This chapter has been a long time coming, and has been extensively re-written twice. I would like to thank my friend John on the east coast for giving me a little feedback and some suggestions as to which way to take this story. As always, all comments are welcome.
Thanks,
Daniel Lund rimshotsplanet@hotmail.com
Rocket and a hard place: Part 2
Tony rolled over on his futon bed and looked at the dozing form next to him, his eyes taking in Brian's beautiful sculpted chest and stomach, the almost non-existent bit of hair on his chest, and the barely visible line that ran from his navel to his crotch. Brian's chest rose slowly and evenly, and his face was peaceful.
Tony had just given him the blowjob of his life, and Brian had clawed at the bed and arched up from the mattress, his eyes tightly shut and a grimace on his face. Tony was an expert, and Brian hadn't been able to last very long. He'd forced his hips up again and again towards Tony's skilled mouth and had literally screamed as he loosed his load down Tony's throat.
Tony sighed and put his head back down, covering his eyes with his arm. The last thing on earth he'd wanted was an affair, especially with a teenager. He had seen people he knew get jacked up more than once for statutory rape, although with Brian being seventeen that was unlikely. Still, the worst part was that he didn't want to hurt Brian, and if he ever did catch something making a porno, he damned sure didn't want to pass it along.
He really didn't want to feel close to anyone. That was the central problem here. Brian had awakened in him that deepest part of himself that he most feared and loathed, the part that could love. Disgusted with himself for not stopping this earlier, he got up off the bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee. His mind wandered and warred with itself.
Brian blinked into the late morning sun and squinted into the unfamiliar room. It took a second to realize where he was and then a broad grin spread across his lips. "It was real." He whispered and looked down at himself, inhaling deeply and smelling the lingering passage of their sex. He was so happy that it felt like his chest would explode, and when he heard dishes clinking in the outer room, he jumped up and hurried towards the sound.
Tony's back was to him, and he stopped for a few seconds just to watch Tony move. His powerful back, ass, and legs flexed under the skin, and Brian shivered, intoxicated. He moved quietly up behind the object of his affections and wrapped his arms around Tony's waist, causing him to jump.
"Christ!" Tony whirled around and then sighed. "You scared the shit out of me."
Brian laughed and put his head against Tony's strong chest. "Sorry. I had to touch you."
Tony chuckled and put his arms around Brian's shoulders. "A little warning keeps you from getting knocked on your ass, Bri."
Brian leaned up and kissed him gently. "Please tell me you have today off.
I want to spend the whole day with you."
Tony swallowed uncomfortably. "Listen, man. I've been thinking, and I shouldn't have done what I did. You know what I do, and it's dangerous. You need somebody that, well, doesn't fuck everything that moves."
"You didn't fuck me." Brian smirked. "Not yet, anyway."
Tony moved away from him and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not getting through to you, Brian. I'm like a time bomb. Someday I'll come up hot with aids or something, and I don't want to hurt anybody when that happens." He leaned against the counter and sipped at his coffee. "I couldn't do that to you. You're not a casual roll in the hay."
Brian felt himself getting upset, and he tried to get a hold of himself. "Quit, Tony. If that's what it means then quit."
"Gotta pay the bills somehow, man." Tony said quietly. "I'm not the construction type."
"So you just keep going until you really do get sick? That's stupid." Brian went to Tony and put his hands on his smooth chest and pleaded. "Tony, that was the most special thing I ever had happen to me, and I want it to be the first, not the last. I've dreamed of being with you since I first saw you. Please, don't kill it before it starts."
Tony swallowed hard, not trusting himself to speak. He set the coffee down and put his hand on Brian's cheek. "Dude, it's to late. This wasn't ever supposed to happen." He headed for the bedroom to get dressed. "You don't have any idea how fucked up that is, but that's the way it is."
"Bullshit!" Brian snarled from the door as Tony bent to pick up his pants.
Brian tackled him onto the bed with a force neither of them expected and landed on top of Tony, pinning him for the moment. "People wait forever to find somebody, and I found exactly who I wanted." Brian's face was red with anger and he shook. "You can blow this deal if you want, but I'm not going to. I want to know you, Tony, and I want to make love with you. You said you protect yourself when you work, fine. I take that risk." He mashed his mouth down on to Tony's and forced his mouth open for a deep almost violent kiss.
