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Chapter 2: Erotica, maybe that should be Ironica
"Cut!" the director yelled. It was midnight and this was the seventh time we had tried this shot, "Michael, what's wrong?"
"Nothing..." I trailed off.
"You're too tired to go on like this, go home and get a few hours more sleep tonight," he said soothingly.
"No, it'll put us behind schedule," I argued.
"Nonsense," he laughed, "we're a week ahead of schedule as it is, what's three hours?"
"Alright, I guess..."
I headed towards my trailer since that's where I last saw Justin. I opened the door and peaked my head through, looking around...not there. I walked in and the moonlight shown on my jacket on the couch, I picked it up and heard a moan. Jeez, I did need sleep, I'm hearing the couch make noises. I flipped on the light...there was Justin, sound asleep. He must have used my jacket to cover up with.
"Justin...oh Justin..." I said softly as I shook him. No response, "Justin..." I shook him harder. Still no response, "Justin!" I slapped the back of his head.
"Huh?" he asked groggily.
"Come on, we're leaving early," I explained.
We crawled into my car and sped off.
"You're gonna have to keep me awake, I'm pretty tired," I said to him, but he didn't answer. I looked over at him and he was asleep. "Great," I muttered.
I parked my car, put the hood up, locked my door, and walked over the Justin's side. I opened his door, tried to shake him awake again, to no avail, so I picked him up, locked and closed his door and carried him through the doors and to the elevator.
"You are so lucky that no one is here to see this," I muttered to the unconscious beauty.
As we entered my apartment I laid Justin down on my bed and then he started to wake up.
"I carried you all the way from the car to my room and you wake up when I get you here?" I exclaimed, "you asshole."
"Sorry," he mumbled.
I went into the bathroom and did my normal nightly routine: take off my clothes, brush my teeth, go to the bathroom, etc. as I walked out I noticed Justin scanning my CD collection.
"You can use my toothbrush if you're staying here," I said as I put on a wifebeater, "I don't have anything for you to wear to bed, I just wear my boxers and this," I pointed to the wifebeater I was now wearing.
"Sure, I'll stay, where do you want me to sleep?" he asked.
"Couch, floor, recliner, or if you don't mind sharing the bed you can sleep in here with me," I said as I crawled under the covers.
Justin walked into the bathroom and closed the door, I reached over and adjusted the time on my alarm clock to 10:30 a.m. and then rolled over. Justin walked out wearing only his cotton boxers and climbed under the covers with me, this was the first possible sign of his feelings he had made since holding my hand in the car earlier on the way to the set.
"Hey, Mike, you still awake?" Justin asked softly.
"What?" I said solemnly as if he were an annoying younger brother.
"Can I listen to a CD? I get to sleep faster if I listen to some music," he explained.
"Alright," I said as I turned on the light, "my CD Walkman is broken, put the CD in the stereo and plug the cordless headphones in there.
He got up and scoured my collection, picked out some CD and did as I told him. He climbed back into bed wearing the headphones and I turned off the light. What seemed like the second I turned off the light I felt something pulling against the elastic waistband of my boxers. I didn't move, I wasn't sure what to interpret this as, well obviously this was a sign of attraction by him, but how far did he want to go?
I rolled over and looked at him, we were staring into each other's eyes with only the light of the moon for us to see with. He leaned in and kissed me, I showed my appreciation as I snaked my tongue into his mouth. He rolled on top of me, still continuing our kiss, I started to run my fingers through his hair, but I found the headphones instead. I took them off and must have hit the off button when I did because the music started to come out of the speakers as I threw the headphones to the floor.
I listened carefully as Justin sucked on my neck, I recognized the song immediately, Madonna's 'Erotica', how ironic...
I leaned up and started to sing along with the song into his ear "Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body..."
He seemed to get the message as he stripped my wifebeater off of me and threw it to the floor. He licked and sucked every inch of my neck and chest. Slowly, he moved his way down to the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down with his teeth.
The song approached its end, so did the foreplay. I flipped Justin over and got on top of him, holding his wrists tightly.
"Only the one that's hurts you can make you feel better," I sang to him.
I forcefully yanked his boxers off of him and threw them onto the floor along with mine. I leaned in close to him and engulfed his thick 7-inch cock as song ended simply with: "Erotic...a"
He moaned loudly as the next song started to play, he was obviously overstimulated since he blew his load in a matter of seconds. I grabbed a condom from my nearby stand rolled in over my own thick, 9-inch cock. I put some lube on my finger and started to finger the hot blonde's tight hole, he moaned in pleasure. Then I slowly started to work my large prick into his hot, tight ass.
I slowly started to pump the idol of millions of teenage girls as he moaned louder and louder with each thrust. I was too overexcited and soon came in buckets into the condom. I fell on top of him as the second song, appropriately entitled `Fever', ended.
Justin rolled over on top of me as I hit the button on the stereo remote to stop the CD, he leaned in close to my ear and licked it slowly, seductively.
"You give me fever," he said, quoting the song. He kissed again and we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
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