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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Seven
Brian went by the diner and picked up a couple of breakfast orders to go and was cornered by Debbie. “His mom’s looking for him.”
“Did you tell her you’d seen him?” he asked, giving her a sideways look.
”Not yet, but she’s got a right to know where he is.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
“Brian, she’s his mother, you don’t keep a mother from her son just to get your dick sucked,” reprimanded Debbie, pointing her finger at the taller man.
Brian's jaw clenched. “Leave it Deb, he has his reasons not to go back, and he can if he wants to, I’m not fucking holding him hostage.”
Debbie nodded, “I’ll let it go for now, but his mother has a right to know he’s okay.”
“Goodbye Deb,” he said with a smirk as he dropped cash on the counter and took the food back to the loft.
* * *
Justin ate with enthusiasm, “God I love waffles,” he said, barely understandable through the mouthful he was chewing on.
Brian just smiled, watching him plow through waffles, pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage. He looked up swallowing with some difficulty. “I think I’m full.”
Brian feigned shock, “Oh my god, maybe you’re dying.”
“Shut up, I’m still a growing boy.”
There was a knock at the door; it was Paul, Chaz’s personal assistant. “He wanted me to get the script to you ASAP. He said to tell you shooting starts in two days.” Brian took the script and shut the door before Paul could say anything else. Brian emptied the folder; there was a script, the standard contract he needed to sign and a letter sized envelope addressed to Justin. He handed it to him.
“What’s this?” asked the blonde, taking it and flipping it over.
“Probably your paycheck,” Brian replied, somewhat distractedly.
Justin's smile dropped a couple hundred watts. “Yeah, I guess I need to start looking for a place, and a job.”
Brian tried to pretend he was reading the new script; he knew that’s what the kid should do, knew it’s what made sense.
Justin's smile disappeared altogether when he saw the check. “Fuck, I fucking hate my mother.”
Brian looked up questioningly.
“I needed the two weeks pay for first last and security on a place,” Justin explained. “Plus I figured Chaz might be able to use me again, for something, but now I’ve got a fucking one week check, and no options.”
“You can stay here as long as you need to,” Brian said offhandedly. He wanted to grab Justin to tell him that he should stay for as long as he wanted, forever. Instead he looked back down at the script in his hand.
“Yeah well, that’s tonight, I don’t need to be here anymore, I have places to go, places I can stay.”
“Where?”
”My friend Daphne’s,” he said, as if it were the simplest thing on Earth.
”You think your mother won’t find you there?”
Justin shrugged. “I’m gonna have to go home eventually, I’m not 18 for another three weeks, so maybe I can put it off another week. Then they’ll only have the legal right to keep me there for two weeks. I can probably put up with my dad for two weeks.”
“Put up with your dad,” Brian said, looking up from the script, his brow creased.
“Yeah, I mean, avoid him, deal with him…”
“Let him beat the shit out of you again.”
Justin lowered his head. “It’s only a couple of weeks, and then I’ll be 18, which means that I’ll be legal for lots of legitimate work.”
“You’re not going back to your dad.”
“Brian, it’s okay, I probably won’t have to, I mean, Daph’s parents will let me stay a little bit longer, plus I mean, I have this check, I can get a hotel room or…” “You’re fucking staying here.”
Justin looked at him, “I can’t just stay here with you.”
“Why not?”
Justin had to come up with a reason, because he wanted nothing more than to stay here, but he knew Brian didn’t want him; he was keeping him out of pity. He wasn’t even sure what the man’s motives were, perhaps they were simply to fuck him again. Justin would love that, he admitted to himself, but somehow, staying with Brian just so he could be a convenient fuck felt wrong.
“I’ll be fine, Bri, I’m just gonna have to hang on for a few more weeks.”
“You’re not going back to your dad,” Brian repeated, ignoring all of Justin's inner turmoil, which was displayed clearly on his face. “The fucker hits you, you’re not going back.”
Justin didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to sneak around walking on eggshells, and trying to avoid his father in his own home, and he certainly didn’t want to end up hurt again. He just nodded. “I’ll stay if you want me to.”
“You’re staying.”
Justin was aware that Brian had never said that he wanted him to.
The rest of the day was spent talking about options, and fucking. The fucking was mind-blowing. The options were pissing Brian off.
* * *
Justin was reading the local alternative weekly paper, going over the help wanted ads. “I could make 100 bucks an hour as a cater waiter.”
“Naked,” Brian said, chuckling. “A Naked cater waiter.”
“Yeah, but so what?”
“It’s a bad idea.”