Finally, Brian pulled back and met Tony's eyes. "Love me, Tony. I dare you." He jumped up and pulled on his boxers and pants, and then left, leaving Tony lying on the futon with an enormous erection.
At four that afternoon, Tony sat next to Victor's pool reading a script. His mind kept wandering, and it was hard to concentrate. He kept having to stop and go back a few lines and re-read it. Finally he tossed the booklet on the patio table and turned away. As usual there was no story, no plot, and plenty of tender young virgins getting ass fucked. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"So, what'd you think, Tony? Can do?" Victor came out of the house with two large frozen fruit and vodka concoctions and handed one to Tony. "I think we can have it wrapped in a week." Victor parked his scrawny little balding ass in the chair as Tony watched out of the corner of his eye.
"What I think, Vic, is that you have me under contract for only one more film. I then think that I will be retiring." Tony slid the drink away. "This script is the worst yet. You don't even try to have a story."
"What do you mean, retiring?" Vic looked like he'd been slapped. "You can't do that to me. I made you what you are. I created Ricky the Rocket."
"Fine, you fuck 'em." Tony shoved the script across the table. "You said I could produce one a long fucking time ago, Vic. I ain't seen that opportunity yet, or did I miss it?"
"Look, Tony, Baby, you're hot right now. You'd be useless to me behind the camera. I need you out in front. Jesus, you make straight guys blow in their shorts." Victor reached out and grabbed Tony's arm, pleading. "I promise, I'll do right by you, but I got a thousand producers and only one Ricky the Rocket."
Tony stood up and leaned over the table. His eyes went glacial, and he leaned in real close. "You're pathetic, Vic. You disgust me and I disgust me. I'm done. I won't to this." He slammed his fist on the script. "I don't give a fuck about the contract, either. Sue me, I don't have a goddamned dime." He stood up and smiled for the first time since he'd arrived. It looked like a shark. "Good luck, Vic." He patted the man's shoulder and walked off toward the house.
"Wait! Jesus, we can make a deal here. Tony, for Christ sake listen to reason!" Victor ran up and grabbed his arm. "Tell me what you want. I'll make it happen."
Tony smiled again and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Better get a pencil and paper." He chuckled. "Here's the deal. From now on, I make twenty five big per picture, acting in or producing."
"You're out of your fucking mind." Vic's jaw dropped. "Nobody in the business makes that."
"I do, or I walk. You decide, and I want it in writing." Tony leaned against the wall. "Next, I get to cast my films, and have absolute control of which little street walkers you hire. All of them have to have blood results before we shoot."
"That's over the line, Tony. No way." Vic tried to take control back and ended up chasing Tony towards the door. "Wait, goddamn it!"
"You're not real bright, Vic. I never gave you any reason to think this was negotiable." Tony reached for the front door.
"I'm listening, dammit. Now stop and talk to me." Vic slid between Tony and the door. "This is insane. Nobody ever got this before."
"A saw the numbers on 'Rocket Pool Party', Vic. It's up around ten million now. I'm not asking for shit and you know it, and I know those Czech guys are getting fuckwads of cash, so your story don't wash. Either I get what I want or I walk, and I know about six different studios that would eat monkey shit to get Ricky the Rocket."
"Bullshit! That's copy written. You can't use it." Vic's face went red. "I'd have your ass."
"Better read the contract, dumbass. I own the rights to the name and character, remember? Your idea of a bonus." Tony lifted Victor up by squeezing his arms into his sides and set him out of the way.
"All right!" Vic's thin reedy voice almost squeaked. "What else do you want Santa to bring, because I'm telling you that the studio will tell you to get fucked."
"I guess you better convince 'em, Vic." Tony opened the door and walked out on the porch. "Nice talking to you, though." He turned and slid his Oakley's down, looking over the top of them. "I guess you know how to reach me?" He turned and walked out to his Camaro."
Brian sat on the porch and basically stared at his hands. All day he'd been preoccupied, and all day he'd been irritable and snappish. He had nearly ended his young life early when his father had asked him to take the garbage out and he had tartly replied something to the effect of do it yourself, but in not so nice terms. Immediately realizing what he'd done, he looked up into the most shocked and nearly hysterical eyes he ever wanted to see. He had begged forgiveness and blamed his behavior and manners on a lack of sleep and the heat. Although his dad had bought the story, it had been a close call.
