by GA Hauser
Mark took a quick glance at Steve, leaned closer and nibbled the pretzel from Keith’s hand. “Thanks.” Mark smiled wickedly as he chewed.
Carl continued to fan himself. “Uh, can someone turn on the air?”
“Jesus!” Keith announced. “You’re fucking sexy, Mark Richfield. Err, Steve?” Keith searched around Carl to see him. “Can we borrow your lover?”
“Yeah, right.” Steve did not appear amused.
“One hour.” Keith held up his index finger.
“Is he kidding me?” Steve stood taller, his hands on his hips.
“Be careful,” Mark whispered into Keith’s ear, but they all could hear him. “Steve was an LAPD cop. He’s very mean.”
“I’m not mean.” Steve retrieved the bag of pretzels as it came his way again. “I don’t want another guy to play with you, Richfield.”
Mark leaned his side against Keith’s. Keith inhaled Mark’s delicious scent deeply.
“He won’t let me play, pretty boy,” Mark’s breath tickled Keith’s ear as he spoke.
Keith was so excited by Mark he was going nuts. “My lover lets me share.” Keith wrapped his arm around Mark’s waist, hugging him closer.
“Okay!” Adam shouted to break the sexual tension. “Who wants booze?”
“Me.” Steve held out a clean glass, unable to wipe the scowl off his face. “Mark, cut it out.”
“What am I doing?” Mark held up his hands.
“Keith,” Carl admonished, “don’t get anyone upset.”
“I’m in a room with five of the most gorgeous men I have ever met and I’m supposed to behave? What the fucking planet are you all from? Hello? We’re gay men? Sex? Anyone for group sex?” Keith turned back to stare at Mark’s profile. “Let me see your green eyes again. Carl has green eyes, you know. I love green eyes and dark hair.”
“Do you?” Mark sighed.
“I’ll bet you give amazing head,” Keith hissed.
Mark’s eyes blinked wide in shock.
“Oi!” Steve crossed the room and shoved Mark out of Keith’s grasp. “I think the flirting has taken a lousy turn in the wrong direction.”
Keith smiled at Mark regardless of Steve trying to make his point.
“I don’t mind Mark getting some attention,” Steve argued, “I’m used to it. But when it gets carried away, I start to get pissed.”
“He’s sorry, Steve,” Carl interrupted.
“No, I’m not.” Keith laughed at the absurdity. “Look at the guy? Jesus. And you think I’m too pretty?” Keith addressed Adam.
“Mark’s not on my client list,” Adam replied calmly.
“Why the hell not?” Keith couldn’t get enough of staring at him.
“Didn’t we want to discuss what direction your career should take, Mr. O’Leary?” Adam chided.
“I want it to be gay, okay?” Keith hopped off the stool and stalked Mark. “Gay, proud, and out.”
“Keith,” Carl laughed as he called his name, “get back here and let’s figure this out for real.”
Jack shook his head. “Typical, Richfield. You walk into a room and all hell breaks loose. How many times have I witnessed this scenario?”
Keith leaned his hand on the wall next to Mark, admiring his height and licking his lips at his beauty. While he gazed at Mark, Keith said, “Steve, don’t be greedy.”
When Mark smiled at Keith with wicked intent, Keith went into meltdown. “Certain men really turn me on, Mark.”
“Oh?” Mark batted his long dark lashes.
“Oh, yes.”
“Do I have to get violent?” Steve asked in frustration.
“He’s only playing, Officer Miller,” Mark shouted. “Just relax.”
“Am I?” Keith touched a lock of Mark’s hair.
“Keith,” Carl kept laughing in amusement. “You’re going to get hit. The cop is about to deck you.”
Hating the fact that he couldn’t taste this incredible man’s lips, Keith turned around to see Steve’s snarl. “At least you’re nice looking. I’d be crushed if Mark was attached to some dog.”
“You think that’s buttering me up?” Steve pressed his fingers to his own chest. “Let’s go, Mark.”
“Go?” Mark blinked his eyes innocently. “I don’t want to go.”
“He doesn’t want to go, Officer Miller,” Keith teased.
“You’re playing with fire, Keith,” Adam warned.
“You don’t mind?” Jack asked Carl in amazement.
“No.” Carl sipped his fresh drink. “We’ve shared a man together. It was great.”
Mark spun around to look at Keith in surprise. “Share? Between the two of you?”
“Oh, yes…” Keith breathed hoarsely. “It was liberating. Ever have a three-way?”
“No.” Mark smiled invitingly.
“Mark!” Steve growled. “Stop encouraging this!”
“Stevie! It’s Keith O’Leary and Carl Bronson! How many opportunities does one get to have sex with the two hottest stars on cable television? Simultaneously!”
Steve grabbed Mark by the shirt and dragged him to the living room for a private chat. Keith turned around and gave Carl a grin, “I’m trying, lover.”
“I see that. Good luck. I hope you win.”
