Rating: PG - Still nothing naughty
Notes: J.Lo mania continues here in Winnipeg and I'm ready to tear my hair out. Luckily, I can zone out and write instead of having to listen to J.Lo this and that all day...
Summary: Justin is a movie star who wants to shed his sweet as pie image when he comes to film a movie in the Pitts.
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Justin stared out the window on the Lincoln Navigator that was taking him from the airport to the hotel. Ethan was jabbering to him about his schedule, but as usual he was tuning his assistant out. How his assistant could get so excited about radio appearances, wardrobe fittings, and the beginning of filming was beyond him.
"Justin, are you listening to me?" Ethan asked.
"Not really." Justin replied casually. "Can't we talk about all this shit later?"
"Fine." Ethan grumbled. Justin had tendencies towards being moody and dramatic and he'd learned to sense those moods.
"When we get to the hotel, I just want to rest. You can come get me in the morning and tell me all of my appointments and shit." Justin rested his head on the window and watched the streets of Pittsburgh go by.
"You're supposed to have dinner with your co-star tonight." Ethan interjected. "He's really excited to work with you."
"Whoopideedoo!" Justin twirled his finger unenthusiastically in front of him. "Cancel it. I want to rest tonight and that's the end of it."
"Alright." Ethan immediately got on his cell phone and called David Cannon's assistant to tell him that the planned dinner was off. Ethan was secretly kind of happy that Justin wasn't anxious to meet his gorgeous co-star.
"And go out tonight and keep yourself busy. I don't want to be disturbed." Justin pulled his headphones on and Ethan knew that the conversation was over. He went back to pouring over Justin's appointment book.
~Ring, Ring~
"Justin Taylor's phone." Ethan answered Justin's cell when he didn't move to get it. "Ethan Gold speaking."
"Ethan, darling, it's Jennifer." Justin's mother's said. "Is my son busy or is he just ignoring his phone ringing."
"He couldn't hear it. He has his headphones on." Ethan covered smoothly. "Hang on, I'll get him." Ethan covered the mouth piece of the phone when he shook Justin gently to get his attention.
"What the fuck, Ethan?" Justin demanded.
"Your mother wants to speak to you."
"Tell her I'm busy."
"I already told her you weren't."
"No more answering my phone, Ethan." Justin said firmly as he grabbed the phone and put on a fake smile to go with the cheerful demeanor he was about to fake. "Hello, Mother."
"Honey! How are you? I haven't spoken to you in days." Jennifer had turned into a typical Hollywood wife when she'd married a big director and Justin wondered how much of her excitement to speak with him was genuine.
"Been busy, Mother. The life of a movie star…" Justin rolled his eyes. He hadn't spoken to his mother because he didn't want to.
"Where are you now? Can we do lunch? There's a new bistro in Beverly Hills where I'd love to be seen."
"I'm in Pittsburgh, Mom. Remember that stupid movie I'm doing here?" Justin brought his hand to his lips and started chewing on his fingernail only to have Ethan slap his hand.
"Oh, right! Are you going to see your father?"
"My father lives in Los Angeles." Justin grumbled, referring to Jennifer's husband Gary. Jennifer married Gary when Justin was five, he'd been his father ever since.
"I'm sure Craig would like to see you." Jennifer felt obligated to send Justin over to see her ex-husband. "And you haven't seen your brother's and sister for ages."
"Darn." Justin groaned. "I'll try to get out to the Burbs to see them. But I'm not making any promises, Mom."
"Alright, honey. Can I speak to Ethan again before I say bye bye?" Jennifer wanted to ask Ethan to get Justin to visit Craig Taylor.
"Okay. Bye, Mother." Justin tossed the phone into Ethan's lap with a quick, "She wants to speak to you," before pulling his headphones back on and turning towards the window again.
Justin watched the scenery go by as they made their way to his hotel in downtown Pittsburgh. He wanted nothing more than to jump out of the SUV and find a place to hide until people forgot who he was. He wished he could just have a normal, anonymous life. Sure, he loved acting, but he was starting to wonder whether it was worth giving up his privacy.
*~*~*
"Good evening, boys." Brian said as he walked up to the table at Woody's where his friends were all sitting. He quickly kissed Michael on the cheek and pulled up a stool. "What's shakin'?"
"Liberty Avenue is all a flutter over the arrival of Justin Taylor." Emmett said. "Notice how packed it is in here tonight? Every gay boy for fifty miles is hitting Liberty tonight hoping to get a glimpse, and maybe a chance, at the young actor."
"My my, how boring and uneventful your lives are." Brian rolled his eyes. He was sick to death of hearing about Justin Taylor. "He's not even THAT hot."
"You're full of shit." Michael laughed. "He's totally hot."
"Hope you're not one of the guys who are hoping for a chance at him." Ben nuzzled his boyfriend's neck.
"Not in a million years." Michael cooed. "I already have the hottest guy in the world."
"Well, aren't you two just precious." Brian pressed his tongue against the side of his cheek. "That right there, gentlemen, is the reason I wouldn't fuck Justin Taylor. I don't want any of that lovey dovey, relationship shit."
"Maybe he doesn't either." Ted replied. "I mean all the press shit could just be bullshit."
"Why do I doubt that?" Brian raised an eyebrow. "I don't need another stalker." He gestured with his head to young Eric, his teenage one night stand from a couple of months earlier, who was sitting at the bar watching him intently.
"You think that a big movie star would stalk you just because you fucked him?" Ted asked incredulously.
"You would know the answer to that if I had ever stooped to fucking you." Brian grinned and everyone at the table laughed.
