by GA Hauser
Keith didn’t like that idea one bit.
“Is that what you want?” Carl asked.
“No.” Keith breathed tiredly. “I don’t want us to avoid each other. I know myself. I’d obsess over it.”
“Would you?” Carl appeared amused, combing his fingers through Keith’s hair lovingly.
“Yes.” Keith connected to those green eyes, the gold ring around them glittering like a jewel.
“Then I don’t know any other option, babe.” Carl pecked his lips. “We hide our love. Simple as that.”
“Simple?” Keith choked sarcastically.
“It could be. You and I are actors in the same show. We need to see each other, to rehearse, to learn our lines…so? We won’t hold hands in public, won’t kiss where a photographer could shoot it, and we try to continue pretending to be only just good friends. What’s so hard about that? Aren’t we trained pretenders?”
That made Keith laugh. “The great pretenders.”
“Yes. Keith, we are not the first, nor will we be the last male actors to do this. We shouldn’t be behaving as if we’re writing the book or setting some precedent.”
“I know. You’re right.” Keith fears slowly subsided.
“Let’s just play the stupid game, Keith. Deny, deny, deny…”
“You sound like Adam Lewis.”
“Oh? Did you have a discussion with him about us?”
Seeing Carl’s impish grin, Keith felt his cheeks blush. “None of your business.”
Carl peeked at the clock. “We have to get going, babe. Shower, and a quick cup of coffee. Do you have to stop home?”
“I should. I don’t have a change of clothing.”
“Want to borrow mine?”
“Gee, that won’t look obvious.” Keith rolled his eyes.
“Who the hell knows what shirts I own? Give me a break.”
“You’re bigger than I am!”
Carl pecked his lips. “Shower. Come on.”
Keith reluctantly separated from Carl’s body. Following him to the bathroom, he waited his turn as Carl relieved himself in the toilet. As Keith urinated, trying not to care that Carl was in the room, Keith peeked into the mirror to see him busy starting the water in the shower.
“I have a new toothbrush.” Carl opened a drawer and removed one still in its package. “Help yourself.”
“Thanks.” Keith gave his dick a shake and found Carl had watched that action. Trying not to blush, knowing he was slightly shy about certain things, even with women, Keith leaned over the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth. While he did, Carl climbed into the shower.
His mouth rinsed, Keith leaned back on the sink to wait. After a minute Carl shouted, “Aren’t you coming in?”
“With you?”
“Yes! Get in here!”
Keith pushed back the door. Seeing Carl’s crotch soapy and his dick standing straight up, Keith hurried in excitedly. “I thought we didn’t have time.”
“Save time. Shower with a friend.”
“You sound like a bumper sticker.” Keith stood under the crashing water. When Carl’s hands began washing his genitals, Keith choked in surprise. “Jesus, Carl! That’s not helping our close time frame very much.”
“But it feels so nice.” Carl slithered his fingers all over Keith’s growing anatomy.
A swoon washed over Keith suddenly. He reached out to the wall and door and braced himself. Looking down, seeing Carl’s hands massaging him with so much confidence and care, Keith’s teeth ground in longing.
When one finger pushed its soapy way up his ass, Keith’s breath caught in his throat and he jerked his hips forward in reflex. Clenching his jaw, his eyes sealed tight, Keith couldn’t believe the pleasure rushing to his groin. “Oh, Christ, Carl…”
“Come for me, handsome.”
Losing the feeling in his legs, with the water pelting his back, Keith gripped the handle on the shower door and almost passed out from the power of the orgasm. His deep, grunting whimper echoing off the wet tiles, Keith shot his load and struggled to open his eyes and function after.
“Do me. Come on. Quickly.”
Shaking his head, trying to clear his foggy brain, Keith gazed down and found Carl stroking his own soapy, hard cock. Pushing his frightening doubts and trepidation to the back of his mind, he reached for Carl’s dick as Carl released it and held onto the door and wall.
Sliding that length through his fingers and palm, Keith was still trying to get used to touching someone else’s penis. How long would it feel odd? Would he eventually find this natural?
“Faster, come on,” Carl urged.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Keith fisted Carl more aggressively. As Carl’s posture reacted and he thrust his hips out and tensed his muscles, Keith traced his gaze from Carl’s face, erupting in pleasure, to his wet chest, hard nipples, soapy pubic hair and large engorged cock.
A choking grunt squeezed out of Carl’s throat. His come spattered Keith’s body, surprising him, because he didn’t expect to get hit.
“Oh, babe…that was fantastic.”
Rinsing off, finishing up quickly, Keith was hard again and wondered why, if this was so strange, did it turned him on so much?
