by G. A. Hauser
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.”
“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?”
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�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.”
“The first time is the worst. It does get easier.” Carl urged them outside the set door again in preparation for their scene.
“Mark,” Keith whispered, “turn your back to the cameras.”
“Yes. I shall.”
“Carl, let’s undress him that way. There’s no need for the crew to keep getting an eye-full.”
“I agree.” Carl rubbed Mark’s back warmly in a comforting gesture.
“Ready, gentlemen?” Charlotte boomed.
“Yes, Mother!” Carl replied.
“Threesome scene. Take one. Action!”
In a silent hiss, Carl asked, “Ready, boys?” and he swung open the door, escorting Mark into the living room. “I cannot wait to get you into bed.” Carl could feel Mark wasn’t nearly as nervous as before.
Turning Mark so his back was to the cameras, Keith began unraveling Mark’s necktie. “Troy, I am really looking forward to this.”
“Believe me, Dennis, not as much as I am.” Once again Carl removed Mark’s suit jacket. “You beautiful creature.” Carl smiled at Mark adoringly, tossing the jacket on a chair.
Mark moaned softly, “Yes, this is my first time as well. I’ve always wondered what making love to two men would be like.”
Carl was so proud of Mark. It took balls to act on camera, especially with no training that Carl knew of.
This time Mark helped Keith as he unfastened Mark’s cufflink. Liking the way it worked last time, Carl reached for Mark’s other wrist, doing the same. Mark removed his shirt, setting it with his jacket on a chair.
It was easier with Mark undressing himself. Carl was able to start on his own clothing. Tapping Keith, he urged them to the bedroom. The clothing was coming off much faster this take. And when Mark’s trousers dropped, he only revealed a back view to the hungry cameras and crew.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, Troy,” Keith said his line, standing next to Mark, facing the back wall. Keith smoothed his hand over Mark’s shoulder.
“None of us have.” Carl turned down the bed, climbing in, holding up the sheets to assist Mark in joining him.
“Come here, gorgeous.” Carl wrapped around Mark to give him a big hug.
Keith embraced Mark as well, kissing his cheek and neck affectionately as Carl did the same.
“Oh, I’m in heaven,” Mark moaned, wriggling between them.
“So are we, beautiful, so are we,” Keith sighed, tilting Mark’s jaw in his direction and kissing him.
“Cut!”
“Nicely done, boys! I don’t see how we could improve on that one.”
Keith wrapped his legs and arms tighter around Mark. “Thank you for being such a good sport, Mark.”
“Are you joking? I loved it.”
“Christ, you always smell so good.” Carl snuffled Mark hungrily.
The woman with the sheet waited, her arms extended towards the ceiling, yet no one was getting out of the bed.
Charlotte peeked in. “Still okay?”
Purring, writhing against Mark, Keith smiled. “We don’t want to get out.”
“I’d sell my soul to climb in there with you three.”
“Charlotte!” Carl choked in shock, breaking up with laughter.
Mark craned his finger at her. “Come on in, sweetie.”
“Augh! Don’t you dare!” She turned beet red. Keith was astonished. He didn’t think the brazen Charlotte Deavers could blush at anything.
Keith’s dick went rigid at Mark’s playful teasing. Unable to control himself, he licked Mark’s cheek, leaving a wet trail up his jaw. Mark twisted around and kissed him passionately.
“Augh! Drop the sheets! Roll! Roll!” Charlotte raced out of the scene, dragging the assistant with the blind with her.
Lost on Mark’s tongue, Keith felt Carl’s hands finding their way between he and Mark, clamping both their erections together. Keith shivered and reached around Mark to touch his lover. When he felt Carl’s mouth sucking his middle finger Keith went wild. “We can’t do this. We’re on film,” he breathed as quietly as he could.
“Film? What film?” Mark teased as he rolled on top of Keith and spread his legs.
“Oh, holy shit,” Carl moaned. “Guys, we can’t do this. They are taping.”
Mark leaned up on his elbows and turned to look at the crew. When he did, Keith propped up his head to see what Mark saw. Four cameras, twenty assistants, and Charlotte, all gawking.
“No. Carl’s quite right. We’ll regret this,” Mark agreed.
“Charlotte, cut!” Carl ordered.
“Cut! Cut.” She sighed. “Damn. We really had something special there for a minute, Carl.”
“When does it stop being a public display and get personal?” Mark asked innocently, sitting up with the blanket around his hips.
“Good question.” Keith leaned back against the headboard.
“This better not show up on YouTube.” Carl appeared to be searching the crew carefully.
“Get up.” Keith panicked at the notion. “Sheet!”
The woman with the blind raced over.
“Get dressed,” Keith prodded Mark.
Mark quickly got out of the bed and found his trousers. “YouTube? What’s that about? Should I be nervous?”
“No. Carl, stop freaking us out.” Keith zipped his fly. “If it shows up on the net we claim it’s the shoot. We can’t help what they write for us.”
“I know that. But does the public know that?”
“What’s all this? You didn’t mention anything going on the Internet.” Mark buttoned his shirt.
“It won’t. Carl, stop it.” Keith felt sick to have placed Mark in that predicament. The guilt just wouldn’t end.
“Does the studio do that?” Mark asked. “You know, coming attractions? Trailers?”
“That’s not what Carl is referring to. Never mind, Mark. There’s no sense getting upset about something that might not happen.” Keith slipped his shoes on.
“Won’t it?” Carl narrowed his eyes at Keith.
The woman with the sheet walked away once they were all decent. Carl helped Mark wit
h his cufflinks as Charlotte approached him. “Mark, we need all your information for your paycheck and the tax man.”
“Yes. Of course.” Mark nodded, thanking Carl for his help.
“And Adam Lewis is your agent?” she asked.
Mark exchanged glances with Keith and Carl. “I suppose Jack will find out when he watches the show.”
“Jack?” Charlotte asked.
“Never mind. Yes,” Keith said, “Adam is Mark’s agent.”
“Good. It’s been an absolute delight getting to work with you, Mark. I’ll keep you in mind for my next series. And…there’s always a chance you may return for a guest spot.”
“Great. Cheers.” Mark shook her hand. When she walked away, Mark checked his watch. “I should get to the office.”
“Thanks again, Mark.” Keith hugged him.
“My pleasure. You just remember that.” Mark caressed Keith’s face.
“See you soon?” Carl reached out his hand.
Mark took it. “I do hope so. You should come round to Jack and Adam’s place when we have pizza night and show Loveday videos.”
“Loveday again?” Keith puzzled. “Who the heck is this Loveday guy you all keep mentioning.”
“If you don’t know,” Mark grinned wickedly, “you ought to find out. Come by and you’ll see what all the fuss is about.”
“We will,” Carl agreed, waving as Mark left.
Once he vanished, Charlotte yelled for them to come back and do the next scene. As they did, Keith sighed, “That was a very weird experience.”
“What isn’t weird in show business?” Carl walked with Keith back to the set.
Chapter Fifteen
Keith was completely spent by the time they arrived home from the studio. Scuffing his feet wearily, he followed Carl into their condo and kicked off his shoes, falling back on the sofa with a groan.
“What a day.” Carl tossed his keys on the counter. “I’m beat.”
“Me too. I had no idea that scene with Mark would take it out of me. I thought it would be another fun romp. It was and it wasn’t.”
Removing his shoes and socks to get comfy in the warm room, Carl raised Keith’s legs, collapsed under them on the cushion, resting them across his lap. “You really felt bad about Mark, didn’t you?”