Playing Dirty Book 2 of the Action! Series

by GA Hauser

  He removed his hands from Carl’s butt cheeks and wrapped them around his waist.

  “Sorry,” he breathed in reply. “I don’t know what came over me.” Keith felt slightly disoriented. “Don’t we have lines? Dialogue?”

  “How the hell are we supposed to say them in this noise?”

  “Shout?”

  “Fine.” Carl leaned back and met Keith’s eyes.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” Carl struggled to be heard.

  “Yes! I love it! I don’t know why I was so apprehensive.”

  Keith waited for the next line as Carl seemed to be surveying the area. Looking for Charlotte? Keith imagined he was.

  “I don’t know why either, Dennis!” Carl announced, “We can be free to be ourselves.”

  Keith arched his back and rubbed his hard cock up and down Carl’s, still dancing in the madness.

  Carl jerked Keith back to his mouth to whisper, “What are you doing?”

  “Dancing!”

  Carl released him, moving in a more determined rhythmic dance apart from his lover’s contact.

  Watching enthralled, Keith ignited from the way Carl’s muscled torso shimmered in the colorful lights. The men around them were salivating, as if they couldn’t get enough.

  ~

  Carl kept waiting for the scene to end. What the fuck else did Charlotte need? They danced, they kissed, they had spoken their dialogue. Hello? Cut? Anyone want to say cut?

  Keith opened the button on his jeans and pulled down his zipper. Carl thought Keith had lost his mind. Reaching for him, connecting their hips, Carl hissed, “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “I told you, dancing.”

  “Stop undressing!”

  “It feels right.”

  “Keith!” Carl was about to end this scene himself. Why the hell was Charlotte waiting? Making a deliberate sweep of the room, Carl finally found her. She was kneeling up on the bar behind a camera, obviously watching them on the monitor.

  It was impossible for Carl to catch her eye unless he broke character and began waving his arms like a lunatic.

  Keith began tugging his pants down. Carl gripped them in his fingers, keeping them on Keith’s hips. “You’ll regret this if you do it.”

  “Let me have fun.”

  “Keith, she’s filming it.”

  “I know.”

  “Stop it.”

  “Just down to my briefs.”

  “Keith!”

  Keith shoved Carl back and lowered his jeans down his thighs. The men in the room went absolutely wild.

  They egged Keith on, circling around the two of them, clapping and whistling. A nearly nude go-go boy hopped off the stage and made his way over.

  As Carl watched in awe, Keith spun his jeans over his head and tossed them aside. The sight of Keith’s huge bulge under his briefs was making Carl dizzy.

  The gorgeous erotic dancer wrapped around Keith’s waist and humped his body.

  The noise level had reached a fevered pitch. When both their tiny garments began coming off, Carl pushed his way to Charlotte. Muscling through the madness, Carl shoved the camera lens away from filming. “Charlotte! Cut, for God’s sake, cut! Charlotte!”

  ~

  Keith was high. The sight of all the fantastic men in the room, their hungry leers, their sleek bodies, masculine scent, and deep voices, was making Keith so horny he had completely lost control. A fantastic nearly naked dancer was rubbing his enormous erection against his. Keith couldn’t believe the charge of electricity flowing through his veins. He wanted to strip naked for these men to admire him, for them to jack off while staring at him. And he wanted one of them to suck him, or better yet, let him fuck Carl while everyone watched.

  Through the insanity, someone grabbed Keith from behind, picking him up off his feet. He was carried off the dance floor by a strong man.

  Once he was shoved into the men’s room, he spun around to see Carl’s fury.

  “Shit.” Keith swallowed in anguish.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Carl yelled. “Are you insane? Don’t you realize Charlotte is filming this?”

  Keith touched his own face, backing up and hitting the tiled wall.

  “Keith!” Carl rushed to catch him. “Are you all right?”

  “I feel very light headed.”

  “You’re acting like an exhibitionist! None of this is scripted, Keith.”

  “I know. I don’t know what came over me.” Keith staggered to the sink and splashed his face.

  When someone came in, Carl spun around in anger.

  Charlotte was standing in the room. “Is everything all right?”

  “What the hell was in that fucking drink, Charlotte?” Carl asked.

  “Drink?” She appeared shocked.

  “Why don’t you find Keith’s clothes? Make yourself useful!” Carl snarled as she left.

  Keith began to tremble. “Carl, I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Come here.” Carl reached out.

  Keith fell against him, closing his eyes. The sense of security Carl represented to Keith made him feel so much better. He didn’t want to let him go.

  The door opened again and Charlotte held out Keith’s jeans.

  “Get dressed, Keith.” Carl nudged him to stand on his own.

  Shaking in anxiety, Keith took his pants and slipped them back on. “Please tell me you won’t use any of that for the show, Charlotte.”

  “Keith, it was really hot.”

