by GA Hauser
“Is she just going to stare at me?”
“She’s thinking. Don’t worry. She doesn’t bite. At least we’ve never seen her bite.”
“I bite.” Charlotte informed them.
“Oh, my!” Mark laughed nervously.
“Right.” Charlotte announced like she had an epiphany. “This is the scene now…now that I’ve seen him.” She pointed at Mark. “I want you to enter the house with him, like it’s written in the script, as if you’re fresh from a club.”
Keith’s mouth was already watering.
“I want you two to undress him. Mark?”
“Yes,” he kept chuckling nervously.
“You have any objections to being naked on camera?”
“Totally? Like in frontal?”
“No. Not frontal on film. We can’t do that. But you will be baring your all for the camera and crew.”
“Bloody hell…” Mark met Keith’s eyes.
“I felt the same way,” Keith assured him.
“What if I get wood? How embarrassing.”
“You probably will.” Charlotte smiled affectionately. “Still interested?”
Mark paused, fidgeting in his chair. “Right. Let me get this straight. They take off all my clothing?”
“Yes.”
“Then what? I just stand there in the buff?”
“No. It’ll be quick. Once all three of you undress you’ll climb under the covers. It will be all of two seconds on show. Snippets. It’s the only way I can do it and get away with it. The end result has to have the suggestion of what you are doing, without the reality. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I’ve seen the show. I know how you do it.”
“It’ll be the same. In reality, we’ll show a quick back view of your lovely tush or chest and abdomen, and then you’ll all be in bed.”
“In bed…” Mark opened his hands as if to ask, “Then what?”
“In bed…” Charlotte’s eyes grew wicked, “doing the dirty.”
“Scripted?” Mark asked. “Do I have to learn some choreographed number?”
Keith cracked up. “Yes, Mark. Step one; put your dick in Carl’s bottom. Step two; jerk me off.”
“All right, Keith,” Charlotte scolded. “No, Mark. With my sex scenes I try and let go. The actors know what I need and they take it from there. If I feel something is lacking I’ll say so.”
“So,” Mark began, “they undress me. We all climb into bed. And we do what we feel like doing under the sheets? On camera?”
“Pretty much.”
“Flamin’ hell!”
“Want to be tied up?” Keith divulged.
Carl elbowed him. “Behave. This is hard enough for him.”
“Will you do it?” Charlotte reached out to Mark’s trembling hand.
As Mark chewed his lip in consideration, Keith moved to stand behind him and pulled his long hair back into a ponytail. He bent down to Mark’s ear. “You get paid for playing with us in bed.”
“On camera. I’ll be in bed with two men on camera.”
“That’s what a threesome is, Mark,” Keith reminded him.
“Yes, I know. I am aware of what I would be getting into. Will this be broadcast in the UK?”
Charlotte released Mark’s hand. “It may get there eventually. Take a minute to digest it. Meanwhile, boys, we have to get a camera and dress rehearsal done. With or without the delectable, Mr. Richfield.”
She left, giving them some time to discuss it. Carl sat in Charlotte’s chair and ran his hands up both of Mark’s long legs over his dress slacks. “What do you think, Mark?”
“I want to. Make no mistake. I’m just nervous.”
Keith ran his fingers through Mark’s silky hair, holding it in his fist, then shaking it out to fall onto Mark’s shoulders and down his back. “We’ll be with you to help you. Don’t worry.”
“Do you have family in the UK?” Carl asked, continuing to caress Mark’s thighs.
“Yes. After the wedding fiasco with Sharon, my mum is staying in Hertfordshire with her family for the time being.”
“Wedding fiasco?” Keith enquired.
“I told you I’m a horrible mess. You simply won’t believe me.”
“Forget that,” Carl interrupted. “We have to make a decision here. Both Keith and I have to get going on a camera rehearsal.”
“Yes. Right.” Mark nodded in agreement. “I can’t waiver. I came here to do it. And I shall.”
Keith embraced him from behind. “I adore you.”
“Likewise.” Mark hugged Keith’s arms tightly.
~
The crew was waiting impatiently. Charlotte turned around as they approached.
Carl released Mark’s elbow, which he had been holding as they walked back to the set.
Mark smiled at Charlotte. “When do we start, boss?”
Her face lit up with fire. “You are fantastic! Okay, go get into costume, boys. Mr. Richfield already looks like a million bucks. Just take him to Ken for some touch ups and a good hair brushing.”
“This way.” Keith escorted Mark to the make-up area. “Ken?”
Ken spun around and his eyes grew wide.
“This is Mark. Charlotte wants you to get him ready for one of our scenes.”
“My pleasure! Have a seat, Mark.”
“See you in a minute.” Carl waved at Mark and headed to wardrobe with Keith. “Do you believe this?”
“No.” Keith started laughing.
“Hey, boys.” Melvin pointed to the racks with their clothing already selected.
“Hello, Mel,” Carl greeted him, changing into his character’s clothing.