Justin circled the ad and moved on, “There’s a local porn site looking for twinks to feature.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “Can’t you just get a job as a waiter or at the gap like a normal teenager?”
”Um Brian?”
“Yes?”
“Do you remember that we met on the sound stage of an adult film where you then fucked me for the first time ever in front of like 20 other people, and a camera?”
“Your point?”
“Jerking off on a web page is no different, and it pays way better than the Gap.”
“Fine, go be a twink on a website,” Brian retorted, rolling his eyes. “I have to be on the set tomorrow anyway.”
“Can we go dancing tonight?” asked Justin as he moved a little bit closer to where Brian was still standing, looking over the new script.
”You want to go back to Babylon?”
”Unless you want to take me to Meat Hook.” Justin’s eyes were dancing with mischief as he said it, Brian could barely watch him dance with other guys at Babylon, he’d probably never let Justin out of arms reach at Meat Hook.
Brian let his expression stay blank, “Let’s just go with Babylon for now.”
Justin nodded; it was still early, only five. “Fuck, I have to go out.”
“Where are you going?”
”I have exactly two pairs of jeans and one t-shirt here if you haven’t noticed. I need a few things if I’m going to stay.”
Brian sighed. “I’ll go with you. You need someone with fashion sense and make you look decent.”
“My clothes are decent I just need more of them,” Justin pouted as he looked down at himself.
“Whatever, c’mon.”
And the two of them drove, far from Liberty Avenue; far from the suburban area where Justin lived to the other side of the city, and a large upscale shopping complex full of stores Justin had never heard of.
”Why here?”
“Your mom won’t check here, and it’s not the fucking Gap or Old Navy”
Justin looked down at his shirt, which did in fact say Old Navy on it. “They have some decent stuff there.”
“Yeah well they’ll have some decent stuff here too.”
* * *
It was several hours later when they finally emerged and returned their packages to the Jeep.
“Brian you didn’t have to buy me this stuff.”
“I wanted to, can’t go out with you looking like a refugee from the Gap window.”
“Would you shut the fuck up about the Gap?”
Brian nodded. “You look really hot in that,” he said, pulling Justin and his new leather jacket towards him.
“It feels really good on too,” agreed Justin, grinning as he was pulled closer and closer to Brian.
“It should, it was practically made for you.”
“Some things just fit right,” Justin said, as he pushed his body against Brian's to emphasize his point.
Brian drove them home in record speed and it was luck as much as anything else that they got home safely as Justin’s hand was clasped to Brian's thigh making light stroking movements through the entire drive that made most of the blood leave Brian's brain.
“Christ you take longer to get ready than I do.”
Justin emerged from the bedroom and Brian considered ditching the entire plan to go out for the evening to stay in with the blonde. He was wearing a pair of baby blue leather pants that matched his eyes, but what mattered more was that they molded to his body and showed off his considerable attributes. Paired with a shirt of the exact hue, which clung to his body in all the right places, his nipples visible through the almost sheer material…he was a vision.
Brian shook his head and pretended not to be affected by the outfit, or the blond who was sporting it somewhat self-consciously. “Is this okay?”
“We bought it for going out, and we’re going out.”
Justin nodded; tugging at the shirt, which only grazed the waist of the pants, meaning that each time he moved a tantalizing expanse of pale skin was exposed. Brian sighed as he watched him move towards the door. He wasn’t going to be able to let the kid out of his sight this evening.
They went in the back way again, although the way Justin looked, it was pointless, heads turned, eyes scanned, and mouths watered, it was a grand entrance no matter what door they used.
They made an amazing pair, Brian in all black, Justin in baby blue, tall and dark against pale and blonde. Together they were sex on four legs, and once in the club Justin felt surer of himself. He felt eyes on him, and after a few minutes and a couple of shots of Beam he also relished the feel of men’s hands grazing his ass, or his back as they walked by.
Brian pulled Justin closer. He saw the admiration in the eyes of the crowd, and felt their appreciation as they brushed past him.
It wasn’t that Brian didn’t have admirers of his own, but he knew how to handle them, and wasn’t particularly in the mood to handle any of them at the moment, but the constant parade of men who started to approach and then backed off when Brian glared at them over Justin’s head was something else.
They took their beers and Justin followed Brian as he joined a small group of men at the bar.
“Mikey, what are you doing here?” Brian asked.
”Why wouldn’t I be here?”
Brian shrugged, “You haven’t been around much.”
“Actually, I’ve been here it’s you who’s been missing in action.” Michael glanced over at the twink standing next to his best friend. “Is this the action?”
Brian smiled. “This is my co-star, Justin.”
“Ex, co star” Justin corrected.