Now, at almost six, he couldn't get his mind off Tony. Brian was not a very emotional person by nature, and when his chest constricted and his eyes watered up, it caught him completely by surprise, compounding the problem. Guys did not cry, and when they did it was supposed to be at funerals and shit.
He pulled off his worn t-shirt and mopped his face with it, wiping away the sweat and any accidental sign of tears before anyone could see it. The apartments were a busy place, and a lot of people came and went. He was just giving up when he heard the familiar sounds of Tony's Camaro.
Tony pulled up and got out, setting the alarm. He flashed a killer smile at Brian and headed for the Porch. "I was hoping you'd be around. Wanna hear about my day at work?" He passed Brian and pulled the door open for both of them.
"If it's not gross, yeah." Brian forced a smile and headed up to Tony's door. "You seem really happy."
"You're gonna be too, man." Tony fumbled with the lock and shoved the door open. "Shoes." He said and pointed at the little blue mat. Brian stopped and pulled off his shoes. Tony closed the door and kicked off his shoes. "You remember all that shit I said this morning?" He headed for the bedroom, undressing as he went.
"Yeah. I remember what I said, too." Brian mumbled quietly. He dropped his t-shirt on the table in the kitchen and followed Tony into the bedroom. "What happened?"
Tony slid out of his jeans, revealing a lack of underwear, and stretched. "Bri, look, I don't, well, I mean I haven't.." He fumbled for words as he reached for the terrycloth shower wrap and put it around his waist. "Shit, I can't think of how to put this."
"Just say it, Tony. You're making me nervous." Brian climbed onto the futon.
Tony stretched out next to him and turned on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" He looked at his hands nervously.
"Not as much as I wanted to." Brian searched Tony's eyes. "You're kind of babbling."
"Look, a long time ago I decided that the world was fucked, and that everyone was the enemy, okay?" Tony looked up and met Brian's eyes. "See, I was really afraid to be, well, part of something. I didn't want to be..."
"Hurt?" Brian finished for him, reaching out to just barely touch his hand. "I wouldn't ever..."
"I know, that's what I'm trying to say. Listen a minute." Tony stroked Brian's Cheek. "You are the most innocent person I ever met, Brian. You are totally face value. You don't hide anything." He smiled slightly and had to swallow before he continued. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you all day, and I wasn't really, you know, whole until I saw you on the porch."
Brian couldn't help it. He tried to choke it back, but he sniffled and his chest hitched. A single tear ran down his cheek. "I felt the same way, man. I felt so hollow when I left this morning." Tony's arms came out and Brain rolled into them. "I didn't mean to fuck up your life. I'm sorry."
Tony lifted up his chin. "You didn't. I mean it. You made me think about living, you know? About having somebody to come home to."
"I know we just figured this out, Tony, but I know I love you. I hope that doesn't make you mad." Brian put a death grip on Tony's arm. "It just sort of happened."
Tony used his hands to turn Brian so they faced each other, his face more relaxed than it had been for a long time. "You're not listening to me, Bri.
It's been so long since I felt anything that I'm not sure, but I think I might love you, too. All I know is my chest feels funny."
"You got it as bad as me?" Brian laughed, feeling his tears on Tony's chest. He sniffed loudly. "I got you wet."
"You're the only person I ever met that I would let get me wet." Tony chuckled and hugged Brian tightly. "I didn't tell you the best part. I talked to that guy I told you about, Victor? I got a new deal."
"What kind of deal?" Brian closed his eyes and rested on Tony's arm.
"I have to do two more flicks, and then I'm a producer. Nobody touches me but you." He smiled down at Brian and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
"Really?" Brian looked up and smiled. "You get to do what, find people and stuff?"
"Yeah, that's close enough." Tony nodded. ""It's complicated, but from now on, every time I star in one, I get to produce or direct one, and I get a lot bigger piece of the profits. I might even get to make one of my own if I can think up a script. Know any writers?"