“Hey, Mel,” Keith whispered conspiratorially.
“Yes?”
“Go check out the guy in make-up.”
“Why?”
“Just go.”
Melvin gave them each a strange look and left.
After he slipped on a pair of slacks, Carl zipped his fly. “What are you going to do to Mark once he’s naked and in that bed?”
“Molest him?” Keith laughed, slipping on his leather shoes.
“No. Be nice.”
“Carl, I won’t be bad. I’m just kidding.” Keith tucked in his cotton shirt. “I know how Mark feels. He’s going to be petrified.”
“Yes. He will be. We need to treat him very gently.”
“I will. I was just joking.” Keith turned around when he heard someone behind him. Smiling when he found Melvin fanning himself, he asked, “Well?”
“Who the hell is that?” Mel gaped.
“Our new sex partner in a threesome,” Keith chuckled.
“You two are so lucky.” Melvin fixed Carl’s collar for him.
“You have no idea,” Carl sighed.
When they returned to the set, Mark was waiting for them. Keith had never seen Mark look so handsome. His dark Perry Ellis business suit was tailor made for him. His crisp white shirt and dark tie made him seem to be a millionaire playboy. His long dark hair shimmered in the spotlights and his light green eyes appeared cat-like. He seemed calmer as if he had some time to reflect.
Keith reached for Mark’s hand. “How are you doing?”
“Good. Better.” Mark squeezed his fingers tightly.
Charlotte’s commanding voice boomed loudly. “Okay! Start outside the door and come in. Keith, Carl, say your dialogue and get stripping as you urge Adonis here to the bedroom. I’d love it in one take, but if you can’t get us through the living room and into the bedroom I’ll be happy with the first half as one scene and we’ll do another take.”
Keith directed Mark just outside the model home’s door.
“What do I say?” Mark whispered.
“Just moan and whimper a lot. If Charlotte wants you to have an actual line, she’ll tell you.” Carl caressed Mark’s back warmly.
“Or,” Keith suggested, “say what you feel. It usually works for us. We do occasionally adlib and Charlotte never cuts it from the scene.”
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“Yes. Right.” Mark seemed to be concentrating.
“Okay. Let’s go!” Charlotte roared.
“Three-way scene. Camera rehearsal. Take one!”
Carl opened the door and held Mark’s hand as he entered the living room set. “I cannot wait to get you into bed.”
Keith immediately began unraveling Mark’s necktie. “Troy, I am really looking forward to this.”
“Believe me, Dennis, not as much as I am.” Carl removed Mark’s suit jacket. “You beautiful creature,” he purred, tossing the jacket on a chair.
Mark moaned softly, opening his arms as Keith unfastened Mark’s cufflink. Carl reached for the other wrist, doing the same after he unbuttoned the front. Mark’s shirt slid off soundlessly and the sight of Mark’s ripped torso put Keith into heat. The memories of making love to him and Steve ran through his brain like a favorite erotic film.
Carl kept edging them towards the bedroom where he and Keith knew Charlotte wanted them sooner rather than later.
Once they were beside the bed, Keith kept being drawn to stripping Mark when he knew he and Carl had to get naked as well. But removing Mark’s clothing had become of paramount importance. Keith knelt down to slip off Mark’s shoes and socks. He peered up at Mark to check and see how he was holding out. Mark’s eyes were closed and his body seemed relaxed. Keith wondered if Mark was transporting himself back to their condo last night.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, Troy,” Keith puffed out his line, growing very excited as an eager Carl unzipped Mark’s slacks.
“None of us have.” Carl parted the fine fabric of Mark’s trousers and they dropped in a heap on the floor. Keith choked in shock, remembering Mark’s penchant for going commando. Having no idea they’d strip him down to nothing that quickly, Keith heard a collective gasp from behind the camera and cupped Mark’s cock to shield him. As if Carl realized their faux pas as well, he reached for Mark in the same way. Keith wrapped around Mark to cover him up, kissing his neck as he waited for Carl to get undressed in order to get Mark under the covers.
“Come here, gorgeous.” Carl was finally naked and reached out for Mark.
Releasing Mark, watching him closely, Keith undressed as Carl brought the blankets up to cover Mark’s lower half. It was something Keith hadn’t expected to feel, guilt. He liked Mark too much to see him exploited. Suddenly, this little tryst left a bad taste in Keith’s mouth.
After Keith kicked off his clothing, he joined the men in bed. Hugging Mark close, more for reassurance than sex, Keith kissed his cheek and neck affectionately as Carl mirrored him in his actions.
Mark finally opened his eyes, tilting towards Keith. Mark reached for him, cupping his head and kissing him. Keith moaned in delirium at the tenderness. Parting from his kiss, Mark turned to Carl, doing the same for him.
Keith felt so much remorse washing through him, he tightened his hold on Mark and buried his face in Mark’s hair, struggling with an emotional wave that threatened.
“Cut!”
