by GA Hauser
“Am I doing that?” Carl licked his fingers and drank more champagne.
“Yes. I don’t want to talk about Patty. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Feed me a shrimp.”
“Why? Your hands broken?”
“I just want you to.”
Slouching back in the chair, Carl tilted his head at Keith quizzically. “I don’t know what you want. You confuse me.”
“I want you to feed me a shrimp. Why is that confusing?”
Carl dipped one of the jumbo shrimp into the red sauce, and held it up. When Keith went to bite it, Carl drew it back mischievously. They played that game for a few minutes until Keith grabbed Carl’s wrist and held it in place.
As he opened his mouth and pulled Carl’s hand closer, Keith gazed at Carl’s green eyes. Carl’s concentration was on Keith’s lips. Keith met Carl’s fingers as he held the tail, and bit down, brushing his mouth over his sticky hand.
“You fucking cock tease,” Carl’s deep voice rumbled.
Keith smiled wickedly, chewing his food.
Taking his glass from the table, Carl reclined back on the chair, sipping it and staring at Keith as he did.
~
After consuming too much gourmet food and booze, they relocated to the living room to rehearse their lines. Carl was angry at himself because he still needed to use the script while Keith seemed to have it down pat.
“Wait…where was it again?” Carl searched the paperwork he was holding.
“You come in after I say, ‘That woman set the whole thing up. She’s notorious for blackmailing men, detective, and she can be trapped given the right opportunity’.”
“Yes. I see it.” Carl lowered the page and closed his eyes, fighting his urge to peek back at the lines.
“Let me wear a wire. Please. This never has to go to trial if I just have a chance to meet with her.” Keith added, “The next line is Brian’s. He says, ‘It’s not worth the risk’.”
“Jesus! Did you memorize the whole thing?” Carl gaped at him as Keith sat on the couch while he paced nervously.
“No. Just my scenes.”
“Right. My line is…” Carl searched the paperwork.
“I don’t want to take a chance with my lover. That woman is insane.”
Carl gave Keith a leering glance. “I can’t believe you even learned my lines.”
“They are my cue.”
Carl hid the paper behind his back. “I don’t want to take a chance with my lover. That woman is insane.”
“Please. It’s my only chance at clearing my name.” Keith added, “Brian says, ‘Is it so bad to be branded a homosexual?’.”
Carl struggled to remember his next line. “I love him too much to put him through it, detective.”
“Good!”
“Shut up,” Carl chided. “You’re distracting me.”
“It’s almost show time.”
“Is it?” Carl asked in surprise checking the clock. “You’re right.” He dropped the script and found the remote control.
“Are you recording it?”
“Yes. I have the whole first series.” Carl sat down next to Keith on the couch, pointing the remote at the television. “Want more champagne?”
“No. I’m already toast.”
Carl glanced at him quickly, wondering why he couldn’t tell he was tipsy. Muting the advertisements, Carl tucked one of his feet under himself and rested his arm on the back of the couch behind Keith.
“It’s on.”
Carl turned on the sound and hit record. The opening music began with the credits.
“There’s my name!” Keith shouted, waving his arms in excitement.
Carl wanted to hug him he was so delighted.
Within the first few minutes of the show, their scene began. Carl heard his first lines of the new series with his handsome blond co-star.
“Dennis, Barry told me you’re in trouble.”
“I am. I’m sunk. My brother has been singing your praises. He said you’re the best lawyer in the city.”
“He’s right.”
“Can you help me?”
Carl felt his skin cover with goose bumps. Looking at the two of them together on the television, knowing how hot their love scenes got, Carl felt as if he were holding his breath.
“I think I can,” Carl’s character crooned.
“I’m serious, Troy. If you can’t make this problem go away, I don’t know what I will do.”
“You just let me handle it. I owe it to Xavier to get you off the hook.”
“Thanks, Troy. I mean that. I don’t have too much money…”
“You don’t worry about money, Dennis. We’ll work something out.”
As the scene broke and a commercial break intruded, Carl muted the sound and couldn’t get over what they looked like together.
Peering over at Keith, staring at his profile while he sat still watching the dull advertisement, Carl had the urge to rest his hand on Keith’s leg, but didn’t.
~
Keith couldn’t believe he was seeing himself on TV. It was as if it had to be someone else, and not him, saying those lines. It was absolutely the most mind-blowing experience he’d ever had. He, Keith O’Leary, was a star. A star on television! Wow.
“You okay?”
Beaming at Carl, Keith replied, “I’m more than okay. This is unbelievable.”
“That’s you, babe.” Carl pointed to the television. “That’s you on the TV being broadcast from coast to coast.”
“I know! Shh. It’s back on.”
An hour later, Carl shut off the video recorder and sat back as scenes from next week played quickly. A tiny blip of them hugging and kissing was spliced into a montage of clips from the next episode.
Keith felt his heart racing at the excitement he felt. When Carl held out his hand to him, Keith took it.
“Well done. You were fantastic.”