"You mean if you do a script, you get to direct it and stuff? Like doing something better than just porn?" Brian punched him lightly in the chest. "That would be awesome, like a real movie that's gay?"
"Yeah. I told them I thought I could make it sell, and that Ricky Reynolds would be in it as a real actor with enough sex scenes to make it make money." Tony rolled onto his back. "I want to have some meaning behind me before I fade away."
"Tell our story, man." Brian climbed up onto Tony's chest and put his hands on his cheeks. "The real truth. I'll be in it with you. I'll be eighteen in January. Tell the world about us."
Tony smiled wistfully and stroked the side of Brian's jaw. "That's great, Bri, but you are the last person I would ever let be in a porn movie. Only I see you naked, deal?"
"Deal." Brian smiled and kissed him. "But, I think that the story could be cool. Can I help write it?"
"Why not? I'm sure we could sell them on it." Tony grinned and pulled Brian down for a much better, much longer kiss. When he pulled away, he couldn't help but notice the physical reaction he was having. It had been so long since that had been out of his control that it was a shock.
"What's wrong?" Brian asked, noticing Tony's expression.
Tony grinned and chuckled. "Nothing. I'm, uh, just a little amazed by you, that's all." He thought for a second, and then pulled the shower wrap open, revealing his rapidly hardening member. "I forgot what it was like to have someone do this to me."
"Better hang on, then." Brian hooked his thumbs in his basketball shorts and slid them and his boxers off, then dived forward, locking his lips and tongue around Tony's cock. Tony shivered from it and moaned. He reached out and took a hold of Brian's and began to gently jack him off.
God, it was so incredible to not feel like a slave, or a puppet, performing for the master. The pleasure was beyond words, and in a further shock, he felt stirrings in the pit of his stomach after only about ten minutes, far faster than he thought was possible. Brian was insatiable, and ignored Tony's efforts to pull him away. The kid's hands alternately roamed his stomach and thighs, and Tony found himself fighting the urge to thrash around, trying to hold still for Brian.
"Holy Christ!" He grunted through clenched teeth, arching his back and digging into the mattress with his fingers. A tingling numbness started just below his navel, and he was struck with the most powerful orgasm he could remember for a long time. Wave after wave of involuntary spasms racked him, and he pumped spurt upon spurt into Brian's mouth, gagging him with the volume of fluid.
Brian pulled off and coughed, trying to clear his throat. He had no idea what to expect because of his inexperience, and had never even conceived of opening his throat so that he could swallow. He looked up sheepishly, his face covered with Tony's mess, and grinned. "Not so good, huh?"
Tony leaned over and ran his tongue slowly around Brian's mouth and licked up the mess. "It was so perfect I can't even tell you." He kissed Brian and pulled the kid on top of him. "Let me rest a minute, and I have a surprise for you."
"Oh, yeah?" Brian kissed Tony's nipple and licked his hairless chest. "Like what?"
"Stay put a sec." Tony smiled and climbed off the bed, walking out into the living room. He returned with a small plastic bag. "I stopped to get this on the way home." He opened the sack and pulled out a little tube of KY. "Know what this is for?"
"No." Brian sat up and crossed his legs, looking up at the tube.
Tony crawled back onto the bed and took the cap off. "Close your eyes and lean back on your hands." He ordered, and waited until Brian had done so. He put a generous amount on his fingers and reached out to apply it to Brian, gently stroking his cock to it's most rigid. When he was satisfied, he rolled onto his back and spread his legs, lifting his knees up. "'Kay, Bri, c'mere."
Brian opened his eyes and immediately grinned. "No way! Really?" Tony smiled and held his arms up in invitation. Brian scrambled to get between his legs and started shaking, nervous. "I'm not going to be good at this. I've never done it."
"Just relax. It's not a contest." Tony reached down and guided Brian to the right spot. "Just move in slow. After that you'll know what to do." He fell back and closed his eyes, still smiling. "C'mon, big man, don't let me down."
Brian pushed a little, not wanting to hurt Tony, and was relieved when the head of his cock popped in easily. Tony motioned with his fingers for Brian to move in more, and he pushed a little harder. Tony jumped under him and chuckled, and Brian suddenly could go in all the way to his balls. He fell forward onto Tony's chest and panted, catching his breath.
