Rage Over Hollywood

Chapter 6

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Brett watched in amusement as Justin practically bounced into the office wearing the same enigmatic smile he'd sported all day. "Do I need to ask why you're in such a good mood today?" he teased.

"Brian's coming in tonight," he replied, not caring what Brett thought of his obvious enthusiasm.

"Ahh," Brett continued to tease the younger man. "I forgot. You haven't mentioned it in…" He glanced at his watch. "45 minutes now."

Justin shot him a withering glare, though the smile never entirely left his face. "It's been a month, Brett. I think I'm entitled to be just a little excited."

"A little?" Brett replied in mock surprise. "I'd hate to see you really excited."

Justin smirked. The only one who saw him that excited was Brian. Hell, the only one who could *get* him that excited was Brian.

"You two have big plans for the weekend?" Brett was asking.

Justin pulled his mind away from the different ways Brian found to excite him and tried to concentrate on the question. "Uh, no, not really. I doubt we'll leave the apartment much."

Brett laughed and shook his head. "Well, I'm sure you'll have a great time, either way. What time does he get in?"

"His flight's due at 6:15"

Brett looked at the clock on his desk. "If you stay till 5 you'll never make it to the airport on time. How are you getting there?"

"Cab," Justin replied.

Brett opened a desk drawer and took out a set of keys. "Take one of the studio cars," he suggested. "They've all got parking permits for the airport."

"You sure?" Justin asked with a smile.

"You're insured as an employee of the studio," Brett said with a shrug. "Bring it back when you come in on Monday." He paused, a teasing glint in his eyes. "That way, if you and Brian *do* decide to leave the apartment, for whatever reason, you'll have transportation."

Justin moved forward and took the keys with a huge grin. "Thanks."

"No problem," Keller assured him with a chuckle. "They're in underground parking. Show the tag to the attendant and he'll show you which car. Now, go on and call it a day. You're not going to be able to concentrate on anything here anyway."

Justin knew that was true. And with all the extra hours he'd already put in, he knew he didn't need to feel guilty about taking off a couple of hours early. "Ok," he agreed. "Thanks."

He turned when Brett called his name. "Yeah?"

"You're doing a good job here, Justin. I know it hasn't been easy with everything that's been going on, but you've handled it like a seasoned pro. I think there just may be a future for you in this business if you want it."

Justin smiled, grateful for the praise. "Thanks," he said, "but I have my future all mapped out for the next seventy years or so. See you on Monday!"

Leaving Brett with a slightly puzzled expression, he hurried from the office.

He stopped at the soundstage before heading to the underground garage. Victor's shift was just starting and he wanted to wish the man a good weekend before he left.

"Justin," Victor greeted him with a smile. "Don't tell me you're cutting out early."

"Hi Victor," Justin replied, returning the smile. "Yeah, I'm picking Brian up at the airport."

"Well, then," Victor grinned. "I guess I don't have to tell you to have a good weekend, do I?"

"No, sir," Justin replied, unable to contain the sunshine smile that burst forth.

Victor laughed. "Young love. I remember it well. Of course, my Freda is as beautiful today as the day I married her."

Justin didn't doubt that at all. He was sure that he'd always find Brian beautiful, even when they were old and grey. "I'm sure she is," he said sincerely.

"You'd better get a move on, young man. Don't want to keep that man of yours waiting."

"Have a good weekend!" Justin said with a wave as he headed for the garage.

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Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the plane descended into LAX. It had been a month since he'd been with his young lover and his cock was already anticipating the impending reunion.

He could see the blinding smile the minute he stepped off the jetway and knew he wasn't the only one looking forward to spending the weekend together. "Whoa, Sunshine," he laughed as his arms were suddenly filled with an excited young blond.

"Sorry," Justin beamed, pulling back from the impulsive hug. "I'm just so glad to see you."

"In that case," Brian said, leaning in to give his lover a quick kiss, "let's get back to your place so you can greet me properly."

Brian had to keep his hands to himself during the drive, knowing that even the slightest touch would be a dangerous distraction after the length of time they'd been apart. All bets were off, however, once they entered Justin's building. The moment they stepped into the lobby, Brian pulled his lover close and kissed him thoroughly.

"God, I've missed that," Justin panted when they broke for air. "Upstairs. Hurry."

Brian smirked and kissed him again as he maneuvered them toward the door leading to the stairwell. It was a slow ascent, lips locked together, both moving blindly up one step at a time, oblivious to anything but the desire flaring between them.

"Oh!" a small voice exclaimed when they reached the landing. "I'm sorry, I …"

Justin pulled his lips from those of his lover and turned to see an elderly woman watching them from a few steps above.

