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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(A/N: I am sorry I didnt do this before but I forgot to post a link to a pic of Brendan Fehr. He was on a TV show called Roswell. Here is the link: www.absolutenow.com/photos/BF5C1.html
Have fun!)

Chapter 4

Gerry was getting restless. He hadn’t been working since Burns, and none of the scripts he had read lately were of any interest to him. Every one of the scripts called for him to play the mysterious guy or a jilted lover. He wanted something different. He wanted to do a movie that was fun and dangerous. He wanted to play a character that was challenging.

The door of his apartment opened. It was Lisa. She had called earlier and she said she was bringing a new script for him to read.

“So what is it this time,” he said. “Another love story or do I get to kill someone.”

“Nope, this one is very different,” she said with a smirk. “Have you ever heard of Mötley Crüe?”

“Not really.”

“You know that song “Dr. Feel Good”?”

“Oh yeah, I love that song.”

“That is one of theirs.”

“What about them?”

“They are making a movie about the band. The movie is called The Dirt and the studio wants you to play Nikki Sixx, the bass player.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“Here is the script. I will put on a pit of coffee. I need you to read it quickly.”

“okay.”

“I mean it Gerry, this role would be perfect for you and the American accent will be much easier than the one you did for “Game.”

“Don’t worry about the coffee, I think I am gonna go over to Starbucks and get some.”

“Whatever,” she said as she walked out the door.

Gerry had been going to Starbucks almost everyday that he was in New York. He did love their coffee, but in the back of his mind he always though he would see her again. This time he wouldn’t let her run away.

He decided to take the script with him. He knew he could get more reading done there than he could in his apartment. It was just too quiet there, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee relaxed him. The employees were really nice there and there was a chair in the corner facing the window that he could sit at and not be bothered. He got his triple venti latte with real milk, not that soy shit, sat down in his favorite chair, and began to read. ‘These people are crazy,’ he thought. ‘How is it possible for two people to finish an 8-ball of coke in only a few hours? And I thought I partied hard.’ After an hour of reading, Gerry had to pee. When he got back from the bathroom, he looked out the window. He saw Ann getting out of a cab. He wanted so badly to go talk to her, so he quickly gathered up his things. But on his way out the door, he was stopped by a group of ten fans. He though about saying he was in a hurry and leaving them without any autographs, but he decided it was better to appease them. As he stood with them, taking pictures and signing autographs, he watched Ann walk into her apartment and out of site.

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Ann was exhausted when she finally got home. She had just finished a two month mini tour of small venues in the New England area as well as the Mid-West. The crowds were great and every once and a while she would see someone she went to high school with. That part was strange, but she got used to it after a while. It was a thrill for her to play at The Vogue, a little place in her home of Indianapolis, IN. There were times when she was younger that she wanted to see a concert there, but because it was a bar, she couldn’t go.

When Ann was in Indy, Lynn came with her and one night after here show they decided to go to Perkins and relive the old days of when they would sit in the booths, drink coffee, smoke cigarette after cigarette, and talk about nothing. When they walked in, she got recognized by a few people. No matter how long she would be in the business, she didn’t think she would ever get used to the fact that people wanted her autograph.

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Gerry got so into the script that he stayed up all night reading it. He called Lisa the next day and told her to call the studio and tell them he would play the part. Over the next month, while the movie was in pre-production, the studio suggested that Gerry learn to play the bass, so that he would be better able to play the part. He started to listen to a lot of Crüe’s music. Though he wouldn’t have normally listened to it, he thought it was pretty good.

Finally it was time to start filming. He flew out to LA and met with the band as well as the actors playing them. Over the next few months, he got to know all of his fellow actors, but he became good friends with the guy playing Tommy Lee, Brendan Fehr. They didn’t really have anything in common but they cracked each other up. It was like having a little brother because sometime Brendan didn’t know when to quit drinking and Gerry had to carry him back to his place. The nice thing about hanging with Brendan was that he was popular with the ladies. Not that Gerry had any problem in that department, it was that the girls that Brendan attracted were a different kind of girl; they were a lot more fun, and most of them just wanted casual sex. Gerry had no problem with that.

