did that trying to look casual thing that he’d been so good at before he’d met Justin. Standing next to Chaz with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in another. “Who’d you get to run the scene?”
”Don.”
Brian nodded, he’s pretty safe I guess.
“Has he ever hurt you?” Chaz asked.
Brian shrugged, “I’m not a 17 year old kid without a clue.”
“Yeah well neither is Don he’ll be safe.”
Brian nodded, but didn’t move from his spot, Justin would be safe, Brian would be here to make sure of it.
They tied Justin's arms to the shackles over the bed and as he stood, feet firmly on the ground, Chaz reminded him to play the scene on the balls of his feet, as if he couldn’t stand. Justin nodded.
Brian watched as three men came on set. He recognized Don but not the other two. “Where’d you get them?”
“Meathook.”
Brian looked over at Chaz sharply, “You picked up actual leather daddy’s, those fuckers won’t…”
Chaz put a hand up to stop him, “Real leather tops are better at it than amateurs who are pretending and you know it, calm the fuck down, it’s not your ass in the sling.”
“No, it’s gonna be his.”
Brian watched as the two men approached Justin, and tried to ignore how hot the scene really was, one of them was eating his ass, and as Brian watched Justin's face, Chaz checked the monitor and saw the amazing close up’s they were getting. The other mans hands were everywhere, until he sank to his knees, taking Justin into his mouth.
Justin couldn’t believe the sensations, he opened his eyes and met Brian's gaze, and when he threw his head back again he imagined it was Brian's mouth on him, Brian fucking his ass with his tongue, Brian’s hands on his chest, his thighs, everywhere. He tried to focus on the feel of Brian, rather than the mediocre blow job he was getting from this guy, rather than the fact that he could hear the camera man’s heavy breathing as he moved in closer for a very personal shot of his ass. He was about to fall out of the moment when he felt the sting against his back.
His eyes opened wide, he let out a yelp, and then the sound came again. He knew this had been planned but he had assumed that the sounds would be added later, he wasn’t expecting to feel the leather strips sting against his back. He tried to pull his attention back to the tongue in his ass, back to the lips on his cock but the sound of the whip hitting his back was too much. His head fell forward, and he tried to focus on getting a facial expression that would show pleasure, but when the next slap came he grimaced.
“Yell cut or I will.” Brian said through gritted teeth.
“CUT!” Chaz yelled, and Brian, seeing Justin's tears no longer cared what anyone might think, he strode over and unhooked Justin from his bindings, pulling him close.
“Shhhh it’s okay.”
“Brian I’m sorry, I didn’t think, I mean, I read it but I thought it would be…” Justin trailed off, realizing what a fucking idiot he was, what made him think this scene would be any less real than any of the others.
“It’s okay,” Brian repeated, pulling the kid closer, taking the robe from Brenda and draping it over his shoulders.
The two walked off and Chaz called lunch.
Brian pulled the robe off of Justin's back once they were in his dressing room; he inspected the red welts and fought back the urge to kill Don. Fucking asshole, they hadn’t even prepared the kid for this.
He lightly kissed the red stripes and felt Justin jerk at the touch. He tried again, and this time Justin moaned a little. “Does it hurt too much?” Brian asked, running his fingers softly down Justin's back making sure Don hadn’t drawn any blood.
“Not really, I just, I guess I wasn’t ready for it. I mean…”
“Stop making excuses, we should have gone over the scenes again last night, I could have helped you.”
Justin turned around quickly, you would have…”
“No, helped you by telling Don what to do and not to.” Justin relaxed, it wasn’t that he had anything personal against the leather scene, and in truth, he could see where if he were prepared, if he had known what was coming, the situation might have been kinda hot, but he hadn’t and he’d felt completely out of control.
“What are we going to tell Chaz?”
“I’ll take care of this one”
“You’ve been taking care of all of them.”
”Yeah well, I’m a good Samaritan.”
Justin smiled. “I think it’s more than that.”
“Oh do you.” Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek, giving him a mocking glare. “Don’t flatter yourself, this is about….”
“A good movie, your career, money, yeah, you keep saying that.”
”And I mean it, we’re not a couple, we’re not lovers, you’re my co-star, that’s it.”
Justin's heart sank at the vehemence with which Brian spoke the words, but he tried not to show it.