"Mrs. Turner," he greeted her, blushing slightly.

"Oh, it's you, Justin," she smiled, a twinkle in her eye. "I didn't recognize you with this handsome young man attached to your face."

Justin's colour deepened, but he shook his head and laughed. "Mrs. Turner, I'd like you to meet my partner, Brian Kinney. Brian, this is my neighbour, Mrs. Turner."

Brian took a step closer to the woman and held out his hand, his smile sincere. "Mrs. Turner," he said as she placed her smaller hand in his. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine," she replied with a smile. "Justin's told me a lot about you."

"Oh?" Brian raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at the man beside him. "Is that so?"

Justin rolled his eyes but didn't get a chance to respond.

"Oh, yes," Mrs. Turner continued. "We had quite the interesting conversation. If you don't mind me saying so, you've got yourself quite a treasure here, Mr. Kinney."

"Brian," he corrected her with a smile without commenting on the rest of her statement.

"Brian," she acquiesced. "Yes, indeed, quite a treasure."

"Uh, Mrs. Turner," Justin cut in, uncomfortable with the praise. "Brian just got in and it was a long flight…"

"Say no more." She held up a wrinkled but steady hand. "I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do." She smiled mischievously and nodded in Brian's direction. "It was nice to meet you, Brian. I hope you enjoy your stay in Los Angeles."

"I'm sure I will," Brian smirked, stealing a glance at Justin who was once again blushing. "It was very nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Turner."

She bade them good day and continued on her way down the stairs. Justin watched until she'd rounded the corner toward the lobby before grabbing Brian's arm and practically dragging him the rest of the way to his apartment.

Once inside, Brian closed the door by pinning Justin to it. "A treasure, hmmm?" he breathed, his lips mere inches away from those of his lover.

Justin swallowed and licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from the hazel ones regarding him in amusement. "I believe the direct quote was 'quite a treasure'," he managed in a voice thick with pent up desire.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to uncover this treasure," Brian murmured, pulling Justin's tee up and off in one motion. "See exactly what I've got here."

He lowered his head and licked Justin's neck, eliciting a soft moan from the man still pinned to the door. The first round would be fast and furious, but after that they'd have the whole weekend to take their time.

"God, Brian," Justin gasped as the man's fingers opened his jeans and freed his already hard cock. "I don't think I can wait."

Brian kissed him long and hard, then turned him to face the door. "I want you," he whispered hotly into his lover's ear as he pressed against the smaller man. "Right here. Right now."

Justin could only moan and manage a slight nod as he felt his jeans being lowered to his ankles. Brian took a moment to grab a condom and lube out of his pocket before lowering his own pants to his knees. The way Justin's hands were clawing at the door, he was afraid there might just be marks in the metal when they were through. "Take it easy," he soothed.

"I'll take it…" Justin panted. "Anyway… I can get it… long as I get it now!"

Brian chuckled as he rolled the condom onto his aching dick and covered it with lube before squirting more on his fingers to prepare his lover. He circled the puckered opening with one slick finger before slowly pushing inside.

"Ohhhh," Justin moaned. "That feels so fucking good."

Brian smiled and nuzzled his neck as he stretched the opening with first one finger, then two.

"Now," the smaller man practically pleaded. "Brian…"

Brian positioned the head of his cock at the prepared opening and slowly pushed inside, not stopping until he was fully imbedded. "Fuck," Justin gasped. "Oh, fuck, Brian."

Taking that as his signal to proceed, Brian pulled out and pushed back in, reaching around to begin stroking Justin in time with his thrusts. In a matter of seconds, they'd established the rhythm that was so familiar to them and began to pick up speed, Justin pushing back to meet every forward thrust from the man he loved.

"Justin," Brian breathed into his ear as he neared completion.

The hot breath was enough to trigger Justin's release and he called out Brian's name as he shot his load against the cool metal door. Brian was only seconds behind and filled the condom with one last, deep thrust.

They collapsed against the door, Brian's chest pressed to his lover's back. "Just can't get that over the phone," Brian breathed.

Justin managed a weak laugh. "You can say that again." A moment later, Brian straightened and turned the other man to face him, taking his lips into a long, soul-searing kiss. When they broke apart, Brian steadied his lover while he stepped out of the jeans pooled around his ankles, then finished removing his own pants and shirt before taking Justin's hand and leading him to the bedroom.

By the time they made it to the bed, their lips were locked together once again, hands stroking flesh that had been too long missed. Pushing the younger man down on the bed, Brian covered the lithe body with his own, their lips never parting.

"I missed you," Justin whispered once they'd broken apart for much-needed oxygen.