It only took three months to film the movie and then it was time to start the talk show circuit. For a month or so before the movie premiered, Gerry got asked about a hundred times a day if he did his own singing. He was really getting sick of it. One day before an interview for some stupid news paper, Lisa had to smack him because he tried to go in wearing a sign that said, “Yes I did my own singing and played the bass”. Lisa did however think it was funny and they both had a chuckle about it. Finally it was time for the LA premier. This one was going to be different. No one was going to be dressed in stuffy suits. ‘Thank God,’ Gerry thought. “But where am I going to get a proper 80’s outfit,” he asked Lisa. She told him to wear some leather pants and she would go out and find him a concert tee.

“You will look fine,” she told him. “You know how much the tarts would love to see that ass of yours in a pair of skin tight leather pants.” Gerry laughed at the though of how loud they were going to be.

“You know I am going to have to wear ear plugs because of your suggestion,” he told her. “Those girls can get pretty loud.” The only part that scared him was how ridiculous his package was going to look.

As if she knew what he was thinking she said, “Don’t worry. At least you can fill out the front of those pants. Some guys can’t.” This made Gerry laugh, but he still felt stupid.

“Um, I, I, I don’t know,” Ann said, frustrated that she couldn’t come up with something better.

“Do I scare you?”

“No, but the way you look at me…”

“Yes,” he said, sitting down in the chair net to her.

“It’ like you can see into my soul.” He moved closer.

“The way you look at me is like you want me to,” he whispered. He moved closer, mere inches from her face. Ann’s breathing quickened.

“There is something about you that makes me want to do that.”

They stared at each other for a moment. There was a longing in Ann’s eyes that Gerry could not resist. He leaned back to search her face for a reason not to kiss her. She inhaled sharply, and he laid his lips on hers. This kiss was deep, with tongue, but not too much. The passion emanating from Gerry was too much for Ann to take and she broke away from him.

“I cant do this,” Ann whispered as she stood up and began to run off. Gerry quickly got up and caught her.

“What did I do wrong?” he said pulling her into his arms.

“You cant love me, not now, my heart cant take it again,” she said crying softly.

“Cant take what again?”

“These feelings, that kiss,” she said pushing away.

“What do you mean?”

“I cant love you. My heart hasn’t healed yet.” Ann turned and walked away again.

“Gerry grabbed her arm. “Forget the kiss. Just talk to me. Let’s just talk.”

She turned; her tears had stopped. “I think I can do that.” They walked back to the table and sat down.

“Where to start,” Gerry said breaking the tension that had begun to set. “I suppose I could introduce myself. My name is Gerard, but everyone calls me Gerry.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ann.”

“Nice to meet you too,” he said as they nervously shook hands.

“I don’t think I have ever met another Gerard before.”

“It isn’t that popular here in the states.”

“I kinda figured that,” she said with a slight smile, lightening the mood a bit. “So I know you’re an actor, but what other movies have you been in?” as she listened to him rattle off the list of movies he had been, she realized that she had seen a few and just not recognized him. “I heard that Phantom was good, but I didn’t have a chance to see it.”

“I am offended,” he said in a sarcastic way making Ann laugh.

“It is kinda loud in here. Do you think we could go somewhere else, maybe get some coffee?”

“I was just about to say that.”

As they walked out the door and down the street, Ann noticed that Gerry was walking funny. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No, it’s these pants. They keep riding up. Do you think they make my ass look fat?” he asked trying to be funny.

“Actually, no, you ass looks fine.”

They sat in a booth at the back of the all-night diner. They had a great time talking. Gerry told Ann about growing up in Scotland and some story about his father getting malaria in Togo. Ann almost peed her pants when he did an impression of his French-Canadian step-mother. Ann couldn’t tell, but Gerry seemed to be overly interested in anything she said. She did have to admit that he was cute and he knew how to use his charm. It was all Ann could do not to jump him every time he lit her cigarette. He was such a gentleman.

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(A/N: The following was written by my friend Krystle. He ezboard name is gnrkrystle, or something like that, I really dont remember.)

Meanwhile, with Brendan and Lynn…

*** Brendan noticed that Lynn was a little eager, yet she was going in the wrong direction from the cabs. He nearly pulled her arm out of the socket as he turned their direction. As he opened the door for Lynn, he completely ignored the screaming fans and the paparazzi taking pictures of them.

Once in the cab, Lynn laughed at him. “You could have told me I was going to wrong way, though I do like it a bit rough. I guess we are both a bit eager, aren’t we?” she said, grinning wickedly at him.

“You have no idea!” He growled, leaning into her and capturing her lips in a soul-searing kiss. His hands instinctively when to her hair, pulling her closer to him.

