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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Eight
Neither of them woke up 'til mid afternoon. Brian had another day 'til he was expected back on the set, and Justin was supposed to be at the club at eight to finish paperwork and dance 9-3 he was excited, Brian less so.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?”
Justin shrugged.
“Did you finish school?”
“Kinda”
“How does one Kind of finish school?”
“Well, I decided I was finished going.”
”So you just stopped, going.”
Justin shrugged again, “what’s the point?”
He shook his head, it really was a no win situation. The kid couldn’t go back home, he couldn’t work for Chaz, school wasn’t really an option, at least not until he was 18, three weeks.
Justin’s first night at Babylon went as well as could be expected. His costume was skimpy and simple, a tight pair of shorts, mostly spandex, leaving little if anything to the imagination. He was dancing, losing himself in the rhythm of the beat. Enjoying the feel of warm hands grazing down his body as they deposited money into his waistband. He was aware of Brian watching, and for the most part was moving just for the man but sometimes he simply closed his eyes, threw his head back and let himself forget that this was for the money, that none of the hands that were touching him cared about anything but his soft skin, his blonde hair, his hot ass, and his cock. He teased them and taunted them, allowing hands to roam, but only briefly lower than his waistband.
Brian watched, teeth clenched, until he couldn’t take it anymore, he found a willing partner and took him to the back room, pushing the man roughly against a wall and entering him so quickly the guy grunted in pain. Brian waited, allowing the trick to adjust to being filled by him and then began to fuck in earnest, paying attention to the responses of the guys body, to the feel of the hard chest and washboard stomach as his hands pushed up the tricks shirt, pinching and teasing his nipples, until he finally took pity on the moaning mass of flesh before him and stroked this little willing partner in time to his own thrusts until he came. Brian followed soon after, and returned from the back room feeling somewhat relieved of the tension.
Justin watched Brian take the man into the back room, and watched him emerge, shutting his eyes to the pain and taking extra effort to entice the hundreds of men who wanted him instead of the one man who didn’t mind fucking him sometimes. He knew Brian fucked for a living, and fucked for fun, and now he got to be there, with front row seats.
When he yawned, Gary, or “Sap” as Brian called him pulled him aside, handing him a glass of water.
“You need a little something to get you through?”
Justin shook his head, “I’m fine, and just need a couple minutes more and I’ll be back on the floor.”
Gary nodded. “Finish your water, you don’t want to get dehydrated.”
Justin flashed back to a hazy memory of Brian, saying the same thing. He moved purposefully back to his spot off of the main catwalk, and continued his job.
He saw Brian go twice more to the back room, but minded less this time. The music was really carrying him and the lights were brighter than usual, there were several in blue directly overhead, making Justin think of other blue lights, ones that cast the bedroom in a glow of passion and calm, and sexy heat. These were just throwing heat, and he began to dance with abandon, sweat dripping down his skin, his head fuzzy and floating.
Brian had seen Sap pull Justin aside, seen him take care of the kid and seen Justin respond with a smile and then begin to dance again. It was almost two when Brian left, not wanting to seem like some kind of groupie boyfriend, he knew Justin was coming back to the loft, and from the smile on his face he seemed to be enjoying his new employ.
Justin felt as much as saw Brian leave and felt like he should be relieved that he seemed to be heading home alone. He was angry, but he also tried to convince himself that he understood. They were not lovers, or married, they’d known each other for less than a week, he had no right to ask Brian to change his life, and he knew the man was going back to the set tomorrow, to fuck numerous nameless faceless men, jealousy was a ridiculous emotion for their situation.
When the night was finally over he counted the money he’d been given and was disappointed to find it was not as much as he’d been promised, 90 or so dollars.
“So what did you think of your first night?”
Justin's head was feeling cloudy; he was tired, he guessed. Gary gave him another glass of water with both a lemon and lime floating at the top, which is, Justin imagined, why it tasted bitter rather than refreshing.
“It was fine, but the tips aren’t what you’d said they’d be.”
