Going Wild

GOING WILD BOOK 9 of the ACTION! SERIES

G.A.HAUSER

To Judie Stewart. This one’s for you.

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Chapter 1 Adam Lewis sat at his desk in his office in downtown LA. He switched from his hand-held receiver to his ear-piece, keeping his hands free. “You there, Adam?” “I’m here, Keith.” Adam could hear Natalie Cushman, his assistant, right outside his door on another phone call. “What the fuck are Carl and I supposed to do now?” “Calm down. What did you hear exactly?” Adam knew this would happen one day. Knew it. “There’s a rumor going around that this is the last season of the series.” Keith O’Leary sounded completely exasperated. “No more Forever Young? Are you kidding me?” “Babe…you had five seasons. That’s not too bad.” Adam knew it was bad, but the last thing he wanted to do was rub it in. “Come on, Adam. Seriously? Five seasons? That’s nothing. I’m so freaked out. Carl is going insane. We came out in public, Adam.” Adam flinched hearing Keith’s voice crack with emotion. “And it’s a rumor. Okay? Get it into prospective.” “Adam…” he said moaning. “We came the fuck out on national TV. We are so screwed.” “Will you take a deep breath?” Adam actually heard Keith do just that. “You are not screwed. You and Carl are still very well respected actors and just because you came out—” “Adam.” Adam knew this day would come. Five years ago, when Keith and Carl first began working together on the smash hit series Forever Young, he warned them to not publically admit they were gay lovers, to keep it quiet, to hide. But that had been asking a lot of them. He knew that. “We’re done.” Keith sounded like he was trying not to cry. “You warned us. You said, ‘deny, deny, deny’. Remember?” “Let me make some phone calls. We don’t know if this is even happening or not. Okay? And there are a number of different acting options both you and Carl have. You are not ‘done’.” Adam rubbed his face in exhaustion as he noticed several lines on his phone holding for him. He cupped the mouth

piece on his headset and called to Natalie, “Anything urgent on the other lines?” “Yes!” she replied. “Crap.” Adam looked at his computer screen, it too had a load of emails and instant messages he needed to respond to. “Babe.” “What, Adam?” “You and Carl need to come by my place. Let’s have dinner and talk about your next move if the series is indeed cancelled.” “Fine.” “I will find you both work. Trust me.” Adam knew he could get them something post-Forever Young, he just had a feeling it wasn’t going to be as sweet a role. “Whatever.” Keith sounded defeated. “When are you free?” Adam picked his iPhone up and found his calendar application. “How about tomorrow night? Saturday.” “Fine.” Adam updated it into his schedule. “In the meantime, have a little faith. Okay? You are only dealing with rumors at this point, and if not, I’m not completely inept.” He placed his iPhone back on his desk. “This is no reflection on you. You knew all along.” “Please don’t fill yourself with doom and gloom.” “I thought this series would run for ten seasons, Adam. Not five. All we’ll have are some lousy repeat fees.” “Any idea why they are threatening to cancel it?” Adam glanced at his flashing phone lines, as one by one they turned off. No one had any patience any longer. “Yes. Again, these are just rumors.” “And?” “They had some pretty strong complaints about the gay content. So some of the heavy-paying sponsors are considering pulling the plug.” Adam’s kneejerk reaction was fury. He clenched his jaw. “Umm, Carl read something about a planned protest rally and a petition against homosexuals on TV. I’m not sure. Carl knows more. I just become disgusted and shut down mentally when I hear it.”

“Those sponsors knew damn well when that show was first created what it was about. This is just them bowing to the conservative rightwing morons.” “Probably. But I think even though they may have known beforehand, they obviously are reconsidering their sponsorship because of the political pressure…something nasty like that. You know, like all the Republicans suddenly ganging up on Planned Parenthood by lying about their abortion stats. I think the world has gone mad.” Adam blew out a loud exhale as he stewed. “I agree, but I still think we’re just dealing with rumors at the moment. Let me look into it a little more. How about you two come by tomorrow night around seven?” “Okay. Thanks, Adam.” “No problem.” He disconnected the call and took a second to compose himself. His thoughts turned to Alexander Richfield. He too was out, in a racy gay role, and on the same cable station as Keith and Carl. Same sponsors. “Adam?” “Yes, Natalie?” “I’ve got some prima donna on the phone who hates to be put on hold.” “I’m off the line now. Put them through.” He heard his phone ring and picked up. “Hello?” “Adam, what the fuck? I hate being told to hold.” Adam rolled his eyes and reclined in his chair. “I know. You have me now. Talk to me.” ~ “I’d rather be inside in the air conditioning than out on the deck in this heat, Steven.” Mark Antonious Richfield sipped the ice water the waiter had provided. He and his husband, Steve Miller, were at their favorite Mexican restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard. Steve dipped a tortilla chip in salsa and ate it. “Stop moaning or I’ll spank you later.” “Promises, promises.” Mark made a silly face at him. “Where’s Jackie? He said he’d meet us here.” He checked his watch. “We shouldn’t run today, Steven. I’m not running on a stomach full of food.”

“Okay. Let’s take the day off.” Mark brightened. “Thank you.” “Grr. I want a kiss for that.” Steve smiled sensuously. Mark gazed into his husband’s bright blue eyes and leaned forward. Steve dug his hand into Mark’s hair and devoured his mouth as though they were not in a crowded, public restaurant. When Steve drew back to give Mark a woozy grin from the hot tongue teasing, Mark felt slightly dizzy too. There was nothing like Steve’s macho-ex-LAPD loving to turn Mark into putty. “If we’re not running, I’m getting a drink.” Steve looked around for the waiter. After the passionate kiss, Mark noticed several patrons at nearby tables, pointing their cell phone cameras in his direction. Being LA’s top male model, completely out of the closet, and kissing in public, Mark figured that photo would end up pasted all over the internet. It didn’t matter. He’d had worse pictures of himself go worldwide. One in particular he did for a British magazine came to mind just as Steve caught the waiter’s attention. He was naked in full submissive bondage gear, spread eagle, chained to a wall. The leather half-mask he wore had done nothing to prevent the world from figuring out who it was. “Do you want a margarita, Mark?” Steve rubbed his thigh under the table. They had come straight from work and still wore their dress slacks and shirts. The suit jackets and neckties they had left behind in the car. “Perhaps sangria?” Mark met the waiter’s eye. “You got it, Mr. Richfield.” “Oh, bloody hell, mate. Don’t call me that. I think of my father and I cringe.” Steve smiled at the waiter. “Call him stud muffin. He loves that.” Before Mark made a cynical comment in reply, he noticed the big, blond, blue-eyed Jack Larsen making his way towards them. “There’s Jackie, Steven. Wait for him. I know he’ll want a drink.” Mark noticed behind his gorgeous longtime friend and lover, was a stunning man, also perfectly attired from his day of work.

After Jack kissed Steve hello, he said to Mark “Hi, gorgeous.” Jack leaned down to kiss Mark on the lips. Mark moaned at the taste of his blond hunk and cupped his rough jaw. “How are you, my pet?” “Tired.” Jack brought the second man closer to the table. “This is Colt St. John. He’s the recent addition to the law firm I told you about. Colt, this is Mark Richfield and his husband, Steve Miller.” Steve shook Colt’s hand, smiling. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” Colt gave Steve a wicked grin. “All good, I hope.” Mark assessed the handsome man, his sophisticated GQ looks, dark hair and eyes. Mark estimated him to be in his twenties and tried not to be envious of his youth. “Hello, love.” “Mark Antonious Richfield.” Colt gripped his hand firmly. “My oh my.” “Yes, well…” Mark blushed at the fuss. Steve told the waiter who was watching the action with an amused smile, “Just bring everyone a margarita and Mark his sangria.” “Got it.” He nodded and left. Mark gave Colt a close inspection after the distraction of their drink order. Jack sat down beside Steve, loosening his tie and opening two buttons of his shirt. “Have a seat, Colt. Don’t get hypnotized by Mark,” Jack said, laughing softly. Still holding Mark’s hand, Colt sat beside him at the table for four, across from Steve. “So…you’re the ultimate sub?” Mark choked and felt his cheeks heat up even more. “Jackie? Just exactly how much does Mr. St. John know about me?” Jack ate a tortilla chip. “He’s the one who recommended all the gear I bought. Remember?” Colt cupped Mark’s hand in both of his, giving it a sensual massage. “I have so many toys I can use on you. It boggles my imagination.” Steve laughed in a cough. At the suggestive comment, Mark became completely overheated and his cock moved in his slacks.

Colt used Mark’s hand to caress his own cheek. “You are fabulous. That photo of you from Far Out Magazine didn’t do you justice.” “No? I thought the airbrushing was just right.” Mark didn’t know if he should take his hand back. It seemed as if Colt was in possession of it. “Airbrushing?” Colt tilted his head. “Where were you airbrushed? Your fabulous dick?” “He’s kidding. Believe me, that nude centerfold was all him.” Steve and Jack devoured the chips and dip quickly. “Where’s Adam?” Steve asked. “Working overtime.” Jack looked around, Mark assumed, for the waiter. “He got some bad news today.” Mark gently took back his hand and straightened up his posture in the chair. “What kind of news, Jackie?” “There’s a rumor floating around that Keith and Carl were told this was the last season of Forever Young.” “No!” Mark instantly felt cold inside, thinking about his son Alex losing his job as an actor on Being Screwed as well. Colt asked, “You mean Keith O’Leary and Carl Bronson?” “Yes.” Jack nodded as the waiter returned carrying a tray. Mark dazed off as the waiter set their drinks down, including two more glasses of water and a new basket of chips. “Are you ready to order? Or would you like a few more minutes?” “We know what we’d like.” Steve handed Colt a menu. “Catch up, Mr. St. John.” Thoughts about his son recently giving up college, and now possibly losing his starring role on a cable drama unnerved Mark. As Colt scanned the menu he said, “Are you kidding me? They’re canceling Forever Young? That’s one of the best shows on the idiot box.” He said to the waiter, “How about the taco salad?” Steve addressed the waiter next, “Mark and I will have the chicken enchiladas.” “I’m gutted, Jackie.” Mark met Jack’s eyes. “Did they say why?”

Jack handed the waiter his menu and said, “Chicken fajitas.” He then addressed Mark, “Adam was swamped with work. He didn’t say. He invited them over for dinner tomorrow night to brainstorm what they should do next if it’s not a rumor.” The waiter collected the rest of the menus and left. Steve shook his head. “I bet the flack over the gay content finally got someone in hot water.” “One of the co-producers, Will Markham, is openly gay.” Colt leaned his elbows on the table. “And from what I’ve read about him on the internet, he doesn’t spook easily.” Mark rubbed his eyes and sighed. “What’s going on lately in this world? We’re going backwards. I can’t stick it.” “I’ll stick it for you.” Mark glanced at Colt. “You’re a professional Dom?” “Mm.” Colt brushed Mark’s long hair behind his shoulder. “Believe me, Mark,” Jack said, “Colt would pay you to be his sub. Not the other way around.” A shiver washed up Mark’s spine. He sipped his sangria and stared at Colt as he did. “Do you have a partner, naughty boy?” “I do.” Colt seemed as if he could not stop touching Mark. “Does he let you dominate other people?” “Yes. It’s work. Not romance.” Colt rested his arm on the back of Mark’s chair, tugging at the ends of Mark’s hair, making Mark get a chill up his back from the tickling. “So, your man is okay with you playing a Dom for other men?” Mark glanced at Steve to see his reaction. He couldn’t tell if Steve was listening. He appeared preoccupied as he sipped his drink, staring off into space. “Yes. He gets the best part of me.” “Your heart?” Mark asked. “My cock.” “Oh!” Mark glanced at Colt’s lap. The table covered most of it. “Anyway…” Mark tried not to be excited at the idea of a man who dominates men for a living getting a chance to play with him. “Steven?” “Hm?” Steve woke from his daydream. “Should we worry about Alexander?” Jack said to Colt, “That’s Mark’s son.”

“I know who Mark and Alex are, Jack.” Colt ran his fingers through Mark’s hair to the nape of his neck. “Does Alex like bondage, too?” “No,” Mark replied, “And you best steer well clear of him if you know what’s good for you.” Jack shook his head and made a gesture for Colt to not be offended by Mark’s possessiveness. “Got it. No Alexander Richfield.” Colt ran his fingers through Mark’s hair, making Mark shiver visibly. “You bad boy.” Mark wagged his finger at him. “Steven, he hasn’t kept his hands off me since he arrived.” “I’ve had the same problem since we first fucked in the New Mexican desert.” Steve finished his drink down to the ice. “Do you want me to stop?” Colt asked. “No.” Mark winked at him, giving his thigh a squeeze. “How did you two meet?” Colt asked. “We work together at Parsons and Company.” Steve appeared to be trying to find the waiter for another round. “He took my gay cherry on a business retreat.” “Love, it was the other way around.” Mark ate the orange slice that was on his glass rim. “He molested me. I was engaged to be married to a woman at the time.” Jack laughed softly. “Yeah. That would have worked.” “Shut up, He-man.” Mark raised his eyebrow at him. “I hear that all the time. My partner was straight before I corrupted him.” Colt winked at Mark. “You have no idea how many married men came to see me at the club I worked at. But they’re not gay.” Colt made a silly face as if exaggerating the irony. “I can imagine.” Jack held his empty glass up to someone behind Mark’s back. Mark figured they located the waiter. “Everyone?” Steve asked, pointing to the booze. “I’m good, Steven,” Mark said as the other men nodded yes for another drink. Colt used the tip of his finger to touch Mark’s cheek. “So…you were going to marry a woman?” The attention of this striking, young alpha male was making Mark crazy. Neither of his lovers seemed to mind. “Yes, Sharon

Tice. Though she may have looked like a woman on the outside, she was as dominant as any man.” “A female top? Yup, I’ve heard of them.” The waiter appeared with a large tray. A man behind him had their drinks. “Right. Here you go, gentlemen.” He began serving them their food. “Plates are hot, so be careful.” He used a towel to hold the edges. Mark took the opportunity to stare at Colt’s profile. The hunger Mark had for anal penetration was only bested by his new interest in vibrating toys. On the trip he and Steve had taken to London a few weeks ago, Steve had allowed Mark to be submissive to two professional Doms. There had been no ‘cheating’ since Steve was an active participant and enjoyed the session as much as he did. Mark wondered if… The men began eating and gulping down their fresh drinks. Mark poked at his food, never a big eater, and kept being distracted by imagining Colt dressed in leather, shoving dildos up his ass. “Eat, Mark Antonious.” Jack gave him a scolding look. Mark tried not to be embarrassed as Colt overheard. Eating disorders were not solely the domain of women. Mark struggled with his own body issues. He took a bite and tried to look like he was behaving. “Do you still do sessions at the club, Colt?” Jack asked. “I thought you gave that up.” “Special sessions.” Colt’s eyes lit up as he stared at Mark. “I don’t do it regularly any longer. I have a set up at my place.” Mark began to sweat, and it wasn’t just from the warm July air. He opened another button of his shirt and fanned it to cool off, sipping the rest of his water. Steve read Mark immediately. “Yes, Mark, you can have a session with Colt.” Colt jolted at the comment. “Are you kidding me?” “Bloody hell.” Mark felt his cock thicken down the leg of his dress slacks. “Sure.” Steve shrugged. “As long as I’m there.” “Me too.” Jack took big bites of his food. “And I have a feeling Adam wouldn’t mind being a voyeur. That way we’d all learn how to do it right.”

“Holy fuck.” Colt shifted in his chair. Mark didn’t know what to think. When Colt smoothed his hand between his legs, Mark jumped and dropped his fork. “You’re already hard thinking about it.” Colt laughed, resuming eating. “This is too good to be true.” “Steven. He just groped me.” “If you let him dominate you, he’ll be doing more than that.” Steve wiped his mouth on a napkin. “You know,” Mark leaned on Colt’s shoulder. “My Steven likes a bit of the rough…” “Mark…” Steve raised his eyebrow. “Well, you do.” Mark picked up his fork and ate another bite. “Will you do dirty things to Steven?” “I’ll do anything you guys want me to do.” Seeing Steve blush made Mark smile. “Give us a kiss you handsome cop.” Steve leaned over and kissed Mark. “Are you a cop?” Colt appeared confused. “Ex-cop. But you’ll soon find out Mark has a hard-on for anything in uniform.” “Especially Mickey and Jeff.” Jack laughed. “A couple of LAPD friends of ours.” “I have a feeling there are great stories here.” Colt sipped his drink. “I can’t wait to hear them.” “Mr. St. John?” Mark said. “Yes, Mr. Fabulous?” “Anything we tell you is in confidence.” “No need to even mention it. Between the attorney client privilege I deal with all day at work and the confidential arrangements I had with my subs, you have nothing to worry about.” “Good.” Mark smiled and said, “I like him, Jackie.” “I like him too, Mark.” Jack winked.

Chapter 2 It was nearing seven and Adam was trying to wrap up his day. He had sent Natalie home, not wanting to ruin her evening. Adam finished answering a few emails, knowing he would have to do some weekend work, though he had promised himself he wouldn’t get trapped into that again on a constant basis. He sent the last email he intended on answering and spun in his chair to his rolodex, flipping the cards until he found the one he was looking for. He put his headset back on and dialed. “Hello?” “Charlotte Deavers?” “Yes. Who is this?” “It’s Adam Lewis.” Adam was shocked she answered her cell phone. He knew his number came up blocked caller. “Adam Lewis. Well, well…to what do I owe the honor.” “Sweetheart, you already know why I’m calling.” “Let me see…Alexander is doing very well in his role as Gavin Davis on Being Screwed…” “Woman. Don’t exasperate me.” “I’m a director not a producer. What do you think I can do?” “Tell me if Forever Young is being canceled.” Adam knew Charlotte would be honest. He loved her for that. “Sugarplum, do you want the answer I’m supposed to give to the media, or…” “Or!” He tried to calm down. “The sponsors are working hard on censoring our content. And if we refuse to bow to their pressure, they will pull the plug. You already knew why someone would complain about our show, Adam-sweetie. Did you really need me to tell you?” “Charlotte, please. Are you really considering bowing to the censors? All your sex is implied. Not once do you show a dick. What’s their problem with gay sex?” “Is Mr. Adam Lewis really asking me why a major car manufacturer and a shampoo that is connected to the parent company for children’s products, what their problem is with gay sex? Really? Do you watch the news, honey-pie?”

“But, Charlotte, that show has won so many Emmy awards. Both Keith and Carl did as well. They have over two million fans on Facebook…” “Mr. Lewis…you are preaching to the choir.” Adam rubbed his face in agony. “I can’t believe it. What on earth did you guys do that was so horrible other than create a TV show about two men in love?” “I don’t know. Maybe it was one Mark Richfield threesome too many.” “You didn’t even show a dick!” Adam tried to stop shouting but he was fed up with gay love being seen as too taboo for everyone. The straight sex scenes on late night cable were obscene by comparison. Show a woman’s legs spread and full frontal, nothing happens. Show a glimpse of cock? The biblethumpers and soccer moms begin protesting and boycotting. “No. Not once. I had strict orders never to show the oh-soprecious-penis. Babe, don’t worry I’m working on it as we speak And even if we get canned, Keith and Carl will find work.” “They came out. They got married. You have to be kidding me.” Charlotte laughed. “You agents want all the easy money. Yes, you’ll have to work harder. But listen, punkin’, they have cable channels now for gay men’s television.” “Oh, Charlotte, I am so not ready to put these guys on some obscure cable show. Both those men are unbelievable actors with long careers ahead of them.” “Then if the show gets canned, break some balls and barriers, Adam. Get those men leading roles in blockbuster movies. Lord knows they’re both fucking gorgeous and can do their own stunts. Not to mention, they’re not five feet tall.” She let out a sarcastic laugh. Adam felt sick. He knew that would never happen. He could not name one ‘out’ male actor who was in a huge straight blockbuster. “You will find other gay friendly sponsors, right?” She didn’t answer so Adam asked, “Okay, any chance you, Will, and Derek will do another nighttime drama?” “That’s inevitable. But we can’t recreate Forever Young if it’s cancelled. That’s not going to happen.” “Fuck.” Adam rubbed his eyes, he was very tired.

“Look, we’re not canned yet. Let’s not lose hope completely.” “I am so pissed, Charlotte.” “Me too. Adam, you have no idea the fit I had when this threat came down the pipe. I was screaming so loud I nearly blew a gasket in my head.” “One more question.” “Shoot.” “Being Screwed? Next on the chopping block if Forever Young goes?” “We were told to take it down a notch. My guess is we’ll lose the same homophobic sponsors if we don’t, but so far it’s not up for cancellation or having the advertising pulled.” “You have no idea how much I appreciate you talking to me, Charlotte.” “You and you alone, Mr. Lewis. You think I give a crap about the lousy Hollywood agents in this town?” He tried to see the humor. “Why me?” “Because you’re out, open, and you have a heart. After what happened to you with Jack Turner and his nasty couch practices…” Adam cringed. He had hoped everyone had forgotten Turner and the entire mess Turner had created. “You stood up for the abused boys. You fought that bastard.” “And almost died for it.” Adam shivered, checking the time and craving Jack’s embrace. “But you didn’t. You made it to fight for gay rights another day.” “Is there something I can do to stop that show from being canned? After all, I am married to one of the best lawyers in LA.” “Even the mighty Jack Larsen can’t stop this one if we can’t find new money for our baby. But like I said, it isn’t over yet. I don’t give up easy.” “Have you thought of doing a Facebook petition? A rally?” “I love you, cupcake. Yes, those are in place. Go ‘like’ all the stupid pages I set up. I want to show other sponsors out there that we have a huge following.” “Way to go, woman. You’re my hero.”

“And you’re mine. You’ve been in this tinsel town long enough to get rotten and you’ve stayed sweet as honey.” “Love you, Charlotte.” “You too, Adam. Have a good weekend.” “I’ll try. Thanks.” Though Charlotte gave him some hope, Adam threw his headset on the desk and ground his jaw to stop a scream of frustration. What angered him was that the show was being blackballed at all. ~ Alex stood in the studio reviewing the newest episode script. It was nearing eight p.m. and his stomach was growling. An arm wrapped around his waist from behind. His co-star and sort-of-kind-of boyfriend, Santiago Juarez, rubbed against Alex’s ass. “Wanna fuck?” I do, but not you. Alex shrugged off Santiago’s embrace. “I have to get home.” “Why? It’s Friday night.” Santiago hooked Alex’s belt loop and brought him against his body again. “This sucks.” Alex shook the script. “Did you read this shit?” “Not yet. Why?” “It’s all crappy boring dialogue for me. All the sex scenes are between Shelly and JD, and nothing for me.” “Don’t you even bite a guy?” Santiago leaned on Alex’s shoulder to read the script with him. Alex scanned the pages. He hit it with his hand in frustration. “I bite a woman? What the fuck?” He looked around the empty studio. “I’m a gay vampire! Hello? Where’s Charlotte?” “She went home.” Santiago took the script and began skimming it. “You sure? Nothing for you at all?” “I bet someone said something to the big guys about the show being too gay. I just bet.” Alex fumed, crossing his arms. “I gotta go.” He held his hand out for the script. “See ya.” Santiago gave it to him and waved. Alex crushed the script in his hand and ground his jaw. The battle against the gay community felt stifling and insurmountable to him. Every act between two men offended someone. Kiss? Nope. Touch? Nope. And the news about gay kids killing themselves over bullying was terrifying Alex.

