Playing Dirty Book 2 of the Action! Series

by GA Hauser

  Mark’s green eyes darted from one man to the other. “I couldn’t resist the offer. I’ve never been very strong. Ask Jack. He’ll tell you how horrible I am.”

  Carl laughed. “Horrible?”

  “Yes. I may look pretty, but I’m an emotional wreck.”

  “That’s why we only want your body.” Keith dragged his fist over Mark’s cock, making him shiver.

  “I’m terrible at making decisions. I’ve made a mess of my life enough as it is.” Mark appeared to begin to back away.

  “Stop getting yourself upset.” Carl petted his hair softly. “See this for what it is. Not what it isn’t.”

  “What is it?” Mark asked.

  “It’s an hour.”

  “I wish I could share that logic with my lover.” Mark tried to sit up.

  Carl allowed him, curling one of his legs under himself while Keith sat upright.

  Once Mark was against the headboard, he pulled his hair back from his face and laced his fingers on his lap.

  “How long can you stay?” Keith ran his hand over the soft hair of Mark’s leg.

  “Not much longer. I’m panicked he’ll ring.”

  “What about the show?” Keith scooted closer still touching Mark’s thigh. “Imagine being a part of Forever Young.”

  “It would be brilliant.” Mark’s eyes lit up.

  “Come by next week. Meet the director.” Carl knew Charlotte would eat Mark up.

  “Should I? I shouldn’t.”

  Carl could tell Mark wanted to. Who wouldn’t? “Tell Steve you have a meeting. What do you do?”

  “I work with Steve at an advertising firm.”

  “You work with him?” Keith asked.

  “Yes. But our time together in the office is quite limited. We are out and about a fair bit.”

  “There you go.” Carl leaned forward to nip at Mark’s tiny nipple.

  “I suppose I could at least speak to the director. What harm would that do?” Mark stared down at Carl as he licked his tiny erect nib.

  Grinning as he lapped happily, Carl knew Mark was trying to convince himself.

  Keith shimmied down the bed, burrowing his face into Mark’s crotch with a sensuous groan.

  “You two are starting me going again.” Mark smiled. “Naughty, naughty.”

  A mobile ringtone sounded.

  Mark froze. “Bollocks!” He scrambled off the bed and found his jeans. “Hush! Both of you!” he warned. Facing the bathroom, Mark said calmly, “Hullo, love.”

  Keith moved back against the pillows. Carl turned to look at Keith and then joined him as poor Mark suffered guilt.

  “Doing? Not a lot. I was just out for a while taking a walk. It’s so nice out. How’s it going with Mum and Dad?”

  Keith snuggled against Carl, resting his jaw on Carl’s shoulder.

  “Now? You are? Oh. All right. I’ll just walk back to my car. Be a few. Cheers.” Mark hung up. “I’ve got to go!” He picked up his jeans and was about to pull them on when he threw them down and sprinted to the bathroom.

  Carl could hear the water running in the sink.

  “He’s going to smell like us.” Keith sighed.

  “Not if he washes well enough.”

  “I would smell you on him.”

  “Would you?”

  “Yes. You smell divine.”

  “Not nearly as good as him. Jesus. When I saw you licking his pits I thought you were nuts until I went in for a sniff. Wow.”

  “I know. I could give him a tongue bath.”

  “Shite! Shite!” Mark appeared, scrambling to get his jeans on.

  “Calm down.” Carl stood up to hand him his shirt. “Mark, it won’t help if you look like you’re guilty as charged.”

  “No. No, you’re right.” He pulled his shirt over his head, tucking it in. “Do I still smell like you?”

  Keith bounded off the bed and began inhaling Mark everywhere.

  “No. I can’t smell anything but soap.” Carl held Mark steady as he slipped on his deck shoes.

  “Right. Is that everything I came with?” Mark spun around.

  “Do you usually go commando?” Keith asked.

  “Yes. Don’t worry about that. Right. I’m off.”

  They followed Mark to the door.

  “Wait.” Keith rushed to grab a pen. “Take our number. Call next week when you get the chance to come to the studio. We have to let the security at the gate know so they can let you in.”

  Mark took the paper, tucking it into his wallet. “A part in Forever Young?”

  “Yup.” Carl grinned.

  “Too tempting to pass up.” Mark grinned.

  When he caught Mark’s smile, Carl felt his insides burn with passion. “Thanks for sharing your body with us, Mark.” Carl kissed his cheek.

  “Yes. Ditto.” Keith pecked the other one.

  “My pleasure. Honest. If it weren’t for Steve, I’d have truly enjoyed the hell out of it.”

  “Didn’t you?” Carl gasped.

  Mark winked playfully.

  They watched as he waited for the elevator, Keith and Carl were still naked and Carl hoped no one else walked down the hall. When he vanished, Carl shut the door and stared at Keith. “Was that like some weird dream or what?”

  “Yes. A wet dream.” Keith headed back to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. “Mm I can still smell him.”