“Thanks, Carl. I owe it all to you. Honest. Without your support I’d have lost it.”
Smiling warmly, Carl opened his arms.
Keith reached for that hug. Wrapping around him, inhaling him deeply into his lungs, Keith squeezed him tight. “Thank you.”
“You are very welcome.” Carl rubbed his back lightly, comforting.
Keith closed his eyes and pressed his chest against Carl’s. The scent of Carl’s aftershave and skin were intoxicating. Moving his hand to the nape of Carl’s neck, Keith brushed his lips along the curve of Carl’s rough jaw. Very slowly, Keith licked him.
He felt Carl tense up.
Keith had been imagining it all night, touching him, tasting him, but didn’t find the courage. Watching them act together on the set, feeling Carl’s arms around him, the champagne making him heady and light, Keith couldn’t stop himself.
Running his tongue up Carl’s throat to his ear, across his cheek, drawing a wet line to his lips, Keith connected to Carl’s mouth finally. Thank fuck!
Carl responded, cupping the back of Keith’s head, digging through his hair. As Carl slipped his tongue into Keith’s mouth, the phone rang. Keith imagined it was Carl’s friends calling about the show. Carl never made a move to answer it. What he did was push Keith back on the couch and press his hot, hard body against him.
Lying helpless under this fantastic man’s weight, feeling Carl’s stiff cock grinding on his, Keith wanted to weep he was so relieved. Lavishing in the dancing of their tongues, feeling so much love and respect for Carl, Keith whimpered in longing and knew he would never get enough of him.
Panting, Carl sat back to see Keith’s face.
Keith touched Carl’s skin with his index finger, tracing his features delicately, wanting him, needing him.
“Keith?” Carl swallowed audibly.
“Yes?” Keith answered in a dreamy lovesick way.
“What exactly does this mean?”
“It means I want you.”
“Want me to do what?”
“Do what you want.”
“To you?” Carl’s voice sounded painful as he forced out words. “Do what I want?”
“Yes…” Keith pushed his hips up against Carl’s.
“Please don’t fuck with me, Keith, I can’t take it.”
Seeing the agony in Carl’s sea green eyes, Keith cupped his jaw. “We need to be discreet. Only in private.”
“Yes.” Carl gulped the air as he struggled to control his breathing.
“No more kissing and playing in public or on the set.”
“Yes. I know.”
Keith spread his legs wider, smiling in invitation.
“Oh, Christ! I don’t know where to start!” Carl choked with a sobbing laugh.
Keith began opening the buttons of Carl’s shirt.
The moment Keith opened it, Carl shrugged it off. As Keith ran his palms up Carl’s rippling muscles, Carl grabbed his right hand and kissed it, sucking each finger into his mouth to savor.
Feeling the velvety, wet heat of Carl’s mouth giving each digit amazing head, Keith felt the swoon of pleasure washing over him in earnest. “Holy Christ, Carl…”
Carl focused on Keith’s middle finger, sucking it deep into his mouth, running his tongue around it.
Keith was so hard he was in agony and needed to release his cock from the tight spot in his jeans.
Removing Keith’s finger from his mouth, Carl dried it tenderly in his hand and dropped back down to Keith’s lips again.
While they kissed, Keith reached down Carl’s tightly packed abdomen to the top of his jeans. Pushing the button through the hole, Keith parted the denim. Moving to the zipper, Keith dragged it down. Once he had Carl’s jeans open, Keith slid his hand down his pelvis and into his briefs.
Carl let out a tantalizing moan of pleasure as Keith’s hand came closer to his hardened cock.
Wanting to kiss but losing his breath from the excitement, Keith parted from Carl’s lips and gasped for air. He hadn’t touched Carl’s cock yet, but just the feel of the hot, smooth skin of Carl’s pelvis was driving him insane.
Carl pushed Keith’s shirt up his torso, reaching under the material to cup Keith’s chest, massaging his nipples.
A rush of lightning raced over Keith’s body to his cock.
“Come to the bedroom.” Carl slid off of Keith, reaching out his hand. The phone rang again. As Carl escorted Keith to the bedroom, he yanked the plug from the wall.
Standing in the dim, cool room, Keith couldn’t stop panting. Carl, in only his open denim jeans, the hair on his lower abdomen dark and alluring, Keith felt his throat go dry at the attraction. It was so strong, Keith couldn’t remember ever feeling this turned on before.
Meeting him in the middle of the room, Carl held the material of Keith’s shirt and raised it up over his head. Keith’s arms stretched to the ceiling and the shirt slipped off his body. Carl dropped it and went for Keith’s zipper.
Staring down at his hands as he did, Keith was borderline hyperventilating again. No one was going to shout “cut” and end the scene. This was it.
~
Carl had to get him naked. He’d seen this man without clothing and knew how spectacular he was. Never expecting to be in his bedroom, undressing Keith O’Leary for real, Carl was high on the possibility of them actually having a relationship outside of work. He craved him, adored him, and was so sexually attracted to him it was making him lose sleep.