He headed to his car, feeling the July warmth still lingering in the long summer day. Dropping down to sit behind the wheel of his red Mustang, Alex tossed the script on the passenger’s seat and started the car. He didn’t want to go home right now. He wanted to show the fucking world he was gay and that he was normal! Alex drove to West Hollywood and slowed down to check out the gay bars. With his arm resting on top of his open window, Alex crawled down Santa Monica Boulevard in the heavy traffic, eying the man candy. He caught many gazes with both his red sports car and his long hair. Older men. Alex couldn’t stand men his age. Men in their twenties were stupid in his opinion. Men in their late thirties and forties however… Stunning tattooed older studs were drinking outside one establishment. Alex was so distracted he nearly rear-ended the car in front of him. He pulled off the main drag and hunted for a parking spot. Alex got lucky and as someone pulled out, he parallel parked in the vacated spot. He checked his face in the mirror and climbed out. Since he had worked all day and hadn’t gone home to change, he was wearing a pair of thread-bare jeans and a black tank top instead of shorts and a cut off tee. The moment he stepped onto the sidewalk, he removed his shirt and tucked it into his waistband. He had a direction in mind. The bar with all the tough bikers and bears. As he approached, feeling like a model on a catwalk, Alex caught the attention of one, then many. He stood in front of the dive bar and ran his hand up his chest to his new nipple ring. One he had kept hidden, so far, from his father and Steve. “Any of you hot studs wanna buy me a beer?” Alex flipped back his hair seductively. “Aren’t you the guy from that vampire series on cable?” one man with a shaved head and leather vest asked. “No. That’s my twin.” Alex gave him a sexy smile. A few of the men listening in laughed at the joke. Alex noticed a gorgeous older man wearing sunglasses, no shirt, and jeans, leaning against the window in the front of the bar. He

began stalking him, indeed feeling like a predator/vamp. Only he wasn’t going to suck blood. The man didn’t appear star-struck by him, nor too eager. The chase was most of the fun. Alex knew how beautiful he was, and men throwing themselves at him held no excitement. He leaned against the glass beside the man and watched him drink his beer. “Yes?” the man asked, looking amused. “Are you single?” Alex licked his lip and gave the man’s hairy chest and tattoos a good inspection. The man’s eyes were sky blue and his hair was jet black. His biceps were as big as Jack Larsen’s and his shoulders were broad and enormous compared to Alex’s lithe shape. The man didn’t reply. He drank his beer and smiled. “Here’s a beer,” another man held out a glass for Alex. Alex reached for his wallet and the man said, “On the house.” “Thanks.” Alex gave him a sweet smile and resumed his ogling leer of his target. He sipped the foamy ale and licked it off his lips slowly. The biker guy looked shy and laughed softly. “Do you think I’m pretty?” Alex asked. “What are you looking for, you horny beast?” “A good hard fucking.” Alex closed the gap between them. “Can you do that?” “You can have any man in Hollywood. Why do you want me?” “Because you’re fucking hot.” Alex sucked the tip of his own index finger and ran it down the man’s solid pectoral muscle to his nipple. The man shifted his weight from leg to leg and Alex knew the seduction was working. From under his sunglasses the man glanced around. Alex did a quick scan of the area, and though most of the men were trying not to, they were indeed staring. “What’s your name?” The man finished his beer and set the glass down on an occupied table near them. Alex caught more gazes as people eavesdropped. A shorter man with a bald head leaned on the biker guy and asked, “You don’t know who he is?” Alex got an intense inspection from his prey.

“Am I supposed to know him?” “Oh, that is so much better!” Alex gulped his beer down like a college frat boy and slammed the empty on the same table as his biker had. The men sitting at the table jumped at the start. Alex closed the gap between him and the man and pressed their crotches together. “Got a room?” “How old are you, little boy?” He touched Alex under his chin. “Legal. Old enough to drink that beer.” Alex began licking the man’s neck, working his way to his earlobe. Alex felt the man exhale against his hair and craved sex with this biker god. “Take ‘im home, Sam.” One of the men at the table grinned at them. Alex noticed the man who spoke was missing a front tooth. He looked back at his potential lover. “Sam? Smile.” Instead of smiling, Sam laughed. Alex was relieved to see he had nice white teeth. “Perfect.” “I still don’t know your name.” Sam crossed his arms, not looking impressed. “Alex.” He batted his lashes. “Alex-the-cock-sucking-fool.” “Why do you want me?” Sam thumbed to the other men. “They all want you.” “That’s why.” Alex peeked down at Sam’s crotch. “So? Really don’t want your cock sucked or to fuck me?” Sam grabbed a handful of Alex’s hair and pulled him into a kiss. Alex didn’t expect it and nearly jerked back. At the contact of Sam’s hot mouth and forceful tongue, Alex nearly passed out from the swoon. He flung his arms around Sam’s neck and pressed his entire body against him, grinding his hips. A few horns honked as the cars slowly going by either approved or disapproved of their public display of affection. Sam parted from their kiss, staring into Alex’s eyes. “Time to fuck, pretty-baby.” “Hallelujah.” Alex smiled. ~ Mark, Steve, Jack, and Colt stood outside the restaurant doors to say goodbye. A warm breeze blew Mark’s hair into his face as they spoke. He shook it back and heard a loud Harley motorcycle

cruising down the boulevard. As it drew near, the men stopped talking, turning towards the sound to get a look. “Nice chopper,” Steve said. Mark held back his hair from his eyes and choked. “Is that Alexander?” “No, it can’t be.” Jack shaded his eyes from the low sun’s glare. When Steve took off running in the direction of the motorcycle, Mark sprinted after him. The traffic moved on after the light had changed and Steve stood panting to catch his breath. Mark removed his cell phone and called Alex as he watched the Harley continue down the street. “It’s switched to his voicemail.” Mark tried to keep the spectacle in sight but it was drifting further away. “Alexander Mark Richfield!” he shouted, “Who the bloody hell are you with?” Steve grabbed the phone to add, “What the hell are you doing? You better not be fucking him!” Mark took back the phone and walked to where Jack and Colt stood near the restaurant entry. He could hear Steve cursing under his breath as they went. “Please tell me that wasn’t really Alex,” Jack said. “Yes. It was.” Mark fretted and looked at his phone. “You won’t catch me having kids. No way.” Colt removed his keys from his pocket. “Well, it was nice meeting you, gentlemen. Mark, I’ll be expecting your call for a session.” “Hm?” He’d lost the thread of the conversation. “Oh. Yes. Of course. Nice meeting you, Colt.” Mark shook his hand but his attention was still on the fact that his son was on the back of a motorcycle with a strange man. Colt headed to his car in the parking lot. Jack scooped Mark into an embrace. As he hugged him he said, “You can’t protect Alex from everything. He’s an adult.” “Jackie, I’m gutted.” Mark squeezed him tight. “Ever since he broke up with Oliver he’s been out of control.” Mark backed up from him and spotted Steve still appearing furious at Alex’s ride. “We’d be better off with him seeing Billy.”

“Mark!” Steve showed his teeth in a snarl. He held the car keys in his hand and said, “Let’s go.” “Billy?” Jack asked. “Do you mean Billy Sharpe? Angel’s partner?” Steve shook his head. “Um, no. See ya soon, Jack.” Steve grabbed Mark’s arm and escorted him to the car. “Why did you say Billy’s name in front of Jack? Do you want to let that cat out of the bag?” “I don’t want Alex with a stranger. Look at him.” Mark gestured to the street. “Who the bloody hell was that? Did you get a look at that man?” “Not really.” Steve sat down behind the wheel of his Mercedes and started the engine. “But I’m going to kick his ass.” He jerked the car into reverse from his fury. Mark held onto the dash. “Steven. Calm down. Do you want to get us killed?” Mark checked his phone again and redialed. “He won’t answer. No, not now. Not whilst he can get rough sex from some biker.” He heard Alex’s answering service and though he wanted to give Alex a lecture he hung up. “What if the man is not gay and kills him.” Steve reached for Mark’s hand and held it. “He’s gay. Alex would most likely seduce the guy first before he went with him.” “Can we set Alex up with someone? Someone we know and trust?” Mark wished Billy was single. Yes, he was in his forties, but Billy was a SWAT lieutenant with the Los Angeles Police Department. He knew and trusted him. “Where are you going?” Mark asked when Steve turned the opposite direction of their home in Bel Air. When Steve didn’t answer, Mark said, “Steven, he’s got too far a lead on us. You’ll never find him. And to be honest, driving up and down jammed streets in Friday night traffic is not my idea of relaxation.” Mark rubbed his face. “I need a bloody valium.” Steve blew out a loud exhale from his stress. “This is unbelievable. Maybe he should move out.” “Stop it. If he moves out we’ll have less control, not more.” “We can’t control him. He’s not a baby. I just don’t want him to be living with us and whoring himself out to older men.” Mark kept looking at his phone as if Alex would get his message and call, but that was ludicrous. “I’m sick about it.”

Steve rubbed Mark’s thigh. “I never acted like this. Did you?” “Me? Are you insane? My father would have literally killed me.” “Are we too soft?” “I don’t bloody know.” Mark’s head began to ache. “Wasn’t I supposed to drive? How many margaritas did you have?” “Two. I’m fine.” Mark slouched in the seat, straddling his legs. “What if he gets an STD?” “Would serve him right to get the crabs.” “Eww. Oh, good lord.” Mark dialed Alex’s number again. He waited for the voicemail intro and said, “Alexander. Do you even know this man? Where did you meet him? Steven and I are a wreck, I’d like to bloody tell you. You’d better call the minute you finish getting fucked. Do you hear me?” Mark looked at the cell phone and hung up. “Take me home, Steven. I’m a mess at the moment.” “On my way.” ~ Alex still felt the heavy vibration of the Harley when he climbed off. He steadied himself on Sam, as Sam waited for him to dismount the bike first. They were parked behind a small home which appeared to have been converted into an apartment or duplex. A dumpster and two parking spaces were behind it, and there were two doors, one at the top of an outside staircase, and one at ground level. He and Sam took the stairs to the top floor. Sam opened the door and gestured for Alex to go in first. Alex did, getting a look around. It was pleasant, but small, a kitchen and living area were separated by a breakfast bar, a coffee table was littered with mail and magazines. It was bright and clean. Alex was relieved. He didn’t know what to expect. He pivoted around to see Sam staring at him. “Well?” Sam asked, as if waiting for a critique. Alex couldn’t care less what the apartment was like. He did a running leap into Sam’s arms and locked his ankles behind his back. Once Sam had him comfortably in his arms, Alex kissed him.

While they kissed Sam carried Alex to his bedroom. Peeking at it while they were lip-locked, Alex noticed an unmade bed and clothing scattered near it. He continued kissing Sam, digging his hands into Sam’s black hair. “Okay, pretty baby.” Sam set him on his feet. “Let me take a piss.” “Okay.” Alex tugged his t-shirt out of his jeans and tossed it on a dresser. Hearing Sam’s stream hit the toilet, Alex did a quick check of his phone and found two voicemails from his dad. He ignored them and removed his shoes and socks, getting into a sensual pose on the bed. The toilet flushed, the sink turned on and off and Sam appeared at the doorway. “Do you have any STDs? And have you been tested?” Sam asked. “No STDs and yes, negative. You?” Alex propped up his head in his hand. “Negative. And I’m clean.” He sat on the bed and took off his boots. “You don’t seem into this.” Alex ran his hand up Sam’s muscular back. He took off his boots and socks, looking back at Alex. “Yes? No?” Alex wondered why he would take him to his apartment and then do nothing with him. Just as he was about to ask if maybe he wasn’t Sam’s type, Sam lunged at him and pinned Alex to the bed. “Yes!” A surge of blood filled Alex’s cock. Sam opened Alex’s jeans and began tugging them down his legs. When Sam noticed Alex wasn’t wearing briefs, he snarled like a tiger and buried his face in Alex’s groin. As Sam licked and chewed on Alex’s cock, he continued to strip his pants off him. Alex tired to kick them off. When he managed to rid them from his legs he spread wide, caressing Sam’s shaggy black hair and raising his hips up to meet Sam’s mouth. Alex waited for Sam to make a comment about the size of his cock. Everyone did. Alex didn’t brag but he knew he had a nice dick. “Hey, I wanted to chew on you, big guy.” Alex felt Sam spreading his legs to nearly perform a split. Sam rubbed his face

all over Alex’s groin, mouthing his balls and lapping his thighs and the G-spot between his balls and ass. His cock was enveloped into Sam’s mouth and sucked deep, deeper than he could remember anyone else sucking it. Alex held Sam’s head as it bobbed up and down. “I’ll come harder with you in my ass, tough guy.” Sam knelt up and spun Alex to his front like Alex was a ragdoll. Alex leaned up on his forearms and tried to look over his shoulder. Sam urged Alex up to his knees and parted his butt cheeks, sticking his tongue up Alex’s ass. “Oh, my…” Alex hissed and clenched his muscles. “Wow. I want to do that to you.” His rim was coated in saliva and Alex felt what he had been waiting for, penetration. “That’s it.” Alex rode Sam’s finger. “You can do better than that. Where’s the lube?” “Top drawer.” “And?” Alex didn’t want to budge. “You expect me to get it?” Sam reached for the nightstand, removing the items they needed. Alex spotted a box of condoms and his favorite lubrication. Sam knelt behind Alex, using the lube on his fingers. “Uh, tough guy, I need more than a finger.” Sam laughed at him, catching his breath. “You sure are one pushy bitch.” He capped the gel and dropped it on the bed. “Yeah. That’s true.” “I love the foreplay, pretty boy.” Sam smacked Alex’s ass. “Ah! Oh, now you’re talking. Why don’t you shove that…” Alex got his first sight of Sam’s cock sticking out of his pants. His jaw dropped. “Motherfucker!” “Now you know why I like to prep my bottoms.” “Hold on.” Alex rolled to his knees to see it. “Take off your pants.” Using his non-sticky hand, Sam stood and dropped his jeans and briefs down his legs. Alex was finally bested. Sam’s cock was thick from the base to the tip, beautifully proportioned with a full head and it was a darker color then Sam’s tanned skin. Sam’s bush was as black as his head hair and his chest and abdomen were furry with matching dark hair. His legs were broad and every muscle could

be seen through his bronze skin. It appeared to Alex as if Sam could bench press five hundred pounds. The man was so solid and powerful. Alex lunged towards Sam’s cock, gripping the base in his palm and feeling how thick and hard it was. “Hey, I was about to fist your ass.” Sam laughed. Alex ignored him, inhaling Sam’s musky aroma and feeling his own crotch tingle imagining this cock inside him. He lapped at the head and tasted a drop of pre-cum. “Mm!” Alex tried to get Sam’s cock into his mouth and couldn’t manage to throat it without the urge to gag. It was just too wide. He clasped both hands around the base and went crazy drawing on it with hard suction. Sam exhaled loudly and his arms hung at his sides while Alex devoured him. Alex reached for his balls and felt how long the sack stretched between Sam’s legs. He sat back and panted. “Lie down! Lie down!” “Easy, baby. It’s not going anywhere.” Sam crawled on the bed as Alex stared at his cock. “Lay back.” Alex straight-armed Sam to get him to obey faster. “My hand is all greased up and ready for action.” He showed Alex. Alex grabbed Sam’s wrist and led it to his ass. He spun around and wiped the gel up and down his ass crack. “There. For later. Now shut up and let me eat you.” “Are you a sex maniac?” Alex blinked before he continued his blow job. “Aren’t all men?” “Not like you, pretty baby.” “Then today is your lucky day.” Alex smiled and lapped at Sam’s imposing cock. He pushed his thighs apart and cupped his balls. “Wow. Like these are amazing, man.” “Think you can take a cock this big?” “Yes.” Alex held it upright by the base. “I’ve done dildos this big.” Dad’s dildos… “Hey.” “Huh?” Alex kept his hands on Sam’s length as he replied.

“Are you someone famous?” “No, obviously not or you’d know who I am.” “Alex what?” “Alex Richfield.” He smoothed his left hand over the soft hair on Sam’s abdomen as he fisted him. Sam appeared to try and think. “Nope. Doesn’t ring a bell.” “Good.” Alex wrapped his lips around the head of Sam’s cock, using his tongue to run rings around it. “Why don’t you sit on it?” He peeked at Sam’s wicked grin. “That a dare?” “Yeah.” Alex tore a condom off the strip and tossed it at Sam. “Fuck me.” Sam rolled the condom on his cock as Alex held the lube. He waited for Sam to finish and then massaged the gel all over Sam’s sheathed cock, squeezing it, amazed at how hard it was considering its size. Alex had always heard that guys with huge cocks didn’t get good erections. This man blew that theory out of the water. Alex straddled Sam’s legs and pointed his cock at his ass. Slowly Alex began pressing down on it. The mix of pain and pleasure was intense. He forced himself to relax, concentrating on letting his ass muscles go. The craving Alex had to get something inside him—to feel the delicious heat from an internal rub—was great. It had become the driving force in his sexual encounters. “How you doing, pretty baby?” “Okay.” Alex inched down slowly, raising and lowering his body more each time. “Holy shit.” He knew if he took his time he could manage him. “Almost there.” “I’m not going anywhere.” Alex’s cock had gone soft, but that wasn’t unusual for him. He inhaled and exhaled deeply nearly making it to sitting on Sam’s thighs. “I’m already impressed. Don’t hurt yourself.” Alex couldn’t take anymore if he wanted to. He placed his hands on either side of Sam’s body and rode up and down on his cock. “Oh, yes. X-marks the spot.” He used Sam’s length to rub

his prostate, creating a delicious pleasure which radiated all over his body. “Oh yeah…” Sam chuckled. “You look like an angel, Alex, but I have a feeling about you. Are you the devil in disguise?” “Fuck me will ya?” Alex began rocking on Sam as sweat broke out on his skin. “You’re already doing it.” Sam raised his hips to match Alex’s timing. A sensation deep inside Alex began to grow. Pleasure. He closed his eyes and focused on the intensity. His cock wagged and began to swell. He rode Sam’s cock like a bucking bronco, huffing for air as he worked for that supreme climax. “Oh, fuck!” “Holy shit…” Sam gripped Alex by the shoulders and began thrusting faster. “Alex, holy shit!” Alex felt his eyes nearly roll back in his head it was so sublime. “Yes! You gorgeous motherfucker! What a cock! What a big-fat-motherfucking cock! Ah! Ah!” Alex felt his muscles tensing in his crotch and cum shot out of his stiff cock in white creamy ribbons all over the soft hair on Sam’s stomach. Inside him, Sam’s cock pulsated and Sam choked on his gasp, closing his eyes and tensing his thighs to stone under Alex. Alex ground against Sam feeling him come inside him and his own climax seeming to linger as he did. “God! Holy shit!” Sam grunted and threw back his head into the pillow. Alex opened his eyes and watched him. Yes, Sam was fucking gorgeous when he came. “Mm…topped by a bottom. Don’t tell your biker buddies that.” “Augh…holy crap.” Sam touched his own chest as if feeling his heart rate. Alex raised his hips, disconnecting them, and dropped down on Sam’s chest. They were coated in dewy sweat and cum, catching their breath. “Very nice, big guy.” “Shit. I want more of that.” “You bad boys always do.” Alex smiled.

Chapter 3 Mark checked the time. He’d ingested a valium and was still freaking out about his son. He and Steve were cuddling on the couch in the den. Steve watched baseball while Mark stared at the asses of the players worthy of an ogle. “Should I call him again?” “He won’t answer.” “What if he never comes home? What if that man kills him?” “Why don’t you take a hot bath and relax?” Steve caressed Mark’s hair. “Join me?” “Sure. The Dodgers are losing anyway.” Steve pointed the remote at the television and shut it off. Mark stood as Steve made it to his feet. “Kiss me.” Steve cupped Mark’s face and ran his tongue over his lips before he kissed him. Mark melted at the tenderness, falling against Steve. Steve picked him up to carry up the stairs to their bedroom. Mark rested his head on Steve’s shoulder, loving when Steve nurtured him, which was often. Steve set Mark on his feet in their room and began to undress him. Mark allowed Steve to take off his clothing, feeling soft and pliable in his powerful hands. Maybe it was the valium, or the worry for Alex, but Mark always felt loved by his man. Once Mark was naked, Steve stared at him while he undressed himself. Steve yanked off his clothing and embraced Mark instantly, pressing their naked bodies together. “Take me, Steven.” Mark didn’t think he could even get an erection, he was so spent from his long day and worry. “Baby.” Steve kissed his neck, his ear, his sideburn and jaw. Mark let his head drop back and savored the tickling kisses. “Fuck me, copper.” Mark raised his head and stared into Steve’s baby blues. Steve bit his lip. “You sure you’re feeling up to it?” “Yes, love.” Mark parted from their embrace and lay on his back on the bed. He bent his knees and spread his legs, caressing his own balls because he knew it would drive his lover crazy.

Steve’s cock thickened and began to rise. He knelt on the bed and pushed Mark’s legs against his chest, staring at Mark’s exposed ass. They both heard the front door. “Alex,” Steve said. “Impeccable timing.” Steve climbed off the bed and slipped on a pair of gym shorts as Mark did the same. They threw open the bedroom door and trotted down the stairs. Alex was in the kitchen, reading his phone as he opened the refrigerator. He spotted Mark and Steve at the threshold of the kitchen. “How did you know I was with a guy?” “Who is he?” Steve put his hands on his hips, confronting Alex. Mark walked closer, trying to see if Alex was indeed okay or if he had been upset or crying. “His name is Sam. Christ, Steve, he had the thickest dick I’ve ever sat on.” “Alex…” Mark rubbed his forehead and hair in anxiety. “How well do you know him?” “Just met him.” Alex removed a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. “What did you guys eat for dinner?” “Sit.” Steve pointed to the kitchen table. “Um, rather not.” Alex grinned, opening the beer with a bottle opener and drinking it. “He fucked you raw?” Mark crossed his arms over his bare chest. He was furious. “A cock that size? She-it.” Alex laughed. “Uh, dinner? Hello?” “We ate out.” Steve leaned on the counter. “Oh, I get it. You were at that Mexican place you always go to. Yes, we did ride past there.” Alex began opening cabinets, still grazing. “What’s. His. Name.” Steve was obviously trying not to explode as he enunciated the sentence slowly. “Sam.” “Sam what?” Alex shrugged. “Come on. I need food. I haven’t eaten since lunch.” He opened the freezer.

“Do you use condoms?” Mark had no idea what to do. In reality, he could do nothing. Alex gave him an exasperated glare. “Yes, father. I use condoms. He’s not a skank. He’s fucking incredible.” Alex gulped the beer. “Should I order a pizza?” “Alex, come on. You don’t even know this guy’s last name? You fucked him after just meeting him?” Steve asked. “Yeah. Look. I tried the relationship shit. It didn’t work. Now all I need is sex.” Alex removed the cereal from the cabinet. “This is going to taste like shit with beer.” Mark and Steve exchanged looks of exasperation. To change the subject because they were getting nowhere, Mark asked, “Have you heard rumors about Forever Young possibly being cancelled?” “Yes.” Alex filled a bowl with cereal. “They stopped all my gay sex scenes in the next episode. I have to bite a woman. Yuck!” Alex shivered to exaggerate his point. He poured milk over his corn flakes and leaned against the counter next to Steve to eat it. “It’s better than cancelling the show.” Steve looked at Mark as he spoke. “It’s a conspiracy to keep us all in the closet.” Mark sat down on a chair near the kitchen table. “Yup,” Alex said as he chewed. “That’s why I cruised for cock on Santa Monica Boulevard. Motherfuckers can’t stop me from being gay.” Mark felt like a light went on over his head. “Oh. Is that what this is about?” Alex didn’t answer, gobbling his bowl of cereal. “Great.” Steve rubbed his neck. “So you think fucking men you don’t know is the answer to ignorance.” “It’s my answer. In my own head.” Alex finished the milk in the bowl with a slurp and put it into the dishwasher. He took his beer with him and left the room. Mark ran his hands through his hair to get it out of his face. “He’s demented.” “No. He’s rebelling.” Steve held out his hand. “Come on.”

