Rating: PG - no naughtiness… maybe next chapter *g*
Notes: I'm gunna throw the radio out the window… NO MORE J.LO!! But that, and all the great feedback, are really keeping me motivated, so I guess she's not completely evil.
Summary: AU Justin is a famous actor who wants to change his image when he comes to Pittsburgh to film a movie. Enter Brian.
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Brian felt a little strange sitting in Justin's suite, fresh from the shower and dressed in one of the hotel's fluffy bathrobes, sipping coffee. Justin had asked him to stay for breakfast from room service, and Brian suspected it was to piss off his assistant. Brian knew that he shouldn't mind if Justin had ulterior motives in keeping him there, but he found himself wishing that the only reason he was there was because the blond wasn't ready to let him leave.
"When is your smarmy assistant going to come and wake you up?" Brian asked, noticing that it was eleven minutes after six.
"Four minutes." Justin chuckled. "He always lets me sleep fifteen minutes longer than he says he's going to."
"A lot we can do in four minutes." Brian winked.
"Haven't you had enough?" Justin laughed. They had been going almost non-stop since Brian's arrival late the night before, with only a few cat naps in between.
"There's no such thing as enough." Brian replied with a feral grin.
"There's no time." Justin reached down and grabbed Brian's foot, bringing it to his lap and massaging it firmly. "Come back here tonight?" Justin couldn't believe he was asking. He told himself that it was just because he and Brian sizzled in the sack, but a little voice in his head told him that it was more than that.
"Can't. I promised I'd hit Babylon tonight with the boys." Brian replied casually, hoping that Justin would ask him to come by after going out with the guys.
"Can I come?" Justin still hadn't been able to go out dancing since arriving in Pittsburgh and he could just imagine how hot he and Brian would be on the dance floor.
Brian didn't answer immediately. His first thoughts were of all the other guys who would want to get Justin into bed, and that thought seriously bothered him. It shouldn't matter to him if Justin fucked other guys, but it did. Also, he'd have to explain the presence of the movie star at his side to his friends. Justin saw the look on Brian's face and realized that the brunet didn't want him there.
"Uhm, okay…" Justin put the best unconcerned mask he could. "Maybe you could come by here after and give me a good workout like you did last night?"
"I think that could be arranged." Brian replied with a little grin. He pulled his foot away from Justin and leaned forward to press a kiss to the actor's lips. "I'm breaking all my rules for you."
"Rules?" Justin asked, confused.
"No repeats. No plans. No one who isn't anonymous." Brian rested his forehead against Justin's.
"Tell me it's not worth it." Justin whispered. Brian never got a chance to answer because Ethan stormed into the room like a bat out of hell. "Morning, Ethan." Justin said through clenched teeth.
"Are you ready to go?" Ethan demanded, looking angry at finding Justin looking really cozy with the man who'd arrived at his room the night before.
"Aren't you coming here to wake me up?" Justin raised an eyebrow, turning to face Ethan and pressing his back against Brian's chest. Brian responded immediately, slipping his arms around Justin and cradling him close.
"You have responsibilities, Justin." Ethan practically growled. "You can't just spend the morning fucking."
"Don't plan on it." Justin grinned. "Though it does sound much more exciting than wardrobe fittings and dance lessons?"
"Dance lessons?" Brian raised an eyebrow and laughed, speaking for the first time since Ethan had entered the room.
"Shut up." Justin elbowed him playfully in the ribs. "E?" He said sweetly.
"Yah?" Ethan finally looked like he wasn't going to explode, Justin's sugary tone softening him.
"Do we have an extra key we can give Br…" Justin stopped when Brian lightly pinched him. "Brandon?" Justin finished. "He's coming back later tonight and if we're not back yet, I want him to be able to get in and wait for me…. Naked." Without waiting for Ethan to answer, Justin turned in Brian's arms and pulled him down for a kiss.
"I want you dressed and ready to go in ten minutes, Justin." Ethan said firmly before turning and walking out of the room.
"I think you turned your assistant permanently red." Brian laughed as he pulled away once the door was closed.
"No, YOU turned my assistant permanently red, Brandon." Justin laughed. "Now that he's seen you, and how fucking gorgeous you are, he knows that he's just not good enough for me."
"You really want me to have a key?" Brian asked. He was a little surprised that Justin had asked Ethan to get one for him.
"Yah." Justin nodded. "I really can't see myself getting tired of you fucking me anytime soon, so you might as well be able to get in here whenever."
"And if I get tired of fucking you?" Brian asked just to be clear to Justin that they weren't in a relationship.
"Leave the key on the nightstand and promise to kiss me goodbye." Justin shrugged. He knew what Brian was doing, and though it gave him a little ache in his stomach to be reminded that there would come a time when he didn't have Brian in his bed, he knew that it had to be established. There was no room in his life for a boyfriend.
Brian nodded.
"We'd better get dressed or Ethan will come in here and throw a fit." Justin forced a laugh and pulled a pair of cargo pants and a tight t-shirt out of his bureau.
"And I have to get home and change so I can be at work on time." Brian pulled his clothes from the night before back on.
