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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Five
The next day’s shoot was mostly exteriors, reactions, dialogue. It was boring, and tedious and somehow Brian’s touch kept affecting him, making it erotic and tantalizing and torturously sexy.
Brian kept his focus, at least he tried to, and if anyone noticed that he made a few more errors in his lines than usual, that his intense gaze seemed more intense, they were smart enough not to say anything about it.
At the end of the fourteen-hour day Brian walked by Justin's dressing room, noticing for the first time how small and bare it was, but thinking back to his first few films, he realized that a private dressing room at all was probably a luxury.
He leaned in the doorway, watching the blonde pull on a pair of faded jeans and the ugliest t-shirt he’d ever seen. “You ready?”
Justin’s back was to Brian and he took a moment to compose his features. He was relieved. They hadn’t spoken about plans after the days shooting and he didn’t want to assume but he knew what he did want, and that was Brian.
“Let me just grab my bag.”
The two walked out together getting into Brian's jeep.
“You want to eat out? It’s only…”Brian glanced at the clock on the dashboard “fuck, it’s 10:30, nothing’s open but the diner, and I just don’t feel like dealing with Deb right now.”
“I can cook.” Justin said
“If there were anything other than beer and possibly an apple in my fridge I’d tell you that would be perfect.”
“The market’s open, we could buy something.”
Brian nodded, pulling into the parking lot
They both blinked at the bright fluorescent lighting.
“So, what can you cook?”
“Oh, almost anything, my mom taught me.”
“Well, won’t you make a great little wife someday.”
Justin ignored the barb, “it beats take out every night.”
Brian said nothing as they headed down the aisles. He watched Justin choose vegetables and other sundry items carefully. When everything was rung up Justin was about to reach for his wallet when he realized he wasn’t actually sure he had enough cash to cover it. Brian stepped in front of him and swiped his card through the reader. “You cook, I’ll pay.”
Justin nodded.
When they got back each carrying a couple of bags, Justin started searching through the drawers for what he needed. “You know, for someone who doesn’t cook, you have a lot of expensive kitchen equipment.”
”Only the best.” Brian muttered as he poured himself a drink.
“You’re not allergic to anything are you?” Justin asked over his shoulder while chopping vegetables.
“Not that I know of, why, were you planning to kill me?”
Justin turned around and smiled, “actually I was trying to avoid it, but you never know when the information might come in handy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’m allergic to like, everything, so I have a list in case of emergencies.”
“Everything?”
”Stupid stuff, like Tylenol”
“No one’s allergic to Tylenol, that’s what they give you when you’re allergic to everything else.”
Justin shrugged and continued his meal prep, “well, I’m allergic to it, and penicillin and codeine, and flowers, and mushrooms, and blueberries, but not strawberries.”
Brian was amused, the kid was babbling, it was endearing. He poured himself another drink; “endearing…what the fuck, who thinks like that?” he shook his head, downing the double in a single gulp.
Justin sautéed the vegetables, and dumped the pasta into the now boiling water; he lowered the heat on the stove, and pulled a beer out of the fridge.
“Drinking at your age?”
Justin gave him a withering look. And Brian realized that now was a bad time to get fatherly on the kid, especially when he considered what he wanted to do to him after dinner.
Justin pulled his script out of his bag, and began to read the pages for tomorrow at the kitchen island while keeping an eye on dinner. Brian grabbed plates and silverware and kept one eye on Justin waiting for him to freak out. He hadn’t read the pages for the next day, but Justin had freaked over each scene so far.
Justin read carefully, trying to make sure he understood what he was reading, and trying not to freak. He’d freaked every day so far, and he was tired of looking like a lame ass amateur who couldn’t handle what he’d signed on for. He bit his bottom lip, his brow crinkled as he read the scene direction.
Brian put the glasses on the table and noticed Justin's expression. The pasta was about to boil over and Justin moved quickly, pouring it into the strainer. Brian took the opportunity to see what was on the agenda for the next day. He read the page and scowled. There was a chance that Chaz was doing this entire thing to fuck with him, just to see how far he could push him. But the script had been set before they’d hired the kid, so maybe not.
Justin put the pasta over the vegetables, grating Parmesan and Romano cheese into it, blending it together, and then filled two plates.
He brought them to the table and Brian sat across from him. They ate in silence for a minute. Brian was surprised, the food was good, he’d thought the kid was bluffing. Justin noticed that Brian seemed to be enjoying the food and relaxed.
“So do you want to talk about tomorrow now, or after dinner?”
“We don’t have to, I’ll be okay with it.”
Brian gave Justin a look that made him feel as if he could see directly into his head. “You’ll be okay with it?”
Justin shrugged.