Mark walked up the stairs behind Steve, wishing he knew the solution to all the world’s problems. But he didn’t. He couldn’t even fix his own. ~ Jack heard the front door and paused in his reading. Adam entered the house and appeared exhausted. Getting to his feet, Jack approached him. “Hey.” He kissed him. “Hey.” Adam took off his shoes and walked to the bedroom, Jack in pursuit. “How are you?” “Tired, angry, frustrated…” Adam emptied his pockets onto the dresser. “Have you eaten?” “No.” Adam took off his work shirt and slacks, tossing them on the bed. Jack picked them up to drop into the hamper for cleaning. When Adam was down to his briefs, he rubbed his face tiredly. Jack embraced him, kissing his hair and neck. “You want to talk?” “I’m so fed up.” Jack made a soft sound to encourage Adam to continue. Adam met Jack’s gaze, caressing Jack’s cheek. “There’s a war on gays, Jack.” “I know.” “I thought we had made some pretty big strides out of the closet, but now? With them threatening to cancel Forever Young for the gay content…” “You heard that? That’s a fact?” “I spoke to Charlotte Deavers.” Adam sat on the bed with a bounce. “She said their main sponsors are getting flack from the conservative right.” “Jesus.” Jack sat beside him and caressed his back. “Can we get together enough proof of sexual discrimination for a lawsuit?” Adam gave Jack an exasperated glance. “Anyway. Now I may have to find those guys jobs. I have no idea who will even give them an audition with nothing but a controversial gay drama under their belt.”

“Come on. Those guys won awards. They won’t cancel the show.” “I don’t know what’s going to happen but I have to be prepared.” Adam fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun. Jack crawled beside him and continued caressing him gently. “What can I do to help?” “Nothing. It’s up to me to get them work when or if the shit hits the fan.” “Okay. What can I do to help you?” Jack cupped Adam’s crotch through his briefs. “I don’t know what I need more, food or a fuck.” Adam smiled weakly. “How about both?” Jack took off his shirt and scooted closer to connect their bodies. Adam stared into Jack’s gaze, running his hand over Jack’s hair. “Why does everyone care so much about men loving men?” “I don’t know. I have theories about it but I can’t tell you for sure.” Jack kissed Adam’s shoulder, digging his hand under his briefs to massage his cock and balls. “What are we doing to hurt anyone?” “Adam, you won’t figure out an answer. Ignorance isn’t logical. It’s about hate.” Jack had a feeling getting Adam hard at this moment would be impossible. “Let me whip up some dinner.” “You want to fuck me, Jack?” “Always, but I’ll wine and dine you first.” Jack stood off the bed and hauled Adam to his feet. “How was dinner with Mark and Steve?” Adam removed a pair of shorts from a drawer and put them on. “I brought Colt St. John from my office. I have a feeling he’s going to give Mark a nice BDSM session.” Adam laughed as he ran his hand through his dark hair, taming it. “That I have to see.” “You will. There’s no way the three of us are going to miss that.” Jack held Adam’s hand and began walking to the kitchen with him. “We have to think of what we’re going to make for dinner for Keith and Carl tomorrow night.” Adam sat on a high stool that

stood next to a marble topped island. The view through the back of the house was the silky white beach and the ocean. Jack poured him a glass of wine and kissed his lips before he handed it to him. The sun was just beginning to set low in the sky, sending sunshine directly into their kitchen through the windows and sliding door. “I’ll cook. You stop stressing.” “Love you, Larsen.” Jack crossed the room and nearly picked Adam up off the chair. “Love you too, Adam. So much.” He ran his tongue around Adam’s and parted to stare at him. “Please don’t worry. And this too shall pass.” “My mom used to say that.” Adam smiled, raising his wine glass. “Mine too.” Jack threw him another kiss and began preparing his man a meal.

Chapter 4 It was nearing one a.m. when LAPD SWAT lieutenant Billy Sharpe parked in front of the home he and Angel Loveday shared. It was a tiny two bedroom, one bathroom cottage on the beach in Santa Monica. A late call had come near the end of his shift and they’d dealt with a barricaded man with a gun. Luckily the man was taken into custody without anyone getting killed. At forty-two, Billy was wondering if these late hours were too much. He could be a lieutenant on a nine to five shift, he just worried he’d grow bored if he sat at a desk and didn’t work the streets. Another thing was bothering him. Alexander Richfield. Billy entered the house quietly, knowing Angel would be asleep. Oliver may or may not be home. He tended to stay at his new boyfriend’s house near the UCLA campus. Billy tossed his keys on the counter and opened the refrigerator for a beer. He cracked it open and drank it, leaning back on the counter to think, trying to unwind from a stressful day before he slept. The week Mark and Steve had gone to London, Alex stayed with them. It was a week he was trying to forget, but he couldn’t. Not in a million years. In his exhaustion he began to recall him and Alex doing naughty things while Angel and Oliver were out. Alex seducing him hadn’t been new or unusual. But falling prey to it was. Billy didn’t think anything that androgynous nymph could do would sway him into a sexual act. He was wrong. Billy listened to the nocturnal sounds. The windows were all open to cool off the cottage from the warm summer day. The soothing crash of the ocean waves penetrated the house, as well as the cool sea breeze. Working in LA summers, wearing dark clothing and a bullet proof vest, was as exhausting as the training and call volume. All he did was sweat. Billy finished the beer and let the bottle dangle from his fingertips. Most of the shift Billy had imagined a shower and a night’s rest. That’s what he looked forward to on the drive home.

Angel and his relationship had fallen into that comfort zone. One that was both wonderful and horrible. They were a pair, two together in their home, but their work was separate, they didn’t discuss either and the sex was… Lacking? No. Monotonous? Maybe. Billy didn’t feel the need to complain. But he and Angel had been together since Angel had a terrible stalking incident years ago. For nearly seven years he and Angel had managed to be a couple. Am I getting the seven-year itch? And do I want that itch scratched by Alex? Billy tossed the glass into recycling and made his way to his bedroom. In the darkness Billy removed his gun and badge from his belt, setting it on the dresser. Angel was sound asleep behind him. Billy undressed and rubbed his face tiredly. He crept out of the room and into the bathroom. He was too wiped out to shower. Instead he soaped up a washcloth and did a scrub down of his pits and crotch, then washed his face and brushed his teeth. Before he left the bathroom, he took a look at himself in the mirror. Both hands on the sink, he stared at his reflection, feeling worn out. The job did that. Burn-out was a good reason to stop being on the streets of LA. He scrubbed his coarse jaw, feeling the prickly stubble and yawned. Bedtime. Just as he turned off the light in the bathroom, the memory of the scent of Alex washed over him. It was wrong, it was betrayal to everyone around him…and it was the most incredible sex he had had in a long time. Billy walked to his bedroom and stripped off his briefs. He crawled under the sheet and felt Angel shift in his sleep. Billy curled around him, getting a slight hard-on from the contact of Angel’s body. Angel mumbled, “I’ve got to get up in a few hours.” Which meant—no. Billy rolled over so his back was towards Angel and faced the wall. Without the hot sex he and Angel had shared when they first met, Billy’s craving for Alex could only grow.

~ Keith O’Leary lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His husband Carl was asleep beside him. A check of the digital clock near the bed showed it was just past five a.m. With the hit series he and Carl starred in possibly coming to an end, Keith began recalling how it had all began. Adam Lewis had gotten him a part in a brand new, made-for-cable television show. It was a groundbreaking drama that was nearly…nearly…soft porn. A large proportion of the sex on the series was done nude, and only their cocks were spared the camera’s prying eyes. Of course the woman in the straight sex scenes had full frontal shots. It was fine for a naked woman to be exposed, but the minute the censors caught sight of a penis they went into a tailspin. Keith tossed under the blankets as he fumed. Adam had warned them. ‘Deny, deny, deny’, Adam had said when the tabloid press began to suspect he and Carl not only played lovers on the set, they were also lovers outside the series. Nothing we can do now. We’re out. So? Deal with it. Keith tried to decide what he would do if they couldn’t get another acting role. What do out of work actors do? Go back to being a waiter? Theater? What? “What’s wrong?” Carl moaned as all of Keith’s fidgeting woke him. “Did you really ask me that?” Carl snuggled closer and pulled Keith against his body. “The show is not cancelled yet, and if it is, we will find work.” “You do realize we get paid for making out and fondling each other. That will never happen again if we lose this series.” “I know. But don’t worry. If something horrible happens and it’s axed, we will both find a job we love. I trust Adam.” Keith exhaled loudly. “I don’t know what I’m more upset over, the slap to gay love being persecuted once more, or me being on the unemployment line in a crappy economy.” “Both.” Carl massaged Keith’s soft cock and balls in his palm. “Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.” “It’s okay.” Carl nestled closer to Keith, continuing to toy with him. “When we have dinner with Adam and Jack, we’ll feel more informed on what the future holds if the worst happens.”

Keith rolled to face Carl. Even in the dimness Keith could see Carl’s beauty. A man with Carl’s looks and acting ability should have been a superstar by now. If Keith thought about the lousy A-list actors who seemed to be in every big film release, he’d explode. Sons and daughters of has-been celebrities gobbled up the good parts. They were talentless, bland and revolting, yet they continued to be promoted as stars. Keith hated Hollywood for the nepotism. I’m no celebrity’s son. So? I’m done for. “You should be the next James Bond.” Carl laughed softly. “You’re a nut.” “You’re better looking than any man they’ve cast so far.” Keith cupped Carl’s jaw. “An ‘out’ Bond? Don’t hold your breath.” Keith went for Carl’s lips, kissing him, loving him like he had never loved another. This was his man and Keith would do everything in his power to make him happy. He parted from their kiss and stared into Carl’s green eyes in the dimness. “I love you.” Carl reacted with passion. He rolled on top of Keith and pinning him to the bed, straddling Keith’s hips. With both hands in Keith’s hair, Carl made contact with his lips and used his tongue to enter Keith’s mouth. Keith gave a soft sound and sucked it, growing excited at the seduction his lover was master of. His cock pulsated under Carl’s hot skin as the urge to climax began to grow. Carl parted from Keith’s lips and kissed his way down Keith’s body. In the dimmest of light Keith could make out Carl’s shaggy dark hair and muscular arms silhouetted against the sheer curtain of the window. Chills tickled each spot Carl pressed his lips against. They were so comfortable with each other’s bodies, both on and off camera, Keith craved his lover’s attention constantly. Yes, they had experimented with bringing a third man into their partnership, and neither of them had felt any jealously. Keith appreciated Carl for his open-minded attitude, in their love and in their social life. As Carl’s hot mouth surrounded Keith’s cock, Keith spread wide, submitting to Carl’s dominance. They swapped roles happily, but Keith preferred his man to top him.

Carl knelt between Keith’s thighs, one hand holding his cock upright as he drew hard suction as deep as he could. The other hand was massaging Keith’s balls and the root of his cock. “That’s it, lover-boy.” Keith began meeting Carl’s rhythm with his hips. What began as an easy pace, was soon escalating to a level where Keith knew he could come. Since Carl was aware of every sign, every whimper of Keith’s loving, he sensed Keith’s climb up the climax ladder. Wetting his finger, Carl began rubbing it around Keith’s rim. Keith shut out all the bad thoughts of unemployment and loss and let go. He jerked his hips faster into Carl’s mouth, making Carl moan and fist the base of Keith’s cock as he sucked. Carl pushed his finger into Keith’s ass and Keith came, opening his mouth and arching his back. Carl whimpered in pleasure and continued to fist Keith gently as he swallowed his cum. Keith recuperated, focusing on the lingering tingles in his groin as Carl reached into the drawer of the night table. Anticipating his lover’s needs, Keith bent his knees and exposed his ass for the taking. Carl rubbed lubrication inside Keith’s body and on himself. Once Carl had prepared them, he gripped Keith’s hips, jerking him closer, placing each of Keith’s legs on his shoulders. Keith blew out a long exhale and touched his softening cock as Carl began pushing his inside him. “How’s my man?” Carl asked, inching closer to being fully connected. “Better now.” Keith stared at Carl as he united them. Carl was taller and more muscular than Keith. He was very careful never to disregard Keith’s feelings. “Oh, my babe…you complete me, and I don’t mean that to sound like a fucking greeting card.” Carl laughed and met Keith’s body with total penetration. “That’s nice…” He held Keith’s thighs and began fucking him. Keith kept his eyes on Carl’s chest muscles as they twitched, watching Carl’s face begin to reflect his pleasure. And as Carl began making love to him, Keith also felt the internal massage bringing fire to his groin. He visualized the soft spongy head of Carl’s cock rubbing over his prostate. Because that was precisely

what was happening. Keith stretched out his cock, working on bringing it back to an erection. Could he come again? He didn’t know. But it felt so damn good. “Keith, I could fuck you for an hour.” Carl kept a steady pace of pulling out to the tip and thrusting deep inside. “Fuck me for an hour. We’ve done it before.” Keith jacked at his cock now that it was growing hard. “Mm. Man, how could something so incredible be so bad?” “Don’t talk about it or I’ll get angry.” “Sorry.” In the silence Keith forced himself not to stew on the reality of why their TV show may get the axe. As he watched his handsome man make love to him, Keith couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight. “I want to come.” Carl quickened his act. “Come for me, you fantastic superstar.” Keith pulled on his cock harder, feeling like he may be able to achieve another orgasm. He reached between his own legs, cupping his balls so he could feel his entire cock and Carl inside him. “Christ, look at you!” Carl gasped as he stared at Keith. “Holy shit. I’m there. You need more time?” Keith felt strong pleasure whirling inside him from Carl’s cock hitting his sweet spot. “Yes,” he choked out when the sensations began to overwhelm him. Coming with something inside him was always more intense. Carl kept fucking him. Keith assumed he was edging the climax because he didn’t feel Carl’s cock pulsating inside him yet. Keith reached down to touch the contact they were making, Carl’s slick cock running in and out of his ass. It was all Keith needed. He tensed up his muscles and squeezed his cock as he jacked it. Carl knew. He hammered into Keith, through Keith’s fingers which were around Carl’s cock as he fucked him. Keith pinched Carl’s cock between two fingers as he came, feeling the slick thickness begin to contract and throb inside him. Both of them came at the same time; Carl grunted and drove hard between Keith’s legs and Keith’s cock erupted for a second time, making a small white puddle on his pubic hair.

They gasped for breath and slowed down their motion. A few last tugs of his cock, and Keith released it, resting his hands on his chest to recuperate. Carl pulled out slowly, dropping Keith’s legs to the bed. He dove on Keith and embraced him. “I fucking adore you.” Keith smiled. He held onto Carl tightly. “We’ll be okay. As long as we’re together.” “Exactly.” Carl raised his head and pecked Keith on the lips.

Chapter 5 Trying to beat the heat on a summer’s day, Mark stood outside Alex’s door early Saturday morning before he and Steve went running. He listened first, then asked through the door, “You awake, love?” “I’m not coming running with you.” Mark opened the door, surprised Alex was awake. Not only was he awake, he was sitting up in bed with his laptop on his thighs. “Why not?” “Because you run too far on the weekends. How many times do I have to say it?” Mark stood beside Alex so he could see the screen. When he realized the site Alex was surfing he became concerned. “Rough Gods? Is this what you spend your time doing?” “Yes. I love these guys. Look how tough they are.” He spun the screen towards Mark. Having little influence on his son, Mark crouched down in his spandex running shorts and tank top, his hair in a ponytail and his baseball hat on his head. “Baby…” “Hm?” Alex clicked the keys on the small computer as if he had taken typing lessons in school. Mark had no idea if he had. “We’ll run less. How about three miles?” “I’m already logged onto a chat-room with one of these bruisers. Can you imagine getting fucked by that guy?” Alex enlarged a profile photo of a muscular man, covered in tattoos. Biting back his urge to grow angry and lecture, Mark rubbed Alex’s shoulder through his t-shirt. “How about it? Yes? Three miles will only take us twenty minutes.” Mark noticed something as he touched Alex’s thin cotton shirt. He drew it up from the bottom and gasped to see he had one of his nipples pieced. “When the bloody hell did you get this done?” Alex raised the shirt up higher so he could see. “Um, a month ago. Something like that.” “Does Steven know?” “Do I know what?” Steve stepped into the room, his sunglasses on top of his head, wearing a pair of blue gym shorts, running shoes, and no shirt. “This!” Mark pointed to the nipple ring.

Steve walked closer to take a look. “What’s next, Alex?” “Probably a tat.” Alex brushed Mark’s hand away and lowered his shirt. “Come for a run.” Steve nudged Alex’s leg. “Dad said you’ll only do three miles if I came.” Alex stared at Steve. “Fine.” Steve didn’t argue and Mark was glad. He tapped more keys on the computer. Mark could see him telling someone on instant message that he would be back later. Mark stood and gently urged Steve to the door. “We’ll wait downstairs for you, Alex.” “Okay.” Alex moved the computer to the bed and stood, taking off his shirt. Mark held Steve’s hand and headed down the stairs. When they were in the living room Mark crossed his arms over his chest. “How does he do it?” “What?” “Make me want to strangle him on a daily basis?” “Piercing and tattoos are all the rage. I’ve thought about getting one too.” “Really?” Mark brightened up. “What and where?” “Don’t know and don’t know.” Steve laughed and tapped the bill of Mark’s hat playfully. “Mm. Steven. A tattoo.” Mark picked up his sunglasses from the coffee table. “See?” Steve pointed at him. “Sexy. Right?” “Bollocks.” Mark pouted. “On you, not my baby boy.” “Baby boy? Alex is definitely a man, Mark. Ain’t no goin’ back there.” “I know, love. Doesn’t stop me from worrying about him.” Mark glanced at the upper floor to make sure they weren’t overheard. “Did you see the website he was on?” “No.” Steve made a face of apprehension. “I don’t want to know.” “What is this obsession with older tough men?” “Like the biker he was with last night?” Mark nodded, tugging at his tank top to make sure it wasn’t tucked into his black spandex. “I wish Billy were single now. How ironic is that?” He put his sunglasses on.

“Look, about that.” Steve closed the gap between them so they could whisper, “Don’t mention things like that to Jack. Unless…” Steve touched Mark’s jaw. “You don’t want to sabotage Angel and Billy’s relationship, do you?” Do I? Mark wondered how that would work with respect to opening Billy up to Alex’s advances. “I don’t think so. But, wouldn’t you want to know if I cheated on you?” “Again? Like you did with Keith and Carl?” “Oh!” Mark flinched. “I thought you’d forgotten that.” “No.” Steve crossed his arms over his naked chest. Mark licked his neck. “Well, forget it. That was bloody eons ago.” Alex bounded down the stairs. Mark’s eyes widened. “You are not wearing that!” “What?” Alex looked down at his tight white workout shorts. “I can see your penis and your pubic hair right through it!” “Tough shit. I’m a sexual being and no one’s going to stop me from proving it.” “Alex!” Mark put his hands on his hips. “Do you want me to run with you or not?” Alex sat on the bottom stair to tie his shoelaces. “Mark, forget it. You can’t win every battle.” “Bloody hell, Steven!” Mark gestured to Alex’s groin. “Shut up and let’s go.” Steve opened the front door, putting his sunglasses on. Mark waited until his son left the house first, then gave his ass a good slap. Alex jumped and spun around to glare at him. “I only let the guys who fuck me do that.” “Who the devil are you?” Mark was exasperated. Alex didn’t answer and met Steve who was already jogging down the block. Mark caught up and looked around the posh Bel Air neighborhood, hoping no one was offended by his son’s near nudity. ~ Steve jogged next to Alex with Mark close behind them. He peeked over at Alex, his hair blowing in the strong breeze his pierced nipple exposed for the world. Since none of them were laboring at the moment, Steve asked, “Are you dating Santiago?”

“No.” “So?” Steve hopped down a curb to cross the street. It was before seven a.m. on a Saturday, there was very little vehicle traffic in their neighborhood. “Just dating around?” Alex gave Steve an exasperated glance. “What?” Steve reacted to the anger. “Can’t I ask?” “Yes, I’m just dating around.” “He means fucking around,” Mark said, obviously hearing everything they discussed. “Fuck you.” “Alex,” Steve chided. “Don’t talk that way to your father.” As if he were furious, Alex stopped short, nearly making Mark collide with him. The three halted, breathing heavily and faced each other. Alex’s expression was so volatile Steve nearly stepped back as if Alex would strike him. “I’m sexual! All right? I like men. You got it? I will be with men anytime I like!” “Alex, calm down.” Mark looked around them and touched Alex’s arm to get him to continue running. “Let’s go.” They slowly resumed their pace and Steve could see Alex stewing. “What’s going on, Alexander?” “I am sick to death of everyone hating gay men.” Alex snarled. “I can’t fucking help it, can I? Should I force myself to touch a woman? Huh? Will that make everyone happy?” “No one is asking you to pretend you’re straight.” Steve knew his own battles with his parents, particularly with his ex-LAPD sergeant father, were brutal on this topic. “They are!” Alex shouted, then bit his lip. “The next episode is all straight sex. I bite a fucking woman! Why the hell does a gay vampire bite a woman?” Steve turned to look at Mark. He caught Mark’s shake of the head as if he got what was troubling Alex now. “Keith and Carl’s show may get cancelled all because of them being gay.” Alex sped up from his anger. Steve kept up with his pace. “Why?” Alex asked, “What the fuck is wrong with being gay?”

“Bloody hell, love! Are you trying to kill me? Slow the hell down!” Mark gasped for breath. Alex relented and resumed their usual stride. “Steve, I’m so tired of people hating me because I love men.” “I know. I get that.” Steve felt a shift in the political climate lately as well. He didn’t know if it was the media, or if there was a war on gays spurred on by the religious right. “Good. I will fuck who I want to fuck. No one is going to tell me who I can have sex with.” “Are they trying to turn your character straight, Alex?” Mark asked as they began to circle back to the house. The wind was blowing at their fronts now making it harder to talk and run. “I hope not. If they do, I’ll quit.” Steve flinched. “If you quit, you better get back into school. I mean now. Go to the campus and get back into class.” “No. Not yet.” Mark jogged beside them for a moment in the street while there were no cars parked on it. “You need a degree in something else, love. If you lose work as an actor, you must have a fallback plan.” “I’ll be a model, like you.” Steve battled against the heavy wind gusting at their faces. “It wouldn’t hurt if you had a degree, Alex. Isn’t there anything else you want to do if you can’t be a model or actor?” Steve caught another venomous sneer from Alex. “I’m just saying…” “Fuck you both! This is another reason I don’t want to run with you anymore.” Alex sprinted off. Steve and Mark tried to keep up and couldn’t. “Steven, I’m about to pass out!” He and Mark slowed their pace and jogged side by side as Alex’s lead grew. “I can’t believe they’re making his character straight.” Jogging, Mark blew hard as he caught his breath from the sprint Alex had made them run. “It’s insane. I agree with Alexander, Steven. Poor thing.” Steve understood Alex’s frustration, he just didn’t want to see him get hurt. By the time he and Mark made it back to the house, Alex was sitting on the front stoop, looking bored.