"You're doing great." Tony breathed, experiencing pleasure from being fucked for the first time in a long time. Usually it was him doing the fucking to someone on the set. "Just take it slow, nice and easy."
Brian nodded and got up on his hands so that he could move his hips. He slid back, and immediately had to stop, feeling his own orgasm coming way to fast. Tony leaned up, understanding what the problem was, and slid his hand down until he could apply pressure to the area between Brian's balls and his ass.
It bought some extra time, but not much. For Brian, it was like being on autopilot. He could no more control himself than fly. The sensation of Tony's hands on his back and chest made it worse, and before he realized it, he was pistoning forward like a rabbit, his eyes tightly shut. He cried out, feeling the orgasm building much faster this time. "Oh my God. Oh my God!"
"Easy." Tony smiled and stroked Brian's cheek. "Just let it happen, Bri."
"Aaagh!" Brian convulsed, erupting inside of Tony. "Oh God!" He lost all control of his motions. It took all Tony could do to hold Brian in and on the bed. He wrapped his legs and arms around his young lover and tried to help him finish his moment.
"Oh! Oh! Aaagh!" Brian collapsed on top of Tony and gasped for breath. He looked up at Tony as tears streamed down his cheeks. Almost frantically, he climbed up and wrapped his arms around Tony's chest. He couldn't talk, so he just buried his face in Tony's chest and cried.
"It's okay, Bri, it's okay." He stroked the kid's head and soothed. "Just relax, okay? You'll be fine." He kissed Brian's cheek. "I love you, man, I really do. Just rest."
Victor Bramley Sat down in the big black leather chair behind his desk and steepled his fingers. "I'll lay it out for you in words you can understand.
I make fuck flicks, okay? I don't need a hired dick telling me how to make a movie, or going for an oscar. That ain't our business. You cluing in here?" He looked across the desk at Kent Peters, currently employed at one of the other studios.
Kent had just turned twenty, and had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, shaved on the sides, and eyebrows that had been carefully shaped to accent his fox like face. His blue eyes burned with an unexplained intensity, and his sculpted body was covered with a spandex muscle shirt and white denim shorts.
Victor had called and made arrangements to "borrow" Kent for the next Ricky the Rocket movie, but his plan was to entice Kent to replace Tony. Kent had a reputation for being an animal on screen, working himself into a frenzy for sex scenes. Similarly, for as young as he was, he had a reputation at the clubs for beast fucking anything that caught his eye after getting seriously shit faced. He was perfect for Victor's plans.
"How much?" Kent asked, crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair. "Rapid Fire keeps me pretty happy." He smiled slightly, his arrogance permeating the room.
"Twenty grand per picture, and a percentage." Victor leaned forward. "I made Ricky Reynolds, and I can make you, kid. All you have to do is look good and keep your mouth shut. I'll do the rest."
Kent smiled and nodded his head. "Throw in a decent apartment and a car, and you got a deal."
Victor inhaled deeply and let it out, relaxing. He nodded his head and chuckled. "I'll think about it." Long after Kent had gone, Victor stared out the window and chewed on his thumbnail. Visions of a new ad campaign and Internet support swirled in his mind.
Brian woke up alone in Tony's bed, and his stomach growled as soon as he smelled something cooking. He was a little shaky as he crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to first relieve him self and then jump in the shower for the world's fastest wash job.
His head was much clearer as he dried off and headed out into the living room. He decided not to get dressed, taking advantage of Tony's clothing optional policy. It was a good choice since Tony was standing in the kitchen naked, cooking bacon and eggs. He turned as Brian walked up and grinned.
"Have a good nap?" He held out his arms and wrapped them around Brian. Brian nodded, hugging him back.
"I'm glad I woke up. My dad gets home in an hour. I gotta go before that." Brian leaned heavily against Tony and closed his eyes. "Thank you."
Tony laughed and lifted his face up for a kiss. "Thank you, Bri. I haven't been alive like that forever."
They ate breakfast for dinner, and Brian finally went and dressed to go back to his apartment. He came out with his t-shirt draped over one shoulder, holding his socks in the other. "Tomorrow's Sunday, isn't it?" He asked, sitting on the couch to pull the socks on.
"Yeah, why?"