  “Charlotte!” Carl approached her, menacing.

  “Did you see the reaction of those men? Oh, Keith, please. You have to let me at least use splices of it.”

  “Oh, Christ,” Keith moaned, feeling like the worst fool.

  Before Carl began another tirade, Charlotte moved to Keith’s side, touching his shoulder. “Keith, sweetie, listen to me.”

  “What?” Keith knew exactly what she was going to say.

  “Tiny snippets. I promise. Nothing more than thirty seconds. I swear, your character will soar to number one all time best drama characters. Think Emmys, think BANFF, the Nationals! Keith! This will catapult you into another class of actors.”

  “Carl?” Keith knew he wasn’t thinking straight and he needed Carl’s clear headed advice.

  Carl stood next to him. “Charlotte, be honest with us, please.”

  “I am. Look, boys, you know my television series are always racy. But,” she stopped them before they interrupted her, “which show won best cable drama 2007?”

  “The Ties That Bind,” Carl sighed.

  Keith knew that was Charlotte’s show.

  “Who won best actor and actress?” she urged.

  Looking at Carl, Keith met his eyes and asked, “Carl?”

  “Her stars won, Keith,” Carl admitted. “Both awards.”

  “Best direction? Most erotic scene, hottest nighttime soap?”

  “You.” Carl crossed his arms over his bare chest.

  “Would I steer either of you wrong?”

  “No.” Carl looked down at his shoes.

  “Keith?” she asked, imploring.

  “Snippets?”

  She rubbed her index finger on her thumb.“Itsy bitsy.”

  “All right.”

  Charlotte hugged him. “I adore both of you.”

  She kissed each of their cheeks, and said, “That’s it. All done for today. Get a ride back to the studio and change. Pick up the new script before you go. See you tomorrow.”

  When she raced out of the room, Keith could feel the wind of her wake.

  Carl reached out for Keith’s hand. Keith took it and they made their way out of the men’s room. A roar of applause erupted at their appearance.

  Releasing their contact, Keith walked through the crowd of men in what felt like a standing ovation. Melvin handed them each their shirts, a knowing smirk on his face.

  Some of the men patted his back, others reached out to shake Keith’s hand. He imagined Carl behind him goi
ng through the same thing.

  “Thanks, Keith.” A young blond haired man held Keith’s hand in a tight grip. “Your support means a lot to the gay community.”

  That puzzled Keith. Support? What on earth did he mean? All he was doing was playing a gay character. “Sure. No problem.”

  When they stepped outside, their car was waiting.

  Keith tucked in his shirt and climbed into the back seat as the driver held the door. A scream of the fans that had collected at the barricade rang out at their presence.

  Once he and Carl were closed inside the car, Keith looked over at him. Carl appeared very tired.

  “I’m sorry, babe.”

  Carl pointed to the driver and shook his head for Keith to be quiet.

  They arrived back at the studio and changed into their own clothing. An assistant there handed out the new scripts. They left in silence, walking through the parking lot to Carl’s car.

  Chapter 4

  Once Carl had them moving down the road, he scolded, “What on earth were you thinking?”

  “I’m sorry. I have no idea what came over me.”

  “Keith! On film? And you think that’s going to help you stay in the closet?”

  “Carl, honest, I was swept up in it. I couldn’t believe how liberating it was. Men! Gay men! Dancing together, getting naughty. It was so amazing.”

  When Carl’s hand grasped his, Keith turned to look at his face. “It was, Keith. It was amazing.”

  Exhaling in relief, Keith responded, “I was so horny I thought I was going to explode.”

  “That dancer was gorgeous. Did you see the size of the dick on him?”

  “Christ! He was rubbing it on mine. I was dying.”

  “Some of the men in that room were extraordinary.”

  “I know.” In excitement Keith pushed on his own crotch with his free hand.

  “It’s no wonder gay relationships don’t last.”

  Keith sighed heavily. “So many willing men…who would have known?”

  “It’s like a secret society.”

  “It is, Carl. I feel the same way. We were going about our business, dating women, completely ignorant of this underground gay thing.”

  “Not so underground. That’s a very big club.”

  “It was enormous. And the amount of men in it…holy cow. Can you imagine watching naked male dancers and drinking booze? I’d be fucking strangers every night.”

  “I know. It’s crazy. I suppose the only way to have a committed relationship is to never expose yourself to that kind of easy sex.”

  “Yeah, but now we know it exists.”

  “And?” Carl pulled into the parking garage of his condo.

  “And?” Keith released Carl’s hand and held the script.

  “Are you planning on going to gay nightclubs now and cheating on me?”

  “No. Don’t be ridiculous, Carl.” Keith wanted Carl to come with him, so they could screw the same man together.

  Carl parked in his garage and shut the engine. “God knows what’s in store for us in the next episode.”

  As Keith exited the car, he mumbled, “Hope it’s more gay disco.”