“Put your clothes on, lets get out of here and get some lunch, we’ll finish the scene this afternoon.”
As they walked out together Brian’s arm around Justin’s shoulders, he pointedly ignored Chaz’s flustered shouts, and they stepped into the daylight, both squinting a little as they accustomed themselves to the brightness.
They walked a few blocks to a diner, Brian was apparently known everywhere on Liberty Avenue, he was greeted by several people as he guided Justin to an empty booth.
“And who’s this?” the waitress asked, addressing Brian. She had a shock of red hair and was wearing more colors and buttons than Justin had ever seen on anyone before.
“This is my co-star, Justin. Justin, This is Deb.”
”Co-star, shit Brian, this kid can’t be legal.”
Justin’s face turned bright red, and he almost bolted. Brian put a hand on his arm before he could take off.
“Deb, would I do that?”
”Yeah, you’re an asshole like that.”
Brian smiled, “he’s fine.”
Justin relaxed a little, the feel of Brian's hand on his arm, the way he seemed to be challenging the woman to argue with him, it all made Justin feel safer.
Deb shrugged, “If you say so, but…”
“I say so.” Brian said, cutting off whatever warning she was about to give.
“So what can I get you?” she turned her full attention to Justin, who ordered.
“She didn’t take your order.” He said after the Deb had walked away.
Brian shrugged, “She’ll bring me what she thinks I should eat.”
”Is she your mother?”
Brian laughed, “No, but almost.”
A few minutes later Deb placed a chicken salad sandwich, on whole wheat in front of Brian and a bacon cheeseburger fries and a coke in front of Justin. “Eat, you’re getting to skinny,” she said to Brian, who glared at her. Deb had that habit. She’d let him eat salads, and dry turkey sandwiches, for a while and eventually sneak in something with a few more calories, making sure that his primary source of nutrients wasn’t alcohol or coffee. Brian stole a fry off of Justin's plate.
After lunch Justin was a little nervous to return to the studio. Brian felt his anxiety and pulled the kid into the alley between the studio and the warehouse next door.
“You okay?”
Justin knew he’d been too much trouble on the shoot already and was concerned that Chaz was going to decide he wasn’t worth the effort. He swallowed hard.
“Yeah, I know what to expect now.”
Brian nodded. “If you’re not, just call my name.”
Justin looked at him questioningly, “it’ll be like your safe word. Just say Brian, and I’ll get Chaz to stop the scene. Here’s a tip, think of something painful, let that expression take over, and then as Don PRETENDS to hurt you, it’ll look more real.”
“It wasn’t pretend.” Justin's voice was almost a whisper.
“Yeah, I know, it was supposed to be, and it will be this time.” Brian's ground his back teeth together as he said it.
He and Justin tried to avoid the inquiring gazes upon their return. Chaz pulled Justin aside to talk to him and Brian stepped over to talk to Don. “He’s a kid, and he’s green, and he’s not ready for the real thing. He’ll fake it well, but you better be faking it too.”
Don looked up at Brian surprised. The two of them had filmed a couple of scenes together in the past, and he’d never seen Brian actually give a shit about what happened aside from making sure that his skin never got broken. Don saw Brian's expression and just nodded. He also knew Brian well enough to know when not to argue.
They started the scene from the top. Chaz was watching from the front but Brian who just didn’t want to see Justin's face while those two guys were working on him, also wanted to make sure that Don kept to his word.
It was a long afternoon, the scene was long and Brian refused to leave the set, concerned for Justin’s safety, but it was killing him watching them shoot the young blondes obvious enjoyment.
When Chaz finally called cut for the day Brian waited around for Justin.
Without a word he escorted him to his jeep and drove him back to the loft.
“Do we have a scene together tomorrow?”
Brian smiled “we have one together tonight.”
Justin's grin was too wide, too bright, you could read by it, and he leaned over and began to kiss Brian's neck, which only made him drive faster.
They were in the elevator, hands grappling with waistbands and jackets. Justin made a move to go down on Brian right there, but he pulled him back up.
“Patience.”
He unlocked the loft, and as soon as the door was shut had Justin pushed back against it, kissing his face, his neck, any skin he could find.