"My dad goes on ten hour graves tomorrow." Brian sighed, thinking about his dad. "He really busts his balls, you know? I wish I could help."
"Maybe you help just by staying out of trouble." Tony smiled slightly. "I was pretty rough on my parents. I haven't seen 'em for a long time."
"Falling in love with a male porn star isn't exactly staying out of trouble." He said with a little sarcasm and bent over to kiss Tony. "I need to go in to the mall and get my dad a birthday present tomorrow. Will you take me?"
"Like you have to ask?"
Brian chuckled and shook his head. "I'll see you at six to go running." He headed for the door.
"Wouldn't miss it."
A week later, Brian stood in the kitchen of his apartment making his dad's lunch. He could hear the shower stop and his dad moving around in his room.
Brian would finish the vacuuming and the laundry after his dad left. He made sure he didn't do anything that would wake his dad up while he was trying to sleep.
"Thanks for getting my shirts done." Carl Bradshaw smiled at his son as he came into the living room. "I really appreciate it, kiddo."
"You've got to be getting sick of ham sandwiches, Dad. What do you want in your lunches?" Brian put the sandwiches, some chips, a pear, and a small bottle of iced tea in the lunch box and closed it. "I have to go to the grocery store tonight for laundry soap and shampoo anyway."
Carl took two twenties out of his wallet and handed them to his son. "Surprise me. You haven't made anything I won't eat yet." He picked up the lunch box and headed for the door. "I was going to ask you, by the way, when did you become a neat freak?" He turned and looked at Brian.
"What do you mean?" Brian leaned against the counter.
"Your bed is made every morning when I get home, the apartment is always clean. I can hardly believe it. What happened to my teenaged son?" Carl opened the door and waited for the answer.
Brian smiled, wondering what would happen if he told the truth. Gee, dad, I spend most nights in Tony's bed having gay sex and fucking a porn star senseless. I really only use my bed the nights you're home. He stifled a giggle and flashed a shit-eating grin at his father. "I guess I'm just trying to bribe you to give me my own way."
Carl shook his head and chuckled. "Well thanks anyway, kiddo, I appreciate it. See you tomorrow." He pulled the door closed behind him, and Brian moved quickly to his room. He snatched up a pillow and held it over his mouth and laughed.
It was twenty after seven when he walked out of his apartment and went down the stairs to Tony's, letting himself in with his own key. The key had been a gift a couple of days ago, found lying on top of a note on the kitchen table.
Brian,
I want you to have this. This place is my sanctuary, so
keep that in mind. I only want one person I know inside me
or my space.
Tony
Brian felt an electric thrill when he used the key, like he was opening the lock on the secret inner Tony. It was strange, but he understood how Tony needed one place on earth where there was no place anything could hide, no dirtiness. The white wasn't a color choice, it was anti-darkness.
There was a note on the table, as usual, and Brian read it. Tony was in town going over a script, and would be home around nine. Brian crumpled the note and tossed it and took the opportunity to help Tony out with a little cleaning. He ran the vacuum, dusted, and put all of the laundry in the basket to go down later and be washed. He really enjoyed doing this for Tony, and could see a life for himself where he did it permanently.
After tidying up, he went through Tony's fridge and cupboards and made a shopping list. There was another forty dollars in his pocket that Tony had given him this morning after they'd gone running, and he was going to kill two birds with one stone.
Last year for Christmas, his dad had given him a cross-country pack for his bike and a backpack. If carefully packed, it was perfect for the grocery store. He laid out everything in the cart in a sort of pattern, arranging it how it would be packed. Most of the baggers knew him and helped him pack the items as they were rung through.
"Two orders tonight?" Linda, his favorite checker asked.
"I offered to help a friend out." Brian shrugged. "He's not feeling good, so I said I'd do it."
"What a nice guy!" Linda fawned over him. "The world needs more guys like you."
Brian smiled and hefted the packs. "Thanks, guys. I'll see you in a few days." He went out to his bike and settled the packs onto their brackets over the wheels and adjusted the backpack. It was a mostly level ride home, but still a decent work out with the weight.
He put the stuff away in his own apartment first, and was nearly done with Tony's when he heard the key in the lock. He finished putting things away and turned around with a big smile on his face as the door opened. "Hey! How was your day?"
