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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Six
Justin was more shaken by his mothers search than he wanted to let on but Brian could see it. The kid was fidgeting and couldn’t seem to sit in any one place for more than a couple of minutes before he would stand up, pace a bit and then sit back down.
Eventually he pulled a sketchbook out of his bag and seemed to settle into one spot, on the floor under the window, knees up, sketchbook on his lap, tongue visible as he bit on it in concentration. Once Brian saw that he seemed to have calmed down he moved on to his next step, which was the “figuring something out” part. He wanted to know if Justin’s parents had filed a runaway report or a missing persons report, he checked online but the public database of missing kids didn’t contain anyone fitting Justin's description.
He called Chaz.
“What’s going on?”
”Nothing new, we’re getting other shots done, and I have a script for you, for the next project.”
“You scrapping the last one?”
”No, but I may have to work the footage into something else, or do a massive re-write, I don’t think an entire set full of people are gonna be able to keep their mouth shut about this kid, not with that hair and those eyes.”
“You gonna use him again.”
”Not anytime soon, I got what I wanted, we’re gonna make a mint on what we’ve already have.”
Brian held back his anger. Chaz could be an absolute prick sometimes; he’d used the kid and then was willing to just throw him back.
“Got what you wanted.” Brian repeated.
Chaz belatedly realized how that sounded, “the footage I wanted. Look, I hired the kid to do a job, he did it, and now it’s done, I’ll pay him for the week, and he’ll find something else.”
”Yeah.” Brian said hanging up.
Hours later Brian was distracted from his reading by a loud grumble. He looked up and glanced at Justin whose face had turned bright red. “I guess I’m kinda hungry.”
His stomach growled again. Brian laughed.
“What do you want?”
“Oh I’ll make something” Justin started towards the kitchen, “we only bought stuff for dinner last night.”
“Oh yeah, um….”
“Pizza, Chinese, Thai, Mexican or Indian, that’s what I’ve got that delivers around here” he handed him a stack of takeout menus.
They ended up with Mexican, and Brian took a moment to marvel at the kid, he was a bottomless pit. Following three tacos and two burritos with a copious amount of nachos and rum.
Watching Justin lick the sour cream off of his fingers Brian was unable to stop himself, he took the hand and licked them clean himself.
Justin smiled, moving closer to Brian, until he was practically sitting on his lap, feeding him his fingers slowly as Brian sucked each one. He felt Justin's interest and he picked him up laying him flat on the sofa and crawling over the white leather arm on top of him. He felt the blondes breathing change and smiled almost sinisterly, but leaned in to kiss him and was rewarded with a hot waiting open mouth.
By the time they were finished Justin was on his knees against the back of the sofa, as Brian slammed into him, unable to stop himself. Justin wasn’t looking for Brian to stop any time soon, and met his every movement with one of his own, nothing mattering but the feel of Brian inside him, filling him, not just his ass, it felt like he was inside his entire body, like every nerve ending was being stretched out and played like a musical instrument. And when they came, Brian deep inside Justin and Justin with his dick stroking against the soft leather of the sofa they both collapsed, sweaty and sated, for the moment.
Brian glanced at the clock on the cable box; it was almost 10 “C’mon sunshine, we’re going out.”
“But…” Justin started to protest but Brian pulled him towards the shower and he stopped.
When they were both clean, Justin's skin pink from the heat of the shower, he was finally able to start the barrage of questions.
“Where are we going? What if my mom finds us? What about the shoot tomorrow?”
Brian threw a shirt at the kid, “put this on, we’re going out, you’re mom won’t be there, and no one there is going to be looking for you…in that kind of way, and we’ll worry about tomorrow tomorrow.”
Brian drove them a short way and parked on Liberty avenue, he pulled Justin behind him as they went down an alley and through a back door. He knew keeping a low profile would be impossible; making a dramatic entrance wasn’t what he was looking for.
Justin’s smile was broad when he felt the beat hit him, his body moving involuntarily to the music he began to move towards the dance floor. Brian grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back. Justin smiled wider trying to pull Brian with him. The bartender placed a drink in front of Brian he drank it and leaned back on the bar scanning the place for a likely prospect before he felt the most likely one pulling on his shirt. Brian joined him on the dance floor, and they moved together, but Brian couldn’t keep up with the kid, he was too bouncy, too energetic, and too fucking happy, he kissed his cheek and went back to the bar, watching as Justin danced with seemingly everyone and no one at once.
“Who’s the new blonde cutie?”