Steve removed the house key from his shoelace and reached over Alex to unlock the door for him. Alex used Steve’s leg to help him stand up, brushing against Steve as he did. When Steve caught Alex’s gaze he said softly, “I worry about you.” “I know.” Alex pecked him on the lips and entered the house. Steve held the door open for Mark who had removed his cap and sunglasses, wiping at his sweaty forehead. “It’s better in the mornings. I can’t handle running in the afternoon heat.” “Bitch, bitch, bitch…” Steve laughed, grabbing Mark’s black spandex-covered ass as Mark walked to the kitchen. Steve could hear the shower in the upstairs bathroom running. After Mark tossed his hat and sunglasses onto the kitchen counter, he reached into the refrigerator for two bottles of water. Knowing Alex was occupied on the second floor, Steve hooked his fingers into Mark’s waistband and tugged his shorts down. “Alex is home.” Mark placed one bottle of water on the island counter and drank from the other. “He’s in the shower.” Steve knelt in front of Mark, stripping Mark’s lower half of clothing down his thighs. “I actually love running in the mid-day heat. You used to let me rub ice all over your dick.” He took Mark’s soft cock into his mouth. “Nearly gave me heatstroke doing that. I prefer our shift to early mornings.” Mark leaned back against the counter as Steve drew harder suction. He removed Steve’s sunglasses and ran his fingers through Steve’s sweaty hair. As Mark’s cock began to engorge, Steve tugged his clothing to his ankles so he could touch between Mark’s legs. He caressed his hot balls, rolling them in his palm. Mark’s pubic hair tickled Steve’s nose until Mark’s cock grew, making him lean back as it did. Steve sucked it to the head and took a look at it. “Love your dick, Richfield.” “Well, if you plan on doing anything serious, we’d better hurry. I don’t need Alex seeing us.” Mark drank more of the water, tugging the rubber-band out of his hair. Steve held the base of Mark’s cock so he could lick and rub it all over his face. His own cock was throbbing in his gym shorts. “I used to throw you over the kitchen table and fuck you hard.” “Used to?” Mark chuckled.

“Come in my mouth.” Steve fisted Mark’s cock aggressively. “If you want it quick, get a vibrating toy and some lube.” Steve moaned and put the head of Mark’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He closed his eyes and imagined Mark wearing the leather bondage outfit Jack had bought him, a harness with a cock ring and studs. “You guys making breakfast?” Steve jerked back from Mark’s cock and cupped his hand over it. Mark reached for his shorts and tried to bring them up his legs. Alex just shook his head and opened the refrigerator. “Well?” “We’ll make something.” Mark appeared ruffled and began leaving the room. “I’ll see you upstairs, Steven.” Steve’s heart pounded in his chest. “That was a quick shower.” He wiped at his mouth, but Alex obviously wasn’t giving it another thought. “I’m twenty-two. I don’t need a half hour to jack off.” He filled the coffee carafe with water and set up the drip machine. “What are your plans today?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “I have to memorize the fucking lousy script.” Alex scooped coffee grounds into the filter. “I can help you if you want.” Alex stopped what he was doing, meeting Steve’s gaze. “Yeah?” Steve shrugged. “How hard can it be?” “You never offered before.” Alex started the coffee brewing and folded up the bag of grounds. “Mark usually helps you out. But I can.” Alex crossed the room to stand nose to nose with him. “I’d like that.” Steve wondered if Alex could catch the scent of his father’s body on him. He stepped back. “Okay. Let me just shower.” “Thanks, Steve.” “No problem.” Steve walked out of the room, turning back to see Alex removing mugs from the cupboard. ~ Mark stood under the hot shower spray trying to block out the sensation of impending doom he normally got from the media

spewing news of gloom and destruction, his own self-doubt, and his son’s behavior. His heart was beating hard in his chest as if he were getting an anxiety attack. He had an appointment with his psychiatrist on Monday and hoped he could keep sane until then. The door to the bathroom opened and Steve walked in naked, sliding back the glass shower door and staring at him. “We shouldn’t get naughty outside our bedroom and bath, Steven.” Mark gave Steve space to enter the shower with him. “I know.” Steve closed the door and stood under the spray, wetting down. “Did he make a crude comment when I left?” “No. He’s stopped tormenting us at least.” Steve poured shampoo into his palm and washed his hair. Mark picked up the bar of soap and began washing Steve’s genitals, working Steve’s cock and balls in his slippery hands. Steve parted his legs for balance and rinsed his hair. Steve’s cock responded, so Mark got him good and soapy. “I wonder what a session with Colt St. John will be like?” “I don’t know, but I’m dying to get you in one.” Steve thrust out his pelvis, holding the wall and shower door for balance. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?” “Mm. Or me fuck you?” Mark winked at him, pulling Steve’s cock through his hands while he knelt before him. “So good we haven’t tired of each other, love. You hear of it so much.” “No chance of that, gorgeous.” Steve hissed out a breath. “You have a lovely cock, love. It’s picture perfect.” Mark ran his thumb under the head, making it pulsate. “Thanks for saying that. I sometimes feel it’s in the shadow of yours.” “You are a silly prat.” Mark stroked Steve’s balls which were soft and warm from the hot shower. “Do you want me to suck it, or fuck it?” “Both.” Steve smiled. “Decide.” Mark raised an eyebrow at him. “I wanna fuck, fuck, fuck you.” Steve jammed his cock into Mark’s palms with each syllable.

Mark soaped up his hands, stood and faced his back to Steve. With the intention of showing off, Mark made his own ass slick with foamy bubbles, spreading his legs wide. Before Mark had even finished the show, Steve was poking his cock at his rim. Mark braced himself on the marble wall and waited. Steve took the soap and made sure Mark was lubricated, inside and out. Once the pressure of Steve’s cock began to penetrate Mark, he let out a loud sigh and closed his eyes. Flashes of being tied up, topped by big muscular men, like the ones Alex craved, made Mark shiver. “Fuck me good.” “Almost all the way in.” Mark felt Steve filling him and shivered, his cock wagged between his legs, the steam of the hot water swirled around him. “I get so fucking horny after a run.” Steve reached around Mark’s hips to his cock and squeezed it. “Me too.” Mark pushed back so Steve’s length completely penetrated. “That is exquisite.” “Ready, hot stuff?” “Indeed.” Mark looked down at Steve’s hand surrounding his cock. The moment Steve began thrusting, Mark was lit internally by the friction. He met Steve’s rhythm, pumping into his hand as Steve worked on making both of them come. “Oh, Richfield, just looking at my cock in your tight ass has me edging the climax. You close?” “Yes, love. Go for it.” Mark closed his eyes as visions of leather and feathery whips began to make him gasp. Behind him Steve jammed his cock into him, grunting in a way that Mark knew and loved. A rush of orgasmic fire created a hot sensation in his groin. Mark clasped his two hands over Steve’s and fisted with him in a mad wet blur. “Ah! Ah!” Mark felt his entire body embrace the pleasure. Cream ran out of his slit down his and Steve’s fingers just as Steve pressed hard against his back and his cock began to throb. Mark closed his eyes to sense every contact point he and Steve made. Steve pulled out and spun around to rinse. Recuperating, Mark watched him, touching his own cock as it softened. “Now I’m shattered.”

Steve guided Mark under the water and slid the door back to grab a towel behind him. “Alex wants breakfast. I’ll make French toast or something.” “All right, love.” Mark shut the water and took the towel Steve handed him. “We need to get in touch with Colt. Soon.” Steve’s blue eyes were on fire as he spoke. “Yes, love. But you need to be his sub too if you wish.” Mark used the towel to wipe his face. Steve blushed visibly at the comment and didn’t reply. Mark knew being submissive was not how Steve wanted to be perceived. But even a tough ex-LAPD cop can enjoy a bit of dominating. Mark smiled to himself, as if he knew Steve’s secret.

Chapter 6 It was early Saturday morning, but Adam wanted to make sure dinner was perfect for Keith and Carl. He hadn’t socialized with them on a regular basis but since the show had the potential of being cancelled, Adam felt as if he needed to do something special. Standing at the kitchen sink, Adam began cleaning vegetables for a salad as Jack scraped the grill which was on their patio behind the house. From where Adam stood he could see both Jack and the fabulous beach and ocean behind him. Jack glanced up and they caught eyes. In the middle of peeling a carrot, Adam lost himself. Jack Charles Larsen was the best thing that had ever happened to him. While Adam had to become every celebrity client’s nanny, therapist, and babysitter, Jack was the one Adam could turn to for his strength. Even with his highlighted blond hair, his sky blue eyes and the body of an Adonis, Jack was more beautiful because of his incredible urge to give; not only to his friends, but to the community. If there was a cause to battle against homophobia and ignorance, Jack was the lawyer to call. Jack threw him a kiss through the glass. In the warmth of the summer, the air conditioning and all the ceiling fans were on, so the house was sealed shut. Adam put his carrot and peeler down in the sink and wiped his hands on a dish towel just as Jack got a gleam in his eye. They met at the back sliding door. Jack opened it, entered and closed it behind him. His chest gleamed with sweat from scouring the grill in the sun. Adam threw his arms around his neck and kissed him, feeling the perspiration on Jack’s top lip, tasting the salty flavor. Jack scooped Adam into his arms and carried him to their bedroom. Having been through enough shit in his life to fill a horror novel, Adam knew a good thing when he had it. And Jack was the best thing in his life. Laid down gently on the bed, Adam quickly wriggled out of his shorts and polo shirt as Jack lowered his shorts and briefs down his legs. The ceiling fan over the bed spun, creating cooling gusts of wind.

“Get the hell over here, Larsen.” Jack walked to the nightstand, getting the lube before he lay down on the bed with Adam. As they embraced, Jack said, “You like my sweat?” “Fuck yeah.” Adam licked Jack’s neck. Not only could he taste him, he could feel the intense heat Jack had absorbed from the sun radiating from his skin. He cupped the back of Jack’s head, digging his hands into his feathery hair, and met his lips again. Jack nudged Adam’s thighs apart and moved between them, going for Adam’s cock with both hands. I got you. Not Richfield. Me. Though Adam understood that Jack had loved Mark since they were in college together, he also knew Jack was truly his. There was no jealousy. If Jack had a craving to screw Mark, both he and Jack would screw Mark together. They parted mouths. Adam caught his breath as Jack used the lube to make him slick. With the preparation came the fabulous foreplay and a delicious prostate rub. Adam didn’t exclusively bottom, but right now, he wanted his big lover to top him. Adam grew weary of being in charge of his nagging stable of actors. He wanted someone else to be the boss of him on his off time. Jack went for Adam’s cock as he pushed his fingers into Adam’s ass. With Jack sucking him and finger-fucking, Adam began to rise. “Jack…just like that.” Adam caressed Jack’s neck and shoulder as Jack drew hard and fast suction. Anything that had been troubling Adam was chased from his mind. The pleasure began to rush through Adam’s groin and make his skin tingle. With the growing urge to climax, Adam began rocking his hips into Jack’s mouth, holding Jack’s head to gain maximum penetration and bucking against the sensation in his ass. “Jack…fuck…” Adam went into an orgasm and threw his head back into the bedding. Jack moaned and sucked harder, rubbing hot friction inside Adam. He hissed through his teeth and wanted it to linger. Jack knelt up, wiped his mouth, tugged Adam closer, and pointed his cock towards Adam’s rim.

His body still recovering and vibrating from the intense climax, Adam watched Jack do what he loved—make love to him. Once Jack was deep inside Adam, he met Adam’s gaze. The expression on his lover’s face was enough to keep Adam content forever. No whips, no leather gear, no dildos…what he and Jack shared was intimate, personal, and perfect. Save the toys for Mark. With you, I don’t need them. Adam enjoyed Jack’s climb into heaven. He watched his chest muscles twitch as he jerked his hips against Adam’s body. “Come for me, you fabulous god.” Jack’s sensual snarl appeared and he fucked Adam like he worked out, hard and powerfully. A deep masculine grunt preceded the pulsating of Jack’s cock in his ass. Adam closed his eyes just to feel the sensation and savor it. Heat pumped out of every pore of Jack’s skin as he came. His blond hair stuck to his forehead as he dripped with perspiration. Adam wanted to lick every running drop off Jack he was so wild about him. “Good one, babe?” Jack huffed for a breath and pulled out. “When the hell isn’t it good with you, Lewis?” Adam laughed. Jack used his forearm to wipe his face. “Fuck, that was nice.” “Back to preparing our gourmet meal?” Adam touched his own flaccid cock. “The grill is clean.” Jack climbed off the bed and reached out for Adam, hauling him up. “Thank you.” Adam headed to the bathroom to wash. “What else can I do?” Jack turned on the shower. “Fix up a marinade for the chicken?” “Consider it done.” Jack kissed Adam as he climbed into the tub. They rinsed quickly and in ten minutes Adam was back at the sink peeling his carrot, as Jack whipped up a tangy chicken marinade. The high from their love-making began to dissipate as Adam once again worried about Keith and Carl. ~ Strolling on the sandy beach, Billy was off from work. On a rotating shift, Saturdays and Sundays off were hit and miss. This

sunny hot weekend in July he was free, not saddled with a bullet proof vest, a heavy gun holster and utility belt, and long pants. Though he had his small off duty pistol and badge clipped to the waistband of his shorts, he was in a t-shirt and carried his leather loafers. A contrast from his heavy, dark SWAT uniform. While Angel worked in his bookshop in Redondo Beach, ‘The Uncut Buzzard’, Billy walked the beach across from it. Before Angel opened the shop with his only employee, Summer Thompson, he and Angel had a bagel and a cup of coffee in the café next door. Now Billy had a day to kill by himself. Billy padded through the wet sand near the lapping tide, his feet feeling cool in the ocean water. During summer the beach filled up quickly with bathers, surfers, and sun worshipers. But at ten a.m. it was still calm. Even the lifeguards hadn’t come on duty yet. The ocean breeze whipped against Billy in strong gusts. He nudged his sunglasses higher on his nose and stuck his right hand into his pocket. Alex kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock… “Stop,” he told himself out loud as if his thoughts needed to be controlled externally. He walked away from the waves to dry sand. While it was still slightly peaceful, Billy sat down and brushed off his feet, staring at the breaking waves. He slipped on his shoes and daydreamed. Fucking Alex in his bedroom. Alex’s face when he came. Billy removed his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes. He ran his hand through his short hair and stuck the glasses back on his nose. Why am I still thinking of Alex? Why? Could it be because the sex with Angel has lost the heat? The passion? Yes, but isn’t it up to both of us to get it back? Angel didn’t have a police fetish like Alex and his father Mark did. So, wearing any type of uniform wouldn’t bring back the fire. If Billy thought about it, after seeing Angel’s soft porn films over and over, he came to the conclusion there wasn’t much Angel hadn’t done previous to them meeting. They had fallen into the pattern most couples did when the ‘thrill’ of the romance was gone. Looking around first to make sure no one was around, Billy said to himself, “We get along well. I have no complaints.” But

he did. Though the companionship was nice and he had a wonderful man to enjoy around his hectic work schedule, Billy was unhappy with the sex. And that regret made him continually think of Alex. Billy leaned back on his hands, his fingers feeling the cool sand under the hot dry surface. There is no future in Alex as a partner. If we did hook up, it would be me taking care of him. I don’t want that. Do I? “No.” I just want to fuck him. As Billy thought that, he knew he was lying to himself. He loved Alex. A lot. And the thought of he and Alex being a couple excited something very primal and deep inside him. He sat up, brushed off his hands, and took his phone out of his short’s pocket. Billy scrolled through his numbers. It had been a couple of weeks since Alex’s last call to him. He found it. Staring at the ocean, trying to find sanity when what he wanted to do was not sane, Billy looked back at the strip of retail stores. The café, Angel’s bookstore, the mystic shop… He put the phone to his ear after he hit a button to ‘call’ the listed number. “Hello?” Billy regretted it instantly. He knew he should hang up. “Who is this?” He disconnected the call and sat for a moment to digest it. His phone rang. Alex’s number. You started it, Sharpe. He answered. “Yes?” “Billy?” Alex sounded like he was hyperventilating he was so excited. “I…uh…just wanted to see how you’ve been.” “Not good. Why? Did Dad call you?” “No, Alex, he hasn’t.” Billy stood, brushing the sand from his legs. He began walking back to his pickup truck which was in the parking area behind the strip of shops. “What’s wrong?” “The stupid show is either cutting back on my gayness or killing it. They have me bite a woman for the first time.” Billy passed by the front of the retail stores, not looking up at the bookstore as he made his way to the parking lot. “I heard

Forever Young may be getting canceled. Probably the same deal.” “I’m so angry, Billy. I can’t handle it.” “I know, sweetheart. But hang in there.” He pointed his key fob at his truck and disarmed it, opening the door, sitting behind the wheel and starting up the engine. “Pisses me the fuck off. I’m ready to quit.” “Don’t. Don’t sacrifice your career. This is your first starring role.” Billy powered down the windows as cars began filling the parking area for their day at the beach. “Can…can I see you?” Billy knew that question was going to come. He also knew he had initiated it. “Are you at work?” “No, not today.” Billy removed his off duty weapon and badge from his waist and put them into the glove box. They’d been digging into his torso as he sat behind the wheel. “Is Angel working?” Guilt hit him. This fling with Alex was over. This was done and gone, and now I’ve stirred it up. I have no one but myself to blame. “Billy?” “I just wanted to see how you were. That’s all.” “Can we have coffee or something?” Though it sounded innocent, Billy knew what seeing Alex alone would do. “I don’t think so.” “I won’t touch you. Honest. I just want to talk.” “Can’t you talk to your dad or Steve?” Billy looked down at his crotch. He gave his dick a pinch, knowing it was already interested in a meet with this doll. “No. They’re into nagging me constantly. Billy, please. Five minutes?” “Do you know where the Starbucks is in Torrance on—” “No, Billy, not a coffee shop. If Angel is at the bookstore, let me come to your place.” “That’s not a good idea.” Billy’s cock throbbed so he held it between two fingers. “I promise. Scout’s honor. I won’t touch you. I know you and Angel are a couple. I was wrong. That won’t happen again.”

“Were you a scout?” “Yes. And I sucked an eagle scout once. They didn’t give out badges for that though.” Billy laughed and then moaned, taking off his sunglasses and rubbing his face. “Billy?” “Yes?” “Do you not want to meet me at your place because…I still tempt you?” Billy shifted in the seat, beginning to sweat. He turned on the air conditioner and shut the windows. “It’s too tempting for us both.” “Isn’t Oliver there?” “No. He pretty much stays with his new friend near the campus.” “Shit. He’s moved in with that guy? That sucks!” “Do you still have feelings for him?” “I don’t know. I just don’t want him to move on so easily, you know?” “I get it. You haven’t met anyone you like enough to date yet, Alex?” “No.” “It’s not easy. I know. But you’re the complete package, babe. Someone will find you and give you what you deserve.” “Yeah? I’m the complete package? Did you really say that?” Billy changed hands and wiped his sweaty palm off on his shorts. “Where do you think you’re lacking?” “You see?” Alex took a loud breath of air. “This is the kind of shit I never hear from Dad and Steve. They make me feel like I’m still ten.” “Look, Alex, it’s a coffee shop or nothing.” “Fine. Which Starbucks?” “Torrance. I think it’s on Crenshaw Boulevard.” “Hang on, I’m Googling it.” Billy assumed they could keep their libidos under control in a public café. He also knew no one they knew would see them together in that location. “Got it. Be there as soon as I get on the road.”

“Okay.” Billy hung up and put the phone into the cup holder. “It’s just a conversation.” He fastened his seatbelt and put the car into reverse. “Nothing more.” ~ “You headed out?” Steve looked up from the newspaper sports pages as he relaxed in the den. “Yes.” Alex checked his wallet for money. “Where?” “Out.” Mark approached him, coming from the kitchen. “Please tell me you didn’t arrange a sexual liaison with one of those bikers.” “Yup. How’d you guess? Bye.” Alex waved and left through the front door, not looking back. The sun was already warming the cool morning air and not a cloud formed in the sky. Alex climbed into his red Mustang and lowered the blasting music when he started the engine. He tapped the address of the coffee shop into his navigation system and waited for it to begin tracking. Taking his sunglasses from the console, he put them on and backed out of the driveway. He had a script to memorize for Monday, but what if he didn’t? What if he protested by refusing to learn it? Would they fire him? “Looks like I’m going to see just how much the producers think I’m worth.” Alex glanced at the digital map and headed to Torrance. He felt sexy. Thinking of Billy calling him, even if it was just to ‘talk’, was hot. Alex never grew tired of jerking off to the memories of sucking or getting fucked by that lieutenant. Was there anything hotter than a gay-LAPD-SWAT-officer? “Nope.” Alex reached into his shorts to adjust his cock as it thickened. Once he made himself comfortable, he blasted the music and sung to the lyrics. ~ Billy sat in his silver Ford F10 pickup, ‘on surveillance’ for Alex’s arrival or to abort the plan if he noticed anyone familiar. He didn’t know anyone who lived in this town, but did know its coffee shops from living many years in the LA area. If he and Alex were spotted talking, what would Billy use as an excuse? Wasn’t it normal for Alex to look to him for guidance?

“Yeah. Tell Steve that.” Billy began to get cold feet and thought it was smarter to cancel. He picked up his cell phone and was about to dial when someone leaned into his driver’s window. “Hey.” Billy jumped at seeing Alex so close and he was hit with a wash of nerves. “Oh. Hi. Uh, let me get out.” “Okay.” Alex backed up. Billy looked at Alex’s tiny red shorts and midriff top. There was nothing discreet about that young man. He strutted his stuff proudly, out, gay and gorgeous. Billy glanced at the glove box, wondering on leaving his gun and badge. Never a good idea. He popped it open and grabbed both, standing beside the truck to clip them back on his waistband. “Wow. Okay. I’m hard.” Alex laughed. “Yeah, well.” Billy tried to play it down. “My luck the shop will get held up and I won’t be able to do anything.” He shut the truck door and felt like he was on a first date he was so anxious. Being seen with someone as comfortable in their sexuality as Alex began to rattle Billy. Some of the men he worked with knew he was gay, but he didn’t broadcast it. There was no reason to. “You’re going to be cold in the air conditioning in that outfit.” “I’m usually hot. I’ll be fine.” Alex made his way with confidence to the front entrance. Billy ogled his tight ass and black Doc Martins with white socks. Christ, he’s sex on a fucking stick. The minute he walked in behind Alex, the room felt as if it became electrically charged. As Alex made his way to the line at the counter, Billy could hear people whispering his name and pointing. “Fuck.” “What?” Alex spun around. “I forgot you’re so famous.” Billy wished he had thought things out. When people began taking photos with camera phones, Billy chickened out. “I can’t do this.” He retreated and left the coffee shop. He could hear Alex behind him and felt his touch on the arm. “Billy, wait. Are you afraid to be seen with a gay man?”

