Rating: PG
Notes: Ahhh, the good music is a flowin' and I've stopped buying the paper and listening to the radio… No more J.Lo… And yet, I'm still writing like a fiend. Guess she can leave now… Bye, J.Lo, bye!! Has it been 9 weeks yet? *whine* Also, I'm trying to keep this unsappy… but it's difficult… I'm a girl and it's in my make-up…
Summary: Justin is a famous actor who wants to change his image when he comes to Pittsburgh to film a movie. Enter Brian.
Thanks: To Lois, who has been working on fic like a fiend since she came back from holidays… that Lady is a godsend, I'm sure a lot of you agree. And to all the feedbackers, it really does help.
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"Hi, Justin." Brian turned away from both of them. "This is my best friend, Michael." Brian had really hoped that he wouldn't be put into a situation where his friends found out by accident about his relationship with Justin.
"Hi." Justin waved weakly. He could tell Brian was really uncomfortable and he felt kind of stupid. He'd just been talking to his best friend about Brian and obviously Brian hadn't had any intention of telling him about them.
"Nice to meet you." Michael looked uncomfortable as well. "Uhm, you two know each other?"
"Yeah!" Gus exclaimed. "Jus is Daddy's friend and Daddy has the love face when he looks at him."
The room went dead silent and you could cut the tension like a knife. Gus looked at the three adults, confused. Brian wanted to crawl into a hole, but decided that he had to face up to the situation.
"Mikey, I'm sure you've seen Justin's movies." Brian turned and looked at his friend, replacing his mask of indifference.
"Yeah. And he signed Em's dick the other night." Michael chuckled.
"Ahh yes," Justin chuckled a little too, "Mr. Honeycutt. He was my first dick autograph."
"Well, I'd better go." Michael realized that Brian must have invited the blond over, so he decided that he'd leave and grill Brian about it in the morning.
"I'll walk you out." Brian offered. He was freaking out about the situation and needed to make sure Michael wasn't going to say anything.
"Why don't you show me all your new stuff?" Justin said, leading Gus over to the couch.
Brian walked Michael out to the elevator, closing the door behind him. "Mikey…" He began.
"You're fucking Justin Taylor?" Michael asked.
"Yes." Brian grumbled.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't want anyone to know. All I need is a media storm surrounding me." Brian dragged his fingers through his hair. "And I already have Cynthia pestering me about him. I don't need everyone else in my life doing it too."
"So you're asking me not to tell anyone." It wasn't a question.
"Please, Michael." Brian's voice was pleading.
"How long have you known him?"
"A few days."
"And you're still fucking him?"
"Yes."
"And Gus knows him?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing, Brian? " Michael demanded.
"What do you mean?" Brian wasn't ready to admit his feelings for Justin to himself, he certainly wasn't going to admit them to Michael.
"This guy is different. You usually keep a trick around for one night, one hour, one minute." Michael was becoming impassioned. "And are you forgetting his reputation? He does relationships, not fucking."
"It doesn't matter, Michael. He's just like every other trick. Only I'm not sick of him yet. Soon he'll be gone and that'll be that." Brian shrugged it off even though his mind was screaming that he was a liar.
"You're so full of shit, Brian." Michael said as the elevator arrived. "I never in my life thought that I would say this to you, but maybe you should give this guy a shot, try to be happy."
"So that I can be a contented little homo like you and Ben?" Brian said sarcastically.
"You joke, but you know that it's probably time for you to grow up and have grown up relationships." Michael said frowning. "Or else you'll be an old queen in palm springs by yourself because I won't be there with you." Without another word, Michael climbed into the elevator and left.
Brian walked back into the loft and looked at his son and Justin playing. He wondered if Michael was right, if all of his beliefs were wrong, if he would be happier if he had one man in his bed and no more.
"Are you okay, Daddy?" Gus asked, seeing that his father was upset.
"Yeah, Sonny Boy, I'm fine." Brian put on a smile for his son. "Justin, can you watch Gus while I go take a shower?"
"Sure." Justin nodded, a little saddened by the turn of events.
*~*~*
"You're a movie star?" Gus asked, amazed as he, Brian, and Justin sat around the table eating dinner.
"Uh huh." Justin replied, nodding. Spirits had lifted a little bit since Brian got out of the shower, but the events of an hour earlier were still hanging over them.
"Like a real one?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever met Jennifer Lopez?" Justin laughed.
"I met her at an awards show once."
"She's the coolest. Aunty Em was teaching me her moves last time he babysat. He said she's a fabulous dancer." Gus was speaking animatedly. "I want to meet her. Could you introduce her to me?"
"If I see her again, I'll tell her that there's a very special boy who wants to meet her." Justin replied.
"Cool!" Gus turned to his father. "Daddy, did you hear that? Justin might introduce me to Jennifer!"