With his fingers in both Keith’s briefs and jeans, Carl lowered Keith’s clothing down his thighs. Instantly his engorged cock emerged and stood stiff and high.
“Oh, Keith…” Carl helped Keith step out of his clothes. Once Keith was completely naked, Carl sat back on his heels to take in the sight of him. “You are so fucking amazing.”
“Carl…”
The cry was soft and nervous. Carl stood, wrapping around Keith to comfort him. Kissing his hair, he whispered, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know.”
Carl cupped his face and kissed him again. As he did, he felt Keith’s hands digging into his jeans, trying to lower them. Parting from his mouth, Carl took everything off his body and returned for more kisses.
Their naked lengths sealed together, swaying in a soft dance, Carl was in heaven. Gently, and with great care, they touched each other. Carl ran his hands down the silky skin of Keith’s sides to his hips, as Keith cupped Carl’s bottom pressing him from behind to connect their crotches.
After a long period of light, tickling caressing, Carl drew Keith to his bed. They lay side by side, continuing to touch, neither going towards the other’s cock. Not yet.
Interspersed with their comforting stroking were kisses. Loving, soft, tingling kisses. Carl brushed Keith’s hair back from his forehead, feeling his heat and dewy sweat. “Oh, babe. I’m in heaven.”
“You feel really good, Carl.” Keith smoothed his hand over Carl’s chest.
“What do you want to do?” Carl whispered, kissing him after.
“Make love to you.”
“Like in sex?”
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
“I want you to.” Carl trapped Keith’s jaw in his hands and kissed him again, slowly, making Keith moan in yearning.
“Do you have anything? You know. A rubber?” Keith asked sheepishly.
“I do.” Carl wrapped around him again, rubbing his cock against Keith’s leg.
“Or…do you want to do something else? Like ease into it?”
Carl parted from their embrace to see Keith’s eyes. “Up to you.”
Keith moved Carl back to look down at him.
As Carl held his breath, Keith finally made a move to touch him where he wanted to be touched. While Keith appeared to be psyching himself up for the task, Carl pressed his hips forward into Keith’s hand.
~
Keith couldn’t believe he was touching Carl’s dick. Watching Carl encourage him, pressing against his palm, Keith thought it felt very strange. It was as hard as his own, but seemed foreign, completely out of his comfort zone. He had to keep checking Carl’s face, not only making sure Carl was okay with what they were doing, but to keep reminding himself that this was Carl. The man he was madly in love with. It was just so damn odd to touch a dick that wasn’t his.
“That feels nice, Keith.”
“Does it?”
“Yes.”
Carl rested his head on his arm, lying on his side.
Growing slightly more confident, Keith wrapped his fingers around it. It throbbed in his hand. “You have a really big dick, Carl.”
“Do I? I don’t know what to compare it to.”
“To me.” Keith laughed.
“Bullshit.”
“I can’t believe I’m stroking another guy’s dick.”
“Do you hate it?”
“No. I don’t hate it. I’m just not used to it.”
“Can I touch yours?”
“Yes. I’ve been wondering why you haven’t. I thought maybe the idea grossed you out.”
“No. Not in the least. I just know neither of us has ever tried anything like this. I didn’t want to overstep your limits.”
“Maybe I was too bold to think I could just screw you.” Keith watched as Carl’s hand lowered to his cock. The minute it made contact he hissed with the shiver that raced up his spine. “Wow.”
“It feels so nice.” Carl explored Keith’s dick slowly. “I get the oddest sensation that my touching your cock should make me come.”
“I know. Like you can’t feel your own fingers, and you’re touching it anyway.”
“Something like that.”
“But it’s not like that. You touching my dick feels so much better than me jacking off. I’m fucking going nuts.” Keith watched as a sticky drop dragged across Carl’s knuckles.
“Do you like this?” Carl pressed his thumb into Keith’s slit.
“Oh, Jesus. I know where to touch you and you know where to touch me.” Keith did the move to Carl. A sl
ippery drop oozed out under his thumb. He looked at Carl’s face, his expression was pure passion.
Keith shimmied closer, keeping a tight grip on Carl’s cock. “Let me fuck you. Please.”
“I already said yes.” Carl kissed him, using his tongue to trace across Keith’s mouth.
“Get the rubber.”
Carl pecked his lips and rolled off the bed. As he went, Keith pumped his own cock as he watched him walking around naked. If he kept it up, he’d come. He was ready to spurt from Carl’s tender touch.
Carl returned with a rubber and a brand new tube of lubrication. After he rejoined Keith on the bed, Keith picked up the box. “You keep this handy around the house?”
“I bought it after we had our first love scene. So? You mad now?”
“No. Why should I be?” Keith urged Carl back on the bed and lay on top of him, pushing his knees to spread Carl’s legs.
“Because I was hoping this would happen?” Carl caressed Keith’s face.
“Then you are gay?”
“I suppose that’s a moot point with a man shoving his dick against my back door.” Carl laughed.