Acting Naughty Book 1 of the Action! Series

by GA Hauser

  “Do you want to come by after?” Carl needed him. Craved him.

  “Can I let you know?”

  “Of course.” A little let down, Carl smiled warmly, trying to be supportive.

  “We could always have phone sex.” Keith’s seductive leer lit Carl on fire.

  “You did jerk off that time we were going over the script, didn’t you?”

  The blush came quickly to Keith’s cheeks.

  “Naughty boy.” Carl’s cock was so hard he wanted to grab Keith and dry hump him.

  “How embarrassing.” Keith glanced around the parking lot as they stood near his car.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s making me hard as a rock.”

  Keith’s eyes darted to Carl’s black jeans.

  “So, uh,” Carl tried to get under control, “call me later.”

  “I will. Believe me, if I can come by, I will.”

  “Bring a change of clothing.” Carl stuffed his hand into his front pocket so he could discreetly shift his dick and get comfortable. Keith appeared captivated by the act.

  “I will.”

  “See ya later?”

  “Hopefully.”

  Carl smiled and walked off, the friction of his tight denims rubbing his cock, arousing him as he did.

  ~

  Keith tore his eyes away from Carl’s ass and the memory of being inside it. Sitting down behind the wheel of his car, he set the script on the passenger seat and started the car. Before he drove off, he reached into his pants and did the same thing, moving his cock upright where it could lie flat against his pelvis. You gorgeous son of a bitch. I have got to see you tonight.

  Less than an hour later Keith parked and headed inside his apartment building. Coming through his door, he tossed his keys and the script down and noticed the message machine light blinking. Hitting the play button he heard his mother’s voice.

  “Shit.” He picked up the phone and dialed their number.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Mom.”

  “Keith! You were wonderful in the show. I am so proud of you.”

  Keith waited for the inevitable. “What did Dad think?”

  “He thought you were great.”

  “You sure?”

  “You mean because you play a gay man?”

  “Yes.” Keith swallowed his anxiety.

  “Why would that matter to your father, Keith? It’s acting. It’s a role. He liked Will and Grace.”

  Rubbing his forehead, Keith asked, “Oh?”

  “Yes. He thought that show was very amusing. Keith, don’t worry. No one will think you’re a gay man simply because you play one on the television.”

  “No. Of course not.” Keith felt sick to his stomach.

  “The important thing is that you are working and you have been cast in a fantastic show. I bet this year it gets nominated for an Emmy.”

  “I hope so. That would be great.”

  “Did you ask Patty when would be a good time to come out for a meal with us?”

  “Look, Mom, Patty and I are kind of in the process of splitting up.”

  “Oh, that’s too bad, honey. I thought Patty was a very sweet girl.”

  “She is. I suppose we just don’t love each other.” Keith stared at the cover of the new script as he spoke. “I just don’t know what to do about the living situation.”

  “That is awkward. Do you want to come back and live at home for a while?”

  “Not really.” Keith laughed to soften the blow. “But I appreciate the offer.”

  “What will you do?”

  “I don’t know. I wish I could find her a new roommate. She’s struggling financially and that’s not helping me make a decision at the moment.”

  “Yes. I can understand.”

  “Anyway…” Keith stood. “Let me go. I have to get busy learning the new episode.”

  “Okay, Keith.”

  “Tell Dad I said hi.”

  “I will. And once again, congratulations, honey. We’re very proud of you.”

  “Thanks.” Keith hung up and muttered, “You wouldn’t be proud of me if you knew I was screwing your newest heartthrob.”

  Picking up the script, Keith began reading it, sitting down on the sofa. Finding another hot love scene between him and Carl, he read the notes eagerly and felt his body respond. Pausing, Keith lowered the pages and imagined it in his head. Carl’s hands all over his body, Carl’s mouth on his, the scent of his cologne and skin, the heat of his cock pushing against his own.

  Closing his eyes, Keith tried to calm down. Slapping the script on the cushion next to him, he picked the phone back up and dialed.

  “Hello?” a rushed Patty answered.

  “Can you talk?”

  “For one second. It’s busy here.”

  “I…I was going to spend the night at a friend’s place.”

  “Here we go.”

  “Patty, we know this isn’t going anywhere.”

  “Can’t this wait ‘til I’m home?”

  “Well, not really. I’ll be gone by the time you get home.”

  “Keith…” she moaned.

  “Listen to me.” He knew he didn’t have much time. “I won’t move out until we get another roommate for you. I promise. But I can’t keep pretending we have some kind of committed relationship when we don’t.”

  “Fine. I’m really busy.”

  “I’m sorry, Patty. You know how much this hurts me?”

  “Not bad enough if you already have a new girlfriend. Who is it? Your co-star? Cheryl Jones?”

  Stifling a choking denial, Keith replied, “I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us, Patty. Honest I am.”

