Rating: R
Summary: Justin is a famous actor who wants to change his image when he comes to Pittsburgh to film a movie. Enter Brian.
Notes: Well, thanks to all the awesome feedback, I got another chapter finished… with only an hour left to get ready before I have to leave for the day. *grin* Oh yah, and this is completely unbeta'd, so there's prolly errors out the wazoo…
Thanks: To all the feedbackers… LOVE to y'all!! And to Lois, who really had nothing to do with this story but is going to be home soon!! hehe
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"That was hot." Brian breathed after he and Justin had a chance to catch their breath. He didn't often like to bottom, but with Justin it hadn't even been a question.
"Glad I could be of service." Justin grinned. He didn't want to let the moment go, wasn't ready to say good-bye, so he tossed an arm around Brian and nuzzled himself against his chest.
"I hope you know that I very, very rarely let anyone do that." Brian used his finger tips to gently stroke Justin's arm.
"Neither do I." Justin grinned. He felt really special knowing that Brian wouldn't bottom for just anyone and wanted Brian to know that it was the same for him.
"I'm glad that you did for me." Brian continued stroking Justin's shoulder, telling himself that one night of being happy and unguarded was okay.
"What time do you have to go?" Justin asked. He didn't want Brian to get in trouble, so he figured he'd better just let go.
"Whenever you kick me out." Brian grinned. "I'm still not done with you for tonight. As soon as I've had a little breather, I want you again."
"Your boyfriend doesn't mind if you're out all night fucking other guys… three nights in a row?" Justin asked, biting his lip.
"What the hell would make you think I have a boyfriend?" Brian pulled away a little so that he could look the blond in the eye.
"I saw you with him. You don't have to pretend." Justin took a deep breath. "It's fine. I mean, fucking's fucking. It's none of my business whether or not you have a boyfriend."
"At any rate, I don't have a fucking boyfriend." Brian was hurt that Justin thought of what they were doing as just fucking more than he was angry at the assumption that he has a boyfriend.
"Come on, Brian. I saw you dancing with him and kissing him."
"Mikey!?" Brian sat up too quickly and fell off the bed. Looking up at a laughing Justin from the floor, Brian growled, "Mikey is my best friend, not my boyfriend. And the fact that my ass is on the floor right now is not funny."
"Sorry." Justin tried to stifle his laughter, but was unsuccessful. In moments, Brian was laughing along with him as he climbed back up onto the bed.
"Mikey's not my boyfriend." Brian said softly, wishing that it mattered to Justin.
"Okay." Justin grinned. "So you CAN stay for the night." Pushing Brian onto his back, Justin sprawled himself across him. "And there's no need to rush."
"Nope. No Need." Brian grinned, moving his fingers back to Justin's arm, happy to just hold him for a while.
*~*~*
"Is it morning?" Justin asked when he woke up and found Brian looking down at him. When Brian nodded, smiling, he asked, "What time is it?"
"Almost six." Brian replied. "Will Ethan be in here soon?"
"Six fifteen on the dot." Justin groaned. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long."
"Wanna shower with me before Ethan comes in?"
"Can we stay in there long enough that he'll catch us?" Brian winked.
"Hell yeah." Justin practically bolted up from the bed and dragged Brian to the washroom.
…fifteen minutes later…
"Justin!" Ethan called as he walked into the suite. He was surprised when he heard the shower running. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him to walk in to make sure that Justin was hurrying, so he made his way to the washroom. "J, you gunna be done soon? I was hoping to pick up Starbucks on the way to the studio."
Ethan nearly fell over when Brian opened the curtain and poked his head out. "He's a little busy right now, can you come back later?" Brian smiled before throwing his head back and moaning when Justin sucked a little harder on the head of his cock.
"What the fuck!" Ethan demanded. Just then, Justin tore open the curtain and Ethan saw him kneeling in front of Brian, his face inches away from the man's dick.
"Fuck, Ethan, I'm trying to give a blowjob here. Can you come back in like twenty minutes?" Justin was trying very hard not to laugh and give away the fact that he and Brian had planned the whole scene.
"Ten minutes, tops." Brian amended.
Ethan, shocked, walked wordlessly from the room. Justin started to laugh momentarily before going back to the task at hand.
…fifteen minutes later…
Brian stepped out of the bedroom into the sitting room in the suite wearing nothing but a towel around his waist while Justin dressed, anxious for some of the coffee that he'd had delivered to the room while they were in the shower. Ethan was sitting stiffly at the table and Brian decided to torture him a little more.
"Morning, Ian." He said casually as he poured himself a cup of coffee and moved to sit across from the greasy brunet.
"Brandon." Ethan nodded stiffly and Brian nearly burst into a fit of laughter. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot." Brian took a big gulp of his coffee and looked at Ethan pleasantly.
"How many more times are you going to come here and put Justin's career in jeopardy?" Ethan demanded.
"I wasn't aware that I was jeopardizing anything, Ian." Brian pretended to play dumb. "But as long as he tempts me with that totally HOT ass, I'll keep coming back." He saw Ethan wince and he chuckled.
"Hey, E." Justin smiled as he stepped into the room, fully dressed. "How's it going?" He and Brian had agreed that they would pretend that the whole scene in the bathroom hadn't happened. Grabbing a cup of coffee, Justin sat down on Brian's lap.
"We have a really busy day, Justin." Ethan opened his planner. "I hope you got enough sleep. We're shooting the opening dance scene, so you need to really be on your game."
"Don't worry, Ethan. Your job is to get me there on time, you just worry about that, okay?" Justin sipped his coffee as he played with the hair at the nape of Brian's neck.
"We have to be leaving, so maybe Brandon should be on his way, hmm?" Ethan wanted Brian out of the room as quickly as possible.
