Rage Over Hollywood

Chapter 3

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Justin was still wearing a smile when he entered the apartment. Unfortunately, that wasn't all he was wearing from his visit with Steve Barlow. Not wanting to call Brian while sporting a hard-on inspired by another man, he briefly considered taking care of it in the shower. One look at the clock, however, foiled that plan; it was already ten minutes past the time he'd promised to call.

Trying to ignore the swelling in his jeans, he picked up the phone and dialed the loft number.

"You're late, Sunshine," Brian's voice answered after the second ring.

"Sorry," Justin replied with a smile. "I just got in."

"More trouble at the studio?"

Justin hesitated while he considered how to answer that. "Actually, there was, but that's not why I'm late. I met this guy named Steve and we went for a drink at a club called … get this… Aftershock."

"That's fucking California for you," Brian replied. "What kind of trouble?"

Justin wasn't surprised that Brian had all but ignored the subject of Steve, just as he was sure it would resurface before the call was over. "Wardrobe got the costumes for Rage and Zephyr today," he explained. "The measurements were all wrong. They have to go back for resizing."

"Nothing a good tailor can't fix."

"True," Justin agreed. "The thing is, when Brett called to raise Hell, they told him they'd followed the measurements to the inch."

Brian chuckled. "Sounds like somebody screwed up," he practically sing-songed.

"Well, they did and they didn't," Justin replied cryptically. "The measurements were right on the original order, but were changed on the revision the studio supposedly sent."

"And they didn't send a revision," Brian concluded.

"No, they didn't."

"What's Keller doing about all this shit?" Brian asked. "Did you tell him about the phone call?"

"I did," Justin assured him. "He got one, too. So did Richard and two others on the crew."

"All gay?"

"Only Brett and I," the younger man answered.

"How'd the asshole get your number?"

"I assume from personnel records," Justin replied. "No one else had my number here."

"Did you arrange to have it changed?"

Justin smirked. "Yes, Mom."

"Not exactly the image I was going for, but whatever gets you there, Sunshine."

"Fuck you," Justin replied with a grin.

"Don't you wish," Brian purred.

Justin groaned softly. Just the thought of fucking Brian was enough to renew his erection. "Yeah," he breathed.

Brian chuckled into the phone. "You're so fucking easy."

Justin was undoing his pants in an effort to free his growing dick. "Don't want you to have to work too hard at your age," he quipped back.

"You're right," Brian agreed too readily. "At my age, I need my rest. Good night, Sunshine."

"Brian," Justin practically whined into the phone. His cock was already hard and he knew it would take very little for Brian to get him off.

"Keep channeling Mikey and you'll stop this before it starts," Brian warned with a hint of amusement.

"Fuck you," Justin said again.

It was just the reaction Brian had been expecting and he laughed. "Say that scenario were to take place anywhere outside of your fevered imagination. Where would it be?"

Justin quickly got into the familiar game. "Loft."

"Bedroom?"

"Living room."

"On the sofa?"

"Chaise."

"On my stomach or in your lap?"

Justin groaned and started stroking his hard cock. "Oh God, Brian. In my lap."

They'd never done it this way with Justin on top … or in this case, bottom… and he knew it was a favorite fantasy of his young lover.

"So you want me to play cowboy, do you?" he asked seductively. "Ride that hard, hot cock of yours?"

"Mmmmm," Justin moaned. "Yeah. Ride me, Brian."

"Can you feel it, Sunshine?" Brian asked in his sexiest voice. "Feel my ass gripping your cock as I slide up and down on you?"

Justin closed his eyes and tightened his fist around his dick, imagining it was his lover's ass in place of his own hand. "Oh yeah," he breathed out on a long sigh.

"You want it faster, Justin? Harder?"

Justin's hand quickened on his shaft. "Yes," he ground out. "Faster, Brian. Harder."

"You feel that, Sunshine?" Brian asked. "Feel my fingers slowly making their way to your hole as I ride you?"

Justin cradled the phone on his shoulder and licked two fingers of his free hand before reaching down and around to his puckered opening. "Brian," he gasped.

"You feel them touching you?"

"Yeah."

"Pushing slowly inside?"