“Lets play a game” Brian said, putting down his fork.
Justin looked, up smiling wickedly.
“Not that kind of game” Brian said “we’re going to pretend that a few days ago, you were a virgin who’d never really done any of this shit, and that I’ve done a lot of it, and therefore know what I’m talking about. In this particular game, you will stop trying to act as though it’s all okay, and then perpetually fall apart every time you get in over your head, and I’ll pretend that I’m willing to lend you a helping…hand, with the new stuff.”
Justin nodded not saying a word.
Okay, so in this part of the game we talk about the fact that you have not, in fact ever fucked a man, now, that’s an assumption on my part, is it true?”
Justin nodded again.
And in this game we are going to pretend that you have never fucked a man while being fucked, and having, Brian glanced down at the script sitting next to his plate, “at least four other men involved in some way.” Am I still under the proper assumption?”
Justin nodded again. He swallowed hard.
“So, in this little game we’re playing, first you need to figure out what you’re doing so you don’t hurt your scene mate, who, I can’t help but notice, is me.” Justin's eyes widened, he hadn’t gotten that far in the pages.
“They want me to fuck you?”
”Why do you look surprised?”
”Well, I just, I mean I figured…”
“Yeah, I understand, but you also have to understand that I’m very versatile when it comes to ten grand a week.”
Justin swallowed harder “you make ten grand a week?”
Brian rolled his eyes, “yeah, apparently I’m big in the flyover states.”
Justin licked his lips; “I’d say you’re big in any state in the union.”
Brian groaned. “I’m going to be nice and pretend you didn’t just make the stupidest joke ever.”
Justin smiled again, practically bouncing off his seat, he looked like a kid on Christmas, and Brian wondered if the kid would even make it to the bed let alone inside him before he came.
‘Now, we’re going to put away the rest of dinner, and move on to rehearsal, are you ready?”
Justin nodded, trying to look serious, but he was smiling too wide and it didn’t work. Brian snorted a half laugh and took the plates from the table.
Once the dishes were in the dishwasher, and the kitchen was clean they moved to the bedroom. Justin was nervous and Brian was not thrilled that he had to break the kid in on this particular task. He considered calling someone, guiding him, and then felt an odd surge as he pictured the blonde’s small delicate hands on someone else’s hips. Nope, it would be him.
He pulled Justin onto the bed, slowly removing the ugly t-shirt, and the faded jeans. Leaving him in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his hard on defined by the clingy cotton material.
He stripped off his shirt and dropped his own black jeans to the floor standing naked and at full attention over the boy.
The first thing to remember, he whispered, as he leaned over Justin, kissing his shell like ear, licking along the curled lobe, is to make sure you’re partner is ready, or you’ll hurt them. He pushed a dry finger at Justin's hole and watched as the boy winced a little. “See, and that’s just a finger.”
He moved the same finger to Justin's mouth, and the boy sucked on it, leaving it wet and warm, Brian pushed the same finger fully into Justin and his body took it inside, he wriggled against it, wanting more. “See, the difference?”
Justin nodded. Whimpering a little as Brian moved his finger in and out of him.
He pulled his finger out completely and Justin let out a small mew of disappointment. He rolled Justin over and straddled the boy’s thighs. “If you allow your partner to relax”
He said, splaying his hand just above his lower back and making small but firm circles with his thumb at the little curved spot where his back became a perfect bubble butt, “then you can go deeper, and you’ll both enjoy it more.”
Justin was thrusting his hips upwards, wanting more than just Brian's touch.
“If you warm the lube on your fingers first” he said, his voice deep with passion, but wanting to make sure Justin heard every word “your partner will thank you.” He leaned forward and popped the top of the lube bottle next to Justin's ear. He spread some on his fingers, and moved them together until it was warmer. Trailing his fingers lightly down Justin's back, leaving a glistening line wherever he touched him, he slowly pushed two fingers into him.
Justin breathed deeply and exhaled with a moan. “And if you stretch your partner out like this” Brian said, scissoring his fingers back and forth inside Justin, turning his hand and doing it again, while Justin rode his fingers, seemingly trying to pull his entire hand inside him, “then even a cock as big as yours won’t hurt.”
Brian grabbed a condom packet and tore it open with his teeth, rolling onto himself and using some of the residual lube on the tip. “I shouldn’t have to tell you, but NEVER fuck someone without a condom, and never let anyone fuck you without one, no matter what they offer you. Not for love, and not for money.”
“Did you hear me?”
Justin was beyond thinking. There was no response
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes, never without a condom, not for love or money.”
Justin accentuated each word with a thrust of his hips. He wanted Brian inside him.