  Carl dove on the mattress and they snuffled around the sheets. When they came up laughing, they embraced and kissed each other.

  “I love you,” Keith cooed.

  “I love you too. Thanks for getting Mark to come over. I really enjoyed it.”

  “Me too. Think he’ll do the shoot?”

  “I hope so. I just don’t know how we’re going to behave with that man in bed again.”

  Keith laughed and wrapped his legs around Carl’s. “We won’t!”

  “Naughty! Naughty!” Carl teased, using a British accent.

  “Get over here!” Keith rolled around the bed with him, sucking at his mouth.

  Chapter 13

  Monday morning Keith led the way into the studio building. Seeing the group sipping coffee before they began, Keith smiled contentedly as he reminisced about the weekend’s adventure.

  “Hello, boys!”

  “Hi, Charlotte.” Keith waved.

  “Morning, Ms. Deavers,” Carl greeted.

  After giving Carl a quick smile, Keith waved Charlotte over.

  “Yes?” Her impish grin reflected theirs.

  “We told our pretty boy about the three-way. How rude of you to rush us and put it into the next episode,” Keith admonished playfully. “But he’s interested. He’s just worried about the union stuff. But you can handle all that for him, can’t you?”

  “I thought you said you can get Adam Lewis to represent him?”

  Carl and Keith exchanged looks. Carl addressed Keith, “He’ll tell Steve.”

  “Well, he’ll tell Jack who will most likely tell Steve,” Keith replied.

  Charlotte waved them away impatiently. “When you have him here, let me know. I need to know by tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?” they shouted in unison.

  “Let’s go! Get to the set for our speed through.”

  When she walked away, Keith pulled out his mobile phone.

  “What are you doing? You can’t call him now.” Carl looked past Keith to the crew gathering for their read.

  “Hullo?”

  “Mark?” Keith whispered, “Can you talk?”

  “A bit. Be quick.”

  “You have to come here tomorrow if you want the part.”

  “Tomorrow? That’s not much notice. I don’t think I can persuade Steve in one night. I may have to pass, Keith.”

  “No. That’s not an option. Let me talk to Steve.”

  “Are you joking?”

  Keith bit his lip and knew he had to get going with their speed through of the script. “I have an idea. Tell me what time he leaves work and where he p
arks.”

  “What are you going to do?” Mark asked.

  “Leave it to me.”

  “We commute together.”

  “Have him go first. Lag behind. Go take a shit. Anything to stay away. Just let me get to him alone.”

  Carl tilted his head at Keith in confusion as he listened to one side of the conversation.

  “All right, love. But don’t hold your breath.”

  ~

  Carl watched Keith nod and chew on his lip. He hadn’t a clue what was going on.

  “Black Mercedes…what’s the plate?” Keith asked Mark over the phone.

  “Keith, Charlotte’s waving at us.”

  “Got it, Mark. Just don’t be with him when he gets to his car. Tell him you’ll meet him there.” Keith hung up, stuffed his phone in his pocket and hurried to the set.

  “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Carl asked.

  “Later.”

  Judging by the smirk on Keith’s face, Carl knew it would be wicked.

  “Are you boys ready?” Charlotte asked, the script in her hand.

  “Yes.” Keith stood next to her, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “You need the script, Carl?” she asked.

  “Nope.”

  “Oh? Keith bestowing on you the secrets to quick memorizing?”

  “Yes,” Carl laughed, “he’s ‘bestowing’ on me.”

  “I’ll bet.” She squinted her eyes at him. “Fine. Let’s begin. Betty, you have the first line.”

  Carl waited as the woman who played his on screen mother struggled to find the correct page in the paperwork. He adored her but it was an effort for her to memorize her lines. As he watched each actor speak or read their part, Carl’s gaze came to rest on Keith. His lover had been staring at him. Keith’s eyes were on fire with something he was planning inside his head. Carl could only imagine. But if it brought Mark Richfield into their bed once more, it was worth it.

  ~

  After their day was complete Keith told Carl of his plan. “You want us to do what?” Carl choked in shock as they stood just outside the studio building in the bright sun.

  “Shut up and follow me.” Keith jogged to another door and opened it. A vast array of costumes filled the space. “Excuse me, I need some help.” Keith flagged down an assistant.

  Shaking his head in disbelief Carl had no idea how this was going to work, but knowing Keith, he’d succeed.

  ~

  They huddled behind their car in the boiling sun, trying to hide. Keith elbowed Carl in the ribs. “There he is. Are you ready?”

  Carl shook his head. “We’re going to get in so much trouble.”

  “Follow my lead. Let’s go. Wait. Put those reflective aviator sunglasses on. Let me fix your hat. There. Now I can’t recognize you. How about me?”

  Carl tugged the black brim of Keith’s cap lower down his forehead. “This is insane.”

  “Oh! Hurry! He’s almost at his car.”