"God, yes."

"Are they stroking you deep?"

He pushed the fingers as deep into his ass as he could, his other hand fairly flying over his rock hard shaft. "Brian!"

"Come for me," Brian purred. "Feel me riding you hard and come for me, Justin."

That was all it took. His body stiffened as the orgasm washed over him, thick streams of cum shooting over his hand and belly, the phone falling from his shoulder to land on the sofa beside him. "Oh, God, Brian!"

He reached over with one shaky hand and picked up the phone a moment later. "That was amazing," he managed as he struggled to control his breathing.

"Always is," Brian breathed. The sound of his lover shooting his load had sent him over the edge, though he wasn't about to admit that. "So, now that we've taken care of the important stuff, tell me about this Steve."

Justin smiled. He'd called that one.

"He's a nice guy, Brian. Like I said, I met him outside the studio, we went downtown for a drink at Aftershock and then we grabbed a sandwich before I came back here."

"Hot?"

"Dark hair, grey eyes, killer smile."

"You fuck him?"

"I just told you what we did. Did I say I fucked him?"

"Fuck anyone?"

"A trick at Aftershock."

"And where was your new friend while you were playing stud in the backroom?"

Justin smiled and rolled his eyes at the tone of voice. He knew Brian wouldn't have a problem with the trick, but Steve was different and they both knew it. "At the bar waiting for me," he answered. "He's a friend, Brian. The first one I've made since I've been out here. You don't fuck your friends, remember?"

"Maybe you should," Brian suggested, feigning nonchalance. "He's hot. Get it out of your system."

"No, I shouldn't," Justin replied firmly. "And I won't. I really enjoyed talking to him tonight, Brian. I don't want to fuck that up."

Brian was silent for a moment. "I'm glad you have someone to talk to," he finally said, his voice softer.

Justin smiled. "You mean that?"

Brian snorted. "Jesus, Justin, no one knows better than I do how much you love to talk. If there's a chance this Steve can share some of the listening burden, I'm all for it."

"You sweet talker, you," Justin murmured, still smiling.

"Go to bed, Sunshine," Brian replied on a chuckle.

"Brian?"

"Yeah."

Justin considered what he wanted to say and in what manner he'd get away with saying it. "You'll always be the only one I talk to about stuff that matters." He felt a little extra reassurance was in order.

When Brian replied, his tone indicated that he'd been successful in providing that. "Admit it; you're trying to kill me."

Justin laughed softly. "You're onto me. That's my master plan. I figure it should take around sixty or seventy years if executed properly."

"I'll be sure to remind you of your master plan seventy years from now when I'm still hanging on and you're too damned old to do anything about it."

Justin's smile could have lit the room. Brian had as much as admitted that he wanted them together for the long term. While it wouldn't be recognized as a romantic declaration by anyone else, it meant the world to Justin. "You do that," he said softly. "Good night, Brian."

"Night."

He disconnected the call and leaned back on the sofa, replaying the words over and over in his head until they were forever ingrained in his memory. With a happy smile, he finally got up and headed for the bedroom.

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Back in Pittsburgh, Brian, too, was replaying the conversation in his mind. Part of him really was glad that Justin had met someone he could talk to. He realized how hard it must be for his lover to be so far away from his support system. Sure, he emailed Emmett and Mikey, though the latter was probably more about the movie than anything personal. He also talked to his mom and Deb on the phone once a week, but even that wasn't the same as being able to talk face to face. Brian could certainly attest to that. He and Justin talked on the phone almost daily and he was always happy to hear the blond's voice, but he found himself missing the little things. The way Justin's eyes sparkled when he talked about something exciting that had happened, or the way he'd scrunch up his nose in distaste at things he didn't like. While he could imagine every expression as he talked to Justin on the phone, it wasn't the same as being there to see them.

The way Steve was.

Brian shook his head as though to expel the unwelcome thought. He didn't do jealous, everybody knew that. But he also hadn't forgotten what happened last time Justin met a new 'friend'. He trusted his lover enough to believe that it was no more than friendship, but he was sure Justin hadn't planned on anything more with Ian in the beginning either. He had to keep in mind that things were different now.

They were. Weren't they?

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