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People's Parties: Less Than Zero Fic

Author: Bitterfig
Title: People’s Parties
Fandom: Less Than Zero
Pairing: Julian/Rip, Julian/Multiple
Summary: Rip takes Julian to a private party where he’s the entertainment.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1069
Rating: R
Warnings: Drug use. Language. Prostitution. Group sex. Dubious consent and a twist of incest.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.

I feel like I'm sleeping
Can you wake me?
You seem to have a broader sensibility
I'm just living on nerves and feelings
With a weak and a lazy mind
And coming to people’s parties
Fumbling deaf dumb and blind

People’s Parties
Joni Mitchell

People’s Parties

“Where are we going?” Julian asked.

“To a hotel in Beverley Hills,” Rip said. “There’s a private party, very exclusive.” He was driving fast through the rainy night. All the lights and all the colors of Los Angeles seemed to bleed together.

“A private party,” Julian repeated vacantly. He lit his pipe and inhaled a lungful of toxic smoke. Stopped at a light, Rip eyed him nervously. Left to his own devices Julian was like one of those rats in an experiment that ate itself to death. He used without restraint till he ran out of drugs or someone stopped him. It was a wonder he hadn’t killed himself. Yet.

“It’ll be a blast, sweetheart,” Rip said and reassuringly squeezed Julian’s knee.

The hotel had valet parking. Rip surrendered his car keys and taking Julian’s arm led him into the elevator. Top floor, the penthouse suite. All very lavish. Rip knocked and the door was opened by a tall man wearing a robe of dark blue silk. He was perhaps fifty, handsome and distinguished with piercing blue eyes and graying blonde hair.

“Hello, George,” Rip said. “This is Julian.”

“Yes, the Wells boy, I remember,” George said. “Bring him in. We’ve been waiting. You’re twenty minutes late.”

“Sorry, traffic.”

“Sure, Rip. Always with the excuses.”

George pulled them in to the suite. The lights were low and dance music was playing loudly. In the darkness were about a dozen men in various stages of undress. They took notice of Rip and Julian’s entrance and began to move in around them.

“Gentlemen, the entertainment has arrived.” George announced.

Julian froze. He’d expected a couple of men, not so many.

“There are too many,” he said. “I can’t do this.”

“Rip, is this going to be a problem?” George asked. There was a note of menace in his voice. One of the men, whose robe hung open revealing his nakedness, reached out and caressed Julian’s cheek. Julian flinched.

“Give us a minute,” Rip said. “I just need to talk to him.”

“Use the bedroom,” George said gesturing towards an open door.


Rip took Julian’s hand firmly in his own and dragged him into the bedroom. George followed. The minute the door was shut he grabbed Julian by the collar and started shaking him.

“What is your problem you fucking piece of shit?” He demanded. “You get out there and do what you’re being paid to do or I’ll drop you out the window.”

“Leave him alone, George,” Rip intervened. “Let me handle this.”

“You’d better handle this,” George said. “Because if he’s not out there sucking cock in five minutes you’re going to be.” Abruptly he released Julian, who crumbled to the floor and started hyperventilating. Rip knelt beside him, hugging Julian to his chest, stroking his hair.

“Julian, sweetheart, calm down. Look at me,” Rip ordered gently pressing his forehead to Julian’s. “This is really important to me. You need to get out there and make these men happy or we’re both going to be in big trouble.”

“I can’t,” Julian said shaking his head.

“You’ll be okay. I’ll be right here with you making sure nothing happens to you. If you don’t do this, I’m going to have to cut you off completely. No more drugs.”

“Oh God, don’t,” Julian begged. “Don’t cut me off, Rip.”

“I won’t have a choice.”

“Please, don’t. I’ll do whatever you want me to; just give me something to get me through it…”

“Are you kidding?” George yelled. “Don’t give him anything. He can hardly stand as it is. If he gets any more he’ll be fucking unconscious.”

Rip took a packet of powder out of his pocket.

“This is heroin, sweetheart,” he said to Julian. “If I give you this will you be able to go out there and do what you have to do?”

“Yes, I swear.”

“If he takes that he’ll be a zombie.” George yelled. “He won’t be able to suck anyone off.”

“They can fuck him,” Rip snapped. “They can fuck him and I won’t charge extra.” George laughed at that, suddenly affable.

“Okay.” He said.

Julian had already torn into the packet and was frantically snorting its contents up; rubbing what was left on his gums. When he was finished Rip and George guided him out of the bedroom and into the arms of the first man who came forward.

Julian was mostly out of it for what happened next. He was stripped, fondled by multiple hands; he was fucked by first one man then another. Most of them took him from behind, letting him drift in and out of consciousness so that they blurred together. Only George insisted on distinguishing himself. He made Julian turn over onto his back when he fucked him and grabbed him by the hair, slapping him on the face, forcing him to be in himself, to look George in the eye.

Through it all Rip prowled nearby smoking cigarette after cigarette.

Julian woke up back in the bedroom, sprawled naked on the bed barely conscious of who or where he was. Rip was there, examining him clinically. Julian winced at first as Rip’s slicked fingers probed his asshole then he relaxed, let it happen.

“You’re okay,” Rip said. “A few bruises but I don’t think anything’s torn. I made them use condoms.”

He gave Julian a line of coke, enough to make him feel half human, enough so that he could get into the shower on his own.

He stood under the hot water for a long time, washing or wishing away the residue of the night before.

He wondered if it was still raining.

When he came back into the bedroom George and Rip were talking by the door.

“I’ll give you the price we agreed on but your friend was pathetic,” George said as though Julian wasn’t in the room. “Next time bring me a boy with some cognitive ability.” He passed Rip a wad of bills.

“You loved every minute of it,” Rip said with a sneer, pocketing the money.

“Take care of yourself, Rip,” George said. He kissed Rip on the mouth and left the room.

“Who is he?” Julian asked blankly. He wasn’t sure why it mattered but somehow it seemed to. “Do I know him?”

Rip laughed.

“I thought you’d recognize him,” Rip said. “Even though it’s been a few years. That was my father.”


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 30th, 2010 11:31 pm (UTC)
Aw, poor Julian always makes me feel so sad and protective. And yet I just love reading about him in these awful situations. ;)

And holy shit, George is fucking scary compared to Rip. EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW. O_O;
Jul. 31st, 2010 04:25 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. Somehow I don't see Rip as having a warm and fuzzy home life.
Aug. 5th, 2010 08:21 pm (UTC)
Poor Julian! I just wanna cry for the poor baby!
Aug. 8th, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Aug. 25th, 2010 12:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I'm really pleased to know you liked the story.
Nov. 29th, 2010 06:26 am (UTC)
I always feel so bad for Julian. Anyway, I quite enjoyed this, and that little twist at the end really sealed the deal. Well done.
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