He stopped fleeing and faced Alex. The pain in Alex’s expression nearly killed Billy. He caressed his smooth cheek. “No, sweetie. I’m thinking about Angel and your father’s reaction to us seeing each other. Even for coffee.” “That’s why I wanted to go to your place.” Alex laughed but it sounded as anxious as Billy felt at the moment. The pang of nerves shook Billy. He could face armed felons, but being seen with the incredibly pretty Alexander Richfield made him quake in his shoes. Billy focused on Alex’s lips, his soft pout, his long dark shaggy mane blowing in the breeze, his watery green eyes… “Come…” “Come? Like in ejaculate?” “N-no. Come to the cottage.” Billy swallowed down a dry gulp. He wanted Alex. He knew he did. “You sure? What if Oliver comes home? I don’t want to see Oliver again.” “This was a very bad idea.” “No. No, Billy, it wasn’t. I do need to talk to you. If you only knew the shit that’s going on at the studio.” There it was. Alex’s pout, his helplessness. Billy could eat it up. “Where? Seriously, Alex. You are known everywhere.” While Alex looked around the busy parking lot, Billy got lost on his treasure trail under his belly button. “Hang on.” Alex took his phone out of his back shorts pocket. He leaned on a car and glanced at Billy, meeting his eyes. The sensuality of Alex’s leer made Billy’s skin prickle. “Hey. Can I use your room?” Alex licked his lips but not in an overt sexual tease. “Yeah. Uh, ‘bout an hour, two max?” Alex stared at Billy’s crotch. It felt like Alex was stroking it from the intensity of his gaze. “Okay. Thanks.” Alex closed his phone and said, “I have a place to talk if you’re still into it.” “Where?” “Near the UCLA campus.” “That’s where Oliver is hanging out.” “Then I have no idea where we should go.” Alex crossed his arms, looking frustrated.

“Follow me to the cottage. Oliver never goes there anymore and Angel is working ‘til four.” “Okay.” Billy headed to his truck, looking back at Alex as he did the same. Seeing that young man’s body did nothing for Billy’s selfcontrol. All he could think about was fucking him.

Chapter 7 Alex drove down the familiar coastal highway. He and Oliver had dated for nearly three years and driving to the tiny cottage by the sea was something Alex could do in his sleep. The last time he was there, he’d felt unwelcome and rejected. It wasn’t easy to drive down that path again. Billy parked first, in front of the garage. Alex did the same behind him. As he shut off his truck, he watched Billy’s body language. The man looked completely conflicted. “I can’t do this to him.” Alex rolled down his window and Billy noticed, walking over. “Billy…” Alex’s eyes burned as he felt emotional. “I can’t fuck you up again.” Billy crouched down beside him. “It’s tough to do something that’s not right, isn’t it?” “Yes. It is.” Alex turned off the car and faced Billy, touching his hand as it rested on the frame of the opened window. The amount he wanted Billy was making him ache. With a man like Billy Sharpe, Alex would be content and stop his one night stands instantly. But Billy was not a single man. “Have you and Angel gotten married?” “No, cupcake. We didn’t.” Billy glanced back at the roadway behind them as cars sped by. “Then…you’re just living together, right? No contracts, no domestic partnerships?” “Nope. Just trust.” Billy lowered his head. “And that’s stronger than paper.” “Fuck!” Alex hit the back of his head against the headrest in frustration. “Stop. Don’t do that.” Alex opened the car door, making Billy back up and stand straight. He walked to the front door and waited. It took a moment but Billy met him there, unlocking the door, pushing it back. Alex entered, seeing the place exactly as he left it—the same couch and loveseat, the slight hint of a sea or maritime motif. He spun around and watched as Billy removed his gun and badge taking them into the bedroom, like he always did.

Alex stood at the threshold of the bedroom, waiting. That bed. Angel and Billy’s bed. He and Billy had fucked on it. “Let me get us something to drink. Okay?” “Billy…” “I know, babe. I know.” Billy brushed against him to get passed, and the touch made Alex crazy. Billy checked the time. “Too early for beer?” “No.” Alex entered the kitchen. Nothing had changed. Even the magnets on the refrigerator were the same. Billy removed two bottles from the fridge and handed Alex one. Alex took it and inspected the label. “No?” Billy unscrewed the cap. “Steve’s got me spoiled on microbrews.” He twisted off the top and drank a sip. “Let’s go sit on the back porch.” He gestured for Alex to follow. Billy opened the rear door of the cottage and immediately Alex could hear the sound of the waves coming through the screened enclosure. He sat on the spongy wicker loveseat and tucked one leg under himself. Billy joined him, letting out a loud exhale and staring at the beach. “What do you do on the days Angel works?” “The usual. Work out, veg, sleep.” Billy sucked at the neck of the beer bottle. Alex slid closer so he could touch Billy’s knee. “How’s work?” Letting his legs fall into a wide straddle, Billy held the bottle between them in both hands. “I’m burned out. I thought I would stay in SWAT for a few good years, but I’m tired of it.” Alex rubbed the soft hair on Billy’s knee gently. “Can you move into a different department? You know, like homicide?” “No way. Homicide is worse. You get called out off duty. Bad enough I’m called out while on duty.” He tipped the bottle back again, drinking nearly all of the contents. “Sorry, Billy.” “Yeah, that’s the breaks. I could work some desk job but I can’t stand the thought. Anyway,” he faced Alex, turning towards him, “What’s going on at work for you?”

Alex set the beer bottle down on the table beside him. “They’ve removed all my character’s gayness.” “How?” “The next episode is nothing but straight sex and I bite a fucking woman.” Alex cringed. Billy did not look amused. He placed his empty bottle beside him as well, giving Alex his undivided attention. “Did you talk to anyone about it?” “Like who?” “Who’s in charge?” “Who’s really in charge or who pretends to be?” Billy smiled but it was a sad smile. “I get it. Pressure from the extreme right once again? What this time? One the advertising sponsors?” “That’s my guess.” “What did you hear? Are they just making threats? Or…?” “I haven’t asked anyone about it yet. I just got the script yesterday.” “So this is the first episode without gay sex.” “Yes.” “Are you sure they’re not just following a separate storyline and won’t come back to normal next week?” “I’d agree with that if they hadn’t just threatened to cancel Forever Young.” Alex glanced at Billy’s crotch. His shorts bulged from his cock and balls. Alex could easily visualize Billy’s naked body. “I can see how that would affect your opinion.” “Why does the world hate gays, Billy?” Alex scooted closer so their legs were touching. “The world doesn’t. But a few vocal assholes make us think it does.” “Why would anyone care whom I chose to love?” Again Billy smiled. “That’s a good question.” “Are you out at work?” “To close friends, yes.” “What would happen to a gay lieutenant?” “Nothing. I should hope I have proven myself by now.”

Alex smoothed his hand up Billy’s thigh to the edge of his shorts. “Have you ever taken reports of gay men getting bashed?” “No. Not yet. And I hope I never do.” “You helped Dad once. He spoke about being on a shoot at some dingy apartment and you saved him. He won’t tell me the details.” “I can’t tell you if he doesn’t want you to know. But he was okay. We got there before anything horrible happened.” “I sometimes wonder if the way I act and dress won’t get me killed one day.” Alex peered down at his attire. “I suppose I broadcast gayness, but I don’t want to hide who I am.” “I understand that. It’s a fine line.” “Why? Why does it have to be? Can’t I be who I am?” “Yes, you can be. You are.” “I get afraid.” “We all do sometimes.” Alex rested his head on Billy’s shoulder. Billy raised his arm to lay it around Alex, holding him. “I can’t imagine you ever being afraid. You’re so smart and tough.” “Even I have fears, Alex.” Billy kissed his hair. Alex closed his eyes while it lasted and then stared at Billy’s crotch. It was right there if he wanted to touch it, he just didn’t know if Billy would push him away. “I’m enjoying this.” “Me too.” Billy ran his fingers through Alex’s hair. “Dad and Steven are so judgmental. I can’t really sit and talk like this with them.” “I find that very hard to believe.” Alex looked up. Billy’s lips were close enough to kiss. “It’s true. The ridicule for everything I do is constant. I can never please them.” “You know that’s not true. Both of those men are very proud of you.” “They don’t show it.” Alex stared into Billy’s eyes. He couldn’t help that he was attracted to him. As slowly as he could Alex leaned forward, aiming for Billy’s lips. When they made contact, Alex moaned and turned to face him, allowing them a better kiss. The tenderness made Alex

delirious. Billy cupped his cheek so affectionately, like a guardian, yet the kiss was like a lover. The perfect combination in a man, in Alex’s opinion. Their tongues touched and Alex relented to Billy’s dominance even in this. He allowed Billy’s tongue to enter his mouth, sucking it lightly, caressing it with his own tongue. They parted to stare at each other. Alex’s heart was beating hard under his ribs. ~ Billy couldn’t get enough of Alex’s youth or vulnerability. If anyone laid a finger to harm him, Billy would execute the culprit himself with street justice. The pairing of Alex’s innocence with his promiscuous attire made Alex so attractive to Billy, he was losing control. When Alex bit his bottom lip, his eyes watery, with dark long lashes surrounding them like markings on a monarch butterfly wind, Billy lost control. He grabbed Alex’s face in both hands and devoured him, kissing him with more force and passion. Alex whimpered and rubbed Billy’s forearms, running up to his biceps, squeezing them. Bill began pushing Alex back so he was lying on the cushions. He knelt between Alex’s legs and kept one foot on the floor beside them. Once Alex was reclining, Billy smoothed his hand up Alex’s stomach to his chest, under the skimpy midriff. He reached for his left nipple and felt a tiny metal loop. That was new. Billy parted lips from a breathless Alex to look. He raised his shirt up and spotted the tiny gold ring. “Wow.” “Yeah?” Alex smiled. Billy leaned closer to it. “Is it still sore?” “Not really. Why? Is it red?” Alex tried to look. Billy kissed it gently, using the tip of his tongue to touch it. “Oh, Billy…you’re not kidding ‘wow’.” Leaning back, taking in the whole image of Alex with his nipple ring and the large bulge in his shorts, Billy nearly ravaged the young man. Alex had become an icon. It didn’t take long for a boy this beautiful to be on every teen magazine, gay tabloid, and splashed across the World Wide Web like so many young celebrity sensations ever to be idolized by the screaming horde. But this star, Billy knew. He wasn’t taken in by celebrity. Most of the B-list stars in LA had been arrested by his fellow

officers, pulled over for drunk-driving, dope, assault, and any number of criminal offenses. Not Alexander Mark Richfield. The boy was smart, honest, and law abiding. He didn’t do drugs, he didn’t flaunt himself as a prima donna or turn into a condescending brat. Alexander had kept his humility in the face of extreme stardom. And he needs me. The irony wasn’t lost on Billy. “You okay?” Billy’s attention returned to Alex’s green eyes. “You are amazing, Alex.” “Me?” Alex’s cheeks blushed. “Oh, sweetheart, yes you.” Billy rubbed his face against Alex’s skin, inhaling him. Alex moaned and spread his legs as wide as he could with the sofa’s back limiting him. “I want you in me, Billy. I know it’s wrong.” Alex used both his hands to run down Billy’s chest, cupping it. There was no answer as to why Alex got him wild with excitement and Angel no longer did. No answer that would be logical. It was all about needs, and Alex gave Billy exactly what he needed. He placed both his feet on the floor and coaxed Alex to stand. Holding Alex’s hand, Billy led him to the tiny area between both bedrooms and in front of the only bathroom. Instead of going into his and Angel’s bedroom, he went inside Oliver’s. The bed had been stripped since Oliver no longer slept there. Pillows, sheets, and blankets were folded on the foot of the bed. “He really doesn’t stay here anymore.” Alex looked around the four walls. Billy stopped. “You okay?” Alex sat on the bare mattress and positioned Billy in front of him. He opened Billy’s shorts, spreading wide the zipper. Once again this twenty-two year old was going to have sex with him. This was becoming habit-forming. Billy began breathing harder as his excitement level grew. Alex untucked Billy’s cock from where he’d grown hard. With his cock exposed, Billy took off his shirt, tossing it on the bed. Alex looked up at him with those piercing green eyes. The cottage felt

hot, stuffy, but Billy didn’t care. He should turn the air conditioning higher, put a fan in the room, but all he could do was stand and stare at Alex. With his gaze riveted to Billy’s, Alex took a big wet lick of the head of Billy’s cock. Even in the warmth of the room Billy’s skin broke out in chills. He cupped Alex’s jaw just to admire him. “You pretty, pretty boy.” Alex used Billy’s cock to caress his face, his lips and his cheek, all the while staring at Billy. The condoms were in his nightstand in the other room. But Billy didn’t want to move at the moment. Alex used the tip of his tongue to lick the slit of Billy’s dick. He looked up again to see the result of his teasing. Bill felt his body tense like a panther about to strike. Nothing made him this crazy. He clenched his fists to withstand his primal urge. The amount he wanted to fuck Alex was beginning to grow uncontrollable. With his soft sensuous touch, Alex lowered Billy’s shorts and briefs down his thighs. Billy kicked off his leather loafers as he stepped out of his clothing. Even though he was naked and Alex was not, Billy still felt as if Alex were the vulnerable one. And he was. Billy’s rising passion was about to get the better of him. Alex placed Billy’s balls in both his hands, elevating them like robin’s eggs. He kissed them with his perfect Cupid’s bow lips. A tiny furrowing frown line appeared between his dark eyebrows as he moaned. The silky touches of Alex’s hands and lips were making Billy insane. A flutter of Alex’s long dark lashes and he once again looked up as if for approval. “Jesus!” Billy couldn’t resist. He gripped Alex’s shoulders and forced him back on the bed. Alex laughed as if he had gotten what he wanted. Billy chewed on Alex’s neck and earlobe as Alex wriggled under him. Billy was about to strip off Alex’s tiny outfit when Alex rolled them over so he was on top. Catching his breath, Billy waited, playing this cat and mouse game.

Alex ran kisses down Billy’s sternum, to his belly button, and pubic hair. The feathery light pecks made Billy’s cock thick and begin to seep pre-cum. With one wicked glance from Alex’s eyes, Alex grabbed both of Billy’s legs and jerked him to the edge of the bed. “Alex…” Billy began to think about taking a cock as big as Alex’s up his ass. It excited him. But to his surprise, Alex pushed both of Billy’s knees against Billy’s chest and began to lick at the root of his cock and his rim. Not even Angel did that to him. And to Billy’s recollection, no one had. “Oh, my God.” Billy froze under this sex-nymph while his rim was teased and chewed on with light nibbles. Electric-like shocks rushed up Billy’s spine and he blinked as he stared at the ceiling light fixture, which was off. He tried to raise his head enough to watch. All he could see was Alex’s forehead and dark eyebrows with an occasional glimpse of his closed eyes. Long wet laps ran from his rim to his balls, with Alex sucking each testicle and releasing them to lick his ass. Once Billy’s crack was slick with spit, Alex massaged his rim with his finger. Billy pinched the head of his dick to edge the climax. When he was dripping enough pre-cum to form a string to his pubic hair, Alex stood, wiping his face with his forearm, and gave Billy a look that sent the hairs standing on the back of his neck. Alex thrust out his pelvis and began opening his shorts. Though Billy knew exactly what lay under them, he was hypnotized. The top button popped open. Alex licked his finger like a sex siren and gave Billy a face of ecstasy. Billy felt his ass pucker and his cock wagged in his hand. Alex tugged down his tiny shorts revealing nothing underneath, which was normal for both Alex and his father. Dark groomed pubic hair appeared as well as the base of Alex’s long cock. Billy rested on his elbows, putting his feet firmly on the floor. That urge to dominate this androgynous pixie was growing again. With the skill of a stripper, Alex slid his bottom half of clothing to his ankles, taking off the shorts over his black Doc

Martins. He arched his back and with his hands on his hips, he presented his large erection for the taking. Billy bolted upright, grabbed Alex’s narrow waist and threw him back on the bed. He licked and sucked everywhere he could reach, grabbing Alex’s cock in his hand and heading for it. He drew as much of Alex’s length into his mouth as he could and got a tongue full of pre-cum. Alex opened his lips and the whimper that he breathed out was so sexy, Billy knew he wanted to linger and suck, lick and rim Alex as well, but he wanted to fuck him more. He knelt up between Alex’s legs and stared down at him. “I’m going crazy.” “I know.” Alex sucked his index finger as a tease. “Can I fuck you?” “That’s a silly question.” “I…” Billy pointed to the master bedroom. “The lube.” “Uh huh.” Alex spread his legs in invitation. “Oh, Jesus Christ.” Billy sprinted out the door. He nearly pulled the drawer out of the nightstand he was so pent up. He grabbed the lube and a condom, running back. Alex was face down, his hips in the air, looking his way. “Come get it.” Billy leaped on the bed behind Alex and got a good eyeful of him from his flipside. He spread Alex’s cheeks and began licking him, going insane for him and never having done this to a man before. “Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!” Alex spread his knees wider, making his balls dangle between. Billy cupped them from behind, feeling their weight in his fingers. He gave Alex a good nuzzle with his face and opened the condom, rolling it on. Once it was in place, Billy’s hands trembled as he opened the lube, wanting this so badly he was thinking of nothing else. He placed the tip of his finger on Alex’s rim and immediately Alex backed into it, making it penetrate to Billy’s knuckle. “God, Billy! I need your cock!” Billy took back his finger and tried to spread lubrication on his sheathed dick but his attention was diverted to Alex pointing his own cock between his legs, aiming at Billy.

Billy bent down to lick the head quickly, then placed his cock against Alex. Alex used pressure, backing up as Billy kept his cock pointed at him. Chills rushed over Billy’s sweat-soaked skin as the need to climax became urgent. He glided inside Alex’s hot body and groaned. “Baby, you are amazing.” “Billy…fuck me good. I want to feel you.” Staring at the connection of his cock to Alex’s bottom, Billy drew in and out gently, wanting Alex to be comfortable. It didn’t take long for Alex to take over. As if Alex were topping, he thrust backwards hard and fast, his gasps and choking breaths escalating. “Shit!” Billy knew if Alex kept this up, he wouldn’t last. “Ah!” “Holy fuck! Can you come like this?” “Ah! Yes!” Billy looked around for something to put under Alex to catch his cum. He noticed a folded pillowcase on top of the laundered sheets. He snatched it and unfurled it under Alex. “Faster! Billy!” Billy held Alex’s hips and rode him like he imagined he would, like he did the last time they had tasted this forbidden fruit. “Oh, God…Oh God!” Billy jammed his hips against Alex and felt the swirling of his groin. His cock pulsated in time with his accelerated heartbeat. Alex kept working his inner G-spot with Billy’s cock until he appeared to hit pay-dirt. “Ah! Ah! Billy! Yes!” Holding still, Billy felt every throbbing beat of Alex’s cock from inside. Seeing both of Alex’s hands gripping the mattress, Billy knew the climax had come from within. Alex’s back rose and fell with his deep respirations. Billy pulled out, seeing the reservoir tip filled up with his cum. He dropped to his side to recuperate. Alex did the same, facing him. “Billy.” Alex touched the sweat rolling down Billy’s temple. “Love you. Love you so much.” Billy gave Alex a sad smile. “I love you too, Alexander.”

Chapter 8 Keith brushed his hair while standing in the bathroom. His frosted blond highlights needed touching up, but he figured he’d talk to Adam about getting a new headshot for his portfolio now that the threat of unemployment loomed. Carl walked in behind him, hugging him and staring at his reflection. “How you holding up?” He leaned back against Carl, putting the brush down. “Worried. Angry. Trying not to be totally freaked out.” Carl held Keith’s waist and turned him around to face him. He kissed his lips and pressed his crotch against Keith’s. “Don’t worry.” “How can you be so calm?” “Because I’ve been doing this longer than you. Before Forever Young I had a few parts. I didn’t starve. And they haven’t cancelled us yet. Okay? I still have hope.” Keith ran his fingertips along Carl’s freshly shaven jaw. “You’re big and beautiful. You can get work anywhere.” “Trust Adam, will you? Keith, not everyone in the entertainment business is terrified to hire an out gay male.” “Ha.” Keith stared at Carl’s lips. They were full and soft looking. He kissed him first and said, “Right. If we get started smooching, I’ll be fucking you in a minute.” “You just fucked me, tiger.” Carl purred and ground his hips against Keith. “That never stopped us from doing it again…and again,” Keith said, “Don’t forget to take the wine.” “I won’t. It’s by the door now.” Carl stepped aside so they could walk out of the bathroom. Keith made sure he had his wallet, keys, and cell phone, before he followed Carl to the door of their condo. Carl tucked the wine bottle under his arm and waited for Keith to lock the door before he walked to the elevator. “Are we overdressed?” Carl spun back to look at Keith’s smart black slacks and gray short-sleeved shirt while Keith gave Carl’s tight black slacks and sleeveless black v-neck shirt a onceover. “Did he say we’d be hanging out on the beach?”

“No. He said dinner.” “We’re fine.” Carl continued walking to the elevator. In Keith’s opinion, Carl always looked stylish. His lover had a certain flair to his clothing and hair that seemed LA chic and modern, while Keith felt slightly self-conscious. His father Ron O’Leary didn’t approve of his sexuality nor of his gay character on Forever Young. He and his dad had a falling out over it when Keith took the part. His mother Sandy was supportive, but Keith knew she walked a fine line between father and son. “Please don’t be upset.” Carl stepped into the elevator as it opened, pushing the button for the lobby. “It’s not over ‘til the fat lady sings, right?” Keith sighed loudly and leaned against him. “Yes, but if it is over, we’ll be in competition as to who gets a part first.” “Bullshit. We’ll be rooting for each other. Not battling against each other.” Never before had Keith felt inferior to Carl, but seeing Carl in a different light, as a competitor for roles, intimidated Keith. Carl was three inches taller than he was, with thick, dark brown hair and striking green eyes. Not only was Carl six foot one, he was muscular. The first time he had seen Carl naked on the studio set of Forever Young Keith had been in awe of him. “Stop.” “Huh?” Keith woke out of his depressing thoughts. “In the event that we are cancelled, you have to trust Adam. He got you the role in Forever Young to begin with.” Carl used his knuckle to caress Keith’s cheek. “You’ll find work easily. I’ll be doing commercials in Japan.” “Shut the fuck up.” Carl laughed, thinking it was a joke. Keith wasn’t so sure it was. The elevator stopped at the lobby and opened. Several people were waiting to get on. The men stepped aside and walked out to the parking area in front. Keith glanced back at the building. “Not one person said hi or recognized us. Before we came out we had paparazzi hounding us wherever we went. We’ve become passé.” Carl opened the door to his Corvette, putting the wine on the floor of the passenger’s side. “I’m not even going to debate this with you.” He started the engine and air-conditioning.

Keith sank into the low slung seat and stewed. “My career is over.” “Jesus! We haven’t gotten cancelled yet!” Carl shook his head. “And you’re only twenty-nine. Try putting thirty-three on your resume. I’m seen as dead I’m so old,” Carl said, “Now I know why Mark Richfield gets so ruffled over age.” Keith drew the seatbelt over his chest and fastened it. “What will we do if the show is done and we can’t get work?” “We will get work. And the show will go out on DVD and be picked up on all the networks for reruns.” “True. God, can you imagine the censors getting their hands on it?” “It’ll be like The Sopranos. They’ll bleep out every other word.” Keith laughed and rested his hand on Carl’s leg as he drove them out of the parking lot and headed to Malibu. They weren’t cancelled yet. Keith tried to have some positive thoughts. ~ Adam cut the stems of white double peonies and bouvardia blooms for the centerpiece. He mixed in peach rose buds with white tulips and fussed with them as they drooped from the clear cylinder vase. The table was set with their best Lenox white bone china with platinum accents. Jack stepped inside from getting the grill heated up. “Ready when you are, chef.” He paused and said, “The table looks great.” “Why am I a nervous wreck?” “Let me pour you a glass of wine.” Jack kissed him as he passed by before pouring from a crystal decanter into a stemmed glass. Adam pushed his hair back from his forehead with the back of his hand. He set the vase in the middle of the table and cleaned up the stems. Once he washed and dried his hands, he took the glass Jack handed him. “Thanks.” He gulped most of it down. “I think we should start the red potatoes.” “Yes.” Adam nodded as Jack removed them from the refrigerator and carried the foil wrapped food to the grill.