  “Whatever. I have to go.” She hung up.

  He looked at the phone and disconnected the call. Composing himself after the guilt consumed him, Keith dialed Carl’s number.

  “Hello?”

  “It’s me.”

  “Hiya, babe.”

  “Can I come over?”

  “Do you have to ask?”

  “Be there in a half hour.”

  “Can’t wait.”

  Keith rose off the couch, hung up the phone, and headed to his bedroom to pack a small bag of things he needed. He couldn’t help it if things didn’t work out between him and Patty. Relationships ended all the time. She didn’t love him. Patty didn’t show him the kind of passion Carl did, or look at him with her eyes filled with excitement the moment he stepped into a room. Her touch didn’t cause him to get so hard he was ready to combust. No. He and Patty did not have what he and Carl had. But he wasn’t to blame. These things just happened.

  ~

  Carl jumped to his feet after he hung up the phone. “Yes!” he cheered, setting the script down on the kitchen table and straightening up the condo quickly. When the phone rang again he hoped it wasn’t Keith reconsidering. “Hello?”

  “Carl!”

  “Hello, Trevor.” Carl smiled sweetly at his friend’s voice.

  “I was disappointed you canceled your premiere party, but at least now I know why.”

  The smile dropped from Carl’s face in confusion. “You know why? I told you why. I was too wiped out. The rehearsal schedule is brutal.”

  “Yeah, huh.”

  “Why do you think, Trevor?”

  “Because you now play a queer!” Trevor laughed. “You think all your old drinking buddies wouldn’t torment the crap out of you?”

  “Funny, Trev.” Carl’s skin crawled.

  “Man, how did you ever agree to that?”

  By the tone in Trevor’s voice, Carl could feel the revulsion. “I get paid to act. That’s how.”

  “Did you know they would do that to you when you signed the deal?”

  “Actually no. But it’s no big deal, Trev.”

  “No big deal? Sucking face and groping another guy?”

  Carl checked his watch, feeling impatient. “Since when are you a homophobe, Trev? I’ve known you for five years and I’ve never heard yo
u talk like this.”

  “Hey, I’m not homophobic. I don’t care what people do to each other. I just assumed it would gross you out.” After a pause, Trevor asked, “You don’t like it, do you?”

  “I do what they want me to do. It doesn’t matter what I feel personally. It’s just my job.” Carl felt like screaming in anger at him, but held back.

  “What if they ask you to fuck him? Would you?”

  “It’s not gay porn, Trev. Don’t be stupid.”

  “Would you do gay porn if they asked?”

  “I have to get busy on the script. Is this really all you called to talk to me about?”

  “No. The guys want to get together again. Maybe shoot some hoops or something. Drink a beer afterwards.”

  “I’d love to. But it’s been very hectic with a tight rehearsal schedule.”

  “One Sunday afternoon? Come on, Carl. You can’t spare a couple of hours?”

  The buzzer to his lobby door sounded. Carl crossed the room to hit the entry button for Keith. “Yes. All right.”

  “Good. This Sunday, meet over at Hugh’s place.”

  “What time?” Carl opened his front door waiting for Keith.

  “Eleven?”

  “Okay. See you then.” He disconnected the call and spotted Keith coming out of the elevator carrying a small backpack.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey.” Carl stepped back, allowing Keith to enter and set his bag down. “Everything go all right?”

  “I don’t know.” It came out like a groan of annoyance.

  After Carl set the phone back into its cradle, he stood in front of Keith. “Did you break it off?”

  “She was at work. It’s impossible to have any kind of conversation with her when she’s busy.”

  Carl gestured to the bag. “But you’re here and spending the night.”

  “I am.” Keith wrapped around him.

  Carl received his kiss. “I suppose that’s all that matters.”

  “It is. Don’t worry. I just need to find her a new roommate.”

  “How are you going to do that?” Carl released him and walked to the kitchen.

  “Place an ad in the paper. That’s how she found me.”

  “You want a drink?”

  “Sure.”

  “There’re still some leftovers from yesterday. I forgot to bring them into work. You hungry?”

  “I’ll eat a little.”

  “Get the script. Read it to me while I set out the food.”

  Keith was about to get his copy out of his backpack when he noticed Carl’s. Picking it up, he sat down at the kitchen table with it. “Have you had a chance to read it?”

  “Not all the way through.”

  Keith flipped pages as Carl placed the leftovers on the table.

  “Right.” Keith exhaled and read, “Dennis and Troy’s bedroom after dinner. Let’s see…we kiss. Okay.”

  Carl licked a drop of mayonnaise off his finger after he set down the crab salad. Opening a package of sesame crackers, he made up a few topped with the salad, placing them on a plate.

  “Take off our shirts…lots of touching and feeling…” Keith continued, “…what!”

  “What?” Carl paused, looking down at him.

  “How on earth can she get away with this?”