"You're so conceited." Ted grumbled.
"Not conceited, confident, Theodore. There's a huge difference." Brian winked.
"You guys ready for Babylon?" Ben asked, he was in the mood to dance.
"Bring it on!" Emmett exclaimed, standing from his stool with a flourish. "With all the pretty gay boys out in their Sunday best tonight, I have a feeling it's going to be a very good night."
*~*~*
"Uh huh." Justin grunted in reply to Ethan's rambling on about the schedule for the next day.
"And then you have to be at the dance studio for a lesson." Ethan glanced up and noticed that Justin had completely spaced out on him. "And then we're going to come back here and you're going to fuck my brains out." He said to prove that Justin wasn't listening.
"Yeah, right, E. You know I don't fuck people whose paychecks I issue." Justin grabbed his headphones. "Can you go so I can get some rest? I promise I'll be all bright tailed and bushy eyed in the morning."
"No sneaking out." Ethan's voice was firm as he slipped out of the room and made his way to his own.
As soon as Justin heard the click of the door closing, he hopped up and popped open his laptop. He knew that he had to find somewhere to go and relieve some tension before he went insane. He figured that he could find out where the best gay club would be on the internet.
After a half hour of looking he finally found it, "Babylon." He said to himself with a smile. "Babylon, here I come."
He opened the bureau that Ethan had unpacked his clothes into and found his favorite outfit to go cruising in, a pair of black pants that hugged his ass so perfectly that it turned heads, a tight red sleeveless shirt, and chunky black boots. Once he was dressed, he gave himself a once over in the mirror and was generally happy with his appearance.
"Well, boys of Babylon, here I come. Maybe one of you can help me shed this good boy image that I hate so much." Justin slipped a pair of sunglasses and a leather jacket on before grabbing a pack of cigarette's he'd hidden from Ethan and slipping out of the room.
"Ahhh… Freedom!" Justin exclaimed happily once he was safely out of the hotel. "And Liberty Avenue awaits."
*~*~*
"You were right about all the boys being out tonight." Michael said as he, Emmett, and Ted looked down at the dance floor from the catwalk at Babylon. "I don't know if I've ever seen it this packed in here."
"And all the boys are lookin' pretty and primed for action." Emmett blew them kisses in the air and made his way down to the dance floor in search of a boy to call his own.
"And then there were two." Ted grinned. "Where's Ben?"
"He's dancing." Michael replied. "I don't know where he gets all the energy."
"And Brian is…?"
"In the backroom, of course." Michael chuckled. "He has to fuck even more than usual tonight so that he get his usual percentage of the guys in here."
"I've surpassed it already." Brian grinned as he appeared and slipped his arms around his friend's shoulder. "I just had five guys worshipping my cock, it was fabulous! You should really get out there and try to get laid tonight, Ted, even you might be able to get some action in here tonight."
"Gee, thanks, Brian." Ted rolled his eyes.
"I, on the other hand, have a big campaign to pitch in the morning, and I don't want to get bags under my eyes, so I'm going to leave you two to keep the Babylon boys satisfied tonight." Brian kissed Michael's cheek. "Have a good time tonight, boys."
"Drive me to work in the morning, Brian?" Michael asked.
"Of course." He waved. "Night, boys!"
"How does he do it?" Ted asked.
"Do what?"
"Get five guys in the backroom?"
"It's a secret that he will never reveal." Michael grinned as he watched his best friend make his way through the crowd to the door. "But I personally think it must be magic."
*~*~*
Justin stepped on to Liberty Avenue and was filled with excitement. The street was buzzing, even at 1am. There were hot boys holding hands and kissing all over the place, drag queens sashaying down the street, and hustlers on the corners.
"Hey, baby." A big muscle bound guy dressed in leather said as he stepped up to Justin. "Wanna come back to my place so I can put you to bed at a decent hour?"
"Not interested." Justin said before turning and walking further down the street. When he saw the bright sign at Babylon, he smiled. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, content on watching the comings and goings at the club for a while before actually going inside.
When he saw a tall, sexy guy dressed in slim fitting jeans and a tight grey shirt step out of the club, his breath caught. The guy was absolutely gorgeous. "That's the one," Justin said to himself.
"That definitely is the one." A voice said from behind him. "Brian Kinney is the king shit around here." Justin turned and looked at the guy standing behind him. "And you're definitely not his type."
Justin took a drag off his cigarette. "What's his type?"
"Tall, dark, handsome, and hung." The guy laughed. "But you are my type, sweetie, and I'd be happy to show you a good time tonight."
"You're not my type. He is." Justin raised his chin with defiance. "And I'm going to make sure that I'm his."
"Well, I guess you never know. Kinney might fuck you just because you're famous." The guy grunted and walked away.
Fuck, Justin thought to himself, that guy knew who I was. Pushing all the thoughts of being recognized and mauled out of his head, Justin turned and made his way over to the Jeep that Brian was about to get in.
"Hey." He said, turning on his best seductive voice and looking at Brian through lowered lashes.
"Hey." Brian said absently. As soon as he turned to face Justin, his interest was piqued. "Busy night, Mr. Taylor?"
"Other than having to hit my assistant over the head with a vase in order to get out of house arrest, it's been fairly quiet." Justin smiled inwardly as his prey's eyes took stock of his body.
"Where ya headed?"
"Nowhere special." Justin leaned against the hood of the Jeep and did everything he could to look sexy.
"I can change that." Brian's voice was filled with lust as he said those words.
"Yeah, I definitely think you can."
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