"What is it that you do?"
"Advertising." Brian replied. "I'm a partner in one of the biggest firms in Pennsylvania." He hoped that Justin would be impressed.
"I knew you had to have some sort of fancy job, fancy office…" Justin grinned. "What firm is it?"
"Vanguard and Associates." Brian replied.
"Good to know." Justin smiled. He wondered whether he'd have time to stop by Brian's office during his time in Pittsburgh.
When Ethan returned a couple of minutes later, he found Brian and Justin sitting back at the table. Justin once again had Brian's foot in his lap and was rubbing it gently. He'd started it because he saw the way Brian reacted to having his feet rubbed on the first night together, but he was very happy when he saw the color drain from Ethan's face.
"Justin, it's time to go." Ethan croaked.
"Do you have that key for Brandon?" Justin asked, rubbing his hand further up Brian's leg, under his pant leg to the bare skin.
"Yes." Ethan didn't look impressed to hand over the key to Brian. "I'm going to have to give them your name at the front desk," he informed the ad exec.
"Tell them his name is Fred Flintstone." Justin ran his fingertips over Brian's toes. "I don't want there to be a media storm around this, Ethan, understand me? Brandon has his own life here and it doesn't have to be disrupted just because he's fucking me. Ok?"
"Of course, Justin." Ethan nodded stiffly. "Fred Flintstone it is."
"I have to go." Brian pulled his foot out of Justin lap and stood.
"See you tonight?"
"If I don't get a better offer." Brian winked. For effect, he leaned down and kissed Justin passionately. "Later, Ian."
"Bye." Ethan said stiffly, not bothering to correct him.
With that, Brian slipped out of the hotel room, key safely stashed in his pocket, and left the hotel. He was very careful not to look suspicious and get his picture taken by any of the paparazzi waiting outside the hotel. He briefly considered getting himself a room at the hotel so that his comings and goings didn't look suspicious, but quickly pushed that thought away. He knew that for his own sanity he had to keep reminding himself that Justin was nothing but a trick.
*~*~*
"Morning, Boss." Cynthia said sweetly as she placed a Starbuck's takeout cup and a low-fat honey muffin on his desk. "How are you this morning?"
"What do you want to know now?" Brian asked, eyeing the special coffee. Cynthia never brought him Starbuck's unless she wanted something. "His dick size?"
"Mmm… YES!" Cynthia giggled, taking a big sip of her own coffee. "Did you see him again last night? You have that sated look about you."
"Don't you know I'm insatiable, Cyn?" Brian chuckled. "Yes, I saw him again last night. I went to his hotel and we had a fabulous time fucking and torturing his smarmy little assistant."
"A threesome?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow.
"With that greasy little fucker? Not a chance. He's infatuated with Justin, so we just flaunted ourselves a teensy bit." Brian chuckled. "It was actually kind of fun."
"You going to see him again?"
"He gave me this," Brian held up the key card to Justin's room, certain that he could trust his assistant, "and he wants me to come back after I go to Babylon with the boys tonight."
"Are you going to go?" Cynthia asked, excited. Brian shrugged. "What?!? You mean there's even a question? You have to go, Brian Kinney!"
"This is starting to resemble a relationship, Cyn, and that's definitely not my thing." Brian explained. "I fuck, I take guys home and fuck them for one night, and then I move on to someone else and so on goes the cycle."
"So break the fucking cycle. I saw you yesterday, Bri. You've never looks so fucking satisfied in your life." Cynthia exclaimed. "So you have a fling with a gorgeous guy for a couple of months and then he goes back to L.A. and you go back to your cycle. What could it hurt?"
Brian shrugged, unable to admit that his relationship with Justin could change everything in his life… including his mind. Cynthia smiled.
"Well, there you go. You're going back to his hotel tonight and fucking him 'til neither of you can see straight and that's the end of that." She looked proud of herself. "And I want all the gory details in the morning."
"Yes, ma'am." Brian laughed. No one in the office knew that he and Cynthia were so friendly with each other, and he wanted to keep it that way. Cynthia got a ton of respect for being the only person who could deal with Brian all day, and Brian kept up the illusion that he was a heartless shit.
"So, tell me about it." Cynthia looked ready to burst.
"What exactly do you want to know? It wasn't much different than the first night. Fuck, rest, fuck, rest, shower, fuck in the shower, rest, fuck." Brian shrugged. "Only difference was this time neither of us slipped out like a thief in the night. I stayed, we had breakfast, tortured Ethan, said good-bye."
"Holy shit." Cynthia breathed.
"What?" Brian looked at her, confused.
"You actually like this guy."
"What are you talking about?" Brian reacted a little too quickly and vehemently and he knew he'd given himself away.
"You like him. The way you talk about him is different from all the other guy's you fuck." Cynthia giggled. "No wonder you're not sure you want to see him again."
"What are you babbling about?" Brian feigned indifference.
"You're afraid that the adorable blond actor is going to have you tied up in knots and in love with him before you have a chance to run." Cynthia said knowingly. "The kid actually scares you."
"Fuck that." Brian shook his head. "I just get bored easily."