  “With what?” Carl walked behind him and leaned over his shoulder.

  Keith pointed at the page. “We’re both totally nude.”

  “And?”

  “And?” Keith choked in awe. “Like that’s not enough?”

  “What are we doing?” Carl nudged Keith’s hand to open the page farther.

  “Simulating intercourse!” Keith shouted. “Look! See the fucking notes?”

  “Side shot.” Carl pointed it out.

  “You don’t think you’ll be able to see our hard dicks from the side?”

  “Hopefully not!” Carl laughed, resuming his job of putting a dollop of crab salad on each cracker.

  “Shit. Everyone will know we’re hot for each other.”

  “Keith, relax.” Carl set the plate in front of him. Keith grabbed one and stuffed the whole cracker into his mouth. After pouring them both a glass of white zinfandel, Carl dropped onto the chair next to him. “Charlotte will film it in quick little snippets that show lots of back and sides.” He smiled at the pun. “And backsides…I wish you remembered her last S and M series better. You’d know her style.”

  “I’m not talking about the final cut. I’m talking about the gawking crew.” Keith picked up another canapé.

  “Who the hell gives a shit about them?” Carl sipped his wine. “They just do their job. I bet half of them have wood watching us.”

  As he shoved more crab salad into his mouth, Keith cracked a smile.

  “I’m serious.” Carl picked one up to nibble. “For the cameramen and crew its free porn. No, I take that back, they get paid to watch porn.”

  “Porn.” Keith laughed, licking his finger. “Would you ever do a porn movie?”

  “Do it only if you want your mainstream career ended.” Carl chewed and swallowed. “I wouldn’t want to get anything I did in the bedroom on tape and have it exposed on the net. Male or female.”

  “No. I suppose not.” Keith looked back at the script. “I can’t get over these scenes.”

  “Good thing they don’t gross you out.” Trevor’s words rang in Carl’s ears.

  Keith ate another cracker and replied, “Funny thing is, it would have if it was someone other than you.”

  “You don’t know that.” Carl was extremely flattered.

  “I do!” Keith nodded to emphasize it. “You kidding me? Can you imagine having to kiss Marty?” Keith grimaced at the mention of the older character playing Carl’s father.

  “What about Omar?” Carl asked mischievously.

  “Oh? Do you have a thing for him?”

  “I don’t have a thing.” Carl wiped his hands on a napkin. “But he’s pretty damn fantastic. That mocha skin? His black hair and dark eyes?”

  “Hey! Are you trying to get me jealous again?”

  “No. Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t think Omar is a hunk.” Seeing Keith’s shy smile, Carl already knew. “Funny how when you’ve had a gay experience, men suddenly become more attractive.”

  “To look at,” Keith warned.

  “To look at.” Carl crossed his fingers over his heart. “Promise.”

  Keith leaned his elbows on the table and gave Carl that grin. That hungry leer he loved so much. It instantly excited Carl. Placing his wine glass on the table, Carl went for a kiss.

  Closing his eyes, Carl’s fire was lit instantly. Though he’d imagined them reading from the script to begin memorizing their dialogue, he wondered if that would have to wait.

  Parting from the kiss, Carl sat back to stare. Keith’s hand was rubbing between his own legs. Seeing pure lust in Keith’s expression, Carl actually imagined getting on his knees and sucking Keith’s cock.

  “Uh, you want to fool around first?” Keith opened the top button of his own jeans.

  It was so sexy it sent Carl’s pulse racing. Moving to sit on Keith’s lap, straddling his legs around Keith, Carl cupped his jaw and devoured his mouth. Digging his hands into Keith’s soft hair, Carl groaned in longing as Keith popped the button of Carl’s jeans as well.

  Deepening their kiss, Carl pushed Keith’s head from behind as Keith slid his hand under Carl’s shirt, untucking it from his jeans.

  While Keith toyed with his nipples, Carl felt the heat rise up in him quickly. It amazed him how excited Keith made him. His touch, his scent, the feel of his tongue and the tiny whimpering moans that filled the room when they connected.

  Carl kept asking himself if he could suck Keith. He wanted to. The urge was there. It was the reality he was worried about.

  “I want us to go to the bedroom,” Keith breathed between kisses.

  “Okay.” Carl tried to catch his breath. Climbing off Keith’s lap, Carl wiped his m
outh with the back of his hand, staring at Keith’s body, his bulging crotch, and the way the tight jeans curved over his ass as he walked.

  When Keith had made it to the threshold of the room, he turned back, reaching out his hand. It was subtle and so sexy, Carl was about to combust. Clasping it, Carl was led to his own bed. Keith released his hand to unzip Carl’s jeans. When Keith peeled open Carl’s pants, Carl held his breath.

  Would Keith suck him?

  “Get naked.”

  Nodding, Carl stepped back and undressed, keeping his eyes on Keith as he did the same.