“Uh, boys?” Adam cleared his throat. “Why don’t we just forget about Mark for a moment and get back to the problem of your careers?”
After Keith peered into the living room at the active debate, he moved to rest against Carl’s legs as Carl sat on a high stool. Carl wrapped his arms around Keith’s chest and placed his chin on Keith’s shoulder.
“Right.” Adam sighed and reminded them what they had been discussing before Mark showed up. “Your producers don’t want any more planned straight outings. Correct?”
“Correct.” Carl kissed Keith’s hair.
“Okay. Well, I do get the reasons why.” Adam sat on the chair Jack had moved closer to them. “They have a legitimate point. They are trying for a certain demographic and your pretending to be straight may taint that pool.”
“So,” Carl asked, “no more horrible double dating nightmares?”
“No. I guess not. But saying that. If you two come out, go hang out at gay clubs,” Adam added with emphasis, “have three-way gay sex, and it becomes public? I really doubt I’ll be able to get you another decent role, Keith. After Forever Young ends, you can kiss the movie career goodbye.”
“Who cares? I’ll do gay porn.”
Carl laughed. “Yeah? You nearly passed out when you found out about the damn YouTube video. Who are you kidding?”
“Gay porn?” Jack laughed. “Really?”
Keith just shrugged, his eyes still on the doorway to the living room, wanting Mark to come into view.
Jack replied, “Adam, you should have Keith talk to Angel Loveday about doing erotic films. Keith will soon reconsider.”
“Who’s Angel Loveday?” Carl asked.
“An Eighties soft porn star that suffered a terrible stalking incident.” Adam chewed on a pretzel. “Believe me, you wouldn’t want to go through what that guy went through.”
Mark suddenly yelled Steve’s name.
Adam asked Jack, “You want to go see what’s going on?”
“Mark’s not my problem. No thanks.” Jack finished his drink.
“See what you’ve started?” Carl rocked Keith in his arms.
“What’s the big fricken’ deal? One whole hour? Ooh!” Keith mocked. “It’s like I’m stealing the guy’s lover.”
“Some men are into committed relationships,” Jack said.
“And? So? Carl and I have one as well. It doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun. We don’t sneak around. We don’t cheat. We agree on someone and enjoy him together.”
“We don’t usually intend on screwing the third party,” Carl clarified. “He’s just an accessory.”
“Mark is so fucking hot!” Keith felt his cock become erect thinking about it. “I think their argument is
ludicrous. It’s not like we’re asking for a year’s commitment. It’s one fucking time.”
“Man, you sure make it sound logical.” Adam laughed.
“Are you certain you’re not a lawyer?” Jack joined in the laughter.
Mark’s shout was heard very clearly. “I’ll do what I bloody well please!”
Keith felt his heart pump wildly at the possibility.
“You do and we’re through!” Steve roared back.
“You’d flamin’ give me up just for one encounter? Give it a break, Steven! I’m not marrying the bloke!”
“You see what you did?” Carl chewed on Keith’s ear. “You are such trouble.”
“Some men are worth fighting for.” Keith licked his lips. “Either of you ever seen Mark naked?”
“Not me!” Adam threw up his hands. “Ask his ex-roommate.”
Keith spun around to Jack. “You lived with him?”
A pained expression washed over Jack’s face. “Thanks a lot, Adam.”
“Sorry. It was cruel of me. Never mind.” Adam walked into the living room to check on Mark and Steve.
After Adam left the room, Keith whispered, “Jack? What’s he look like naked? Big dick?”
Jack rubbed his face in agony. “You realize you will never get a chance at him.”
“Why the hell not?” Keith shifted his weight to lean on Carl’s legs more heavily.
“He and Steve are exclusive.”
“There’s no such thing for gay men.”
Carl nibbled Keith’s ear again. “Stop before you get us thrown out.”
“Yes, I’m afraid there is.” Jack smiled sadly. “If you’ll excuse me?” Jack left the room.
When Carl and Keith were alone, Keith spun around in Carl’s legs to face him. “What do you think of Mark?”
“He’s very pretty. He looks like a woman.”
“His face looks like a woman, but his body’s all male. Holy shit. Did you see the bulge in his jeans?”
Carl chuckled softly. “I don’t think his partner is keen.”
“He’s just jealous we didn’t ask him.” Keith leaned closer and kissed Carl passionately. “I have the best fucking boyfriend in the state.”
“You do.” Carl dug his hands into Keith’s hair.
“What do you think about what Adam said? No more dating those models? Sounds good to me.”
“I can’t stand going out and pretending like that. Forget it. Besides, you have any idea what Palmer was charging us for his services? We’d go broke.”
“True.” Keith cupped the back of Carl’s head and kissed him again, tasting the salty pretzels and margarita.
Hearing someone step into the room, Carl parted from their kiss and looked up.
When Keith realized who it was he choked in awe. “Mark!”
“Hush. I’m supposedly coming in to say goodbye. Steve is going mad.”