~
After a quick sip of coffee Keith was racing over the roads to his apartment. Knowing the time was running short, he took the stairs two by two and opened his door quickly. Dashing to his room for clothing, he slowed down when he found Patty asleep in their bed. Tiptoeing, he removed clean underwear and a shirt from the drawer, left the room and changed in the living room. After tossing his dirty clothing into the hamper, he grabbed the script and his keys and was about to head out when he heard his name.
“Keith.”
He spun around to see Patty’s drowsy gaze.
“I’m incredibly late.”
“Where did you sleep?”
“At Carl’s. He had a big get together and I was too drunk to drive home.” Why was the lying coming so easily?
“Your mom and dad called.”
“Oh?”
“They wanted to congratulate you.”
“Did they say anything…about…”
“No.”
“I’ll talk to you later. I really have to go.”
“Okay.”
He waved, racing out the door and back to his car. As he went he turned on his mobile phone and stuck it to his ear. His parents had left a message on it as well. It was light and sweet. No bad tone about the fact he was playing a gay man.
Keith shut it off, hurrying to get to the studio.
~
Carl checked his watch as the crew set up for the next episode’s scenes. Sitting comfortably, Carl had the script on his lap but was staring through it, not reading it. Replaying the night over in his head, he was feeling a mixture of anxiety and fear. What would it be like now to have kissing and love scenes with Keith? Easier or harder now that they’d had intercourse?
Well, if Charlotte wants passion she’ll certainly get it.
How would it appear to the rest of the cast and crew? Would they see the difference? Or had Keith and he already acted like they were attracted and it would appear the same? Carl didn’t know what would be given away. How did you stop the loving glances? The adoring smiles? Those things were automatic when you’re crazy about a person. And Charlotte was so damn smart, so perceptive…
Carl tapped his finger to his lips unconsciously as his thoughts grew deeper and his memories of Keith’s body on his made his skin cover with chills.
“Carl?”
Jerking his head up to Charlotte as if she had been reading his mind and he was already guilty as charged, Carl replied, “Yes?”
“You have any idea what’s keeping Keith?”
“I’m sure he’ll be here at any moment. He’s very conscientious.”
“Did you guys watch the premiere together?”
There it was. Instantly Carl had to analyze what the answer would mean to Charlotte. He an
d Keith were co-stars and friends. It would seem perfectly natural for them to have been together last night. Why on earth was he reluctant to tell her they were?
“Hello?” She laughed, waving her hand in front of his face as his stare became lost.
“Sorry I’m late!” Keith rushed over, huffing from his run.
“Late night?” Charlotte asked with a wry smile on her lips.
Keith met Carl’s eyes, as if checking to see what he should say.
Rubbing his jaw in anxiety, Carl had a bad feeling that this charade would crumble very quickly.
“Uh. No. Just overslept.” Keith ran his hand through his hair nervously.
“Let’s get moving,” Charlotte ordered, pointing to the wardrobe area. “Change. Get ready.”
Carl stood, touching Keith lightly on his shoulder to prod him in the right direction. Once they were walking, Carl looked back to see Charlotte staring after them for a minute before she got busy.
“Everything all right? Carl asked quietly as he began changing clothing.
“Yes. My parents called last night. Patty said they didn’t mention anything in particular about my role to her.”
Nodding, Carl didn’t want to continue the conversation with Melvin listening.
Dressed in their characters’ clothing, they returned to the set and found two of their co-stars finishing up their scene. Carl stood back, watching them. Cheryl and Omar were sucking face, pawing at each other while Charlotte chewed on the end of a pen and scrutinized their every action.
Feeling Keith lean against him, Carl peered over at him. Keith was smiling affectionately at him. Carl couldn’t prevent smiling back.
“You smell good,” Keith whispered.
Knowing they were filming, Carl bit his lip on his chuckle.
“Cut!”
Carl exhaled a deep breath. The heavy petting on the set was very arousing. Charlotte certainly knew how to tantalize her audience.
“Are they a couple outside work?” Keith asked, still whispering softly.
“No. She’s got a boyfriend from a daytime soap and Omar’s single.”
“When is he making that movie he’s been cast in?”
“I think this summer, when we break for the season.”
“He’s so lucky.”
Carl faced Keith who was staring at Omar as he listened to Charlotte’s instruction. “You’ll get there. Stop worrying.”
“I hope so.”
Carl had an overwhelming urge to kiss his cheek. It was murder not doing it.
“Where are my boys?” Charlotte roared.
“That’s us.” Keith hurried to meet her.
“Okay, my darlings…you ready for your scene?”
Carl noticed Brian getting his face powdered quickly.
“Yes, ma’am,” Keith replied enthusiastically.