  “What?” Carl asked, using his remote to close the garage door.

  “Nothing.”

  Coming through the lobby door, Keith noticed a photographer standing out in front of their building, having a smoke. He shoved Carl back out into the parking garage. “Is there a back way?”

  “The stairs.” Carl jogged across the concrete to the stairwell using his master key to get in. They climbed the long hike up six floors and rushed to get inside the condo.

  Once they had, Keith kicked off his shoes and tossed the script down on the table. “Beer…I need a beer.”

  After Keith grabbed two and opened the tops, he searched for Carl. Carl was in the study, sitting at his computer. Placing Carl’s beer in front of him, Keith waited for the computer to set up, sucking the ale down as he did. He already knew what Carl was going to look for. YouTube.

  Going to Google, putting their names and YouTube into the search engine, they found the site instantly. Keith pushed Carl back to sit on his lap as they waited for it to download.

  “Ready?” Carl asked.

  “I suppose.” Keith wrapped his arm around Carl’s shoulder, taking a long draw of his beer as he gazed at the screen.

  Music played loudly. Carl used the mouse to shut it off. A slightly fuzzy image of the two of them naked appeared. In the glowing reddish light, Keith knelt up naked, his dick erect and protruding away from his body, as Carl pretended to give him head.

  “I’m not even in your mouth.”

  “Nope. You’re not. But it’s a good shot of your cock, babe.”

  Keith kept watching. He knew what came next because he remembered the shoot perfectly. Carl had him get to his hands and knees. And Carl’s partially erect cock never penetrated his ass. It obviously was too low.

  “I knew it. It’s all so blatantly clear this is for the show.” Carl picked up his beer.

  “Sucks having our cocks on video,” Keith sighed.

  “At least it’s our rehearsed love scene. Any moron can see we’re not really doing it.”

  “Let me read the comments.” Keith nudged Carl to move the cursor lower.

  “It says, ‘I love these guys. I hope just because they’re a gay couple that people will leave them alone’.” Carl breathed softly. “That’s actually pretty nice.”

  “Look at that one.” Keith pointed to the screen. “They get me so horny I masturbate to the television.”

  Carl laughed. “Whoa. Bad boy.”

  “All in all, not horrible.” Keith stood off Carl’s lap.

  “No. Like I said, any moron can see it’s all fake sex.” Carl closed YouTube down and scanned the rest of the Google entries. “Look at how many fan sites there are, Keith.”

  Leaning down over Carl’s shoulder, Keith watched as Carl flipped screens, their names and Forever Young on page after page.

  As Carl entered a few sites to read the dirt, Keith left him to it, reclining on the sofa in the living room. He imagined going back to that club again, on their own, without a camera crew. Keith fantasized picking one fantastic stud out of the crowd and he and Carl devouring him together.

  When he heard his mobile phone ringtone, he reached into his jeans’ pocket. Checking the display, he sighed unhappily. “Hello, Mother.”

  “Keith. You never even told us you moved. That’s not right, Keith.”

  “After the way Dad reacted to me having a gay television role? Are you joking?” He sat up and drank more of his beer.

  “You moved in with Carl, didn’t you?”

  “Who told you?”

  “Patty.”

  “Oh, nice!” Keith grew upset at his ex-roommate.

  “We also read it in the tabloids, Keith. So don’t take it out on her.”

  “Whatever.” Keith balanced the beer on a coaster on the coffee table.

  “Can we have his address?”

  “Why? So Dad can come over and harass us?”

  “He won’t do that, Keith. Please. Your sister and I would like to know.”

  “How’s Nadine doing? I haven’t spoken to her in ages.”

  “She’s fine. She was asking about you yesterday. She wants us all to get together.”

  “I can’t. The schedule’s too tight.” He watched Carl come in the room. “Mom,” he mouthed to him.

  Carl nodded, setting his beer bottle in the sink.

  “The tabloids say you and Carl are a couple.”

  “Of course they do. And you know how reliable they are. Remember Elvis giving birth to the alien? I swore by that one.”

  “All right, Keith, no need to be smart mouthed.”

  “We’re friends. Okay? Friends.”

  “I believe you.”

  “Thank you.” Keith unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his jeans so he could tease Carl when he turned to look.

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�Are you dating a woman now?”

  “I don’t have time.” When Carl glanced over, Keith flapped his cock at him. Carl made a face that Keith knew was wicked admonishment for him behaving like a sexual deviant.

  “Suck it,” Keith said silently.

  “How is Patty getting along without you?”

  “I suppose she’s okay. I found her a roommate.”

  Carl crouched down next to him.

  “Oh. That was nice of you.”

  “It was the least I could do.” The heat of Carl’s mouth surrounded his cock. Keith stifled a moan in pleasure.

  “Your father won’t watch the show anymore.”

  “I figured.” Keith closed his eyes.