“Get over here.” Keith grabbed him and dragged him so he was close enough to hug. Slipping his arm around Mark’s waist, Keith inhaled him like he was intoxicating. “Meet with us.”
“I really shouldn’t.” Mark expression said the opposite.
“Do you have a private line? Mobile phone?” Keith licked Mark’s jaw, moaning at the taste of him.
“Christ,” Carl whispered, “you are so fucking handsome, Mark.”
“You’ll swell my head.” Mark blushed.
“Believe me, handsome, mine’s already swollen.” Keith forced Mark’s hand to his crotch. Mark gasped and pulled back like he’d been burned.
“Mark!” Steve roared from the living room.
“One minute!” Mark shouted back. “Sheesh!”
“Number?” Keith ran his tongue over Mark’s rough jaw.
“How good is your memory?” Mark hissed softly.
“Very good.” Keith assured him.
“555-7132.”
“Got it,” Keith sealed the numbers into his brain. “When?”
Mark peered back at the door nervously. “Sunday around one in the afternoon. Steve has to go to his parents’ house. He never takes me. They don’t know about me.”
“Date.” Keith ran the tip of his tongue along Mark’s lower lip.
Mark reacted as if he heard something, jumping away from their cuddle. He backed his way to the living room, staring at Keith and Carl as he did.
Keith licked his lips seductively at Mark before he disappeared. When he had, Keith wriggled against Carl. “I need to suck his cock.”
“I need to screw his tight ass.”
“Deal.”
“Our business is done here.” Carl hopped off the stool.
“It is.” Keith couldn’t hide his excitement.
When they emerged into the living room, Jack and Adam were whispering together. They stopped when Keith entered the room.
“We’ll be heading out,” Keith said. “Sorry if I stirred up any trouble.”
“It’s okay,” Adam replied. “I think they worked it out.”
“I’m so glad.” Keith grinned.
“So? Did we get anything straight?” Adam asked.
“Yes. No more fake dates.”
“Okay. I’ll let Jeff know.”
“Thanks, Adam. Nice meeting you, Jack.” Keith shook Jack’s hand.
He left the house with Carl, dancing as he did, thinking of having that androgynous male naked and willing to play.
Once they were in the car together, Keith moaned, “The idea of devouring that god has me so hot I can’t stand it.”
“Ditto.” Carl backed out of Adam’s driveway. “You remember his phone number?”
“Of course!” Keith laughed.
“I wish I had your damn memory.”
Keith waited until Carl had shifted gears before he reached between Carl’s legs. “Get me home. I’m in desperate need of your dick.”
“Christ, me too. Maybe it was more than just Mark. Each one of those guys was hot.”
“They were. But Mark? He was something else!” Keith squirmed.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like we’re going to see him regularly. I mean, if Steve wanted to play along, I wouldn’t have objected.” Carl downshifted and stopped at an intersection.
“He was just jealous we weren’t fawning all over him.”
“He must be used to people reacting that way to Mark.”
“Doesn’t mean he has to like it.” Keith felt Carl’s dick harden as they discussed the lovely Mr. Richfield. “I think it takes a real commitment to do what we do. Think about it, Carl. We don’t argue about it.”
“I suppose if Adam and Jack had the hots for you, I may get a little upset.”
“That’s the whole point, Carl. You’d come along for the ride.”
“True.”
“You think we should have asked Steve as well?”
“No.” Carl hit the highway and accelerated. “I thought Steve was handsome, don’t get me wrong. But Mark? Holy fuck. I’ve seriously never seen a man like him before. And Steve would monopolize him in a group situation. We’d barely get to touch the guy.”
“Did you smell him? He was delicious.”
“Oh, God. I am so horny.” Carl checked his speedometer as he flew over eighty to get home.
“And we still have rehearsal all week and more lines to learn. We can’t rest and play just yet.”
“No. I know.”
Keith reclined in the leather seat, massaging both of their crotches while he imagined another tantalizing three-way.
Chapter 9
Carl gave his audition tape to an assistant as he waited for his turn to read from the script. Oddly enough, he wasn’t nervous. Having the best show on cable TV to fall back on was quite a cushion. Every year they would renegotiate his contract and more money would roll in. Carl wasn’t what he considered a materialistic man. He was frugal from years on a tight budget, including while living with his family back in Seattle. If he didn’t get this movie role, there’d always be another.
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The script wasn’t one of the best he had read, and the computer graphics that were filling the big screens recently put him off.
“Mr. Bronson?”
He woke out of his daydream. “Yes?”
“Just a quick test for the camera.”
“My pleasure.” Carl moved to a masking tape X marked in front of a large camera lens.
“In your own time.”
Carl nodded, looking down at the script with his lines highlighted. “You say it’s a matter of time until the world is destroyed, Brad, but we should be able to do something.”
The more he read, the worse he thought the script was. What crap. You have to be kidding me.