They shed their clothes quickly, dropping them, tossing them, in a frenzy to feel contact of skin against skin. And when their naked chests were together, their tongues dancing, their teeth clicking, Brian pulled Justin up. Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's waist instinctively and Brian carried him over to the kitchen island, where he lay Justin on his back and opened a drawer. Justin wondered briefly if there was anywhere in the house Brian didn’t have condoms stashed, but then his attention was pulled back.
Brian's hands were against his chest, tweaking at his nipples.
He had watched Justin all afternoon, watched those men make him gasp and moan, and now he wanted to make him beg, to feel his need, to know that Justin wanted him. He could stop, analyze this and realize it was insane, unhealthy and unlike him. But fuck, he just did. Not. Care.
He leaned in again, kissing Justin, who’s back was arched, his body thrusting towards Brian who was pushing his erection against Justin’s ass, but not entering him.
He wasn’t going to ask for Justin to beg, he was just going to bring him to the point of need so intense that he dropped all pretense.
Brian’s tongue found a nipple and then his teeth pulled at it. His hands ran down Justin's arched back, pulling his chest closer to his mouth. His head moved lower, leaving a hot trail of wet kisses down Justin's body. He wanted to bite, to take little nips and mark him but he knew that Chaz would never let him hear the end of it, so instead he blew across the hot wet skin, making Justin tremble.
His mouth moved lower as Justin wriggled trying to move the head of his cock closer to Brian's mouth but Brian expertly avoided his attempts. Instead he moved his mouth to those perfect, pale thighs, licking, kissing, caressing.
He stood up again, hearing Justin whimper and pushed himself against the boy again, kissing him hard. When he pulled up, the blue eyes that met his hazel ones were pleading. “Fuck me.”
Brian smiled, he was almost there. He kissed him again, pressing himself against Justin without entering. Justin tried to maneuver his body but Brian wouldn’t let him, he just kept moving his head, his mouth seemingly everywhere at once, on his neck, his ears, his shoulders, his nipples.
“Oh god Brian fuck me please”
Brian had heard what he needed, “you want me to fuck you?” he asked, as he pushed against Justin again, feeling the head of his steel hard cock press against Justin's hole, wanting to plunge into the boy with abandon but waiting.
“Oh god, I need you to, fuck me, please, fuck me, I want you inside me, I…”
Justin trailed off, out of words, just knowing that his need was all encompassing. Brian pushed himself in to the hilt and Justin moaned, deep, guttural, as if all the air had been pushed out of his body.
Brian didn’t move. He was savoring the feel of Justin around him, like warm velvet, and the look on Justin's face, his back arched, his head thrown back, mouth open, it was more than he’d given those fuckers this afternoon, and that’s what Brian had wanted, maybe even needed. To claim Justin as his again.
He began to move inside the blonde and the noises the kid made were enough to make anyone come. Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's waist, crossing them at the ankles and Brian pulled him up against him, chest to chest, buried deep inside him Brian walked him towards the bedroom, where he dropped him on his back, holding himself up on his long well defined arms, making sure not to crush him as he started to pound into him, Justin meeting Brian’s moves with each stroke.
He leaned his head up, trying to capture Brian's mouth, and eventually, Brian allowed him to, his tongue thrusting into Justin's mouth in rhythm with his body thrusting into Justin's ass.
“Brian” Justin moaned, as he felt himself about to come.
Brian recognized the sound, it was a plea, and he began to stroke Justin's leaking cock, running his thumb over the tip and using the precum to make his hand slide gracefully over the shaft.
His mouth, his hand, his cock, all moving in unison as he felt Justin's entire body seem to contract. He felt him suck in on his tongue as if he wanted it for his own, and the muscles contracting around his dick were doing so in a rippling rhythm that left Brian breathless. He felt Justin shoot, and didn’t stop. He continued to fuck him, watching his body shake with the aftershocks as he milked him for every last drop. And as Justin continued to suck on his tongue as if it were his cock, he gave in to the amazing feelings and came himself. His head leaning forward, his mouth lowering to rest on Justin's shoulder, his body convulsing in pleasure and then finally, the two of them were simply laying, spent, naked, sweaty, sticky, and together.
It was several minutes before either of them could speak.
“Thank you.”
Brian looked up and smiled, “Any time.” And they both laughed.
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