“Well for the real money you need to dance closer to the action, on the bar, or one of the light stages.”
“So let me do that.” Justin's head was spinning again, and his body was swaying to a beat that at this point only he could hear.
“In a few months, you’ll be able to work your way up.”
“Fuck Sa..I mean Gary, I don’t have a few months.”
“Well, maybe we can work something out.”
Gary was a stocky man with long hair that always looked like it needed a good shampoo and his voice was odd, raspy, and Justin was finding it incredibly erotic.
“What can we work out?”
Gary moved forward, his hands caressing the boys smooth young chest, tweaking at the nipples, and then running his fingers demandingly down his torso until they rubbed against Justin’s cock, still clad in the spandex costume. “Well, I’ve got a couple of VIP’s visiting, I’m sure if you give them some time, they’d be…Grateful.” Justin shook his head, backing away. Gary grinned lasciviously at Justin's arousal from his earlier handiwork. “You sure, I’d only need you for about an hour, and there’s good money to be made.” He leaned in further, licking and suckling one of Justin’s nipples, feeling the boy respond. He was pleased that the kid was so easily susceptible to GHB, his body so willing and ready once he was dosed.
Justin allowed himself to be pulled towards a curtained off area above the catwalk, and was greeted by two men, neither ugly, nor particularly attractive, both a little old for his tastes. “Take care of them,” Gary said, pushing Justin further into the lounge area, laid out with several velvet couches and a well-stocked table full of drugs and liquor.
Justin wanted to run, but one of the men pulled him forward further, pouring him a drink. Justin drank it greedily, his mouth was dry, he was scared. He looked around for room to dance, and started to sway to the soft beat that was thumping into a separate sound system.
The men watched as the boy threw his head back, swaying to the beat, rocking his hips. His hard cock visible through the spandex. The taller of the two men, with gray hair at the temples, wearing a business suit pulled him by the waistband closer to him and then the other guy, shorter, darker, wearing jeans and a button down shirt, untucked, was behind him.
Their hands were everywhere as Justin danced for them, and with them. He closed his eyes to the images of Brian pulling a guy into the backroom. The flash of a smirk he’d seemed to direct at Justin as he emerged. He felt himself being pushed, and found himself on his knees, the gray templed man’s pants undone, his cock pushing against Justin's mouth.
Justin smelled him, and wrinkled his nose, trying to back away, but the man behind him had a hand on either side of his hips, and the cock at his mouth was being brushed against his face, and then pushed more persistently at his lips. “Open up little boy” he heard and as a hand ran down his back, he did just that, welcoming the hard prick into his mouth. Using everything Brian had taught him to suckle and tease and please the man before him. He looked up and saw the grin of satisfaction on the mans face, and then felt his shorts being removed. They were pulled down to his knees, and could go no further as he was now on his hands and knees, allowing the sensations of the hot hard member in his mouth to let him forget about who Brian might have done this with tonight, and how many times.
The man in back inserted a lubed finger into his ass, and Justin shuddered, moaning around the dick in his mouth and pushing himself back against the intrusion.
“The kid is made for this.” The shorter man said, continuing to watch in fascination as Justin fucked himself on one then two fingers. Soon he felt the head of a hard shaft pressing against him and he groaned again, wanting to be filled, wanting to feel Brian inside him, knowing he wouldn’t tonight. Brian was home, asleep, fucked out, sated. And he was working.
He pushed himself back and felt the man push inside. He was stretched. The cock wasn’t as long as Brian's, but it was thick and the pinch and burn of entry made Justin whimper a little. The guy gave Justin no time to adjust; he began pounding into him in earnest. Fucking him hard, and Justin concentrated on pleasing milking the man in his mouth to orgasm while he fucked back against the painful thrusting in his ass.