“My new co-star” Brian replied
“He’s adorable” Emmett said as he moved forward to take his turn dancing with the boy. Brian had an urge to pull him back but resisted it. He leaned against the bar and watched. Taking another drink he saw the Justin was in good hands, so to speak, with Emmett. Emmett knew better than to try anything with one of his co-stars, at least he hoped he did, and wouldn’t let anyone hurt the kid. He scanned the room again and found what he was looking for.
Brian stalked the guy moving in for the kill and it was too easy. A whisper in the ear, a hand sliding suggestively down the chest, a slight tug at the waistband and then he walked into the back room with no need check and see if the trick was following him. He kissed him hard and spun him around, watching Justin dance like that had done more for him than this guys kiss but it didn’t matter what the stimulus was, he knew what he wanted, and the guy was more than happy to give it.
He pulled the mans jeans down just below his ass and in a practiced motion pulled on a condom and pushed himself into him. It wasn’t the same, but he leaned in, trying to clear his head of the comparison between Justin and this random fuck. He leaned his forehead between the mans shoulder blades and pushed deeper and the trick moaned. Brian came quickly, and didn’t even bother to look back as he headed towards the bar.
His eyes had been scanning for Justin since he’d reentered the room but he couldn’t spot the small blonde, he was starting to panic when the kid walked up to him, beer in hand, Emmett following him. “Brian, I love this place.”
Brian smiled.
“I love this music” Justin added, “and I love you” he leaned in to kiss Brian who suddenly noticed the kid was more than just a little in love with everything. “What did you take?” he asked.
Justin shrugged, pulling Brian to the floor with him, but Brian wasn’t in the mood. “What did you take?” he repeated as Justin took of his shirt and handed it to Brian moving their bodies against each other.
Brian sighed, “Who gave you the E?”
“Emmett” Justin said, still bouncing, and Brian released him, relieved, and feeling guilty, he’d forgotten the kid didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know not to take candy from strangers, not to go outside or into the backroom with anyone. Fuck, it was like having a four year old running around at Halloween. He moved back to the bar and joined Emmett for a beer.
“Anyone else try to slip him anything?”
”Brian, I didn’t ‘slip’ him anything, I was being a good hostess, I shared”
“Not worried about you Em, you always have the good shit.”
Emmett smiled, “so why are you worried about, your Co-Star?” his tone making it clear that he thought the relationship might be more than that.
Brian took another drink, “He’s a kid.”
Emmett nodded, “A cute one.”
Brian smiled in spite of himself and watched as Justin continued to dance, the songs changed but the beat kept up and Justin swayed to the music, moving his body as if he were completely lost to anything other than the color of the lights, the sound of the music, and the feel of the hands all over him, ever changing feelings from ever changing partners, many of whom tried to pull him off the dance floor, but none succeeded. Justin had never felt like this before and was afraid if he moved off the floor he’d lose this sensation of freedom.
He hadn’t felt like this since when he was little and was sure if he swung high enough he’d touch the sky, and that’s how it was now, like if he just pushed a little more, danced to the next song, kept going he’d be free, he’d touch the sky, so each hand that tried to pull him away, tried to move him backward was rebuffed as he moved on to a partner who was willing to let him try for the clouds.
Brian watched, and several times almost took a step forward when it seemed one of Justin's dance partners wasn’t willing to take his no for an answer.
Emmett watched Brian, amused. He’d known the man for years, and had never seen him give a flying fuck about what anyone was doing on the floor unless he was stalking them, and then once he’d taken them to the back room or home, he went back to being unaware of their actions, or at the very least unconcerned, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off of Justin since his return. Emmett watched the man struggle, his hazel eyes staying blank but the muscle in his jaw working overtime when a guy tried to convince Justin to take things a little more private. But he’d kept his cool…for a while.
“He’s gonna get dehydrated, I’ll make sure he drinks this.” Brian said, grabbing the water he’d ordered and moving his way across the floor.
Justin saw him and his smile got wider. Brian wasn’t sure that was possible. He was holding his beer and the bottle of water. Justin reached immediately for the beer.
Brian chuckled but pulled it back and handed him the water. “I don’t want you to over do it.”
Justin smiled, draining the bottle and pulling Brian towards him. As Brian's hands slid around Justin's neck the cold bottom of the beer bottle hit his shoulder making him hiss at the sensation, his body pulling away from the cold and closer to Brian's chest.