“This one’s just a quickie. A few lines to set up the next scene.” Charlotte looked back at Brian. “You ready?”
He rushed over. “Yes.”
Giving him a quick once over, Carl thought Brian was very handsome, perfectly cast as the police detective for the scene. When he broke his gaze he found Keith eying him suspiciously. “What?” Carl asked him.
Both Charlotte and Brian looked at Keith.
“I didn’t say anything!” Keith threw up his hands, shooting Carl an annoyed glare.
“Okay. Go to in your places.” Charlotte backed out of the scene.
Buttoning the jacket of his suit, Carl tried to get in character and not let everything that was on his mind distract him, which proved harder than he thought.
After a silent moment to allow them to concentrate, someone shouted, “Detective scene. Take one. Action!”
Keith began, “That woman set the whole thing up. She’s notorious for blackmailing men, detective. And she can be trapped given the right opportunity. Let me wear a wire. Please. This never has to go to trial if I just have a chance to meet with her.”
“It’s not worth the risk,” Brian said.
Wrapping his arm around Keith, Carl replied, “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 ran his hand through his hair anxiously.
Brian paused, backing up as if looking at them as a pair. “Is it that bad to be branded a homosexual?”
“I love him too much to put him through it, detective.” Carl met Keith’s eyes and tried not to smile at his innocent expression.
“Let me get her to confess, please,” Keith urged.
“All right. Let me talk to my superiors about it first. I’ll get back to you.”
“Thank you, detective.” Keith shook Brian’s hand and both he and Carl waited as he walked off the set.
After he had, Carl turned Keith to face him. “You are not to be placed in harm’s way. I refuse to let you meet with that woman.”
Keith’s lips curled into a passionate smile. “I do love you for that.”
Carl cupped his face and felt his eyes watering from the passion he really felt for Keith. He had to fight back the desire to gush out his lines like a moron in love. “If anything happens to you, I’ll be devastated.”
“It won’t. Don’t worry.”
Carl wrapped around him and drew Keith’s body to press against his. Opening his lips, Carl connected with Keith’s mouth, and the kiss consumed him it communicated so much emotion.
Keith let out a lovely little whimper of yearning that sent Carl’s cock upward.
“Cut!”
Gently parting from Keith’s lips, Carl gave him his warmest glance. He forced himself to shake off the sensation of holding his true lover and get back to pretending he was acting.
“Nicely done, boys. Okay, next… Where’s Betty?”
Carl walked off the set and tried to compose himself. Would each scene with Keith now set him off on an emotional tailspin?
~
Keith was still smiling. During their kiss he felt Carl’s cock go rigid. How cool was that?
Pouring himself a glass of juice from the refreshment table, Keith sipped it, staring at him contentedly. When Carl caught his gaze, Keith smiled in excitement.
As if he were suddenly bashful, Carl lowered his lashes and walked over. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Keith crooned.
“That was so nice.”
“Oh, yes. I hate it when she yells cut.”
“Uh, what was with the dirty look earlier?”
“Dirty look?” Keith narrowed his eyes.
“Yes.”
“Oh. I just thought the way you stared at Brian was a little strong. Are you attracted to him?”
“Jealous already?” Carl teased.
That surprised Keith. “No. Should I be?”
“You really are confusing me.” Carl looked back at the scene being played out a few yards from where they stood.
“I don’t mean to. I’m just so new at all this. I mean, are gay couples exclusive?”
Carl took a quick look around before he answered. “I suppose they are if they want to be.”
“But two guys? How could two guys be loyal?”
“I don’t get you? What do you mean how could two guys be loyal?”
“Carl! Men cheat.”
“Not all men cheat!” Carl appeared insulted.
“You know how many actors have relationships that last? Come on. Add to that, gay actors?”
“Can we discuss this later?”
“Yes, sorry. I just wondered about it since he gave Brian a good once over.”
“I did not!”
“Did too!”
“Shh!” Someone hissed as their voices grew louder.
When Keith met Carl’s eyes again, he found his smile. Keith laughed at their silliness and couldn’t wait to get his hands on him again.
~
The shooting finished, the next episode in his hand, Carl stopped short and flipped the pages like a fan to see what was coming next. That l
ovely, familiar heat pressed against his side.
“Anything good?”
“Let me see…” Carl read a few lines. “I think we’re going to get lucky again. I’m getting tired of too much dialogue and not enough sex.”
Keith chuckled softly.
Closing the script, Carl met Keith’s shining blue eyes. “Are you coming over?”
“I should stop home. I need to end this thing with Patty properly.”
“You haven’t done that yet?” Carl asked, gesturing for them to leave the building.
“Not formally.”
Keith opened the door for them and they walked out into the sunshine.