Carl muttered, “Oh, thank fuck,” and lay back on the mattress to catch his breath.
Leaning up to see Mark’s face, Keith gripped his angular jaw and cried, “I am so sorry we did this to you.”
“What?” Mark appeared completely confused.
“Forgive us.” Hot tears rolled down Keith’s face.
The woman with the sheet held up to hide them stood by, waiting for them to get dressed.
“Keith, what do you think you did to me?” Mark brushed away the teardrops.
“Used you. Exploited your beauty.”
“Silly man.” Mark smiled. “I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to. You act as though you tricked me.”
“I feel like I did.” Keith kept sobbing, the shame tearing him up. Behind Mark, Carl rolled to his side to cuddle, listening in.
“No. Keith. No. Please. Don’t upset yourself. Yes, I am nervous. But I do want to do this.”
“Mark,” Keith whimpered, hugging him tight while Carl caressed Keith’s hair.
“Everything all right in there?” Charlotte asked through the blind.
“Give us a moment,” Carl shouted.
Feeling Mark’s gentle kisses on his face, Keith knew some of his thoughts and actions regarding this man were not pure and wholesome. And he was filled with self-reproach.
“Forgive me.”
Mark stroked Keith’s hair back from his forehead. “What am I forgiving you for? I had two extraordinary nights with the two of you, and now you have me guest starring in the best damn cable drama on television.”
“Naked.” Keith tried to laugh but it came out a sob.
“Keith, love,” Mark tried to get his attention, “you are not the first to become ‘enamored’ with my body. And I am not offended that you found it so compelling you wanted to keep enjoying it.”
“Mark, at first I just thought of using you. I imagined you as some plaything. I am so sorry I ever felt that way. You aren’t that way. You’re sweet and kind. And I really feel like a jerk for ever thinking of you as anything else.”
“Hello?” Charlotte exclaimed. “Show to do? Dress rehearsal?”
“Hang on, Charlotte, please!” Carl admonished.
“Don’t be silly.” Mark kissed Keith’s wet cheek. “You didn’t make me feel that way in the least. I felt adored, admired, flattered. You and Carl are the loveliest men. You think it was terrible for me to have made love to you?” Mark pecked Keith’s lips again. “And the way you brought Steve in so I didn’t have such horrible remorse over it was a stroke of brilliance. I don’t feel as if I betrayed him any longer. That ate me alive, Keith. I love Steve with all my heart, and the thought that I had done something to hurt him was consuming me with shame. But you brought him into the act. And the guilty conscience I had vanished.”
“Guys! Come on!” Charlotte yelled.
“Steve is a lucky, lucky guy,” Keith confided.
“No. He’s got his hands full with me. I would never call Steve lucky.”
Keith climbed out of the bed and found his briefs. “You are very wrong, Mr. Richfield.”
Charlotte poked her head behind the sheet. “This poor girl’s arms are going numb. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, Charlotte.” Carl kept dressing.
Seeing Keith’s tears suddenly, Charlotte hurried to talk to him. “Keith?”
“I’m fine. Sorry for the delay.”
She looked behind her at Mark and Carl dressing, gripped Keith’s arm, and drew him aside. “What happened?”
Taking a quick peek back at the other men, Keith whispered, “I just started to feel like we were using Mark unfairly.”
“Why? Is he upset? What did he say?”
“No. He’s fine. It’s my own fault. I was treating him like an object and it was wrong.”
A soft smile washed over Charlotte’s expression. “Beauty is always objectified, Keith. Women have dealt with that for decades.”
“It doesn’t make it right.”
“No. I agree. And if what we did made Mark uncomfortable in any way, we’d stop.”
“He’s okay. It’s me, not him.”
“You are sweet to think of him that way.”
Keith didn’t agree with that statement, knowing how much he wanted to turn Mark into a submissive sex slave.
“Wash your face and go see Ken for your eyes.”
“Sorry, Charlotte.”
“No problem. Scoot.” She nudged him.
~
Carl waited as Keith disappeared and Charlotte returned. “Is Keith okay?”
“He’s fine. I just need his face fixed. Okay.” She grinned at Mark as he tied his necktie. “You need a line. Though you look scrumptious just standing there, it seems unnatural for you to not say a word.”
“What should I say?” Mark tightened the knot under his chin.
Reaching up to assist, Charlotte straightened it for him. “Tell them how much you have always wanted
to do it as well. Perhaps after Carl says ‘You beautiful creature’, you say ‘You don’t know how long I’ve waited to make love to two men.’ Something like that.”
“All right.” Mark smiled.
Charlotte cupped his face and shouted, “Gorgeous! Gorgeous!” in excitement as she rushed off the set.
“She’s a little dynamo,” Mark whispered to Carl.
“A little pervo more like it.” Carl shook his head.
Seeing Keith returning, Carl hurried over to him. “You okay, babe?”
“Yes. How’s Mark?”
Hearing him, Mark replied softly. “I’m fine. Better now that I know what to expect.”