Soon he was rewarded with ropey come, but not down his throat, the man pulled out, rubbing his hard and ready member against Justin's face and hair for a few seconds, and then came, Justin opened his mouth, throwing his head back, trying to catch the reward as it splattered hot and sticky against his face. And as he moved he felt the man behind him start to quicken his pace. Justin on his knees now, back against the chest of the hairy man inside him ran his hand to his own ignored erection, moving his hand up and down in quick strokes, wanting to come, needing the release. His head spun, his body ached for it and as he came he clamped down on the thick shaft invading him, pulling the man to orgasm as his body convulsed in pleasure.
The man he’d blown ran a finger down Justin's chest, scooping a good amount of Justin's come off of it, and then flicked a finger across Justin's check mixing their seed together. He offered the finger to Justin who sucked it greedily. And when the two were done they walked away, clothing rearranged.
It was then that Justin noticed Sap, sitting in a chair, his dick in his hand, obviously having enjoyed the show, his own come on his hand and shirt. The men dropped something into Gary’s lap and walked away. Justin stayed down, his spandex shorts still at his knees. He pulled them up quickly, suddenly becoming aware of who he was and what he’d done. Sap pressed several crisp bills into his hand, kissing Justin's cheek.
“You did great kid, you’re gonna be fine. See you tomorrow at nine; you can dance on the bar.
Justin, unbidden tears mixing with the mans come still on his face numbly went back down the stairs to the changing area, pulled on his street clothes and walked out of the building. He couldn’t go back to the loft, back to Brian, after what he’d done. He felt horrible, dirty, ashamed.
He sat against the wall pulling his knees to him trying to make himself as small as he felt and cried.
It was after four when Brian realized that Justin still wasn’t back. Babylon let the dancers go at two, three on the weekends, by that point the crowd was so frenzied by their own sexual energy, or so drunk they didn’t need the stimulus anymore.
He was suddenly concerned, but he pushed it back down. The kid was doing fine, could handle himself, had probably found a hot guy with a good offer to take him home for the night. He had no reason to worry.
He told himself all of this as he drove back to Babylon. He found him there, curled up against himself, asleep, his forehead laying on his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs.
“Justin.”
Justin didn’t respond.
“Justin!” louder this time. Justin looked up, his head pounding, groggy, thirsty, tired. “Brian?”
”What are you doing here?”
“Tired.”
Brian nodded, seeing the tearstains on his face, in the dark of the evening in the shadow of the building, he could still see the confusion and exhaustion in those dangerous blue eyes.
“C’mon home.”
“Don’t have one.”
”Sure you do, come on back to the loft.”
Justin just shook his head, “can’t.”
“Sure you can.”
“You don’t want me there.”
“Sure I do.”
“You don’t want me.”
Brian used his finger to lift Justin's chin so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Yes I do.”
Justin shook his head again. “Staying here.” He dropped his head back onto his knees.
Brian decided arguing was pointless now. So he walked away, got back in the jeep and then stopped. “Fuck.”
He picked the kid up, and put him in the jeep, he was too tired to resist.
When Justin was back in the loft he was still relatively uncommunicative although he was now crying silently again. Brian needed to find out what was wrong, he wasn’t sure whom to kill, and he needed to know.
“Thirsty.”
Brian handed him a bottle of water from the fridge and he drank most of it with a single pull. When he stopped he was breathing heavily from the long drink. Brian watched his chest heave and wondered why that was so fucking sexy.
“Better?”
“Mmmmmm, Tired.”
Brian nodded and led him to bed, pulling off his clothes, and seeing the dried come crusted on his chest, and in the light for the first time seeing it also on his face. “Fucking bastard.” He thought to himself, not sure whom he was cursing.
Once Justin was naked he fell asleep instantly, and Brian covered him carefully, watching him nestle into the pillows. Then he went and poured himself a drink, pretty sure of what had happened but wanting to confirm it before he committed homicide. It was over an hour later when he climbed into bed himself, and pulled Justin to him. The kid was soundlessly crying in his sleep and his chest tightened with an emotion he couldn’t categorize.
He held him, close and safe all night. The next thing he was aware of was the beeping of his alarm several hours later.