"I think we've already established that, Sunshine," Brian said with a smile before lowering his head to leave a trail of kisses down the creamy expanse of his lover's throat.

"Yeah," Justin agreed, slowly being rendered incoherent by the man's ministrations.

Brian took his time and paid homage to every inch of the man beneath him, lavishing special attention on the two rosy nipples begging to be touched. Once he'd sucked and nibbled them to attention, he continued on his journey down the flat stomach. He bypassed the straining erection and continued his way down the sensitive flesh of one inner thigh before retracing the path his lips had made. Pausing only a moment to tongue-fuck Justin's navel, he made his way across to the other thigh, the whole time avoiding the man's most sensitive organ.

"Brian, please," Justin panted as the sensations overwhelmed him.

Brian looked up. "Please what?"

Blue eyes met hazel and the electricity flowing between them could have lit the whole building never mind the room. "Fuck me," he whispered in a voice husky with desire.

Brian kissed his way back until he reached the swollen lips he couldn't resist. After a long, deep kiss, he pulled his head back to look down into the flushed face of his lover. "No," he whispered.

Justin's brow furrowed slightly as he tried to get his mind around the word. It wasn't something he often heard Brian Kinney utter in bed.

In an attempt to clarify without having to say the words, Brian shifted his weight until he lay on his stomach beside the smaller man. Justin propped himself up on one elbow and ran a hand lightly down his lover's back. Leaning in, he kissed the lips he craved. "Love you," he whispered softly. Without waiting for a response, he moved until he was poised over the other man's taut body, taking a moment to revel in the feel of Brian's back against his chest. His hands stroked slowly up and down the man's sides while he nuzzled the tender skin at the back of his neck eliciting a soft sigh from the man beneath him.

Slowly, he began to leave a trail of warm kisses down his partner's spine, his hands never stopping as they mapped out every inch of skin they could reach. When his mouth reached the swell of his lover's buttocks, he extended his tongue and made one long sweep down the length of his crack.

"Justin," Brian breathed.

Positioning himself between Brian's legs, Justin bent forward and began to lavish all his attention on the rosy hole awaiting him. He swirled his tongue around it until Brian moaned, then pointed the appendage and pushed it slowly inside.

"God," Brian gasped involuntarily.

"Shhhh," Justin soothed, running his hands lightly over the other man's hips to calm him. "Almost there."

"Then get there already," Brian ground out, fighting to maintain what little control he could.

Justin smiled and reached for the lube and a condom. He encased his own dick first, hissing slightly at the contact, then took his time preparing the other man. He knew Brian didn't bottom often and didn't want to risk hurting him no matter how unintentional.

By the time he'd worked three fingers into the tight hole, Brian was gripping the sheets and concentrating on not begging for more. Knowing he was as ready as he was going to get, Justin quickly lubed his sheathed cock and positioned it at the prepared opening. Slowly he pushed until the head was inside, pausing to give Brian time to adjust before going any further. When he felt the man shift beneath him, he continued the slow, forward thrust until he was buried to the hilt. A small huff of laughter escaped him and Brian turned a questioning eye in his direction.

Justin smiled as he slowly pulled out and then pushed all the way back in, leaning forward to whisper in his lover's ear. "Buried treasure." Justin laughed again, the sheer joy of being with the man he loved after such a long absence combining with the strange thought. The sound of the younger man's laughter proved infectious and before Brian realized it, he was chuckling as well. Spells of laughter erupted between moans and grunts as Justin fucked him long and slow. The need for release built by increments until they were both too close to do anything but succumb.

Reaching beneath his lover, Justin fisted the hard, leaking shaft and began to pump in time to his thrusts. "Oh, God, Brian," he gasped, the desire to laugh long forgotten. "I'm so close."

"Justin," Brian groaned as the man switched from long strokes to short jabs, each one hitting his prostate without fail.

Hearing his name on the lips of the man he loved was the last straw and Justin came with one final thrust. At the same time, Brian's cock erupted in his hand, filling his palm with thick creamy cum. Justin remained atop the other man until he was able to catch his breath. Slowly, he withdrew and shifted his weight to collapse, spent, at his lover's side. Both men lay in silence for a few minutes while heartbeats returned to normal and breathing slowed. Justin sensed when Brian's head turned to face him and he reciprocated so that they were looking at one another.

"Buried treasure?" Brian asked with a tongue in cheek smirk.

Justin laughed and covered his face with his one hand. "God, I can't believe I said that."

Brian chuckled. "I can't believe *when* you said that."