Brian was amused at his need, and turned on by it. He pulled Justin up to his knees, pulling the pale back, that still showed a few residual marks from Don’s misguided actions, against his chest. He pushed into Justin, who pushed back, letting out a deep growl as his ass took all of Brian inside him.
“Now” Brian whispered in his ear “it’s important to give your partner time to adjust. You don’t just start fucking right away.” Justin was trying to listen but he didn’t need time to adjust, he needed to feel Brian pound into him. He pulled forward and pushed back again. Brian laughed, “of course some partners will be over anxious” and with that he began to fuck in earnest, Justin leaning his head back and listening as Brian whispered everything he was doing while he did it.
Justin knew he should be paying attention, taking notes, whatever, but he wanted to scream at Brian to shut the fuck up. He turned his head trying to kiss the man, hoping that would get him to stop talking but Brian leaned his head away, leaning in over Justin, pushing them down against the mattress.
Brian angled himself differently and swept his cock against Justin's prostate making him yelp in pleasure. “That’s the sweet spot” Brian said, if you hit it right, there’s nothing but absolute pleasure, he punctuated the phrase with a hard stab at it that brought tears of pleasure to Justin's eyes as he bit at the pillow in front of him.
Brian moved his hand to Justin's cock, stroking it, fisting it, feeling the boy ready to shoot. “Come for me” he whispered into Justin's ear, and he did. As he was coming Brian continued his attack on Justin's sweet spot, swiping against it, pulling back and hitting it, only to swipe against it again. Soon he buried himself into Justin moving just slightly so the head of his dick was simply stroking Justin's prostate as the aftershocks of his orgasm make his legs tremble and uncontrolled sounds were ripped from him. When Brian came, still deep inside the boy, he threw his head back and knew that there was something different about it. He refused to acknowledge it at the moment. The lesson was far from over.
It was several minutes before Justin could even contemplate moving. He finally rolled over and sat up. Brian was laying on his back, he’d lit a cigarette and was simply waiting for the boy to recover.
Justin reached over Brian, grabbing a cigarette from his pack. He lit it, took a long drag, and almost choked. Brian laughed. “Do you even smoke?”
”Sometimes” Justin said. Taking another smaller inhale this time. His hands still shaking.
“That was… I mean…”
“Yeah, I know” Brian said, he didn’t need the kid to tell him he was a great fuck, he was paid thousands for the fact.
Once both cigarettes were extinguished, Brian rolled over, handing a condom and the lube to Justin. “Let’s see what you’ve learned.”
Brian rarely bottomed, He’d read the scene and understood why Chaz thought it was necessary, plus there was usually one obligatory bottoming scene in most of his movies, it was about giving the audience what they wanted, but not since he was a kid, probably about Justin's age, had he taken it up the ass for anything other than money. The kid didn’t need to know that though.
Justin was careful; he tried to remember each step. First he rubbed the lube onto his fingers, warming it up before pushing a finger inside Brian. “Shit, I was supposed to help you relax.” Brian chuckled, “I think you did that earlier.”
Justin was suddenly captivated. He’d never expected it to feel so…. There were no words, his fingers worked their way inside Brian as he tried to scissor them the way the brunette had for him. Brian was obviously enjoying the attention, his back arched, his ass made more available. Justin used one hand to ready Brian and the other to massage up and down the mans back, making the small circles at the small of his back the way he’d forgotten to earlier.
He put the condom on, and leaned over the man, putting his head at the entrance, forcing himself to think about dead puppies and starving third world babies, or anything that would keep him from coming before he even got started. He pushed a little at the hole and felt resistance.
Brian felt him hesitate. “Go slow, you won’t hurt me” and Justin pushed past the first ring of muscle. He gasped. So tight, so hot, so good. He pushed in all the way, and Brian yelped. “I said go slow.”
“I’m sorry, oh god, I’m…”
Brian took a deep breath, his patience returning, “it’s okay, now, just stay still for a moment, your partner will let you know when he’s ready.
Justin leaned against Brian, holding himself up on his arms, waiting. Brian enjoyed this. He felt the initial stretch and pinch, and then the warm soothing feeling of being filled by Justin. He wanted to push back against him, to ride his hard thick shaft, but he decided to hold off just a little longer, see how long Justin could wait.
Justin was trying to repeat the alphabet backwards in his head. He felt Brian's muscles clamp around him, but knew it still wasn’t time. It felt like hours, like days, like a lifetime, and finally, Brian started to move under him, and Justin began to pull back, and slide back in, remembering to run his hands along Brian's back, and was amazed when he actually did sink in a little further. Brian pushed up against him until they were both on their knees; Brian's head buried into the pillows, Justin head thrown back.