"Cool." Brian smiled. He felt ridiculous and all he wanted to do was run away so that he could think about all the new thoughts and feelings that were running through his head. "Maybe he can introduce me to Brad Pitt."
"You're not his type." Justin laughed. "He prefers longer hair and bigger boobs."
"Give me one night with him." Brian pressed his tongue against his cheek.
"Yeah, right." Justin rolled his eyes.
"Jus, can we watch one of your movies?" Gus asked. "I want to see for real that you're a movie star. My friends at school will be so jealous that I know a real live movie star."
"I don't know if you would like any of Justin's movies, Sonny Boy." Brian said.
"Yes, I will. I'll like them just because Jus is in them." Gus put on his puppy dog face and Brian couldn't say no.
"There's one of his movies in the cabinet." Brian admitted. "We can watch it after we do the dishes."
"Daddy, could you and Justin do the dishes today so I could finish reading my new Galactical Boy comic?" Gus kept the puppy face on and once again Brian relented.
"Okay, but you have to promise to go to bed like a good boy tonight, okay?" Gus nodded happily and bounded off towards the living room and his comic.
"He reads?" Justin leaned over and asked.
"A little." Brian shrugged. "Mostly he just makes up the story as he goes."
"You have one of my movies?" He had a twinkle in his eye.
"One."
"Which one?"
"You'll see." Brian stood and started clearing the dishes.
Once they were in the kitchen, Justin finally got the courage to ask him, "Are you okay about what happened this afternoon?"
"It's not your fault, don't worry about it." Brian replied stiffly.
"You're shutting down on me." Justin said knowingly. "Maybe I should just get out of your hair." When Brian stayed silent, Justin turned and started walking away.
Summoning all of his courage, Brian spoke only one word, "Stay."
"Are you sure?"
"No. But I want you to stay anyways." Brian took a deep breath and Justin walked over and let himself become wrapped in the brunet's arms.
*~*~*
"Guess he liked it." Justin laughed softly about half way through the movie when he saw that Gus had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
"There's no heros or villains." Brian shrugged. "He's too young to understand it." He stood and lifted Gus into his arms. "Be right back."
Justin sat back and thought about the events of the day. In the morning, he had been thinking that his life had never felt more right and that he might have finally met someone who he could settle down with, someone who could keep him happy and not tie him down. And then after the fiasco with Michael, he'd felt like he'd been all wrong in thinking that Brian felt something for him. Now, after what happened in the kitchen, Justin was so tied up in knots that he didn't know what he felt.
"He must have been really tired. It's only nine." Brian said as he returned to the living room. He was glad that he'd had a room built for Gus so that he could close the door.
"Well, he was really active today." Justin smiled when Brian reached out and entwined their fingers.
"He likes you."
"I like him."
"I don't think you should see him again." Brian had been trying to figure out what to do about Justin, and his first thought was that he had to separate Gus from the situation. He didn't want Gus to get caught in it and get hurt.
"What?"
"It will only hurt him when you're gone."
"Oh." Justin gently pulled his hand away from Brian's. "Okay."
"I didn't mean it like that, Justin." Brian said softly. "I just don't want him to get too attached to you."
"Because I'll be gone soon."
"Maybe." Brian replied. He felt like he was baring too much of himself and instinctively pulled back a little bit.
"Still promise to kiss me good-bye?" Justin asked, feeling as though he were going to cry.
"Of course." Brian replied.
"Do you still want to see me?"
"I told you I wanted you to stay, didn't I?"
"So we'll just enjoy the time we have together?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Justin finally felt like he knew what to expect from Brian, but he didn't feel any better. Some romantic part of him had been hoping that Brian would swoop him up on his trusty steed and carry him away so that he could have a happily ever after too. I've been in too many fucking romantic movies, Justin thought to himself.
"Can you stay tonight?" Justin shook his head.
"I have an early call tomorrow." He took Brian's hand and led him to the bedroom. "But I'm here now. Let's take advantage of that." He said softly as he pushed Brian back onto the bed.
*~*~*
Brian held Justin's hand as the two of them stood in the hallway waiting for the elevator. "Can I see you tomorrow?" Justin asked.
"Yeah." Brian nodded.
"Pick me up at the hotel and take me somewhere? I promise I'll be discreet." Justin wanted more than anything to spend time with Brian outside of the loft or his suite.
"Okay." Brian leaned down and kissed him as the elevator stopped. "Later."
"Later." Justin replied as he stepped into the elevator. As soon as he heard the loft door slide closed, he let himself cry. "Looks like you were right all along, Taylor. Happy endings are for dykes and straights. But at least I have him now." He started crying a little harder when he realized that he would do anything to hold on to Brian for every moment that he could.
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