The taller man grinned and switched the bottle to his other hand, eliciting the same reaction. Justin laughed this time but pulled closer until they were one moving entity. Brian Kinney cannot dance. It’s a well-known fact, but he can move, with a sexiness that makes anyone watching forget that it’s not really dancing. He held Justin as the boy writhed in his arms and when Justin turned around, wiggling his perfectly round ass against him, he didn’t release his hold, but rather tightened it.
He pulled Justin with him, ready to take him home, but Justin resisted, he wasn’t coming down yet and still felt like he might be able to touch the sky, and said as much.
“What?”
“I think I can reach the sky from here.”
“Christ how much did Emmett give you?”
Justin shrugged again, and ducked under Brian's arms to move more freely. Brian moved back to the bar to watch him, he’d wear himself out eventually…maybe.
“So how long have you two been working together.”
“Few days.”
“Is he any good?”
Brian raised his eyebrows at Emmett, “you thinking of taking him for a test run?”
He was doing his level best to remain detached, show the kids the ropes, and then let him go but the detached part was just not working.
“Far be it from me to move in on your action.”
“He’s not my action, I told you, he’s just a kid I’m working with.”
Emmett nodded, not believing a word of it.
Brian's eyes darkened when he saw someone’s arms snake around Justin's waist, a tall man with amazing abs and great shoulders was pulling him against his chest, and Justin smiled and continued to dance, the guy pulled a popper out of his pocket and Justin took a hit, his eyes rolling back and his movements becoming even more free.
When the broad chested asshole put something on his tongue and leaned in to kiss the boy Brian made his move.
“Fuck off.”
Justin was leaning his head back, about to accept the kiss when Brian appeared in front of him, and the broad chest and impeding kiss was forgotten as he moved towards Brian again, unaware of much else going on around him or the animosity between the two men. The guy swallowed the tab himself and Brian, too angry, or scared, but he decided angry was easier, to think pulled Justin across the floor out the door and had him in the jeep in record time.
“Brian, I was having fun”
“A little too much fun”
“There’s no such thing as too much fun, I love fun.”
“You love everything tonight.”
“Mmmmmm, everything’s really pretty tonight, you’re really pretty tonight.”
Brian smiled, but then remembered that he was pissed off “What the fuck were you doing.”
“I was touching the sky.”
“So you said.”
“But I really think I can reach it, I mean I can still reach it, if you drive real fast, will you drive me to the sky?”
Brian shook his head, realizing that nothing he said was going to make an impact until the kid came down.
“Lets go touch the sky Sunshine.” And he took them both back to the loft.
Justin was giggling, and talking about colors, and sounds and how colors made certain sounds. He was elaborating and trying to reproduce the sound of blue when Brian guided him into the loft.
He turned on the blue lights over the bed and turned out the rest of them, hoping to get the kid to pass out quickly and stop the incessant yammering and humming. No such luck.
“BLUE!”
“Yes the lights are blue”
“And they hum, hear?” Justin hummed with the lights.
Justin started to take off his clothes, tripping only slightly as he kicked off his shoes, throwing his shirt back at Brian, “I think this is yours.”
Brian's smiled, watching the blonde strip in and oddly graceful stagger. He also smiled when he saw that his little Sunshine was rock hard.
“You make me so hard, Brian, every time I see you I want to fuck you, I want you to fuck me, I want to fuck.”
“Very eloquent.”
“Fuck me.”
Justin was on his knees, moving across the bed towards Brian who was still fully clothed and somewhat bemused by the tweaked out little twink.
“I’m very pretty.” Justin said, running his hands down his waist, to emphasize his words.
“Yes very pretty.” Brian replied, trying not to laugh.
Justin moved closer and pulled on Brian's shirt, frowning at it. “Your shirt’s still on, I hate that.” He started to undo the buttons. Brian let him slide the sleeveless black shirt off of his shoulders, where it fell to the floor. “Mmmmmm that’s much better.” Justin said as his hands moved to Brian's pants, “I don’t like these either, they’re supposed to be somewhere else.”
“Where is that?” Brian asked, eyebrow up.
“Off of you.” Justin replied as he pulled the jeans over Brian's hips and gasped, “you’re not wearing any underwear, Good boy!”
Brian outright laughed this time. And stepped fully out of his jeans, he had to admit, the kid was fun like this and he was interested in seeing where this would go…okay, he amended to himself, he knew where this would go, he was interested in seeing how the kid planned to get it there.
Justin knew only one thing at the moment, he could touch the sky if Brian would just move a little bit closer, and so he pulled at his arm, feeling the electricity in his body coursing through him, feeling the soft glow and hum of the blue arouse him, feeling everything perfectly and just wanting one more thing, Brian inside him. He pulled Brian forward by the arm again and Brian took a step closer to the bed. Justin's mouth started working on his nipples.