He shut the alarm and picked up his phone, calling Chaz. “Shoot around me today, I’ll be there tomorrow.” He hung up, not feeling like having the argument he knew Chaz was about to put up.
Justin moved a little closer to him in his sleep and Brian took the opportunity in the light of day to examine the boy a little more closely. He didn’t see any bruising, any obvious signs of force. He was still pretty sure from Justin's reaction the night before that he hadn’t willingly gone to the back room with someone, or to the alley. His grip on the blonde tightened and Justin moaned as he woke up.
Justin was aware of a pressing heat against his back; a vice like grip around his waist and a pounding in his head that felt as if something were trying to hammer it’s way out. He moaned. Then coming to a little more, struggled against the restraints on his body.
Brian felt him wake and then struggle, he wanted to pull him closer, promise him safety but the movements were frantic now and released him, watching as Justin pulled away to the other side of the bed, his breathing shallow and rapid, his eyes wide.
“B Brian?”
“Brian smiled calmly at him, yeah, who were you expecting?”
Justin shrugged, “I don’t know.”
He gripped his head, “It hurts.”
Brian nodded, getting a glass of juice and a few aspirin. Doesn’t surprise me. You were pretty out of it last night.”
“But I didn’t even drink.”
Brian raised his eyebrows, “not even a beer?”
”Well, okay, I had one beer, but nothing to”, Justin's winced as he moved his head to swallow the pills, “cause something like this.”
”Did you take anything?”
”You told me not to, unless it was from you or Emmett.”
Brian nodded, glad the kid had listened.
“All I drank was water, with lime. I don’t like limes.”
Brian suddenly flashed back to Gary, giving Justin glasses of water, with lime in them, not bottled water. Things became more clear. “Limes are bitter?”
Justin nodded.
The question now was how much did Justin remember and how much should Brian tell him.
“C’mon, why don’t we take a shower, it’ll help your head.”
Justin nodded and moved slowly, shedding his underwear, a flash of the previous evening coming back to him. His eyes widened, and then his head lowered. “You go ahead and shower, I’ll make breakfast.”
Brian watched as the expressions shot across Justin's face. He knew the kid was remembering, if not all of it, then at least something of what happened the previous night. He felt the murderous rage boil again inside him when he saw the heartbreak and pain in Justin's eyes, but he pushed it aside and instead pulled Justin towards him. “We’ll worry about breakfast once you’ve showered.”
Brian was gentle, his ministrations designed to bring comfort not passion. He was painfully relieved to see that if anyone had fucked the kid last night, at least they had used a condom. He continued his passage down Justin's torso and waist, saying nothing as he cleaned the deposits others had made off of the perfect pale skin. He noticed small bruises finger shaped at his hips and felt the anger build again, but then pushed it back, could he even be sure he hadn’t made those marks?
Justin felt Brian's hands and his eyes. He closed his own, throwing his head back and allowing himself to be pampered. He whimpered a few times as memories of the previous night came flashing back but he reminded himself that he was being silly, that this is what he did for a living now, enticing men, pleasing men, and to get upset about it was juvenile and pointless.
When they were done showering Brian wrapped a towel around himself and carefully dried Justin's skin and hair. He kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll go make some coffee.” Justin nodded and pulled out a pair of jeans and shirt, he was pulling the jeans on when he remembered Gary tossing him cash last night, he had been too upset to even count it, simply shoving it in his pocket. He retrieved his jeans from last night and searched the pockets, relieved to find the bills still there.
Brian walked back to the bedroom, still with a towel around his waist, and saw the kid counting the stack of bills in his hand.
“All that just from dancing?”
Justin looked up and shrugged, trying to put last night behind him. “I did a private party after hours, so I made a little more.”
Justin was amazed $500.00 just for letting some guy fuck him.
Brian looked at the money, “All that from dancing huh?”
”Well” Justin looked down at the floor, “I guess there was a little more than dancing going on.”
Brian remained calm. “How many?”
Justin looked up, “Two, it’s no big deal.”