Emmett raised his eyebrows and Ted started to say something but didn’t have a chance as Brian cut him off. “Whatever you’re going to say just shut up.”
Ted closed his mouth, used to Brian's rudeness, and simply smiled, taking another drink and scanning the room.
“Looking for your next rejection?” Brian asked. Ted sneered and before anything else was said.
Michael pulled Brian onto the dance floor.
Justin turned to watch as Emmett wrapped his arms around Justin. “They’re just old friends, nothing to worry about.”
“I’m not worried.” Justin said, “You have any more E?”
”Even if I did, I value my life too much to give it to you.”
“Brian,” Justin said, with a half smile. “He’s way too protective.”
“He’s just looking out for you sweetie.”
Justin couldn’t stand still any longer; he turned around, and pulled Emmett onto the dance floor with him.
Between the Beam, the beer, and the poppers that Emmett did have, Justin was flying. Again he felt as if the whole world could be his as he danced.
He knew men were watching him, wanting him, and it made him feel good, powerful, special. He also knew that Brian had barely taken his eyes off of him all night, which made him feel better, protected, and wanted.
Brian and Michael danced a few songs together; their easy rhythm after years of practice made Michael one of Brian's best dance partners, making him look far better than he was. Eventually a hot blonde with an amazing ass and a perfect face intercepted Michael, and the two of them danced a few songs before Brian saw them leave together. He smiled; Michael needed to get laid more.
He ordered another shot and a beer and watched as Justin danced awhile before coming back to the bar for a beer himself. They were talking about options when one of the go-go boys asked for assistance getting down. Justin's eyes bugged out when he saw how much money was tucked into the guy’s skimpy costume.
They chatted for a bit and Brian bit his tongue as Justin was led up to the boss’s office to talk to him about a job.
Justin came back down, smiling broadly. “I got a job.”
“Doing the books?”
He smacked Brian teasingly, “Dancing, Gary says I can make a couple thousand a week, which is more than Chaz was paying me.”
Brian nodded, “We’ll find a better option.”
“This is a great option, better than being a twink dot com, and I get to dance.”
Brian said nothing, downing the last of his beer and ordering another shot. The reality of the situation was starting to hit, the kid could go back to his dad. Not. An. Option. The kid could work for a sleazy website, or he could dance in a cage. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. There had to be an alternative.
* * *
When he finally got the squirming drunk boy home he was a giggling mess.
“Christ, did Emmett give you more E?”
”Nope, I’m just high on life, oh and beer, I like beer.” Justin giggled again and covered his mouth sloppily to quiet himself.
Brian nodded and grimaced. “I can tell.”
Justin began removing Brian's shirt, something he’d been trying to do all night. While at the club Brian had been able to keep his hands at bay but now in the loft, the blonde’s nimble fingers seemed to sear each new piece of skin they revealed, and Brian gave in to the pleasure of Justin's hands, and mouth.
He walked him backwards towards the bed, and Justin was leaning in and kissing his nipples, nibbling at them, and then taking long leisurely licks. “You know there’s still a lot you haven’t taught me.”
Brian raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
He helped pull Justin's shirt over his head, and Justin was wriggling out of the pale blue leather; he’d been wearing no underwear and his arousal was obvious.
“Oh lots of stuff,” Justin said, dropping his head and blushing a little.
“Such as…?” Brian asked, letting his voice trail off, highly amused that the kid wanted something he couldn’t even put into words.
Justin leaned forward standing on his tiptoes so that their mouths met, and his arms snaked around Brian's neck. “Toys,” Justin whispered hotly into his ear.
Brian laughed, and kissed him back. “You want to play?”
Justin's eyes were wide, and his blush was bright but as he nodded, Brian could see that his breathing was shallow and his lips red with passion.
“You um… have some, and I thought…” he trailed off.
“What did you think?”
”You could teach me.” Justin said, his drunken state making this a little bit easier.
Brian laughed again, “If you really want to learn, I suppose I could take the time to teach you.”
Justin's smile was wide, and his body trembling as he moved closer to Brian. “Teach me.”
Brian pushed Justin back against the bed where he fell, his arms out to the sides. “Don’t move.” Justin lay perfectly still, resisting the temptation to touch himself. Each moment was tortuous as he heard Brian moving about.
Brian started with something simple.
He wrapped velvet lined restraints on the boy’s wrists, the Velcro closures holding him firmly but not harshly, and tied his arms above him on a hook sunk deep into the wall for just such purposes.
He leaned in to kiss Justin, the pale skin against the black restraints making him look even more fragile. He ran his hands along his body, “Remember, I’m the teacher, I’m in control.” Justin nodded, his body arching towards Brian's hands.