Adam finished the wine and heard the doorbell. He set down the glass and walked through the living room to greet his guests. “Hello, boys.” Adam took the wine bottle Carl handed to him. He kissed each on the cheek and gestured for them to come in. “I love your home, Adam.” Carl stopped to admire the southwestern design; terra cotta floor tiles and stucco walls, Native American wall hangings and cactus plants. “Thanks, Carl. I keep forgetting we don’t have you over often enough.” He looked at the bottle Carl had given him. “Very nice. Do you want a glass of this?” “Anything you have is fine. Save that one.” Carl asked, “Where’s Jack?” Just as he mentioned him, Jack entered the house from the back slider. Carl approached him, hand extended. “Hello, Jack.” “Hiya, babe. Too long since we’ve seen you two.” Jack took his hand and kissed his cheek. With a hand on the small of his back, Adam guided Keith into the kitchen, noticing his slightly dour mood. Was it any wonder? He placed the bottle of unopened wine on the marble island counter and poured each of them a glass of the chardonnay he had already poured into the decanter. “Hello, Mr. Larsen.” Keith hugged Jack, kissing his cheek. “Hey, handsome. How are you holding up?” “Not well.” Adam immediately caught Carl’s concern at Keith’s admission. Knowing Keith wasn’t used to this game, Adam handed him a glass of wine. “I’ll find you both something if this cancellation business is true.” “Thanks.” Keith took the glass and sipped it. “The table looks great. Which one of you is the expert in Martha Stewart presentation?” “Him.” Jack pointed to Adam. “He’s class incarnate.” “Flattery will get you everywhere.” Adam laughed. “A toast.” He held up his glass. “To success, and if necessary, a new acting role.” They tapped glasses and drank their wine.

“How hungry are you?” Adam set his glass down and removed the finger foods from the refrigerator. Canapés with brie and wild mushrooms, and smoked salmon with chives and cream cheese were displayed on a round platter. “Starved.” Carl took one and stuffed it into his mouth. “I’ll put the chicken on.” Jack brought the marinated meat to the grill. “Right.” Adam held his glass aloft. “Outside on the patio?” “How hot is it back there?” Keith asked. “The umbrella will keep the sun off you, my fair prince.” Adam winked. “And the breeze is delicious.” “Sure.” Carl pointed to the food. “Is that coming with us?” “Of course.” Adam set his glass down, picking up the tray. “After you.” Once they were relaxing around the round table, sipping wine and eating appetizers, Adam began to talk business. “I’m going to talk worst case scenario, simply because all this talk about the show is still rumor. All right?” Both men nodded, appearing grim. “I know ideally you want to get into something that will have a steady paycheck, right?” Carl leaned his elbows on the table. “I’d love to move to film, but I don’t know if that’s an option.” “Everything is an option.” Adam glanced at Keith who was either brooding or mesmerized by the ocean waves. Jack stood over the grill and tended the chicken which was billowing smoke in a tantalizing aroma as it cooked. “Keith?” “Huh?” Keith connected to Adam’s gaze. “Any input?” “Just get me a job if we get canned.” Carl finished his wine and ate another salmon canapé. “He’s stressing.” “I can’t blame him.” Adam rested his hand on top of Keith’s on the glass table. “This season is just finishing for the summer, right? You have what? Two more episodes? Wouldn’t you be off until the fall premier after they are done?” “Yes.”

“I have already begun asking around and you two are still very young, and very marketable. And still employed, remember.” Keith’s eyes appeared to get watery. “It’s not time to panic yet, Keith. At least let me try to feel things out before you go nuts.” “Thanks, Adam.” Keith squeezed his hand back. “But you warned us three years ago. Remember? Deny, deny, deny?” At hearing his own words, Adam flinched but tried to hide it. He looked at Jack. “You doing okay there, grill master?” “Sweating my ass off.” Jack took off his shirt and laid it over the back of his chair. “I should be in a pair of gym shorts.” “Change.” Carl laughed. “I was waiting for you to show some skin, Larsen.” Adam’s attempt at changing the topic did nothing to elevate Keith’s mood. Adam had to find them both something suitable if word came down the pipe the hit series was through. But in an era where reality shows prevailed and quality programs lacked, Adam was not optimistic. “These are done. I need a tray, Adam.” Hopping to his feet, Adam headed inside the kitchen for a platter for Jack. When he returned he held it out for Jack as he removed the chicken and potatoes from the smoking grill. “Okay, boys. Time to eat.” He brought the tray into the kitchen, placing it on the island counter. The men brought in the leftover food and wine, clearing the outdoor table. As he retrieved the prepared salads from the fridge, Adam figured the day would come when Keith and Carl would need a new job. And he too had wished they had heeded his advice and stayed in the closet.

Chapter 9 Mark relaxed in the den with Steve, who was watching baseball on the TV. Mark heard the front door. He checked his watch and kept his gaze on the doorway. Alex poked his head in. “Where the devil have you been all day? It’s nearly eight o’clock.” “Out.” Alex ran his hand down his naked midsection, exposed by his midriff shirt. “Did you guys already eat?” “Yup.” Steve didn’t look at Alex as he answered. Mark stood up and met him at the hall. “What are you hungry for?” He brushed Alex’s long hair back from his face. “Anything.” Alex headed to the kitchen. Mark noticed light scratches on Alex’s lower back and wasn’t sure he wanted to know how they got there. “Did you do any memorizing of the script at all?” Mark opened the refrigerator and removed the leftover salad and turkey breast from dinner. “No. I decided I’m on strike.” Alex poured a glass of orange juice for himself. “Be careful. All of us are replaceable.” He set the bowls on the table and located Alex a clean plate and silverware. While Alex downed the juice as if he were dying of thirst, Mark spotted scratches down Alex’s front as well. “What on earth.” He approached him and took a closer look. “Did someone harm you?” “Nope.” Alex grinned wickedly. “So you got this marked up from sex?” “Yup.” Alex refilled the glass, bringing it with him when he sat at the kitchen table. “Did you even know the man’s name?” “Yup.” Alex scooped the salad onto his plate. Mark joined him at the table, brushing Alex’s long hair from his face as he began eating. “Whatever shall I do with you?” “Just love me for who I am.” “I do. More than you could ever know.” Mark sighed and stared at his son while he ate. “You’re all red around your lips too. Beard burn?” “Am I?” Alex touched his skin. “I don’t feel bad.”

“I’ll give you some moisture cream before you go to bed.” “Okay.” Alex took a slice of turkey from the leftovers and began devouring it. Steve entered the room, putting his glass in the dishwasher. “So? Any information as to where he was all day, Mark?” “Not yet. But he had quite a rough bout of sex.” “That’s what happens when you go with tattooed bikers,” Steve said. Alex chuckled, appearing smug. Steve stood behind him, pulling Alex’s hair in a ponytail. “Thanks, Steve.” Alex winked at his father. “So? About this strike you’ve mentioned.” Mark leaned his chin on his palm. “Does Charlotte know how cross you are?” “I haven’t gotten the chance to tell her yet. I just got the new script yesterday.” He finished the remaining salad. Steve took the empty bowl and rinsed it, adding it to the dishwasher. “I expect there isn’t a bloody thing you can do about it.” “I expect that too,” Alex mimicked Mark’s British inflection. Steve joined them at the table, both of them watching Alex eat. “Alex, don’t fuck up your work. I told you, if you do, you need to get back into college.” Steve seemed to just notice what Mark had earlier. He raised the edge of Alex’s midriff higher. “What the fuck?” “I know, Steven. It’s like he was in a cat fight.” “Meow,” Alex laughed as he replied. “I am not happy about you letting guys do this to you.” Steve ran his hand over Alex’s side. “They didn’t do it. I was on a bare mattress.” Mark sat upright in alarm. “Good Lord! A flamin’ bare mattress? In what hovel did you find this man?” “A bare mattress shouldn’t scratch you up like this.” Steve nudged Alex forward and inspected his back. “Yes, it did. I’m proof. No one scratched me with their nails. It was just from rolling around on a crappy old mattress.” “Why didn’t it have sheets on it?” Mark shook his head. “Alexander, I am worried sick.” “Chill. Go take a valium.” Alex stood to put the rest of his dishes into the washer. Steve stood beside Alex. “Let me see you.”

Alex sighed in exasperation and took his shirt off over his head. “See? Just light lines. They’ll fade.” “His face is red as well, Steven. Like the man needed a good shave before he kissed him.” “It was his day off.” Alex shrugged, giving Steve a curious look as Steve inspected his mouth. “Lighten up.” “How’s your ass? Did he fuck you raw?” “Wanna see, copper?” Alex tugged open his shorts button. Mark stood up. “Alex, who was this man? Does he have a name?” “Yes. He has a name, address, phone number, rank and serial number.” Mark choked and Steve jolted at the comment. “What?” Alex appeared nervous. “What did I say to make you both react like that?” “Billy?” Steve asked. Alex went pale. “No! I was just saying that! It wasn’t Billy!” “Billy did this to you on a bare mattress?” Mark pointed to Alex’s chest. “No! You guys are fucked up. Leave me alone.” Alex left the room. “Bloody hell!” Mark leaned on the table. “We have to be mistaken.” “Maybe.” Steve crossed his arms. “But, that was one hell of a slip up on Alex’s part if we are.” Mark dropped back to his chair at the table. “I know you’ll be upset with me.” “With you?” Steve touched Mark’s hair. “Why?” “Because I would rather have him with Billy.” Mark met Steve’s gaze. “Do you think he was?” “Why would Billy screw Alex on a bare mattress?” “I don’t know. Do police officers know of such places?” Mark took Steve’s hand from his hair and kissed it. “Yes, but I wouldn’t fuck in one.” “Why isn’t he treating our baby better?” “Mark, we don’t even know for sure it was Billy.” Mark held Steve’s hand to his cheek. “I don’t know what to do.” ~

Alex stood before his full length mirror examining his back. He craned his neck to see light rub marks from where he had been chafed by the coarse texture of Oliver’s old mattress. Undressing, Alex headed to the shower to wash off the sweat of himself and another man. He was surprised his fathers couldn’t smell Billy all over him. They had made love twice; held each other close between love-making, and before Alex left, had kissed for nearly twenty minutes standing just inside the front door. But he and Billy were only together until noon. After the incredible loving, Alex headed to West Hollywood to be with his own kind. Seated outdoors on a glorious summer day, Alex had shared a pitcher of beer with his admirers and made friends with many. Though he had been propositioned, Alex declined modestly. In his mind, he was Billy’s. It was where he wanted to be. Alex didn’t think of Angel. Somehow he felt this was a different part of Billy from what he and Angel had. He liked Angel. There was no reason to want to see that man hurt. A flutter of nerves washed over Alex as he allowed the water in the shower to heat. Rank and serial number? Did I really say that? “I’m such an idiot.” ~ Billy ran on the beach. He was fed up feeling guilty about the affair and part of him wanted to come clean to Angel and just tell him. Angel’s reaction? Probably throw me out on my ass. And? Billy fought with the reality of ending this relationship. Again, he struggled to decide if Alex would make a suitable partner. He was forty-two, Alex was twenty-two. Yet the nagging craving to be with Alex—with him on a consuming passionate level—would not go away. What made it even harder for Billy was he loved Alex, and Alex loved him. The heat was brutal. Billy thought running this late would be easier. The breeze from the ocean was cooling off, but the heat of the July sun was tough to combat. He deliberately was not home when Angel was expected. Like a good criminal, Billy had rid the house of evidence of his and Alex’s affair. Once Alex left and Billy washed the pillowcase and straightened the room, next Billy headed to the

shooting range to blow off ammunition rounds at targets. When that didn’t ease the guilt, he returned home and prepared dinner so Angel could just eat and relax when he finished work at the bookstore. Billy left him a note, saying he had business to tend to at the precinct. It was a lie, but he did stop by there to see if there was anything he should be aware of. He sat at his desk and reviewed reports, sorting them for priority. When the SWAT lieutenant who was working Billy’s off days located him, he chased Billy away, telling him time off was too important to waste. Billy ended up back at the cottage by six. Angel had left him a note this time. He’d gone out with some old friends he used to party with in the good ole’ days of his Plimpton ‘art-house’ films. Billy was surprised any of those soft porn stars were still alive. To Billy’s knowledge, Angel didn’t socialize with anyone from that era. He obviously did now. So, Billy dressed for a run and continued to try and work out his stress, guilt, and make a decision. The run was killing him. After fucking Alex twice and getting a blowjob from him, he was sapped. Where he usually made a Uturn at a rock jetty, Billy stopped and leaned over to catch his breath, hands on his legs. He licked at a rolling drop of sweat on his top lip and straightened up, putting his hands on his hips. The wave action was rough and attracted surfers and body-boarders. He watched two young men riding a curl. They couldn’t have been any older than Alex. Billy felt ashamed of himself, like he had violated some taboo law. Alex was not underage. There was nothing illegal. But was it still wrong? “Fuck.” Billy dropped to his knees on the sand to beat himself up mentally for what he had done. Was the price worth it? I’m burned out in my career, bored in my relationship, and losing my fucking mind. He got to his feet and walked into the surf, diving into a large cresting wave. ~ “Hey.” Steve poked his head into Alex’s bedroom. “Hey.” Alex had his script on his lap.

Though Alex detested the changes to his character in the next episode, Steve knew Alex was a responsible young man, and he would do the right thing. “Can I interrupt? Or help?” “Interrupt please!” Alex slapped the paperwork down. “I don’t have much dialogue in the next episode. So, it’s going to be easy. I don’t need help.” Steve sat beside him on the bed. Alex was wearing just a pair of gym shorts, which was normal for all of them in the summer. “If I ask you a direct question, will I get a direct answer?” Alex pulled his shaggy mane back into a ponytail, showing off tiny tufts of hair under his armpits. “Sure. Shoot, copper.” “Are you and Billy still having an affair?” “I knew that was what you were going to ask.” Alex let his hair drop to his shoulders and toyed with his new nipple ring. The light scratches on Alex had vanished. Which was a good thing in Steve’s mind. “And?” “Well, I’d like to clarify my answer.” “Okay.” Steve reclined on his side on the bed, next to Alex’s legs. “If you mean, have we been carrying on an affair since you left for London a few weeks back? No.” Steve nodded, waiting for the second half of the answer. Alex stayed quiet. “And?” Steve asked. “And? Oh. Is there more?” “Alex,” Steve groaned and rolled to his back. Alex crawled beside Steve, leaning against Steve’s shoulder so they could whisper. “I love him.” He wasn’t expecting that. “Love him like a lover? Or?” “Yes, and or.” “Did he tell you he loves you?” Alex bit his lip and nodded. “He’s twenty years your senior.” “That’s supposed to mean we can’t love each other?” Alex tickled Steve’s arm lightly. “No. It means there’s no future for you as a couple.” “What? Shut up.” Alex shook his head and laughed. “Babe…when he’s fifty, you’ll still be a vital young man.”

“That’s ten years from now. So what? At least I can enjoy him.” “Are you serious?” Steve had no idea if this was Alex’s pipe dream or he and Billy had discussed the reality. Last Steve knew, from talking to Billy himself, Billy told him it was over and that Angel could never know. Had that changed? “We spent a couple hours together today.” Alex drew circles on Steve’s biceps. “Oh no.” Steve covered his face and groaned. “He called me.” Steve dropped his hands and met Alex’s eyes. “Bull.” “Swear on a stack of homophobic Bibles.” He held up his hand. “Billy called you?” “Yup.” Alex used his index finger to pet Steve’s sideburn. “Where did he take you that you were on a bare mattress?” “Oliver’s room. Oliver has moved out.” Alex stuck his tongue in Steve’s ear playfully. He jerked away and rubbed it. “Stop.” “So? Now what? You and Dad freak out?” Alex sat upright, crossing his legs. Steve knew what Mark had said about wanting Alex to be with Billy rather than a string of rough strangers. But did Mark seriously mean for that to happen? “Don’t go and punch Billy.” Alex wagged his finger at him. “If you do, I’ll strip naked in a biker bar in Weho.” Steve had no doubt Alex would. “I’m not going to punch him. I just want to know his intentions.” “His intentions are to own my ass.” “He told you that too?” “Not in so many words.” Alex looked at the hallway. “What will you tell Dad?” “The truth.” “Will he freak?” “I don’t think so.” “Huh?” Alex lay on his stomach, over Steve’s chest. “He did last time.” Steve petted Alex’s hair. “I think he prefers you seeing Billy to the fuckers you’re screwing now.”

“Ha.” Alex smiled. “Talk about irony.” “No shit.” “He’s good for me, Steve. He’s so strong and confident. I swear that is so hot I can cream thinking about him.” “I just wish he was closer to your own age.” Alex was about to speak when his eyes moved to the hallway. “Hi, Father Dearest.” “Hello, Son of Trouble.” Mark sat with them on the bed. “Oh, good. You’re memorizing your script.” “Yeah. Whoopee. My whole two lines.” “No!” Mark reached for it and held it on his lap, fanning the pages to look for Alex’s part. “Mark.” Steve had to tell him. Alex looked slightly panicked. “Yes, love?” “Alex was with Billy today.” Mark jerked his head around, his eyes wide. “No!” “Yes.” “Have you two been carrying on this whole time?” “No,” Steve answered for Alex, “Billy called him today.” “Billy called you?” Mark closed the script on his lap. “Truly?” “Yes, Dad.” Alex flopped backwards onto Mark’s lap, his head on top of the script. Mark removed it from under him, tossing it on the opposite side of the bed. “Baby, baby…” Mark caressed Alex’s face and hair. “What shall we do?” “Find Angel another boyfriend?” Alex asked. “Pretty please?” “Oh, Alexander, this isn’t right. Steven…” “You made the comment that you wished Billy and Alex were together, remember? Be careful what you wish for, Mark Antonious.” “Daddy?” Alex pouted his lower lip. “Don’t be mad.” “Don’t baby-talk. I detest it.” Mark huffed out a loud exhale. “Does Angel know?” Alex shrugged. “It’s up to Billy to tell him.” “Will he tell him? Or will he keep you as his bit on the side?” Mark used both hands to cup Alex’s cheeks. “Mm. I’m his bit.” Alex grinned.

“Did he say, Alex?” Steve asked. “No. I just left after we kissed goodbye for like an hour.” “We shall lose Angel as our good friend over this.” Mark made a noise of regret. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for Angel to get hurt. He’s a really nice guy.” Alex reached for Steve’s hand. “Steve, can’t you smooth things out with Angel? You’re his number one fan.” “Let me get this straight. I’m supposed to ‘smooth out’ you having sex with his partner.” Steve gave Alex a look of disbelief. “What world do you live in? I just don’t want Angel to be devastated.” “Hey,” Alex said, “Not all relationships are meant to last. Right? I mean, Dad and my mom, Dad and Sharon Tice…” “Oh, don’t throw a string of straight women at me, Alexander.” Mark flicked Alex’s unpierced nipple. Alex brushed his hand away. “Okay then, you and Jackie, me and Oliver…” “You won’t justify having an affair with Billy whilst he’s still involved with Angel. So stop trying.” Mark nudged Alex off his lap and stood. “I’m very upset about this, Alex. Terribly upset.” “Dad, we can’t help it if we love one another.” Alex sat up, looking more serious and mature than Steve had seen him behave in a while. “You don’t love each other. You’re just having sex. There is a difference, Alexander.” Mark moved to the doorway. “Would you tell someone you loved them just to have sex?” “No. I wouldn’t. But that doesn’t mean Billy hasn’t done that.” “I got news for you, Dad.” Alex stood up and approached him. “I would have fucked him even if he didn’t. You know that, and he knows that.” “Alex, calm down.” Steve scooted closer to them on the bed, almost expecting fists to fly. “But he said it anyway.” Alex crossed his arms. “Why? Why would Billy say that to me? He already fucked me.” “Maybe he loves you like a son!” Mark shouted. He threw up his hands in frustration. “I can’t deal with this.”

“Take a valium!” Alex yelled down the hall as Mark stormed off. He glanced at Steve and said, “That was so mean. Dad said Billy loved me like a son? W-T-F?” “Well, I hate to admit that was my first thought as well.” Steve climbed off the bed. “You both suck!” “My guess is that Angel is going to think we suck too.” Steve left Alex’s bedroom and headed to his and Mark’s room. Mark was lying on his side, facing away from the hall. Steve closed and locked the door. He stripped off his gym shorts and relaxed behind Mark, spooning him. Tucking Mark’s hair to the side, Steve ran kisses along his neck. Mark rolled over to face him. “Life is too bizarre for me sometimes.” “I almost thought you’d be happy about it.” Steve ran his hand down Mark’s stomach to cup his crotch. “Perhaps if Angel wasn’t going to be a casualty.” “I agree. There’s a downside to everything. But we don’t know what the relationship over there is like. I mean, why would Billy even want Alex for more than a fuck? He told Alex he loved him?” “Alex is full of shite.” “I believe him.” Steve dug his fingers under Mark’s waistband to his pubic hair. “You do?” “I do.” Mark removed his shorts and spread his legs. “I do hope Angel and Billy’s relationship is over before this affair really takes off.” “Let’s not talk about it now.” Steve stretched Mark’s limp cock in his hand. “Let’s talk about sex.” “Naughty boy.” Mark smiled, reaching between Steve’s legs. His cock was showing more of an interest. “What do you want, copper?” “Your mouth, your ass, your dick…your lips.” Steve turned Mark’s head towards his. When Mark kissed him, Steve felt everything ignite. Was it wrong to want that feeling every time you made love? Maybe, but if Billy and Angel had gone stale, Steve didn’t know who to blame.

Mark’s delicious little whimpers while they kissed made Steve hornier than hell. He tried to get Mark’s cock hard but wasn’t sure he could. Sometimes Mark wanted to come, other times Mark was happy just to please him. “Babe?” “Yes, love.” “Can I make you come?” “Do you mind using a dildo?” “Not one bit.” Steve reached for the lower drawer in the nightstand where their toys and the lubrication were kept. While Steve hunted for what they needed, Mark, on his back, scooted lower on the bed and straddled, bending his knees. Steve coated the latex dildo with lube and crawled between Mark’s thighs. Before he began, he held Mark’s limp cock between his fingers and sucked all of it into his mouth. Mark groaned happily, combing his fingers through Steve’s hair. With his strong suction, Steve began to get a rise out of Mark’s dick. He drew to the head and ran his tongue around it. Holding Mark’s cock in his fingers so he could keep tugging it, Steve pointed the dildo towards Mark’s rim and pushed it in. Mark gasped, throwing back his head and his cock responded instantly. Steve worked it deeper, until Mark was writhing on the bed. Then he turned the vibration on. “Bloody hell, that is so incredible.” Mark rocked against it as Steve worked it in and out slowly. “Push it deep and get your cock up here.” He touched his lips. Steve inched the dildo inside Mark until it stopped. “Good?” “Heaven.” Mark jacked his own cock as it hardened up. “That is so amazing. What on earth could Colt St. John do to top this?” “Top you?” Steve straddled Mark’s face, pointing his stiff dick at Mark’s mouth. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Mark managed to get his arms free and held Steve’s cock and balls as he sucked. Steve gripped the headboard for balance and fucked Mark’s mouth. “Talk about heaven. My dick inside Mark Richfield’s mouth once more.” Steve smiled as Mark took him deep. “Oh, baby, baby.” “Give me a dab of lube.” Mark held out his fingers. Steve grabbed the bottle and obliged.