He rolled onto his side and used one hand to remove Justin's from his blushing face. Looking into the clear blue eyes, he smiled and leaned down to deposit a sweet kiss on the slightly swollen lips. "But I'm beginning to think Mrs. Turner may be right," he said softly. The moment the words were out of his mouth, Justin's eyes filled with tears. "Come on," Brian said, wanting to avoid any more of an emotional outburst. "We need to shower."

Justin swallowed and nodded, trying to will the lump from his throat. Without a word, he allowed himself to be pulled from the bed and toward the bathroom.

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They made love twice more that night, finally falling into an exhausted sleep just as the sun began chasing the night's shadows away. When the phone rang two hours later, they both groaned.

"Your phone," Brian grumbled. "You get it."

"You're closer," Justin countered in a sleepy voice.

"Let it ring, then."

After two more rings, Justin heaved a put-upon sigh and flopped over his lover's body to grab the intrusive device, eliciting a grunt from the other man.

"Hello," Justin said into the phone. A moment later, he was sitting straight up in the bed. "How bad?"

The tone of voice was enough to catch Brian's attention and he frowned as he watched the emotions cross Justin's face.

"Oh, God," Justin breathed. "Yeah, Ok." After another moment, he said. "Ok, I'll talk to you then. Thanks for calling." He pushed the 'off' button and sat holding the phone in his lap, staring at it as though wishing it could somehow change what he'd heard.

Brian nudged him with one knee. "What?" he asked, his voice laden with concern.

Justin turned sad eyes to face him. "That was Brett," he said quietly. "There was a fire on the soundstage last night. The lair set was totally destroyed."

Brian pushed himself up on one elbow and stroked his lover's back. "Shit. Do they know how it started?"

Justin swallowed hard. "It was set intentionally. Victor…" His voice cracked on the man's name. "Victor, the security guard, was beaten pretty badly. He's in intensive care."

Brian sat up all the way, instinctively pulling Justin into a comforting hug. His lover had spoken of the security guard on more than one occasion and he could only imagine how badly he was feeling. Hell, Brian was feeling badly and he'd never met the man. "I'm sorry," he whispered into the younger man's ear.

Justin turned so that he could bury his face in the other man's chest. They held each other tightly, neither saying anything for long moments. "He's an old man, Brian," Justin said brokenly. "How could they do something like that over a fucking movie?"

Brian had no answer to that question. "Hate's a powerful thing," he said quietly. "But that doesn't explain it. Nothing explains it."

"It's not fair," the blond whispered.

Brian kissed the top of his head gently. "No, it's not."

A few minutes later, Justin pulled out of the warm embrace. Brian watched him with concern as he headed toward the bathroom. After relieving himself, he returned to the bed where his lover lay waiting. Taking the younger man once again in his arms, Brian pulled him close until the blond head was resting on his chest. Justin wrapped one arm tightly around Brian's waist and breathed a sad sigh causing Brian to tighten his hold slightly. They lay in silence, Brian gently stroking the other man's back. When Justin finally spoke, his voice was a little stronger. "I want to go see him, Brian. I know he won't know, but …"

"We'll go see him," Brian promised. "First you should sleep."

"I don't think I can," Justin replied, though his voice betrayed his exhaustion.

"Then rest a while. They won't let you in this early anyway."

"'K," he said sleepily.

A ghost of a smile touched Brian's lips a few minutes later when he heard the deep, even breathing that indicated his lover was asleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to move without waking him, so he stayed still, knowing that he wouldn't have fallen asleep under the circumstances unless he really needed it. He'd probably lost more than was healthy in the past few weeks between the demands of the new job and the problems plaguing the movie.

And now a man was in the hospital fighting for his life.

Unconsciously, he tightened his hold on the man in his arms. He'd been worried the last couple of weeks, but that concern was quickly edging toward fear. And still, there was little he could do. In his mind, he imagined dragging Justin kicking and screaming back to Pittsburgh and locking him in the loft where he'd always be safe. In reality, of course, that was not an option. He'd never force Justin to give up his dream, not even for his own safety. But that didn't mean he couldn't ask, did it?

The body in his arms shifted and a sleepy voice replaced the silence. "Brian?"

It was then that Brian realized how tightly he was holding the other man. "Sorry," he murmured, relaxing his hold a little.

"'S'okay," Justin mumbled, already drifting back to sleep. "Just wanted to breathe."

Brian smiled and listened to the soft breaths escaping from between his lover's lips as he allowed himself the rare luxury of wishing he could hear it every night.

That thought led him back to his earlier ones. Could he really ask his lover to quit? Justin had already sacrificed so much to be with him - his father, his ideas about love and romance - hell, almost his life. How could Brian now come out and ask him to sacrifice something he'd worked so hard for?

The answer was simple. He couldn't. And that realization filled him with a quiet sense of dread.

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