"Another day in paradise." Tony kicked off his shoes and headed for the bedroom, pulling off his clothes. "Did I give you enough money?"
Brian followed him and leaned on the door jam. "Plenty. I put the change in that cookie jar you showed me." He leaned his head against the wood frame. "Shitty day?"
Tony finished stripping and turned to Brian, taking a hold of his arms and planting a long kiss on him. "Not now." He wrapped his arms around Brian and hugged him hard. "The best part of the day is finding you here waiting for me."
"It was hard to wait." Brian said and then yelped as Tony literally tore his shirt off, dropping the pieces on the floor. "Jesus!" He laughed. "I would've taken it off." Tony smiled at him a certain way, and Brian instantly crouched and held his hands up. "Ah c'mon, Tony. I don't have that many pairs of shorts to tear up."
"I'll buy more." Tony grinned and matched Brian's crouched stance. Brian giggled and tried to run, but Tony swept in and hooked an arm around his waist, lifting him so he was upside down. With the other hand he reached up and pulled Brian's nylon basketball shorts and underwear off in one motion.
"Ow! You got hairs!" Brian yelped. "That's all right. I'll get even." He grabbed Tony's ass with both hands and enveloped his cock in his mouth, moving his head rapidly for maximum effect. The way Tony was holding him upside down access was not a problem, although the blood was rushing to his head.
"Oh, God, Bri!" Tony shivered and nearly dropped the kid. "Whoa, shit." He turned to stumble back towards the bed. "You just keep it up, smart ass.
Two can play at that game." He tumbled onto the bed, still holding Brian around the waist, and returned the favor.
"No, I'm not happy with the arrangement, Stephen." Victor almost shouted into the phone, his high voice sounding stressed and nasal. "Yeah, he's made us some money, but that doesn't justify the salary. I can make any walking dick a star. I'm sick of Tony Hansen, and I'm sick of Ricky Reynolds."
He sat down in the chair behind his desk and listened for a moment. "He wants to direct and produce for Christ sake. This ain't Hollywood. It doesn't work that way." He listened again, picking up the notes he'd made while talking to Tony. "Listen to this. He wants to make a picture that has a story. A story? It's a fucking porno, Stephen. We don't do Citizen Kane."
Robby, one of the production assistants walked in and handed Vic several envelopes. "From the clinic. Blood tests." He whispered quietly. Vic nodded, and Robby left.
"So do we understand each other, Stephen? Do I have to bow down to this asshole, or do I work him out of the picture?" Vic tore open the envelopes one at a time as he listened. One of the tests caught his eye, and a broad grin spread across his face. "I'm glad to hear that, Stephen. I was beginning to worry here. I think I can get him to move along, and I know for a fact I can get a new star. Yeah, talk to you tomorrow." He hung up and reread the blood tests and then wadded one of them up. "Yeah, I think I can arrange a slight change of venue."
"What am I supposed to do? I'll be bored out of my skull." Brian lounged on the futon naked and propped his head up on his hand, watching as Tony packed a small gym bag with clothes and toiletries.
"It's three days, Bri. I think you'll live." Tony zipped the case shut and turned to take a t-shirt out of the dresser. "That cab'll be here any minute. I gotta get a move on." He pulled the shirt on and put his wallet in his back pocket. "You okay for money?"
"Yeah, and I have the phone number for the hotel." Brian held up a little piece of paper. "Can I come and see you?"
Tony sighed, thinking, and reached in his pocket. "Do you have a license?"
"Yes. My dad insured me so I can drive his truck to the store and stuff." Brian looked at him quizzically. "Why?"
Tony pulled out his keys and tossed them to Brian. "Scratch it and you're dead. No tickets either."
"That's fucking sweet!" Brian rolled up and bounded across the bed into Tony's arms. "Can I really drive it to San Diego?"
"It's only about twenty minutes. I'll call and let you know." Tony smiled. There was a honk from outside, and he kissed Brian quickly. "Gotta go. Wait for me to call, okay?" He turned and left, leaving Brian on the bed.