When he did, Mark moved his hand under Steve’s balls and massaged his rim. With Mark rocking under him as the dildo hummed, Steve began to feel the onset of a climax begin to form. As Mark sucked, he closed his eyes and drew as deep as he could, pushing his fingers into Steve’s ass. Steve jolted from the sensation of penetration and then settled down to enjoy it. “Yes…deeper, babe.” Mark knew exactly where to rub inside Steve and he went for it. The minute Mark began running his fingertips over Steve’s prostate, Steve was suddenly edging the climax. “Damn!” Steve felt the urge to jam his dick into Mark’s mouth. “Hold on, Richfield.” Mark used his free hand to grip the base of Steve’s cock. When he had a good grasp, Steve began fucking both Mark’s hand and his mouth. Using two fingers, Mark pushed farther inside Steve and Steve was lit up at the internal friction. “Fuck! Augh! I’m fucking coming.” He choked and closed his eyes as his cock throbbed inside Mark’s mouth. Mark moaned and wriggled all over the bed under him. Once Mark had milked Steve, lapping at the tip, Steve caught his breath and felt Mark’s stiff cock poking into his ass. He shifted to get it on target and sat on it. Steve knew how close to an orgasm Mark was from the dildo. And most likely just touching Mark’s cock would make him come. He was right. “Ah! Steven!” Mark bucked under him wildly and arched his back, clenching his fists and filling Steve with his cum while his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Steve braced himself on his arms and disconnected from Mark, reaching between Mark’s legs and removing the dildo. He shut it off, dropping it on the floor. Then he collapsed on top of Mark, the sweat coating them both. “Son-of-a-bitch, Richfield.” Mark laughed in a cough. “The sex with you is incredible.” “Flamin’ hell.” Mark began laughing. Steve smiled then joined him, laughing so hard he was crying. “I love you, gorgeous.” “You’re so very welcome, copper.”

Chapter 10 Billy was coated in sea salt, sweat, and sand by the time he got back to the cottage. He sat on the whicker couch in the sun-porch and took off his running shoes. Angel poked his head out of the back door. “There you are.” “Hi.” Billy took off his wet socks, putting them out to dry on the porch with his shoes. “I thought you’d be out all night.” “I decided to come home early.” Angel studied him. “Did you swim or run?” “Both. I was roasting.” Billy checked his body for sand, brushing it off. He trailed Angel into the house, staring at his trim physique and long straight ponytail. Before Angel made it to wherever he was headed, Billy grabbed him, spun him around and kissed him. Angel grunted and blinked, looking confused. Billy didn’t receive the passionate reaction he had hoped for from Angel. He let him go and threw up his hands. “That’s it?” “I’m exhausted. I worked all day. You didn’t.” “You can’t even lay there for me?” “Lay there? Is that the kind of sex you want?” “No. It fucking isn’t.” Billy stormed off to the bathroom to shower. He was fuming. Tugging down his wet shorts, Billy stood with his hand under the spray as it heated up. Angel opened the door. Billy felt some hope. “Shower with me?” “No. I was just going to tell you I was going to go to bed. I’m really wiped out, so if you can watch TV in Oliver’s room, I’d appreciate it.” “Angel.” “What?” “I want sex.” “Then grab a video and your dick.” He pecked Billy’s lips. “Night, babe.” After Angel left the bathroom, Billy pulled back his fist as if to punch the wall, but resisted. He rinsed quickly and wrapped a towel around his waist, headed for a confrontation. Angel was just getting under the sheets when he did. “What now?” “We have to have this out.”

“Why? I was at the fucking bookstore all day. Would you want a fight after you came home from a long shift?” “Do you think what you do all day is like what I go through?” Billy thought this was a joke. “Are you insinuating I don’t work hard?” “Do you supervise a group of sergeants and officers for emergency call outs? Hostage negotiations? Shoot outs?” “Good night, Billy.” “Don’t you turn your back to me!” Angel sat up in a huff. “Fine! You’re the king. All right? You are the only one who gets tired.” “I’m done.” “Done. Done with what?” “This.” Billy waved his hand around. “There’s no passion. No spark. Nothing.” “Fine. Pack and get out.” Angel rolled over so his back was facing Billy again. “That’s it? You don’t want to work this out?” “What’s to work out? We’re both unhappy.” That hit Billy like a mule kick. “Wait. You’re unhappy with me?” Angel rolled over again. “Yes.” “What the hell did I do?” “If I have to tell you, you don’t deserve the lieutenant bar.” “Fuck you!” “Fine. Then I’ll tell you. I know about you and Alex. I know you two fucked when Mark and Steve left for London.” Billy staggered back in shock. “Who told you?” “Who told me?” Angel laughed sarcastically. “Not even a denial?” “I…” “Yes?” “I’m sorry.” Billy sat on the corner of the bed, the towel still wrapped around his hips. “I figured it was just you fulfilling some fantasy with that twink. I let it go, stupidly.” “Why didn’t you confront me?” “What for? You had already decided this was over.” “Did I?”

Angel sat up, holding his knees which were covered by the sheet. “Billy, if you felt a need to go with someone else, then what’s left here?” “You sure you don’t want to salvage this?” “I don’t think there’s anything left to salvage.” “Angel, come on.” “Billy, when we met, I was very vulnerable. Perry was stalking me, planning to kill me.” Billy flinched at the memory. “Your attraction to me was that weakness. Now that Perry is dead and I no longer have any psychos after me, I’m no longer feeling weak. I think it was my need for you that attracted you. And who do you know needier than Alexander Richfield?” “No. Angel, we can work this out. I admit that I am happier when I’m—” “In control.” “That’s a little rough on me, isn’t it? Now you think I’m a control freak?” “I only know the dynamics between us has either faded away or become bland. Either way, I don’t want it.” “Would you want me if I never went with Alex?” Billy braced himself. Angel looked him straight in the eye. “No.” “Ouch! Christ. Why didn’t you end it years ago?” “Because we fell into a pattern. I had nothing better, and I assume neither did you.” “Man, this sucks.” Billy rubbed his face as he began to feel emotional. “Do you have something better now?” Angel didn’t answer, but Billy had a feeling he did. “Were you with him tonight?” “Do we want to go there?” “Yes! I need to know what’s going on behind my back. I work constantly! I’m gone weekends, nights, holidays.” “Don’t I know it.” “Have you been having an affair?” “Would that absolve you of the cheating you have done with Alex?” “Fuck yes! It would justify it!”

“Is that right? You’re having an affair with a boy as young as my son and I’m the one giving you a reason?” “Answer me.” “Yes. All right?” “Where did you meet? Who is he?” “How does it feel, Billy? Sucks, doesn’t it?” “I never meant to hurt you, Angel.” “We never do.” Angel rolled his eyes at the folly. “Do you love him?” “Do you love Alex?” “Yes.” Angel appeared surprised. “You love him? Like you love Oliver or like you love me?” “Not like a son, Angel.” “Mark will kill you. Do you know what Steve will do to you when he hears this?” “They know.” “What?” “They know.” Billy shrugged. Angel appeared about to explode. “I asked them not to tell you, but my guess is they were protecting Alex, not me.” “Get out. Go sleep in Oliver’s room. I’m so pissed off at the moment I can’t stand the sight of you.” Billy got to his feet. “Me? You’ve been cheating on me longer than I’ve been cheating on you! And you won’t even tell me the bastard’s name.” “Why? So you can pull your macho act and harass him? Look him up in your police computers?” “Is that what you think of me?” Billy was crushed. “Yes! You strut around with your gold badge and semiautomatic gun…” “I have to! I have to carry them off duty. Are you crazy?” “How soon can you be out?” “Don’t worry. Tomorrow I’ll be gone.” “Fine.” Angel spun around in the sheets again. “Fine!” Billy slammed the door behind him, standing in the space between rooms to try and think. “Son-of-a-bitch! You were cheating on me?”

~ Adam couldn’t sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, he crept out of the bedroom he and Jack slept in and sat at his home office desk. He booted up the computer and began brainstorming fresh ideas for Keith and Carl…in case. He updated their biographies and re-worded their resume to reflect their awards and nominations for Forever Young. “This is absurd. Everyone on the planet knows who those two are.” Adam tapped keys and studied their online photo shots. They needed updating, but still looked sharp. He logged onto Facebook next to see if any trends were starting that he should know about. He was connected to nearly three thousand actors, producers, directors, and fellow agents across the country. They posted links for auditions and new productions regularly. Seeing a fan-page to stop the cancellation of Forever Young, Adam clicked the ‘like’ button and gaped at the number of fans and their supportive updates. He tried to see who started the site, but couldn’t. Linked to it, was another page that read, ‘Keep the gay in Being Screwed’. Adam ‘liked’ that page as well, and gave the originator an ‘A’ for effort. He had no idea if those kinds of tactics worked, but they certainly were better than nothing. From those interesting pages, Adam went right to the gay cable channels’ private groups and their ‘members only’ websites. He rubbed head through his hair and yawned then something caught his eye. A web series? Adam opened the link and found a demo video for a new web-only gay comedy. “Huh.” Then an idea hit him. “Holy shit. Why don’t we all produce our own films?” He kept surfing the net for more internet ideas, wondering if what he wanted to do sounded good, simply because he was punchy. He grabbed a piece of note paper and jotted down some websites and wrote in big letters, ‘Produce our own?’ With that on his mind, Adam shut down the computer and headed back to bed. He crawled in beside Jack and held him tight. Jack shifted, reaching to bring Adam closer.

Adam closed his eyes and felt a slight spark of hope. If all else failed and no one would hire his gay men, he could suggest they produce their own independent film or web series.

Chapter 11 Sunday morning, Alex awoke to hear his dads already up, their voices rumbling behind closed doors. He lay on his back and looked down at the tented sheet from his morning erection. “Alex? You up?” Alex chuckled at his private joke. “Yes, Dad. In a couple of ways.” Mark opened the door. “Up for a run too?” Mark blinked. “Oh! Did I interrupt something?” “No. It’s just morning wood.” “Well,” Mark tried not to stare. “Are you joining us?” “No.” “You sure?” “Yes.” “Alright, baby. See you in a bit.” “Bye.” Mark closed the door and Alex could hear him telling Steve that they were running without him. A minute later, the front door opened and closed. Alex reached for his phone and checked it for missed texts and voicemail messages. A few friends and co-workers sent him a hello, or their thoughts on the next gaysexless episode of Being Screwed. Alex scrolled to Billy’s number and wondered if he had been missed or even thought about. He text Billy, ‘my mornin wud sez hi’. To his surprise he got a smiley face instantly from him. Alex sat up and typed, ‘u workin?’ ‘no but at work’ “What the hell does that mean?” Alex typed, ‘huh? can i call u?’ ‘yes’ Alex hit the call option and sat against his headboard, worried. “Hey.” “You’re at work but not working? Is that normal?” “I slept in the bunkroom last night.” A blast of nervous shivers rushed over Alex. “Why?” “Angel and I broke up. I need to find an apartment.” “What?” Alex bolted upright. “Because of me?”

“Because we were done, Alex.” “Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Alex sat cross-legged, the sheet stretched between his knees. “I am so fucking sorry, Billy.” “It isn’t your fault. I’m not blaming anyone.” The number of questions Alex wanted to ask was making him pant in anxiety. Did this mean they could be together? Did Billy want someone to live with? Would Angel find him and yell at him for ruining his and Billy’s relationship? “You there?” “Sorry. I’m in shock.” Alex ran his fingers through his hair. “You?” Billy laughed sadly. “What can I do?” “I have a few ideas.” “Wow. Does that mean what I want it to mean?” Alex’s heart began beating harder. “I’m not jumping into anything, Alex, but…” “But?” “I wouldn’t mind seeing you again.” Alex fell back against his pillows and swooned as if he had a schoolboy crush…and he did. “You call, I come.” Billy laughed again. “So…the bunkroom…hmm, that has possibilities. A bunch of macho male cops sleeping in the same room? Gay porno at the police station?” “Yeah…sure, Alex. Maybe if I shared the room with Officer Jeff Chandler and Mickey Stanton.” “You just invented my next gay fantasy to jack off to.” He stroked his stiff cock through the sheet. “You are a very bad boy.” “Billy?” Alex tucked his hand between his legs. “Yes, sweetheart?” “I’m here for you. I mean that.” “I know. And I’m grateful.” “Do you want me to ask Dad if you can stay here until you find a place?” “Uh. No.” “Oh. You sure?” “Alex, I’m sure. I can find a place to live, babe. I’ve done this a few times before.”

“Duh.” Alex felt his cheeks blush. “So, um…I really enjoyed yesterday.” “Me too.” “I won’t see anyone else, Billy.” “I’m not asking you for that. You play. Don’t stop enjoying yourself.” “What if it’s what I want?” “Babe, I’m not ready to dive head first into another deep relationship.” “I get that. I felt the same way after Oliver and I split. I’m not going to push you.” “I appreciate that.” “But…” “But?” “That doesn’t change the fact that I’m hot as hell over you, and won’t touch anyone but you.” “Ohh…Alexander Richfield…what the hell am I going to do with you?” “You know that already, Lt. Sharpe. Just do it more often.” “If we’re seen in public will the tabloids go nuts? You dating an older man?” “Maybe. Is that horrible?” “I just want what’s best for you.” “What would your officers do if they found out you were humping a twenty-two year old?” “Well, some would be insanely jealous, and some would think I’ve lost my mind. Either way, I don’t give a shit.” Alex felt his cheeks grow warmer. “You are so fucking confident. My ass is craving your cock, big guy.” “Don’t start that talk. I’m sitting in the bunkroom on a foam mattress. I have to get packed up and start hunting for a place, at least a temporary one until I can buy a condo or something.” “If you want help looking, I can come.” “I wouldn’t want to bore you.” “No, really. I already memorized my lines for tomorrow. I only had a couple.” “You really want to apartment hunt with me?” “Fuck yeah!” Alex hopped off the bed. “Okay.”

“Do you want me to pick you up?” Alex asked. “No. I’ll pick you up. How about in an hour? I need to speak to your father anyway.” “Yeah. I suppose you do.” Alex caught his reflection in the mirror and looked away. “See you soon.” “Bye, Billy.” Alex hung up and hurried to the shower, pumping his fist into the air in victory. ~ Mark raced Steve to the front door, gasping for breath as he beat Steve to tag it after their last sprint to the finish. “Christ, Richfield!” Steve moaned. “You always beat me, ya butthead.” “Just shut up and give me the flamin’ key.” Mark reached out as he dripped with sweat. “It’s open. Alex was home so I didn’t lock it.” Mark pushed back the door and staggered into the kitchen. He reached for a bottle of water from the fridge as Steve leaned over him to get one for himself. They stood guzzling the water as they cooled off. “That’s getting bloody hard.” Mark bent over, taking off his ball cap and sunglasses. “I think Alex is right. Our weekend runs are too difficult.” “It’s only ten miles.” Steve wiped his face with paper towels. “Only!” Mark hit him with his hat. When the phone rang both he and Steve waited to see if Alex would pick it up. Then Steve said, “It’s probably for us. His friends all call him on his cell phone.” “True.” Mark removed the cordless phone from its receiver, seeing the caller ID. “Hello, Jackie-blue.” “Hiya, beautiful.” “What are you and the delightful Adam Lewis doing on this fine Sunday?” “Well, that’s just what I was calling you about.” “Lovely.” Mark winked at Steve who stood close, trying to hear the conversation. “Four-way?” Steve asked, cupping Mark’s crotch. “Tell Steve yes, including Colt St. John,” Jack said, obviously overhearing him.

Mark’s eyes widened. “Really? Today?” “He offered.” Steve danced around the kitchen, wriggling his hips and waving his arms. Mark smiled. “If you could see Steven at the moment, you would know he’s excited.” Mark used his tank top to wipe his dripping face. “What time, Jackie?” “Noon?” “Afternoon delight.” Mark watched Steve go into another happy dance. “Adam and I will swing by and get you two.” “And the dress code?” Mark made a face of ecstasy at Steve. It immediately drew him close so they were rubbing cocks. “Just wear jeans. He’ll have you naked the minute you walk through the door.” “Oh!” Through their skimpy clothing, Mark rode his semierection over Steve’s stiff hard-on. “Steve, however, will need his leather pants and whatever he wants to wear to play Dom.” Mark cupped the phone. “Do you want to dominate or play sub?” “Dom!” Steve looked insulted. “All right. Bite me head off, why don’t you.” Mark knew Steve liked it both ways. “Okay, Jackie. Shall we stay together for dinner later too?” “I’d like that.” “Me too. See you in a bit.” Mark disconnected the phone and set it on the counter. He draped his arms around Steve’s shoulders. “Let’s not have sex right now. I want to be pent up.” “Perfect.” “Um, Dad?” Mark looked over Steve’s shoulder at his son. “Yes, Alexander?” He just noticed Alex’s smart outfit; dress slacks and a cotton short-sleeved top. “Are you going somewhere?” Steve parted from Mark and leaned his back against the counter by the kitchen sink. “Billy’s coming to pick me up.” Mark opened his mouth to respond, but didn’t, looking at Steve for his reaction.

“He and Angel broke up.” “No!” Mark covered his mouth. “Over you? Over the affair?” “Shit.” Steve shook his head. “He’s going to talk to you both about everything. He’s moved out of the cottage.” “I’m gutted. Poor Angel.” Mark took the rubber band out of his hair and ran his fingers through it, feeling it damp with his sweat. “When is he coming?” “He should be here any minute.” “Let’s shower quickly.” Mark tapped Steve’s arm. As Steve left the kitchen he said, “I don’t fucking believe this.” Mark wasn’t sure how he felt either. Somewhere between his rage and disbelief was relief. Walking behind Steve on the stairs leading to their bedroom and master bath, Mark heard him grumbling angrily. Mark hoped it wasn’t jealousy. It was no secret Alex would end up with an older man. Mark was glad it was someone they knew, though the circumstances weren’t ideal. Mark shut their bedroom door and stripped for the shower. “Steven, stop muttering incoherently.” “I don’t fucking believe this.” Steve threw his workout clothing on the floor and stormed to the bathroom. Mark picked it up and put it into the hamper, then waited with Steve for the shower to heat up. “At least Billy has the decency to speak to us now.” “I’m so fucking pissed off. How could he do this to Angel? Huh? How stupid were we to not tell Angel last time? I feel like the biggest traitor.” “I’ll call Angel after we speak to Billy. Let me deal with it.” Steve stepped into the tub and Mark did as well. As he waited for Steve to wet down, Mark said, “You’re not jealous of Billy are you?” Steve shot him a look that could kill. “Just had to ask.” Mark swapped spots with him so he could wash. “It won’t last, Steven. A boy that young with a man twenty years his senior? It’s just Billy acting on some mid-life bollocks.” Mark shampooed his hair. “Perhaps it’s the lieutenant’s chance to go a little wild.”

“If that’s the truth, then Billy’s more pathetic than I thought. Why break up with Angel-fucking-Loveday? Soft-core-pornking of the eighties? Really? Come on, Mark. The sex with Angel must have been fantastic.” Mark switched places with Steve again, allowing Steve to rinse. “That’s up for debate. If I had done nothing but screw for ten years, made nothing but soft porn films constantly, I’d be sick to death of fucking.” Steve stopped washing and stared at Mark. “You think?” Mark shrugged. “Just a theory. Perhaps the relationship has simply run its course.” “I hope so. Seeing my idol Angel Loveday hurt would suck.” “Last rinse.” Mark touched Steve’s arm. He was allowed under the spray and then shut it off. As they dried themselves, Mark could only wonder what Billy would tell them. ~ Billy parked behind Alex’s sleek red Mustang in the driveway of the luxury four-bedroom, split-level house in Bel Air. He shut off the engine and stared at the front windows. On a police lieutenant’s salary, he could never afford this. Not even with constant overtime. “I bet Alex makes more than I do.” Billy tried to psych himself up for this meeting. Was he going to ‘date’ Alexander Richfield? Twenty-two…twenty-two…what was I doing at twenty-two? I joined the army after high-school, did four years and then went into the Police Academy. Fuck, that was so long ago. At the moment, he was two thirds of the way into a thirtyyear career in law enforcement. If he retired as a captain, he’d have a fantastic pension. Captain was his next rank to topple. That was the end of his climb. He had no desire to rank higher. It was bad enough he did administrative work now. He didn’t want to get off the street entirely. The door to the house opened. Alex stood waiting, obviously hearing the car. Billy exited his vehicle and stuffed his keys into his pocket, trying to get his thoughts straight for this meeting. “Hey.” Alex opened the door for him.

“Hey.” Billy pecked Alex’s lips as he stepped in, seeing Mark and Steve watching. “Hello, gentlemen.” “Do you want anything, Billy?” Alex asked, closing the door behind him. “I’m fine, Alex. Thanks.” “Have a seat.” Steve gestured to the living room couch which had a number of throw pillows on it. Billy sat down and Alex chose to sit on the arm of the couch beside him. They weren’t touching at the moment, but the urge to connect with Alex was always strong. The room was not cluttered, and if anything, sparsely decorated in modern minimalist, clean-lined furniture and wall hangings. On one side of the room hung a display of photos, including Steve’s academy picture, and a shot of Steve, Mark, Jack, Adam, and Alex, all in tuxedos. Billy assumed it was the men’s wedding photo. The air conditioning clicked on and blew cool air at Billy, for which he was thankful since his nerves were making him warm. Steve relaxed on a matching taupe colored leather loveseat. Mark sat on the floor at his feet which was hardwood topped with an area rug with beige and brown geometric patterns on it. Mark leaned against Steve’s legs. Between he and the other men was a low dark wood coffee table with two large hardbound books displayed. One was of male nudes titled, ‘American Male Men’, photography by Janis Campbell. On the cover, in black and white, was a very young, long-haired, Mark Richfield licking an equally young blond Jack Larsen, on the cheek. Though Billy was intrigued by the photo, he brought his attention back to Mark and Steve. He leaned his elbows on his knees and interlocked his fingers. “So? You want to ask me questions or just let me ramble?” “Ramble.” Steve appeared more hostile than Mark at the moment. “I moved out of the cottage.” Billy felt Alex rest his hand on his back. Though Billy knew it was for support, he wondered how bad it appeared to the boy’s fathers. “Did he find out about the affair?” Steve seemed to be the only one talking. Mark looked concerned but kept quiet. “He did. But I’m not sure that was his reason for us breaking up.”