Lynn’s senses were on over-load. Not only was she with Brendan Fehr in the back of a seedy LA cab, but the man sure had a way with his tongue.

“Excuse me,” the cabi said in an impatient tone.

“Brendan reluctantly untangled himself from Lynn and said, “The Hilton.”

Lynn settled back into her seat and smoothed out her skirt which had managed to hike up in the intense lip lock.

Brendan, unable to keep his hands to himself, reached over and made lazy circles on Lynn’s thigh, moving higher and higher each time.

Before he could move his hand where he really wanted to, the cabi yelled, “Here.” Brendan got out of the cab and threw the money at him, then opened the door for Lynn.

“Why thank you, sir,” she said with a grin. He flashed her his famous smirk and escorted her into the building.

“Luckily, the woman at the desk knew who Brendan, so within minuets they had a room. “The penthouse is all ready for you Dr. Love,” she said.

“Pulling out the big guns, aren’t we?” Lynn said as they got into the elevator.

“Nope, the biggest is still caged,” Brendan said opening the door to the room.

“Nice view,” Lynn said looking out the window.

Brendan grinned, “I’m looking at a better one,” he said as he made his way over to him and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pushed her hair off the side of her neck and placed a gentle, but passionate kiss there.

“Mmm. Now what makes you think I didn’t just want to get a room to… talk?” Lynn said, fighting back a grin.

Brendan’s face fell. Lynn noticed and took pity on him. She giggled and pushed him to the bed, straddling his legs. “Well I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get a little… physical,” she said before crashing her lips into his and slipping her tongue into his hot mouth.

“Mmm,” Brendan uttered, “just how big a fan are you?”

“Lynn’s face turned bright red. Brendan thought that was adorable. Quickly, Lynn regained her composure. She leaned into him seductively and whispered, “Let’s just say that I have spent a lot of lonely nights thinking you were my vibrater.”

Brendan’s cock literally jumped when she said that. He growled into her mouth, “You keep talking like that, and I’m going to lock you in here forever.” He pulled Lynn as close to him as possible. She could feel his erection rubbing against her heat.

“Oh yeah? Well, you keep teasing me like that and I will be begging you to lock me in here,” she whispered as she rocked harder against the bulge in Brenda’s pants.

The friction she was causing was maddening to both of them. Brendan realized quickly that if he didn’t get Lynn out of her clothes, he was going to loose his mind.

He gently pushed down the straps of her tank top and bra as he kissed the newly exposed skin. “Mmm,” Lynn said as she closed her eyes, letting him undress her.

Finally, Lynn was in only her panties as she looked at Brendan. “I think someone’s a little over dressed!” she said before pulling his shirt off.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Brendan breathed. He could hardly believe he said it. Usually, when he found a hot girl, he had an amazing night of sex and then didn’t see them again. But Lynn was different. She was his kind of girl. Smart, sassy, sexy, and opinionated. He loved that about her.

Brendan was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts as he felt Lynn’s tongue dart out and lick the tip of his cock. “Oh God,” was all he could say before his eyes rolled back into his head. How she had gotten his pants off, he would never know, but than again, he didn’t really care.

Lynn abruptly removed Brendan from her mouth. His eyes shot open. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, not knowing where the term of endearment came from.

Lynn leaned into Brendan and said, “I want you to watch me as I suck your cock. I want you to see me.”

Brendan gulped and nodded as he instantly became harder, if that was possible.

Lynn then when back to work, wrapping her full lips around Brendan’s large cock. Slowly, she moved up and down his shaft, taking a little more in each time.

Soon, she was deep throat-ing him and she picked up her speed. Brendan had to clinch the comforter to keep from grabbing Lynn’s head.

“Suddenly, Lynn began humming. She sent vibrations through Brenda’s body and he couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh fuck. Lynn! Oh yeah!” he screamed as he came, deep in her throat. She licked him clean and then pushed him down on the bed to collect himself. She laid next to him and watched as his breathing evened out.

“That was fucking amazing,” Brendan said after coming back down to earth.

“Why thank you,” Lynn grinned at him. Immediately Brendan’s lips were on hers. Damn, he could kiss.

Slowly, he moved down her neck, sucking hard on her pulse. “That’s going to leave a mark,” Lynn said, faking disappointment.

“That’s the plan,” Brendan replied. He wanted to mark her as his. Usually, he would be concerned with what the media would think. But as he moved down her body, to her nipples, he really didn’t give a shit.