He tried to remember everything Brian had taught him, moving himself inside, changing angles just slightly until he felt it. The sweet spot. He pushed against it and Brian let out a low moan. Justin knew he had found it. He grazed against it, and then pulled away, pumping into Brian, hard and fast, Brian pushing back against him. He found the spot again, and pressed into it the way the other man had, slamming his balls against Brian's ass, and staying inside him, rocking back and forth, each motion stroking at Brian's prostate until, to both their amazement Brian came, hard and fast, without touching himself, Justin's hands firmly on Brian's hips, nowhere near his dick.
Justin pushed it into overdrive, pulling out almost entirely and then pushing back in, stroking again and again against the very spot that made Brian come, feeling Brian's body buck and shake. Justin was in control of Brian's body and the power was heady, and he came, hard, deep inside him. Staying like that for several moments until he was finally soft enough to pull out slowly. He was rewarded with a small gasp of loss as he removed himself completely from Brian, tying off the used condom and dropping it in the trash.
He crawled up the bed only to find his mouth claimed by Brian's as their tongues battled and danced, and their hands groped and explored. When they finally separated again, sweaty and spent, Justin lay his head on Brian's shoulder. “You are amazing.”
Brian smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself kid.”
The next morning the set was almost empty. Brian approached Chaz. “What’s up?”
”Something’s happened.”
“We being investigated again?”
“No, the kids mother’s looking for him.”
Brian gritted his teeth, “they’re looking for him?”
Chaz shrugged, “We’re gonna have to take him off the set for a while, if his mom’s looking for him, it’s too high profile, we’ll get shut down for sure.”
Brian nodded. “I’ll keep him at my place.”
Chaz’s head almost snapped off he spun his head so quickly, “you’re gonna hide the kid from his mother?”
“Not if he doesn’t want to be hidden, but he can stay with me until you pay him and he can get his own place.” Brian looked at Chaz pointedly, “it’s not his fault shooting’s delayed, you will still be paying him.”
Chaz hadn’t planned on it but the look in Brian's eyes made him change his mind quickly. “Of course.” Brian nodded and walked away.
“We have the day off, let’s go.”
“Justin was full of questions but bit his lip and followed Brian. “Stay here, I’m bringing the jeep around back.”
Justin nodded and when Brian appeared again, he followed him out to the car. They drove back to the loft, and when they were inside and the door was locked Justin finally spoke.
“What’s with all the cloak and dagger stuff?”
“Your mom is looking for you.”
“What? Where? When?”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose, and realized the kid had looked less scared during their first scene. “It’s okay, you don’t have to go back, I just wanted to give you the option, but she’s got your picture circulating around Liberty Avenue, so it’s gonna take a couple of days for people to forget.”
“I’m not going home.”
“No one said you have to. Chaz will cut you a check next week, you’ll be able to get place of your own.”
Justin nodded, “Right, a place of my own, but…”
“Yeah, you can stay here in the meantime.”
Justin sat down, “fuck.”
“Well from all accounts your mom’s not mad, she’s worried, you could call her.”
“I’m not calling her, she can fucking die.” The venom in his voice concerned Brian. “Hey, no one said you ever have to talk to her again, I have a mother, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
“She’s a piece of work, wants me home, right, she’s the one who told me to leave in the first place.”
Brian didn’t say anything, he poured himself a drink a lit a cigarette, hell it was early for a drink but family drama brought out the need strongly.
“She told me that if I wanted to avoid my dad anymore I’d have to leave.”
“Anymore?”
”He was really angry when he found out, afraid his having a queer son would get in the way of his country club membership or something.” Brian felt his stomach knot, he knew where this story was going before Justin even continued.
“Beat the shit out of me, took a couple of weeks before the bruises healed, when I came home, hoping my mom could reason with him, she said she couldn’t, said she wouldn’t, has a family to protect and blah blah blah, so I stayed at Daph’s and started looking for work.”
“How bad?” Brian didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to know, wanted to pull the words back into his mouth before they were out.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle, bruised rib, split lip, the usual bullshit, I’m fine now, just not fucking going back to that bitch or my fucking father.”
Brian nodded, wondering if it was still illegal in Pennsylvania to kill men just for sport. “Well, you’re okay now.”
“Yeah, but Chaz won’t be able to use me again, not if my mom’s going all high profile.”
“We’ll figure something out.”
Justin picked up Brian's drink and downed it, “Fuck it, I’ve got the paperwork that says I’m 21, I’ll be able to find work somewhere, another film, a porn site.”
Brian refilled the glass and downed it, pretending that was an excellent alternative. The kid, in a film, on a set where he had no control. “We’ll figure something out.” He repeated.
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