by G. A. Hauser
After a deep long sigh, Carl shook his head. “I disagree. Adam, I just came from my agent’s office with an offer for a blockbuster action movie. Everyone in this room knows if I come out, that offer disappears.”
“This sucks.” Jack reached to place his empty glass on the counter.
“Welcome to our world.” Keith smiled sweetly at the handsome blond.
Jack stood, moving closer to their group. “Adam, you can’t tell me it would make that much of a difference to people. What century are we in?”
“Jack…” Adam chided, “we’ve had this discussion. I’ve asked the same question over and over again, and I’ll ask it once more. What gay icon do you know doing big summer action packed blockbusters or romances? Hm?”
That shut everyone up.
Gesturing around the room, Adam replied, “I rest my case.”
“There has to be a compromise.” Carl finished his drink and balanced his glass on the counter.
“Yes,” Keith agreed. “Some way we can get our cake and eat it.”
Jack cracked up at the comment while Adam smiled wryly and Carl covered his smirk.
“Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice.” Adam held up the pitcher. “Refills?”
As Keith watched Adam top up their glasses, the doorbell rang. “Are we keeping you from something?” Keith asked.
“No. I have a feeling it’s just Mark and Steve.” Adam glanced at Jack as he left the room to answer the door.
“Gay couple?” Carl enquired softly.
“Yes. Oh, just ignore Mark. He’s liable to get all gushy over meeting you two.”
Smiling shyly, Keith replied, “So? I like that.”
“Good.” Adam winked.
Sipping the second margarita quietly, Keith could hear Jack greeting the men as they came in.
“Whose car is that, Jackie?”
“Come in and see.”
Swiveling on the stool, Keith faced the threshold of the living room, waiting to witness their reaction.
The minute one man entered the room, Keith almost fell off his chair. And Adam thought his friend would be all gushy? Holy Christ! Keith caught Carl’s gaze quickly, assessing his opinion to be the same.
“You’re Dennis Jason and Troy Wright from Forever Young!”
Keith choked, “And you’re British as well?”
“As well as what?”
Jack touched the gorgeous man’s shoulder. “Mark, this is Keith O’Leary and Carl Bronson. Guys, this is Mark Richfield and his partner, Steve Miller.”
“Hey.” Steve waved, managing to get into the kitchen around Mark and Jack who had paused at the doorway. “Margaritas?”
“I’ll make more.” Adam went into action.
“Do you act?” Keith asked Mark.
“No. I don’t.” Mark smiled flirtatiously. “Why? You think I’m cute?”
“Don’t start, Mark.” Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s sees handsome men and he gets all ga-ga.”
Keith couldn’t quite get over Mark Richfield. Tall, lean, athletic, and as pretty as any woman Keith had ever seen. Kissing him would be like having the best of both worlds.
“I like your hair.” Keith reached out to touch it.
Mark leaned closer, allowing Keith to run his fingers through its length.
“Is it hot in here?” Carl laughed, fanning himself.
“If it’s hot,” Mark crooned, “it’s because there are two fabulous TV stars in the room.”
“Down boy.” Steve leaned his elbows on the counter near Adam who was busy mixing more cocktails.
“You see?” Keith pointed to Carl. “This is what it’s like to be out.”
“Makes me want to have an orgy,” Mark purred, thrusting his hips forward.
Keith loved the gesture and gave Mark’s full crotch a good inspection. “Jesus. You’ve got a big dick too?”
“He’s the whole damn package,” Steve bragged.
Keith glanced back at Carl as if asking permission to have another threesome.
Carl gave Keith a knowing smile. “It’s okay with me.”
Adam raised his head from his task of stirring a large glass pitcher. “What’s okay with you?”
“Nothing,” Keith replied, grinning hungrily at Mark.
Jack obviously got it. “Uh, Steve…these adorable young actors have the hots for your man.”
“What else is new?” Steve took a bag of pretzels out of a cabinet and opened it, munching on one and passing the rest around. “Christ, your hair’s getting long, Adam.” Steve tugged on its length. “Soon it’ll be as long as Mark’s.”
Adam gave Jack a smile at the comment.
“Really?” Mark lit up. “You have the hots for me?”
“He’s kidding, right?” Keith asked in disbelief. “You’re surprised we think you’re gorgeous?” Keith took a few pretzels, handed one to Carl and passed the bag to Jack. Holding one out to Mark, Keith asked seductively, “Wanna bite?”
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 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.”