Brian tossed away his third cigarette and looked at the fake beers on the fake-bar-counter. There was nothing that he wanted more in that moment, than a cold beer or a double scotch. Sighing, he looked down at the script in his hands and frowned, asking once again to himself how was he going to tell the blond devil that he loved him. 'Every time I see you with someone else, I can feel myself dying inside' he read the line near his character's name and felt himself like tearing the for-shit script into million tiny pieces.
"What a load of bullshit" he muttered under his breath before fishing for another cigarette in the way-too tight-jeans that the production made him wear almost every day. "How fucking stoned I was when I decided to pick up this fucking part?" he was growing more frustrated every second that passed until he saw a cigarette being shaken in front of his face. He almost smiled at his savior, but then he saw that it was no one else than the blond devil himself. "Fuck off, Blondie."
"Now now B, is that any way to talk to the love of your life?" An evil smirk spread across the angelic-looking face of his co-actor.
Brian frowned once again. "I'll say it again. Fuck off, Blondie."
Justin took a lighter from his leather pants and lighted up the cigarette that was shaking in Brian's face just a couple of seconds before. He took a deep puff and exhaled right in his co-actor's face. "You know, if you finish your only packet of cigarettes and you're in desperate need of a dose of nicotine, than you should be a little more friendly towards the person that owns a freshly bought packet of cigarettes." He gave Brian one of his most innocent-looking smile and Brian wanted nothing more than to strangle him.
"Tell me something, Blondie, did you turn making my life an utter hell the mission of your life?"
Justin took another deep puff from the cigarette and then tossed it to the ground smashing it with his booth. Brian looked at the barely smoked cigarette being thrown away and told himself that bending down and light it up again was definitely something that he shouldn't been doing.
"It's not my life-mission," his smile got bigger. "Rather my favorite free time activity."
Brian scowled at him and Justin smiled happily. "You know, we must be the greatest actors ever, because I can't really understand how in the hell there are so many people thinking that I'm fucking you in the real life when I would never come anywhere near your ass with my dick outside the set."
The blond smirked and shrugged. "Tell me something B, why are you so keen to deny the reality of the facts? It wasn't my dick hard as a rock the other day while we were pretending to fuck."
"First of all, don't fucking call me B and second, I haven't had sex in the last two weeks, I could become hard rubbing against a tree."
Out of the corner of his eye, Justin saw the producer coming their way, so he took a step forwards and gently brushed his fingers over Brian's arm, smiling seductively up at the older man. "Then go rubbing against a tree next time you feel like cuming, even if you would probably be thinking about how soft my skin his." He winked and turned his back to his co-actor and Brian noticed the producer right in time to stop himself from shouting at Justin to go fuck himself.
Brian kissed slowly Justin's neck, carefully licking the soft skin with his tongue. He could feel him trembling under his touch and smirked. Sliding lightly up, he nuzzled and bit just behind the blond's ear and felt him growing hard against his thigh.
He pulled slightly backward and stared for a moment at the blond's blissful face before attacking his mouth. There was no denying that if the scene exuded sex, was mostly because they were both a second away from coming. Brian showed his tongue in Justin's open mouth and felt the blond moan freely and trembling under his fingertips.
"CUT!" they barely heard the shout from the director and when they pulled apart, Justin looked in Brian's eyes and frowned.
"You play dirty B" he murmured still seated in Brian's lap.
The brunet smirked and "accidently" dropped his left hand between them, grabbing Justin's cock in his hand. The blond bit down on his lips trying to hold back a moan. "Now Blondie, who's the one that got hard while filming?"
Justin pressed his fingers deep in Brian's skin, making sure to leave marks on both his shoulders. "I hate you" he told him and Brian pushed him down on the floor-pillows where they were filming the scene and stretched out on top of him purposely sliding his right knee between Justin's legs.
The blond's normally pale skin, was quickly becoming red and Brian smirked once again.
"I see that you're ready for the next scene guys" They both recognized the director's voice and both decided to ignore him without even glancing away from each other's eyes. "Everybody ready! We're filming!"
Justin slid his hand in Brian's hair and pulled the brunet's head down so their lips were mere inches apart. "I love you" he whispered and looked straight into Brian's eyes. The older man was surprised to see so much hate in his eyes while he was technically declaring his love to his partner. "I want us to be together all the time, George." 'God how I hate that stupid name', Justin thought.
"You know that you're the love of my life. Every time I see you with someone else, I can feel myself dying inside" 'How pathetic could a guy be?', Brian thought.
"It's what I feel too." Justin slid his arms around Brian's neck and hugged him tightly to him. "Please, don't ever leave me, George" 'I think I'm going to puke', he told himself trying very hard to stay in character.
After all, even if the scripts were for shit and the whole show looked pathetic, he could at least act decently. The point was that after three years he was sick and tired of being the little blond angel of that show and he couldn't stand anymore his co-worker, Brian Kinney. He didn't even remember why in the hell they hated each other so much.
Brian was having pretty much the same thoughts but at least, having his head hidden in the crook of Justin's shoulder, provided him a good spot where he could roll his eyes freely. "I will always stay with you, Timothy" 'God I can't wait for Summer break. Two days and I will be free to go home and not see this stupid fuck until next fall.'
Brian pulled up enough so he could have the needed space to kiss the blond's lips. When he pulled back, he indulged for a moment in the soft cherry-flavored lips of his co-worker and remembered why they couldn't stand each other.
To celebrate the first month of filming, they went to a local gay club and got themselves high. Brian had wanted to fuck Justin, but the blond had feared that if they did then things would have been strange on set and so he chose a trick over Brian and things between them had never been the same. 'Oh yeah, his little soft lips and perfect bubble butt, are the reasons why I can't stand him. I wonder what his excuse is…'
This time, as soon as the director shouted "CUT!", Justin pushed Brian away from him and stood up retrieving his bathrobe from one of the assistants and glared at Brian one last time before disappearing through the set.
"Brian, I'm very pleased with what we've accomplished for this show. I can't wait to start working on the fourth season."
Brian barely looked at John, the director, and sighed. "How many ideas have you left?"
The old man looked at him stunned. "What you mean?"
"For how long is this pathetic show going to last?"
The director scowled at Brian wondering who he thought to be to talk this way about what had made him popular and rich. "Look, Brian, I don't see why you have to talk this way."
"Try being my stupid character for a second" he turned around, waved at his assistant, Cynthia, that came with his bathrobe. He quickly put it on and focused again on the shorter man that was his boss raising an eyebrow at him.
"Well, if you hated this show so much, you could have done like Justin."
The brunet frowned. "What do you mean?"
"He bought himself out of the contract. Said that he had had enough of being little Timothy and was going back home and didn't care about anything else. He barely compromised to film this last scene. We're going to hire someone that looks a lot like him for next season."
Brian stayed there stunned at the news. Of course Justin and him weren't friends, far from it, but he thought that his co-star was going to at least tell him that he had to start acting with another obnoxious blond in three months. "He just quit" he said in disbelief.
"Yeah" John turned his back to Brian and walked away.
"At least you're going to get rid of him" Cynthia told him, coming up behind his back. "Even if I'm not sure what's up with you two. You're both great guys when you aren't together" she stared at his friend for a long time before frowning. "Sometimes I think that it would be better if the two of you just fucked and got over it" she walked away leaving Brian standing there alone and the actor quietly murmured, "You don't even know how much you're right. If he just had let me fuck him three years ago."
Deciding that he was going to spend his last two days in Toronto to make up for lost sex, he went to his dressing room to shower and change.