Brian wanted to scream, this is what he had warned the kid about, been afraid of, been watching for, and then he left and it had happened anyway, and he wasn’t sure which was worse, that it happened, or that the kid didn’t seem to think it was anything to worry about.
“You were crying last night.” He said quietly.
“Yeah, I guess everyone gets shook up their first time.”
“Especially if they’re drugged and not aware of what they’re doing.”
Justin's head shot up his eyes wide and disbelieving. “I didn’t take anything last night.”
“Not that you know of.”
“Brian, I am not some dumb ass kid. I’d know if someone tried to slip me something.”
”Even if it was Sap?”
”Why would Gary do that?”
Brian snorted and humorless laugh, “Why do you think sunshine?”
Justin sat down on the bed, head in hands, “Brian, it wasn’t that big a deal, no more than what you and I have done together, or what you did last night in the back room.” hell, no more than what I did on set for Chaz. “You can’t get protective every time I fuck someone.”
Brian knew the basic factual truth of everything Justin had just said, but he was still fighting an urge to kill Sap and still pretty sure that Justin wouldn’t have gone to the private party if he hadn’t been drugged.
“Justin, it’s not safe.”
Justin shrugged again, “nothings safe Brian, but I didn’t get hurt, and a couple more nights like that and I can get out of your hair.”
Brian nodded, pretending that made sense, pretending that was fine, maybe even what he wanted.
He poured them both coffee and they drank it silently, each lost in their own thoughts.
Justin was trying to process what Brian had said. Had Sap really drugged him? He somehow knew that had to be the case. He could only remember bits and pieces of the previous evening, he remembered a couple of guys, he remembered feeling hot and sexy, and he remembered the money. Everything else seemed a little blank.
Brian watched the emotions flicker across Justin's face as he sipped his coffee. There was confusion and pain, but also something else, something he couldn’t quite put a name to.
“Don’t you have to be at the studio?” Justin asked, just to break the silence.
“Told Chaz to shoot around me today.”
“On the first day of shooting?”
”Yeah, I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
”Brian, I’m fine, how many times do I have to tell you I’m fine.”
Brian nodded, “okay.”
“So go to the studio, do your job, I’ll be okay here.”
“I’m off today.”
“I have to work tonight, I’m just going back to sleep anyway.”
“You’re going back?”
”Why wouldn’t I?” Justin looked confused.
“Didn’t think you’d actually planned on becoming a hustler.”
Justin slapped him across the face. “Fuck you, I’m earning a living.”
Brian was angry, and shocked, and pissed off, and confused. He’d never cared what anyone had done before, well, except maybe for Mikey, but even Michael could pretty much fuck whomever he wanted without Brian giving it a second thought, this was different, and he was lost in feelings he didn’t know were possible. He pushed himself back from the table, realizing that he had to get out, now, before he fell too deep, before he cared too much for this little twink who was set on throwing his life away. Why did he even try, why did he even give a shit.
Brian stood up from the table, and pulled on some clothes. “I’ll be at work.” And left for the studio.
Justin curled back into the bed, crying again. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to cry, or to fuck men for money, he wanted to be with Brian but he couldn’t, Brian didn’t want him, and now he’d blown it, blown it completely. He cried until he fell back asleep, with fitful dreams. When he woke up it was almost dark out. He glanced at the clock. Almost six. He pulled his jeans back on and a jacket and grabbed some of his money. He’d go to the diner, get some dinner, and then maybe check out Liberty Avenue on his own before work.
He walked the seven blocks to the diner and was pulling into a booth when he saw the blonde head turn. “Justin?”
”Mom?”
He felt his voice tremble, and suddenly he was eight years old again, and just wanted to go home. Go home to mommy, and his life and being a kid again.
Jennifer pulled him to her, holding his head as she felt him cry. “Come on home honey.”
Deb was smiling ear-to-ear, happy to see the reunion.
Justin was too confused, too tired, and too heartbroken over Brian to say anything; he climbed into his mom’s car and let her drive him home.
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