“Mmmmmm they taste green.”
“Tastes have colors?”
Justin moaned against Brian's chest, “colors and sound, your tits taste green.” he giggled again, trying to hum the tune of green while also attempting to lure Brian onto the bed, but Brian stayed resolutely standing, watching Justin's antics.
Finally Justin seemed to pout and then a smile broke the clouds. He leaned in and kissed Brian, and then while working on Brian's neck and nibbling at the flesh just over his Adams apple, he put a finger into Brian's mouth.
Brian's half smile was becoming more a smirk of arousal. When Justin pushed a finger into his mouth he sucked on it, gently, swirling his tongue, and then he felt a second finger enter his mouth, and he still wasn’t sure what Justin was doing, or if Justin even knew what he was doing, but he was enjoying the sensations of the lithe compact body pressing against his. The twinks hot mouth mumbling colors and humming as it worked its way over his shoulders and chest and then back up to his neck and jaw line.
Brian closed his eyes, losing himself to the feeling for a moment and then it was gone.
When he opened his eyes to see where it had gone he took a quick intake of breath, Justin was still on his knees but had turned around, and began to finger himself, legs spread wide, head down on the mattress, pushing the fingers Brian had just sucked in and out of himself.
All Brian could hear him say between gasps was “do it myself.”
He lost whatever small amount of restraint he had left. The totally wanton image of Justin, so open and ready shot straight through him. He wanted to plunge into that tight pink hole the way Justin's finger were. He pulled a condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it on, and in one swift movement removed Justin's fingers and pushed himself in groaning as Justin's ass gripped around him.
Justin hissed with pleasure as Brian filled him and he smiled. “I’m too pretty not to fuck.”
Brian laughed, and agreed as he put his hands on Justin's hips and pulled him back further. Justin slid against the sheets as Brian pounded into him, pulling completely out and then pushing to the hilt again and again while Justin made incoherent sounds and occasionally named colors.
When Brian came, it was hard and long, and he continued to pump into Justin a few more times.
“Need to come Brian” Justin almost whined, “Need to touch the sky.”
Brian’s semi hard dick was still in his ass but he ran his palm over Justin's slit, feeling the precum and lubing his palm, the he held it there, against Justin's throbbing cock, knowing the kid was just moments from release. “Come for me sunshine.” he said as Justin began to move against Brian's outstretched palm, rocking himself back and forth, re-awakening Brian's arousal, inside him as he moved slowly, languorously against his hand “so close Brian.”
“I know, come for me.”
“So close.”
Brian felt Justin's movements get faster, more frantic, and he felt himself inside Justin, becoming harder, and when Justin finally came, against his hand, bucking himself against it, his muscles contracted and Brian moaned and came again.
Brian finally pulled out, hearing Justin's small mew of complaint with the loss, tossed the condom and lay on his back. The wanton little blond, a virgin just four days ago, curled his entire body around Brian's.
“Did you touch the sky Sunshine?”
He smiled, “Mmmmmm hmmm, and the clouds and the moon, it sings it’s own song”
Brian laughed, and lit a joint, “Here, it’ll help you come down.”
Justin inhaled deeply, and Brian handed him a bottle of water from the nightstand, “Now drink this.”
“You sooo love to take care of me.”
“I just don’t want you dehydrated and wigging out on me when you crash.”
“You watched me dance all night loooong because you thought I was gonna let someone else fuck me.”
Brian didn’t say a word.
“You care a whole bunch.”
“You’re tweaked you little twink.”
“I’m tweaked but you looove to protect me.”
Brian smiled, he was stoned, and that had to be why he was smiling and amused by this tweaked out little twink in his arms who was currently bogarting his stash. “Hey, share.”
Justin handed the joint back to Brian, “Tired Bri.”
“Sleep Sunshine.”
And he did.
Brian finished the joint, and considered the conversation they’d have to have in the morning, some ground rules. It was a conversation they should have had BEFORE he took him to Babylon but occasionally he forgot what a novice the kid was.
Eventually Brian slept too. He awoke to the feel of hands roaming his body, and smiled, Justin was one of the best alarm clocks ever.
“Whatcha doing?”
Justin blushed, “I’m um…”
Brian leaned his head back still groggy, “Didn’t say you should stop.”
Justin giggled and continued his exploration of Brian's body, hands, lips tongue, fingertips.
“We need to talk.” Brian said, eyes still closed.