"You're not bored with him yet."
"I will be. Soon." Brian hoped that telling himself that would make it true.
*~*~*
"Ok, people, that's it for today," Jared, the dance instructor for the film, announced after a very long, grueling day of classes.
"Fuck, finally." Justin leaned over, put his hands on his knees, and tried to catch his breath. He hadn't danced since he was a kid and trying to relearn that particular skill was really taking it out of him… especially since he hadn't been getting much sleep.
"You're looking pretty winded there, Justin." David said as he walked up to his co-star. He had been dancing for years, so the long day of practicing had been a breeze for him.
"I just need a cigarette and I'll be good to go." Justin replied with a grin. "And a beer."
"You keep on surprising me, Justin." David smiled widely. "I could really use a beer too. I heard about this club in town, Babylon, wanna go? It's apparently the hottest gay club in the city… if you're into the clubs, that is."
"Wanna know something about me, Davey?" Justin leaned in a little closer. Without waiting for an answer he continued, "Everything you've heard about me in the media is bullshit, so be prepared for me to surprise you fairly regularly."
"Is that a yes?" David grinned.
"If you can figure out a way to lose the assistants, I'm all for it." Justin smiled at the thought of running into Brian and sharing a dance with him. He figured that if he showed up at Babylon with David, there would be no way that he and Brian could be linked. They could dance without suspicion.
"I can handle them. I'll pick you up at your hotel in an hour, alright?" David grinned.
"Thanks, Davey." Justin grinned and then went to change back into his street clothes. He wanted to get back to the hotel and change so that he could see Brian. He wasn't sure how to feel about the surge of elation he felt at knowing he'd see Brian soon, he'd never felt like that about anyone before.
*~*~*
"Good evening boys." Brian grinned as he approached the railing looking over the dance floor where Michael, Ben, Emmett, and Ted were standing, watching the crowd.
"Hey, Bri." Emmett grinned like the cat that ate the canary and Brian knew that something was up.
Please, Please, tell me they don't know. Brian chanted in his head. He didn't want to have to deal with the questions from his friends. He honestly didn't know what he would tell them.
"Hi." Brian looked at Emmett strangely and tried not to look awkward when he took a big gulp of his beer.
"We've been discussing something, Brian, and were hoping to get your take on it." Ted was beaming and Brian knew for sure that something was up.
"Can't wait to hear what you queens have been gossiping about." Brian looked down at the dance floor, pretending to be cruising, but really just avoiding eye contact.
"We've been gossiping about you, Sweetie." Emmett grinned. "And we were discussing whether it was possible that you have a boyfriend."
"Are you guys on some bad drugs?" Brian turned and looked at them, waiting for the punch line.
"Well, here are our reasons for speculating." Emmett looked like he was really enjoying the moment and Brian couldn't wait to prove him wrong. "Two nights ago, on the busiest night in Babylon's history, you took off at midnight to go home and sleep. That's about the most uncharacteristic thing for you to do. Especially when there were so many guys panting to suck your dick."
"You guys may not realize this, but I actually have to work more than nine to five in my job." Brian replied, looking at them like they were children.
"And last night you took off at like ten to work." Michael put in. Brian looked at his friends and all but one of them, Michael, were grinning like fools.
"And when Michael called you an hour later, there was no answer." Brian winced inwardly at Emmett's words.
"So we drove by there to make sure you were okay." Ted put in. Brian knew he was in trouble.
"And I'm sure you know what we found when we got there." Ben was even grinning like a fool. He liked the idea of Michael's best friend settling down and actually having a relationship.
"My Jeep wasn't there."
"Which means that you weren't there." Michael looked a little sad. "Where were you Brian?" It was as though Michael was waiting for Brian to tell them they were wrong.
"On my way to the Jeep last night I decided that I wanted a quick fuck, so I went to the baths." Brian shrugged. "Nice detective work, guys."
"I drove by again at three am." Michael said sadly. "I was worried about you. You can't have been at the baths for five hours."
"What the hell does it matter to you guys where I was last night?" Brian asked, annoyed. "And what kind of crack would you guys have to be on to draw the conclusion that I have a," Brian visibly shuddered for effect, "boyfriend?"
"Because why else would Brian Kinney lie and say he was going home alone as opposed to bragging about going to the baths?" Emmett grinned.
"Because Brian Kinney doesn't have to report to you guys every time he wants to get his dick sucked." Brian pressed his tongue against the side of his cheek.
"My God! Could you imagine if he did!" Ted exclaimed dramatically. "We'd be getting calls from him twenty times a day."
"Can the boyfriend shit, alright?" Brian practically growled. "It could seriously effect my reputation and that would lead to only bad things for the number of tricks I pull in a month."
"We'll can it for now," Emmett said airily, "but only because Pittsburgh's celebrity visitor just walked through the front door and that's a far more interesting topic."
Brian's head snapped up and he saw that Emmett wasn't joking. There, at the edge of the dance floor, stood Justin Taylor. And he was looking directly at Brian.
Fuuuuuuuuuck! Brian groaned inwardly. He knew it was going to be a long night.
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