Playing Dirty

by G. A. Hauser

  “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 Thirteen

  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 parks.”

  “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 Car
l 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 gasped 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?”

  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.

  As they returned to their car, Keith body-slammed Carl, making Carl push back to keep them walking in a straight line. “You did it.” Carl stifled a loud laugh. “You smart son of a bitch, you did it!”

  “Hee hee.” Keith bit his lip on his outburst.

  The minute they were inside the car, they roared with laughter, holding their stomachs and wiping their eyes.

  “Keith O’Leary, you are amazing!” Carl started the car, seeing the Mercedes waiting.

  “Aaah!” Keith kept gasping for breath. “How can Steve say no to the scene now?”

  “He fucking can’t!” Carl headed out of the parking garage.

  “He fucking, damn well can’t!” Keith relaxed in the seat and sighed. “We got Mark for our show.”

  “I am so impressed. You did it.” Carl made sure Steve stayed behind them.

  “An orgy with a sleek, foxy, androgynous model and a muscular, ex-LAPD cop. See? Fantasies do come true.” Keith flipped the police cap onto the floor.

  “Wouldn’t our mothers be proud?”

  “I know mine would.”

  “What do we do if there are photographers around?”

  “They lost interest ever since we were seen with Holly and Jade. They don’t give a shit about straight men.” Keith ran his hand through his hair. “Steve still back there?”

  Carl’s eyes darted to the rear view. “Yup.”

  “Carl, let’s come out. Let’s stop hiding.”

  A shiver of doubt crept into Carl’s stomach.

  “Come on. Screw it. This is too much fun. Why should we pretend? They don’t.” Keith aimed his thumb at the car behind them. “Adam and Jack don’t.”

  “We talked about this with Adam. Their jobs don’t depend on public perception. Keith, remember what just happened to me with Cole?”

  “Fuck Cole.”

  “No. Listen to me. Cole didn’t even think I was gay when that casting director gave me the shove. Let’s not come out like some announcement. We can just live our lives.”

  “You know that’s bullshit. I bet soon the internet starts buzzing again with gay blogs. Then those piranhas will be back at our door.”

  “Keith, please. We’re about to have an orgy and you’re bringing me way down.”

  “Sorry.” Keith grabbed Carl’s hand. “You’re right. Bad timing.”

  Carl checked the mirror again. The car was still there.

  “How do you want to work this? We can’t use Mark as a pin cushion again.”

  “Why not?” Carl asked.

  “What about Steve? He’s not going to let us do that to him.”

  “You don’t know that. Maybe seeing Mark submissive gets him off. Let’s just see.”

  “Christ, imagine all of us on him.”

  “He doesn’t have that many holes!” Carl chuckled, pulling into their parking garage.

  “We’ll stuff two cocks in his mouth.”

  “Shut up.” Carl laughed his head off.

  They waited for Steve and Mark at the front lobby door. Carl leaned against the glass, gazing outside. Keith pressed behind him and looked over his shoulder. “All clear of vultures?”

  “Yup.” Carl exhaled a deep sigh.

  “They’ll be back. Once time passes and we don’t appear wit
h those women again, they’ll catch on.”

  “Shut up. Stop talking about it. Look, there they are. Christ, the two of them in designer suits, couldn’t you just cream?”

  Keith pushed the elevator button as Carl opened the front lobby door. When Keith spun around, Steve and Mark were grinning like fiends. “This is so cool.” Keith gave each of them a once over.

  With all four of them in the elevator together, Keith felt exhilarated. He sucked on Carl’s mouth hotly, peeking at the other two who watched.

  Waiting for Carl to open the door to their unit, Keith couldn’t stop staring at the men in silk suits.

  “Come on in,” Carl announced. “Anyone want a drink?”

  Keith leapt onto Steve, wrapping his legs around his hips and sucking his mouth. Drink? Who needs a drink? Isn’t this intoxicating enough?

  Steve moaned, holding Keith’s ass in his hand as he held him aloft.

  “Holy shit,” Carl breathed. “Mark, get over here!”

  Keith opened one eye. Mark and Carl were kissing. Sliding off Steve’s body to stand, Keith held his hand and led him to the bedroom. As he passed, Keith hooked Carl’s belt loop and tugged him and Mark along.

  Once everyone was loitering in the room, Keith wished Charlotte were there. They needed a damn director. Since Steve was the newest arrival, unbeknownst to Steve, Keith took special care in softening him up. “Undress, copper.” Keith dragged Steve’s suit jacket down his arms.

  While Steve kicked off his shoes and unknotted his tie, Keith helped Steve get undressed. Keith was thrilled Steve was so willing and eager. There was no hesitation like there had been with Mark. Steve was pure confidence.

  Undoing the buttons of Steve’s stiff cotton dress shirt, Keith was pleasantly surprised at how buff he was. Tanned, swollen pectoral muscles, and a six-pack abdomen, prefect. Once Steve was down to his briefs, Keith stepped back to take his fake police uniform off. Turning on his heels he found Mark yanking down his Calvin Kleins and tugging off his socks. Carl was already nude.

  “Jesus. Someone pinch me.” Keith yanked off his clothing quickly. A hand made its way to Keith’s bottom. He jumped when Steve complied with his request. “Bad cop!”

  “Get over here, you pretty boy.” Steve wrapped around Keith’s waist, curling him against his body.