Justin's heart jumped, his traverse down Brian's ribcage with his fingertips put on hold as he swallowed hard.
Brian looked up when the sensations stopped and when he met Justin's eyes he saw fear, almost terror.
“Hey, I said we need to talk, what’s so scary.”
“I know, it’s time for me to leave.”
Brian frowned “Who said anything about you leaving?”
“Well, we’re not working together anymore, and I ruined your fun last night…”
“When did you ruin my fun?”
Justin just shook his head, “You know, having to look after me.”
“Actually that turned out to be kinda fun.”
Justin smiled a little. “I know you have to go back to work, I mean, Chaz has another script for you to start on, and…”
Brian cut him off, “You don’t have to leave that’s not what we need to talk about.”
“Then what?”
“You could have gotten hurt last night.”
“Pfft, I was fine.”
“You were out of your mind.”
“So this is a don’t do drugs lecture?”
“No, this is a HOW to do drugs lecture, I shouldn’t have taken you there.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“Yeah but you weren’t ready, there are rules, you don’t follow them you’ll end up getting hurt.”
“I wasn’t gonna get hurt.”
“You were. Now listen to me.”
“You want to take E, or a popper or two, Fine, but drink lots of water, don’t mix it with alcohol or anything else and NEVER get it from anyone but me or Emmett.”
Justin nodded trying to take in the surreal aspects of the conversation; his lover/porn co-star was giving him a stern lecture on the dangers of drugs…from others. But not from him, or Emmett. He shook his head trying to clear it and Brian mistook the action.
“Don’t shake your head, listen to me, you don’t take shit from strangers and pretty men who tell you it’s ‘really good shit’ because in the end they don’t give a fuck about you. You need someone who’s going to make sure you’re okay.”
Justin tried to stay serious and nodded.
“Dance with anyone you want.”
“You can’t tell me who to dance with.”
”I just said you can dance with anyone you want, but don’t go to the back room with them, or anyone, you’re not ready.”
“Fuck you, I’m ready.”
“You’re not.”
“What about you?”
”What about me?”
“Do you have rules?”
“Yeah, I don’t take shit from strangers and don’t let you go to the backroom without me.”
“Brian it’s not like I’m gonna get dragged back there and…”
“Raped?” Brian looked directly into Justin's eyes this time, “Yeah it might be, little twinks like you are adorable, and most of the guys are safe and harmless and looking for a willing fuck, but there are guys who are less safe, or too stoned to notice that you’re not willing, and then you’re in trouble. I can’t protect you if I don’t know where you are.”
Justin nodded, “So if I’m going home with a guy tell you first.”
Justin had no intention of going anywhere with anyone other than Brian, especially the back room, and he knew that Brian was far more protective than he was willing to admit, but he was unprepared for the mans reaction to his last statement.
Brian heard him say it, casually, as if going back with someone else were no big deal, as if every encounter would be like theirs and he had a sudden image of Justin, his face in pain, panic in his eyes, trapped somewhere he didn’t want to be. His reaction was quick and clear.
“Fuck No. You don’t ever go back to their place, or take off with a stranger, ever.”
Brian was sitting up now, both his hands had found Justin's and their fingers were interlaced; he pulled Justin close and kissed him, “It’s too dangerous.”
“Brian, not everyone is out to get me.”
“Do me a favor?”
“Mmmmmm?”
”Pretend they are.”
Justin had been feeling good and somewhat self-satisfied, Brian obviously cared, deeply, even if he would never admit it out loud, but his last words pissed Justin off.
“Fuck you.” He said, launching himself away from Brian, “I’m not some stupid little faggot who has to live in fear of every big bad man on liberty avenue, I’m not gonna live that way.
Brian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Justin, still naked paced back and forth next to the bed. “You’re right, you shouldn’t have to live in fear.”
“Then why tell me to be afraid of everyone and everything, is that how you live?”
“No, and it shouldn’t be how you live either, I said it wrong, what I meant was be careful, and be smart, don’t go home with strangers, don’t take drugs from cute little Twinkies who don’t know good shit from bad, and don’t put yourself in a position where you’re not able to be in control.”
”You can’t control everything.”
“No, but you can make sure you’re never in a place where you can’t control anything.”
“So, drugs from you or Emmett, no trips to the back room without you and don’t go back to his place. Anything else?”
”Yeah, one thing.”
Justin looked at him questioningly, as Brian threw back the duvet to reveal his arousal at the mere sight of Justin, naked and pacing in front of him, “Could you do something about this?”
Justin giggled, and crawled across the bed to do something.
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