Only a few hours later, Tony sat in a patio chair near the pool behind the beach house the studio had rented for the film. His almost non-existent speedo was uncomfortably tight, and his mood had soured considerably. He listened to Victor chewing two hired extras out about how they had a tendency to be overly modest, and he shook his head, feeling sorry for the kids. It took a lot of dehumanizing behavior to get used to being naked in front of a large crowd. He envied them their intact sense of dignity.
His co-star, Kent Peters, had shown up fashionably late, putting things behind before they even got started, and then had an unholy shit fit about his wardrobe. Actually, Tony had laughed himself sick over that since the wardrobe consisted of a speedo, or a speedo. The crew had laughed as well, throwing Mr. Peters, as he liked to be called, into an even worse rage.
Now it was nearing ten pm, and the script called for a lot of night shots. Tony yawned and let his mind wander, wishing he were home asleep, Brian wrapped in his arms, and no worries. He glanced towards the house where he could see Victor hashing it out with Kent, waving his arms and gesturing towards Tony. Finally after several minutes a not very happy looking Kent came over to him.
"Vic wants it rough, man. I just thought you ought to know." He folded his muscular arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. "He's kind of creepy sometimes, isn't he?"
Tony raised an eyebrow, surprised by this almost human behavior. He smiled and stood up, adjusting the leg bands of the speedo for the hundredth time. "It won't be the first time, Kent. The easiest way to get rid of Vic is to put it in the can on the first take. Think you're up to it?"
Kent sighed and met his eyes. He nodded and pushed off the wall. "You know, I'm no the asshole everyone thinks I am. I just feel like shit. I need some sleep."
"Then let's get it done." Tony patted him on the shoulder. They made their way to the Jacuzzi where most of the action for the night shoot would take place. Lighting was nearly finished, and Kent stepped down into the hot tub, closing his eyes and settling into the water.
"God, let me know when they wanna shoot, okay?" He said, leaning back.
"Don't fall asleep, dick head." Tony splashed water at him. "Here comes Attila."
"You two ready?" Victor's high nasal voice shattered the peace like a hand grenade. "Everybody up to speed on what we want here?" He looked around and then at Tony. "Alright, big shot, give me everything you've got."
"Rolling, camera at speed."
"Sound synched."
"Action."
It took several minutes for the two of them to get warmed up, and Tony was impressed with Kent's ability to remember his cues. The were out of the speedos quickly, and he sucked and kissed Kent from his face to his feet, and then working through one of his better blow jobs. Tony knew exactly where to move for the cameras, and Kent followed through perfectly.
After nearly thirty minutes, they had both came once and were moving into the grand finale. Tony was bent over the side of the small pool with his legs spread, and Kent, who was well hung and thick, moved in behind him. He rolled a condom onto his cock and slid forward, entering Tony with a huge thrust.
Tony grimaced and stifled a groan. The pain was intense. Every time Kent moved it was like fire shooting through his ass. He was a pro, though, and when the camera was on him his face was a picture of bliss. Kent moved faster and harder, almost screaming, and he finally shoved forward, cumming.
Tony felt a blaze of pain shoot through his guts and down his leg. He nearly passed out and collapsed hard on the concrete. It hurt so bad he could barely think. One of the crew brought him a towel and put it over his shoulders.
"Tony, are you okay? There's blood in the water." The guy asked. Tony felt Kent pull out and the guy pulled him out of the water to lie on the edge.
"Jesus Christ, Kent, I didn't say kill him!" Vic thundered. "How the hell are we supposed to finish..." His voice trailed off and he pointed at Kent's cock. "Check that rubber. Is that torn?"
Tony grimaced and sat up, looking at his co-star as he pulled the shredded remains of his condom off. It hung in three pieces in Kent's hands. Kent's face was ghost white as he met Tony's eyes. "Some of it's missing." He muttered. "I don't see it in the water."
"Tony's bleeding, Vic. A lot." The crew guy said. Tony kept looking at the torn rubber as his vision faded. His only thoughts were of Brian, and how he may have just screwed himself out of the only relationship that ever mattered to him. He passed out with Brian's smile in his mind.
Author's note: With the help of a very good friend of mine, I'm going to delve into some heavy-duty issues for the next couple of chapters. All feedback is welcome, good and bad, but this isn't you average sex story. There's a lot of emotions involved with a disease scare.