“Oh God,” Lynn cried as Brendan flicked her hard nipples with his tongue and began sucking on one.

“My name isn’t God, but I’ll take it,” he said.

Usually, Lynn would have comeback with her own smart-ass remark. But at this point, she was so involved in the ecstasy that was Brendan’s mouth on her body, that she couldn’t think straight. She hated to be out of control in situations, but for Brendan she would do anything as long as he didn’t stop touching and kissing her.

Brendan was now at her navel. He moved further down slowly, he pushed her panties down and parted her thighs. “Oh Brendan, please,” Lynn breathed in anticipation.

“Please what?” he asked in mock ignorance.

“Don’t fucking tease me!” Lynn moaned, bucking her hips towards him.

“I want to hear you say it,” Brendan replied placing a kiss on her inner thigh.

Lynn sighed. “Make me come,” she said, looking him in the eye.

“Love to,” he said before flicking his tongue against Lynn’s clit.

“Oh fuck!” Lynn moaned as Brendan entered two fingers into her. “Mmm yeah,” Lynn gasped, bucking into him.

“Do you like that?” Brendan asked with an evil grin. Then he pushed another finger and licked her bundle of nerves with more force.

“Oh fuck, yes! Don’t stop!” Lynn screamed. Not longer caring about being in control. She thrashed against Brendan and cam into his mouth, with a long low moan.

Brendan moved up on the bed next to her and watched her body quake with aftershocks of her orgasm. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

When Lynn came back down to earth, she looked at Brendan and his growing erection. She grinned evilly. She got up and straddled him, just above his rock hard cock, rubbing her wet heat against him. Now she was in control.

“Oh Lynn,” Brendan breathed in anticipation.

“What do you want?” Lynn asked as if she didn’t already know.

“I…I want you,” Brendan said as he pulled her lips to his and kissed her deeply.

Suddenly, Lynn broke the kiss and got off Brendan, walking to her purse. He actually pouted. “Where are you going?” he asked.

Lynn came back and straddled him, this time lower. She whispered huskily in his ear, “Just a condom, lover.” Then she ripped the foil package open with her teeth and gently rolled the condom down his shaft.

As Lynn lowered herself onto Brendan, they both hissed at the sensation. She moved slowly at first, torturing him a little bit. He dug his hands into her hips. “Please…” he breathed.

She took pity on him, and herself, and sped up. Brendan’s eyes never left hers, as she rode him with all she had. “God, you are so fucking tight,” he groaned. He could feel himself quickly reaching his breaking point. He wanted her there with him, so he removed one hand from her hips and rubbed her erect clit.

“Oh fuck, Brendan! Right there!” she screamed. He loved hearing his name on her lips in the throws of passion. He heard her scream his name once more as her walls clamped down around his cock, triggering his orgasm.

“Oh Lynnnn!” he screamed and she collapsed on top pf him. Both of them were riding the waves of the greatest orgasm they had ever experienced.

When Lynn came to, she got up ads walked to the balcony. “Where are you going?” Brendan asked, getting up.

“I need a cigarette after that,” Lynn said. Brendan wrapped a robe around her as well as himself before they went outside and lit up.

“A little uncomfortable with nudity for someone who just had sex with me,” Lynn commented.

Brendan took a drag. “No, I could look at you necked all the time. It’s those creeps outside. I don’t anyone else looking at you,” he said, pulling her to him.

“Possessive, are we? Well it’s a good thing you are cute,” she grinned at him.

After they had put out their cigarettes, Lynn looked at Brendan. “Why don’t we test that stamina,” she said raising an eyebrow.

Brendan growled and raced her to the bed.***

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Back with Gerry and Ann…

As Gerry listened to Ann talk about recording her album, he couldn’t help but wonder. He knew she cared about him, in some way, but he couldn’t understand why she had pushed away after he kissed her. There was feeling coming from her end of it. He thought that maybe he should just give her sometime. He wasn’t being full of himself, but he knew there was something there, just under the surface. It was like the more she talked, the more he fell in love with her.

They decided to share a cab back to their separate hotels. When the cab pulled up to where Ann was staying, Gerry insisted that he would pay for it. She tried to argue with him but he was being his usual stubborn self. Before she got out, they exchanged numbers and made plans for dinner the following night. Gerry was surprised, pleasantly though, when she kissed him on the cheek. He wanted to turn his lips to hers, but he reminded himself, ‘Give her time.’

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