  Carl sprinted behind Keith as he rushed to contact Steve.

  “Mr. Miller!” Keith shouted in a deep voice.

  Steve spun around, about to open his car door. “Yes?”

  “We’re with the police. Drop your briefcase. Put your hands on the vehicle.” Keith pushed Steve to face his car.

  “Police? Which department? Those aren’t LAPD uniforms.” Steve set his case down and placed his hands on the roof of his car. “What’s the deal? Which department are you from?”

  “Uh…” Keith glanced at Carl who shrugged. “Never mind that! Spread your legs!”

  “Never mind that?” Steve scoffed. “Look, I used to be an LAPD cop and I have a right—”

  Steve shut up the minute Keith reached his hands between his legs for his “pat down”.

  Seeing Keith nodding his head to join in, Carl went for Steve’s suit jacket, opening the button and reaching for his chest.

  “Ah, guys?” Steve asked softly. “Is this a joke? Because if it isn’t—”

  “No joke, Mr. Miller. We have some hard evidence that you violated the law.” Keith mouthed, “Touch his cock!” to Carl.

  “Hard evidence?” Steve laughed. “You don’t sound very convincing as a cop. Who put you up to this?”

  When Steve went to turn around, Carl stopped him, pushing on his back. Seeing Keith leaning against Steve’s left side, Carl sandwiched Steve, pressing on his right. As Keith massaged the muscular ex-cop’s torso, Carl dipped his hand into the front of Steve’s trousers.

  “Hey! Okay. I get the joke.” Steve tried to stop Carl.

  “No joke,” Keith whispered seductively. “You are criminally gorgeous.”

  “I knew it,” Steve laughed. “Did Mark set this up?”

  Carl smoothed his hand down the front of Steve’s zipper flap. A nice, hard cock was under it. Mission accomplished.

  “Uh, guys. We’re in the parking lot of my office.” Steve scanned the area from over the car’s roof.

  “Do you wish we were somewhere private?” Keith purred, licking Steve’s jaw.

  “Holy crap.” Steve shivered. “Do I know you?”

  “Do you want to get to know us better?” Carl rubbed Steve’s crotch and ass simultaneously.

  “I…I…” Steve stammered.

  “You what?” Keith sucked on Steve’s neck, running his hands up his back and chest under Steve’s sports jacket.

  “I sort of live with a guy.” Steve swallowed audibly, lowering his head to watch the hands that were all over him.

  “Sort of?” Carl laughed.

  “Christ, what are you doing to me?” Steve choked in a laugh that came out like a sob.

  “What do you want us to do to you?” Carl purred, running his palm up and down Steve’s hard shaft.

  “Fuck me senseless. But I can’t.” Steve looked up with a start.

  Carl and Keith winked and set back to see Mark standing near the car, a big, satisfied grin on his face.

  “Mark!” Steve took his hands off the roof of the car and backed away from Keith and Carl. “Did you set this up?”

  “Set what up?” Mark walked to their side of the car. “Officers? Is there a problem?”

  “Yes.” Keith reached for Steve’s crotch. “A very big one.”

  “All right.” Steve swatted his hand down.

  Carl took off his sunglasses. “Hello, Steve.”

  “Oh. I get it.” Steve laughed, appearing relieved. “Hello, Carl. And I suppose your partner is Keith.”

  Mark leaned against Steve. “You get a woodie, Officer Miller?”

  “Okay…” Steve smiled shyly. “Was this all-star performance so I’ll let you play with Mark?”

  “And you.” Keith leaned against Steve’s side.

  “And me? And you’re okay with this?” Steve asked Mark.

  “Only if you are.” Mark wriggled against Steve sensually.

  After rubbing his face in his hands as if he were deciding, Steve sighed. “A four-way?”

  “Oh yes!” Keith humped Steve’s leg.

  “Mark?” Steve appeared to be asking Mark’s permission suddenly.

  “Up to you, copper.” Mark kissed his jaw.

  “Up to me?” Steve gaped at the men in awe.

  “Follow us.” Keith licked Steve’s cheek.

  “Follow you?” Steve gaped in surprise. “You mean tonight? Like in no time to think this over?”

  “What’s to think about?” Carl took off his police cap to run his hands through his hair. “It’s not grand larceny. It’s just sex. Why does everyone seem to overrate that simple act?” Muttering out loud, Carl ranted, “Who do you have sex with? Oh? You can’t have the part. What label is your sexuality? Are you gay? Bi? Straight? Well, we can’t have you not have a label…”

  “Okay,” Keith pushed Carl to shut him up, “we know the schtick.”

  Steve gazed at Mark for a moment. “Do you want to do this?”

  “It could be fun.” Mark touched Steve’s nose. “Do you want to do it?�
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  Steve glanced back at Keith, then Carl. “Fuck yeah.”

  Keith broke up with laughter.

  “Follow us.” Carl tapped Keith to walk back to their car.

  “Okay,” Mark replied, looking very excited.