“I could blindfold you,” he whispered into Justin's ear, “but I want you to watch.” Justin whimpered as Brian lightly ran a hand along Justin's aching hard on and then removed himself from the bed again, reaching down into a box next to the bed he pulled out a dildo, it was black, and large, bigger than anything Justin could imagine inside him, his eyes widened with fear.
“You don’t think you can take it?”
Justin shook his head, and Brian kissed him again, “I’ll bet you could.”
Justin shook his head more adamantly and Brian smiled again. “Good boy, know when to say no, that’s a gag prop, not meant for use.” Justin visibly relaxed, and Brian smiled at him again.
He flipped Justin over quickly, tightening the binds on his wrists just a bit so that the blonde crawled a little closer to the wall in order to release the pull on his arms.
Brian put a pillow under Justin's hips raising his ass.
Then he pulled out a small plug, three inches round, but longer than most, almost six inches long. He pushed it into Justin's mouth. Justin closed his eyes running his lips along the smooth surface.
“Lube it well,” Brian said and Justin realized what Brian had in mind. He did his best to coat the entire length with his own saliva, and when Brian thought he was ready he pushed the object slowly at the pink puckered hole while Justin gasped.
He pushed it inch by inch into Justin, watching the pale body swallow the black plastic plug, until it was fit snuggly into him, the ring of muscles holding it in place. He wiggled it a little to make sure it made small contact with his prostate and when Justin moaned and trembled he knew it was right where it should be.
He kissed him between his shoulder blades, working his mouth down his back until he laid a single kiss onto each round cheek of Justin’s ass.
Then he reached back down and pulled out a paddle, wide and wooden on one side, soft leather on the other. He ran it down Justin's back, and the boy tried to look over his shoulder to see what Brian was doing, but he couldn’t turn his head that far.
Brian moved the soft leather over the globes of his ass, and watched them quiver, and he pulled his arm back and let the paddle fall hard, watching the boy’s body buck as he jerked forward, his ass immediately turning an inviting shade of red. The paddle pushed the plug and Justin’s body felt like it was going to explode.
He rubbed it slowly with his hands whispering in Justin's ear, “Did you like that?”
Justin nodded, unable to explain it, sure he should have hated it, but then he felt it again, and again. Brian expertly flipped the paddle, sometimes hitting him with the soft leather, sometimes with the hard wood which stung more. But each time, it pushed the black plug against the sensitive bundle of nerves and made him cry out.
The sounds Justin was making weren’t intelligible, they were guttural and determining between pain and pleasure was no longer possible.
Justin pushed his head down to raise his ass higher. At first, each smack had hurt, each time the harder side came down he had yelped but now there was nothing but a shooting feeling of electricity as each stroke came down, he was rubbing his body against the pillow needing the friction but not able to satisfy his need completely, his back arched as Brian rained down blows upon him, and then, as quickly as it started it stopped.
Brian's hands were on his ass now, rubbing it gently, pulling out the plug and Justin made a soft mewling sound at the loss. He felt empty and Brian understood. He untied Justin's wrists and pulled the boy to him.
Justin straddled him, his face a little tear stained, his ass bright red and burning, and as Brian slid a condom on Justin impaled himself onto the older man. Brian's hands were massaging his burning ass cheeks as Justin put his feet flat against the frame of the bed and used all of his strength to raise and lower himself on Brian's shaft, his arms around Brian's neck. “Please touch me.” He moaned as he continued to fuck himself on Brian's lap. Brian obliged, amused and turned on by the desperate need in those blue eyes.
He stroked Justin, using his thumb and fingers and Justin's own precum to slide his hand up and down in rhythm with the boy’s movements until Justin threw his head back and shot. Brian leaned in, kissing his throat, his neck, his chest, whatever was available, thrusting his body into him more, watching as the aftershocks of his orgasm vibrated through the lithe little body. The ripple and tightness on Brian's dick was enough and sent him reeling with his own orgasm, hard and fast.
Finally Justin fell onto his back, legs still wrapped around Brian's waist, arms out at his sides, completely spent, sweaty, and smiling.
“I like toys.”
Brian laughed out loud and extricated himself from the boys legs, tossing out the condom and putting his own head near Justin's at the top of the bed.
Justin lay with his head on Brian's shoulder. “Can we do that again sometime?”
“Sure, all you have to do is ask.” Justin smiled and was asleep within minutes.
Brian knew he had things to consider, his own actions for one, his feelings for the boy another, but as he tried to puzzle it out, his body slipped into sleep. He’d worry about it tomorrow.
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