Justin put his coffee down on the table before putting his hands on the sides of Brian's face. "Are you going to be here when I get back?"
"Perhaps." Brian grinned. "I have to go into the office for a bit today. Cyn and I are going to do some brainstorming. And then I have to go see my son. But I'll come by here later tonight, alright?"
"You have a son?" Justin raised an eyebrow.
"Gus." Brian nodded. "He's five."
"Oooh, the Daddy thing is so sexy." Justin leaned down and kissed Brian passionately. "You definitely need to come back tonight."
"You convinced me." Brian kissed him one more time before sliding Justin off his lap so that he could go get dressed.
*~*~*
"So, how was he?" Justin asked David as the two of them stretched in preparation for their dance scene.
"Which one?" David grinned. "I fucked this one guy in the back room and he was pretty forgettable, but then I went home with this other guy. He had your autograph on his cock." He laughed. "So I added mine."
"Emmett." Justin grinned. "He was good?"
"Fabulous." David chuckled. "I think I might want to see him again while I'm here. Did you get any last night?"
"You could say that." Justin smiled, remembering how amazing it was to top Brian. "And I think I'll be getting some tonight too."
"Meet someone special?" David raised an eyebrow.
"I think so." Justin smiled dreamily and pictured Brian in his head. He hadn't been able to think of anything else since their first night together.
"Well, well…" David smiled.
"Come on, you guys. They're ready." Ethan said stiffly from the doorway. "This film is a little more important than gossiping about Brandon, don't you think?" He looked at Justin pointedly.
"Maybe to you." David replied. He couldn't believe how pathetic Ethan's crush was, it was obvious to anyone who saw the way he looked at Justin. "You've met Justin's special hottie?"
"Two mornings in a row." Ethan rolled his eyes.
"So you didn't just meet him last night?" David raised an eyebrow. "At lunch, I want all the gory details." He slung his arm around Justin's shoulder and led him past Ethan and out of the change room.
*~*~*
"Morning, Stud." Cynthia said with a smile, setting down a latte in front of Brian, who looked at it and laughed.
"If you keep buttering me up so that I'll give you all the details of my sex life, we're never going to get any work done." He said.
"Did you see him last night?" Cynthia cut right to the chase.
"Yes."
"And?"
"And we fucked a couple of times. He thought Mikey was my boyfriend," Brian made a face, "so I had to set him straight on that. And then we tortured his assistant again this morning."
"Why do you get so much pleasure torturing the assistant?"
"He's a smarmy little bastard with a crush on Justin. I like seeing the look on his little rodent face when we remind him that I'm the one fucking Justin and not him." Brian chuckled.
"You're evil." Cynthia laughed. "So, are you seeing Justin again tonight?"
"Told him I would." Brian was trying to keep up the façade that he was indifferent about whether or not he saw Justin again, when in truth he was actually excited about going back to the hotel.
"And you're going to keep your word, right?"
"Are you living vicariously through me?" Brian asked with a snort.
"Well, it's not like I'll ever get the chance to go to bed with a movie star." Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Besides, who wouldn't want to live through you? You're the most frequently laid guy I've ever met."
"I am, aren't I?" Brian chuckled. "Now, let's stop talking about my sex life and get some work done."
"Oh, you totally like him." Cynthia giggled.
"What makes you say that?" Brian leaned back in his chair and took his first sip of latte. He knew Cynthia could read him really well, but was curious to know what it was about his demeanor that was giving him away.
"Because you're not telling me where you did it and how you did. Any other guy you'd say 'I grabbed him, threw him over the back of the couch, and fucked him until I thought we would both pass out.'" Cynthia chuckled.
"Maybe I just don't want you to sell my stories to the papers."
"You know that would never happen." Cynthia countered. "I know enough other stuff about you to publish memoirs. So the only other logical reason you won't tell me anything is because you know it would give away that you, the original cold-hearted shit, actually has feelings for someone."
"I let him top me." Brian admitted.
"Holy shit." Cynthia breathed. Hearing that, she let the subject drop completely. Brian liked the young actor more than she'd originally though.
*~*~*
"Daddy!" Gus flung himself into Brian's arms from the fifth stair up. "Where have you been?"
"I've been busy working, Sonny Boy." Brian ruffled his son's hair. "But I came to take you over to the diner to visit Auntie Deb and the Uncles."
"Yesss!" Gus pulled out of his father's arms and hurried upstairs to get his coat.
"Hey, Brian?" Lindsay bit her lip.
"How much, Linds?" Brian was already reaching for his checkbook.
"No, we don't need money." Lindsay smiled. "Mel got us a reservation at this adorable little bed and breakfast in the country for tonight and tomorrow night, and her Aunt was supposed to babysit but flaked. Do you think you could take Gus until we get back?"
"Sure." Brian answered without thinking. He loved having Gus over to the loft. "Sonny Boy! Pack a bag, you're staying at the loft for a couple of days." He called upstairs.
"K, Daddy!" Gus called back down at the top of his lungs.
"Want me to take him to daycare on Monday?" Brian asked.
"Yes." Lindsay smiled and hugged him. "I owe you so much for this."
"Don't worry about it, you know I like having Sonny Boy over." Brian shrugged. Suddenly he remembered that he was supposed to go to Justin's hotel. "Fuck. Linds, I gotta make a call, I'll be out on the porch."
"Okay." Lindsay was all smiles.
Brian flipped open his cell phone and called the cell number that Justin had given him. "Hey, you've reached J Tay. *snicker* Leave a message and I'll hit you back. *BEEP*"
"Justin, it's Brandon," Brian grinned, "Turns out I can't come to the hotel tonight, I have my son for the next two nights. Call me or just come by the loft if you want." Brian hung up. He was hoping Justin would just show up. He really wanted to see him.
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