Mark rolled his eyes, finally indicating his disapproval. “He admitted he was seeing someone else.” Billy looked directly at Mark. “What?” Alex nudged Billy back so he could see his face. “How long has Angel been cheating on you?” “It doesn’t matter, Alex.” “You are twenty years older than my son,” Mark said coldly. “Dad, come on. Don’t even start the age shit. That isn’t going to stop us. I’m twenty-two not ten like you and Steve treat me.” Steve asked, “What are your intentions, Billy?” “My intentions?” “He intends to fuck me!” “Alex.” Billy gave him a warning glance. “Sorry.” Alex reclined against the side of the sofa cushions. “I don’t know, Steve. I’m just out of a relationship. I told Alex I’m not ready to dive into another serious one.” Mark said to Alex, “Did you hear that, Alexander?” “Yes, Dad. He already told me he wants me to keep dating.” “Are you looking for our blessing?” Mark reached up for Steve’s hand and Steve gave it to him. “I doubt I’ll get that. I don’t know what I’m looking for at this point. I just want you guys to know what’s going on.” “Where are you living?” Steve asked. “I slept in the bunkroom at the station last night. I’m planning on looking for an apartment now, until I can find a place to buy.” “And I’m going to look with him.” Alex touched Billy’s hair on the back of his head. “I know this sounds crappy.” Billy opened his palms face up. “I didn’t set out for this to happen.” “We know. Alex is the master of seduction.” Mark raised his eyebrow at his son. “I want you to know I care very much for him.” Billy felt Alex caressing his hair from behind. “I’ll protect him. I’ll make sure he’s safe, and I’ll try to never hurt him.” Both Steve and Mark didn’t respond. They just stared at him. “Dad?” “Yes, Alexander.” “Would you rather I keep hunting for cock at rough biker bars?”

“Don’t you dare threaten me!” “Mark, calm down.” Steve leaned forward and rubbed Mark’s shoulder. Billy flinched and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. “Is that what you were doing, Alex?” “Maybe. Does it turn you on or off?” “Off.” “Then no. Dad’s full of shit.” “Yes, Billy,” Mark said, obviously trying not to raise his voice. “He has been sleeping with men who we don’t approve of, but he’s an adult and we can’t prevent that.” Billy turned to look at Alex. Alex didn’t react, just met his gaze. “What’s that all about?” “I hate the fact that everyone thinks gay men should either die or rot in hell. I was proving a point that I can do as I please.” “You think fucking around gives gay men a good reputation?” “No.” Billy looked back at Mark and Steve. “I can’t control him. I won’t try to.” “We would never expect you to,” Steve said. “How is Angel?” Mark asked. “He’s angry but I think we both knew the relationship hadn’t sustained either of us in the long run.” “Does he blame Alexander?” “No, Mark. He knows better.” Billy straightened out his leg, adjusting the holster he had attached to his belt. “I don’t think the relationship between you two and Angel will change. Angel isn’t like that. He’ll avoid me, but he won’t ruin your friendship.” Mark spun back to look at Steve. “Anything else, Steven?” Steve met Billy’s stare. “I hope you know just what you’re getting into with him.” “I know Alex is an intense, complicated young man. But none of us are perfect, Steve.” Steve reacted to something behind Billy. Billy turned around and spotted Alex sticking his tongue out at Steve playfully. It made Billy laugh despite all the tension. “Oh, God, I’m insane.”

“Ya think?” Mark tilted his head comically. “Lt. Sharpe, you have got the worst end of the stick, love.” “Hey!” Alex reacted to his father’s insult. “The best and the worst of Alexander Richfield.” Billy placed his hand on Alex’s knee. “I do know what I’m in for. Believe me.” “The press?” Steve said, “The paparazzi? The whole army of LAPD cops knowing you’re dating a young gay superstar?” “I know, Steve. I’ve thought it over more than you can imagine.” “He’s worth that?” Mark blinked as if he couldn’t believe it. Billy winced for Alex’s sake. “Yes, Mark. Your son is worth a lot.” “You see, Billy?” Alex gestured to his father. “That’s not what I meant, Alexander.” “It’s what you said.” “All right, don’t you two start.” Steve quashed the growing battle between father and son. “We must get going, Steven.” Mark got to his feet. “Where’re you guys going?” Alex asked. “We’re spending the afternoon with Jackie and Adam.” Alex elbowed Billy. “These guys have constant four-ways and he thinks I’m the problem.” Mark sang in a scolding manner, “Alexander…” Billy stood up and tucked in his shirt, adjusting his badge and gun, straightening his appearance. “I just wanted you two to know what the hell I’m doing. I didn’t want any more hiding.” “I appreciate that.” Steve walked closer to him. “But you seriously have your hands full, Billy. I am not kidding you.” “Do you think I’m unaware of Alex’s character?” Billy was beginning to take offense over their harsh words. “Do you two know just how much your son has accomplished in a short time?” Alex looked down at his shoes while Mark and Steve didn’t answer. “He’s a role model, though it would be tough to convince either of you,” Billy said, “This man isn’t afraid to stand up for what he believes. He’s proud and isn’t going to be intimidated

into pretending to conform to what some right wing society approves of. I’m already proud of him.” “Thanks.” “You’re welcome, Alex.” “I’m not talking about his personal views on being gay, Billy.” Mark walked closer to him, next to Steve. “He’s still growing into a man. He will stumble on the way.” “Which one of us hasn’t? At least he knows what he is and didn’t force himself to date women just to please someone else.” “Snap!” Alex laughed at the jab to his fathers. “Calm down, babe.” Billy shook his head at Alex. “I ruefully regret my past, Billy. Believe me.” Mark’s cheeks grew red. “Don’t go there.” Steve laughed nervously. “I don’t think Sonja Knight will ever speak to me again.” “I rest my case.” Billy walked towards the front door. “All right, Billy. I get it. But please, tread carefully with our baby boy.” “Dad,” Alex moaned, “I’m not a baby!” “No,” Steve said, “You’re not. You’re a man.” “Thank you, Steven.” Alex’s eyes sparkled. “Will you be home later?” Mark asked, walking with them to the door. “I don’t know.” Alex looked at Billy. “He will be sleeping here tonight.” “There you go. The lieutenant said I’ll be sleeping home.” Steve extended his hand to Billy. Billy took it, feeling relieved. “I’ll take good care of him while he’s with me.” “I know, love.” Mark kissed Billy’s cheek. Steve squeezed Billy’s hand. “We’re here if things fall apart.” “Steve!” Alex glared at him. “We haven’t even started yet and you already have us falling apart.” “He’s being tactical, Alex,” Billy said, smiling. “A well trained officer always thinks of every scenario.” “Yes, well.” Mark blew out a breath. “In that case, think tactically, Lt. Sharpe, you’ll need it with this handful.” Mark hugged Alex roughly, holding him around his neck and making kissing noises at him.

“Dad…come on.” Alex tried to break his grip. “I’ll speak to you soon.” Billy stepped out of the house, into the sunshine. Alex held his hand. “We’ll be out for dinner, Alex.” Mark stood with Steve on the front stoop. “Okay.” Billy waved and walked with Alex to his car, opening the passenger’s door for Alex and shutting it for him when he got in. He gave one last wave to Steve and Mark who waited for them to leave. “That went okay.” Alex buckled his seatbelt. “One step at a time, hun. One step at a time.” Billy backed out of the driveway.

Chapter 11 Mark felt like a bundle of nerves from Billy’s chat. He ran a brush through his hair and tried to think of the positive that may come out of this. The most important point being, Alexander not picking up rough boys to screw. That was one big aspect of Billy’s influence to be thankful for. Not to mention, Billy was going to be Alex’s personal bodyguard if anyone even thought twice about assaulting him. “You almost ready? Jack and Adam should be coming by soon.” Steve folded his leather pants and vest into a canvas bag. Mark placed the hairbrush down on his dresser. “If I don’t call Angel, I’ll be distracted through the session.” “Then call now. I’ll hang out downstairs for the guys.” Steve carried the tote bag out with him. Mark sat on the edge of the bed and composed himself. He picked up the cordless phone from the nightstand and dialed Angel’s number, checking the time on his watch. “Hello?” “Angel. It’s Mark.” “Hi, Mark.” “How are you, love?” “I take it you heard.” “Yes, my pet. Billy was just here to inform us of what’s going on.” Mark heard Angel exhale loudly. “Angel…please don’t hate Steven and I.” “I don’t hate you two. It’s just hard to go through the upheaval, you know?” “I’m gutted about this. I don’t know what’s right or wrong any longer.” “I had a feeling Billy has been unhappy lately. I felt that even before you guys went to London and Alex stayed with us.” “Did you speak about it? Did you try to patch things up? Suggest going to counseling?” “Billy in counseling?” Angel laughed softly. “Uh no. Mark, I was unhappy as well.” “He mentioned you’ve met someone?” Mark brushed at lint on his black slacks.

“I did. Someone who was not so enamored with me from my films. Though it was novel at the time, the image Billy had of me from those days was something I was weary of competing with.” “Oh, love. I hear you. I can’t imagine dating a fan. Steven met me before I did the modeling.” “That is nice. He doesn’t see you as some aging soft porn star.” “Angel,” Mark shook his head as he spoke, “Billy never saw you that way. You know better.” “Do I? Mark, he’s with Alex. Alex is my son’s age.” “What does Oliver say about this?” “He told me he figured they would connect again. He’s the one who informed me Alex had slept with Billy the week you two were away. Or at least he strongly suspected it. I had my suspicions too. Christ, the way those two looked at each other…” Mark heard the door downstairs and Jack and Adam’s voices. “Again, I am so sorry.” “I’m not sure what anyone could have done to prevent those two from being together. And you certainly don’t have to apologize.” “Yes. I do. My and Steve’s being gone, letting Alex stay with you, it was the catalyst for Billy and Alex to begin the affair.” “Even before that week, Billy and Alex kept dancing around each other like two cocks in heat. There was no preventing this. And to be honest, Mark, I don’t think Billy and I would have lasted much longer even without Alex’s intervention.” “Why? Why, Angel? You two were so right.” “In the beginning, yes. But we grew apart quickly. He gets hot watching my old movies. I can’t stand the sight of them. After he sees me in them, he expects me to perform like I did back then. I’m fucking tired of it.” Mark blinked. “Tired of sex?” “Tired of the kind of sex Billy wants. No offense to him, Mark, but Billy needs someone like Alex. I’m nearing fifty and I just want to take a break. I’ve fucked so many men and women in my life, I’m worn out. I don’t want that to be the center of my relationship.” “And with the new man? It won’t be?”

“He’s an older man. He’s into art, culture, music, the symphony, the ballet, all the things that inspire me.” “Ah. And the LAPD lieutenant isn’t.” Mark smiled. “Not even close. He loves sports and beer. Oh, and gay porn.” “That’s pretty much Steven’s world as well. But I don’t mind.” “Well, I’m at a point in my life where I do. I don’t want to go alone to foreign films or museums. I want a man to do those things with me.” Steve poked his head into the room, as if to see how long Mark would be. Mark held up his finger, one minute. Steve nodded and retreated, back down the stairs. “I completely understand, Angel. My concern is that you are not hurt by this…this…” “Seriously doomed relationship of a man who is forty-two dating a twenty-two year old?” “I hope to bloody hell it isn’t going to go down in flames. I’d prefer my baby stay whole.” “I have to say one thing for Billy. He will protect Alex like a Navy Seal for his country. That’s where Billy’s heart is. He’s a born guardian.” “I must say, Angel, that is a comfort to me. Alex does things that are risky for both his career and his health.” “Well, while he’s with Billy, you can forget those fears.” Mark stood, staring at the black and white photo on the wall near his bed of him licking Jack’s cheek. “Thank you for your forgiveness, Angel. This could have been such an awkward mess if you weren’t so dear.” “Again, you and Steve did nothing to promote this. I know that.” “I would very much like to meet your new man some day. Perhaps we can do dinner?” “I would like that.” “All right, love. Please don’t be a stranger, and give my best to Oliver.” “I will. Bye, babe.” “Bye.” Mark disconnected the call and replaced the receiver. He stared at the photo Janis Campbell had taken of him with Jack so long ago. His image was Alex’s now. Earlier Mark had

noticed Billy’s gaze drift to the book of male nudes on his coffee table. This photo had been chosen for the cover. Mark exhaled a deep breath and headed down the stairs to meet his men. All three looked concerned when Mark met them near the front door. He greeted Jack and Adam with a kiss and cuddle. “Are we ready?” Steve asked, looking eager. “Yes.” Mark followed Adam as Jack and Steve lagged behind to lock and arm the house. Mark held Adam’s hand. “How are you, love?” “Been better. I need this diversion.” Jack opened the passenger’s door to Adam’s BMW. “I want to sit with Adam in the back.” Mark squeezed his hand. Steve said, “Isn’t that how our four-way sex began? With those two in the back seat together?” “Yes.” Jack laughed and walked around the car to sit behind the wheel with Steve beside him in the passenger’s seat. After they got in the back, Mark and Adam snuggled together while Jack began driving to Colt’s home. “Talk to me, Adam.” Mark kissed Adam’s knuckles. “I’ve just been stewing over Keith and Carl potentially losing their jobs on Forever Young.” “Yes. That would be cause for alarm. Will it be hard to find them new ones if it happens?” “I’ll hopefully have a heads up on that soon. I’m going to focus on them this week and begin the quest to get them into something good.” Steve turned around. “They’re both incredible actors. It pisses me off this apprehension is all because they came out.” “Turn around, copper.” Mark twirled his finger. “You’re going to get us stirred up. We’re headed to a session of BDSM fun.” Steve smiled wryly and sat face forward. “Anyway.” Mark rested his head on Adam’s shoulder, rubbing his thigh. “I assume Steven told you about Billy and Alex.” “Yes.” Jack glanced in the rear view mirror. “I would kill Billy if he was with my son. Well, Alex is like my son.”

“You pay attention to the road, He-man.” Mark shook his head. “The two of them are becoming such a downer.” Adam chuckled. “Oh, Mark, where would we be without you?” “Three Doms and no subs.” Mark kissed Adam’s cheek, cupping his crotch. Adam perked up at the touch and turned towards Mark. Mark met his lips and rubbed Adam’s crotch more aggressively. “It got quiet,” Steve said. Jack replied, “They’re necking.” “Oh.” Mark loved Adam’s tender kisses, his light use of his tongue as he gently explored his mouth. Feeling his excitement grow, as well as his cock, Mark unbuckled his seatbelt so he could spin around completely and sit on top of Adam, straddling his legs. “You two starting without us?” Jack asked. Mark assumed he was watching from the rear view mirror. “Holy crap,” Steve said. Mark ignored them, having missed his handsome movie star agent lover between their coupling bouts. Adam dug his hands through Mark’s hair, deepening their kiss and making tiny whimpers that Mark adored. Mark met Adam’s gaze as they caught their breath from the sexy kissing. He felt Adam’s cock throb under his balls. “I think the two of us need this little distraction today.” “I think so too. I’m losing sleep over this shit and I want an afternoon to not think.” Mark slid back to his seat, running his fingers down where Adam had grown hard in his slacks. “I’d suck you, but I think we are all saving ourselves for Mr. St. John.” “We are. Jack and I haven’t come since last night.” Adam cupped his hand over Mark’s to rub his dick with him. About to say something, Mark noticed Steve, resting his chin on the headrest watching them. Mark smiled. “Hello, copper.” “Hello, gorgeous.” “I needed this as well.” Mark sighed loudly. “I think we all do,” Jack said, stopping for a red traffic signal.

Mark rested his head against Adam again, feeling Adam’s cock soften as their passionate play ended. “What do you think he’ll do to me?” “Nothing you won’t love,” Jack answered, driving through the intersection when the light turned green. “Is he single, Jackie?” “No. He’s in a committed relationship.” “Isn’t everyone suddenly?” Mark yawned. “I could sleep on you, Mr. Lewis.” “I could sleep in you.” Mark smiled. “I do love you.” “You too, hot stuff.” Adam held Mark’s hand tightly.

Chapter 12 Steve had no idea what to expect. Visions of dark rooms that had gothic designs of dungeons and whips began to discourage him. Only Jack knew Colt St. John well. He and Mark had only had dinner with the man once. Colt was refined, well dressed, and seriously good looking, but working as a professional Dom? What the hell was that? What kind of man did that? As they pulled into the parking lot of a high-rise condominium complex, Steve was about to find out for himself. Steve waited as Jack parked in a guest spot, holding the canvas bag with his outfit in it. Once he exited the car, he did a quick read of the area, seeing many expensive automobiles and immaculate landscaping. Jack popped the trunk, removing more items they would need for this foray into the fantasy world. The four of them walked up to the main lobby entrance and Jack pushed a button for what appeared to be an intercom system. The door buzzed and Steve opened it, letting the others enter the building first. Jack pushed the elevator call button. “He’s on the top floor.” “Have you been here before?” Mark asked. “No. Just following his instructions. Believe me, it’s going to be nice.” Steve suddenly felt silly for his thoughts. When he was in his twenties he didn’t have enough income to afford a place like this. “Which pays more, Jack? Being a lawyer or being a Dom?” Jack cracked up with laughter as he entered the elevator, holding the door for the rest. “Christ, Miller, you’re hilarious.” “I think he was serious, Jackie.” Mark flipped back his hair nervously. After all, he was the main course. “Being a lawyer, wise ass.” Jack smiled brightly. “Why? Suddenly have aspirations to enter the mysterious world of paid domination?” Mark and Adam stared at Steve curiously. “No.” Steve didn’t want to admit he was thinking about what a low achiever he had been early in his life. Now that he was working in advertising for Parsons and Company, that had

changed. He didn’t make as much as Mark did modeling, but Steve never expected he could. When the elevator door opened, Mark touched Steve’s arm, holding him back to speak privately. “What’s wrong, Steven?” “Nothing, gorgeous. You just enjoy today, okay?” Steve pecked his lips. Mark didn’t look convinced, but the thoughts in Steve’s head were low priority. He had other things to think about, namely his son sleeping with Billy Sharpe. Jack knocked at the door. It swung open quickly since Colt had been expecting them. Mark gasped at Colt’s appearance and Steve instantly went into heat. Colt was wearing leather skin tight pants with lace up boots. His chest was chiseled like bronze marble and a tiny tattoo was visible near his navel. It was of a symbol Steve didn’t understand but he assumed it had meaning to Colt. “Step into my parlor, gentlemen.” Colt gestured for them to enter. A young man with bright blue eyes and brown hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, was standing in the background. Steve took in the amazing condominium; high ceilings, open plan kitchen, dining and living room, decorator décor as if done by a master interior designer, and a view out two sides of windows which expanded to the surrounding hills. “Gentlemen,” Colt said, “This is my better half, Ashton Lake.” Steve waited as each man shook Ashton’s hand. He appeared shy and sweet. When Ashton was introduced to Mark, he held Mark’s hand in both of his and smiled. “I have been a fan of yours forever.” “That just made me feel old.” Mark tried to smile. Adam nudged Mark. “It means you’re fabulous.” “Sorry, Mark.” Ashton kept hold of Mark’s hand. “I didn’t mean to make it sound that way. Adam’s right. You are fabulous.” “Are you joining us?” Jack asked. “No. I’ll let Colt take good care of you. I have a meeting to go to.”

“A meeting?” Steve tilted his head. “On a Sunday afternoon?” “It’s for DAA.” Colt obviously spotted the confusion. “Drugs and Alcohol Anonymous.” “Oh!” Mark blinked his long dark lashes. “Good for you, love. Give us a hug.” Steve winked at Colt as Ashton went for that embrace, humming as Mark rocked him. “If I’d have known Mark Richfield was going to hug me for going to a meeting, I’d have hunted you down long ago.” Mark smiled. “From now on, free hugs.” Ashton released Mark, looking flushed and warm from Mark’s sex appeal. “Wow. Now I want to stay and watch.” “Up to you.” Colt shrugged. “Any objections?” “As long as you don’t spill it to the newspapers,” Adam said. “Let me call my sponsor.” Ashton checked his watch. “Okay. We’ll get ready.” Colt waved everyone on. Steve glanced at Ashton who had a cell phone to his ear. Ashton met his eyes as he said, “Max? Ashton. Would you mind if I skipped today’s meeting?” Steve had dealt with many drug addicts as a police officer. Judging by Ashton’s healthy color and fit build, Steve knew immediately the man did not currently use. He was as proud of Ashton as Mark was. Steve remembered from experience on the street, many addicts fought to stop using and did not succeed. They were led to a small room with a strange webbed leather swing, a cabinet with several items laid out, a full length mirror on wheels, a sink basin, and a wall with metal rings and clips attached to it. The internal lighting was dim, and Steve could see a standing lamp with a red bulb in it, which was not lit. “So, Mark is our only sub?” Colt asked. Immediately Mark caught Steve’s eyes. Steve said, “Yes,” so no one would suggest he be the one getting poked and prodded with latex cocks. “Right. Gentlemen, let’s start our engines.” Jack began taking off his clothes first.

Steve set the canvas bag he was holding on the floor. He removed the leather pants and vest, undressing as Jack and Adam did as well, getting into their outfits of domination. While he got ready, Steve noticed Mark watching the action but not making a move to undress, which was typical of Mark. His initial shyness with Colt may be to blame for his hesitance. At the moment, Colt was washing his hands, setting out more toys, some of which Steve could only speculate on their use, and not even paying attention to any of them stripping. It didn’t take long for Jack, Adam, and Steve to be in their leather apparel. Then Steve heard a light knock on the door. Ashton poked his head. “Is it okay?” “Come in, Ashton.” Adam opened the door wider. Steve watched Ashton’s gaze find Mark. He wondered how disappointed he was to see his idol still fully dressed. Though, ever since Mark had done a nude centerfold for a British magazine, Steve assumed most of his fans already could picture him naked. “Just pretend I’m not here.” Ashton rolled a portable stool to the wall near the door and sat down. “Max said you’re off the hook?” Colt asked. “There’s one later tonight.” “Okay.” Colt seemed to be done with his preparations. He put his hands on his hips and smiled at his three Doms. “Nice. Wow. You guys are naturals.” Steve was so used to Adam and Jack making love with him and Mark, he wondered what they looked like to an outsider. Damn nice. Steve admired Jack’s muscular arms and chest as he wore just a pair of leather pants, his feet bare. Adam, with his long shaggy brown head of hair, tussled from his rush to change clothing, looked like a sexy GQ model. His chest had an inverted triangle of dark hair between his pectoral muscles and his low abdomen was also delightfully accented with brown hair. He wore leather pants with a harness type top, boots, and wristbands. “Mark Antonious…” Colt approached him, wearing black gloves. “Take off your shirt. Now.” Steve could see Mark’s Adam’s apple move as he swallowed. He quickly obeyed. Jack took Mark’s shirt and folded it with the

rest of their clothing, which was piled neatly near the wall at the moment. Mark crossed his arms over his chest nervously. The games had begun. Steve glanced back at Ashton who was riveted to the scene, yet Steve had a feeling Ashton would soon be forgotten. The silent voyeur. “Get on your knees, Mark.” Mark immediately did, relaxing his arms to his sides. Colt did a deliberate walk around him, tugging on his pair of leather gloves as if to tighten the fit. “What do you like, pretty boy?” “Anything, Master.” Colt grinned in delight. “Such a good sub. Kiss my boot.” Mark leaned down and kissed each. “Stand.” Mark did. “Dom Jack?” “Yes, Dom Colt?” Jack approached. “Stand behind our slave.” Jack walked behind Mark. Steve’s breathing and heart rate began to soar. “What’s our safe word, slave?” “Copper,” Mark squeaked out, as if he too was about to hyperventilate. “Copper? Like in the metal?” Colt looked at Steve. “No,” Steve said, “Like in cop.” “Oh…” Colt tapped his chin. “Another one with a cop fetish?” “Not half.” Mark shifted his weight. “Unzip your pants.” From where Steve stood he could see Mark’s hands shake. Steve’s cock began to throb. Would this be even more intense than the session they had in London? “Take them down your legs. Show Dom Jack what a pretty ass you have in the process.” Slowly Mark tugged down the zipper pull. He parted them over his low abdomen and bent forward as he dragged them

down his legs. It was no surprise to Steve that Mark wasn’t wearing anything underneath. With one hand at the nape of Mark’s neck, Colt held Mark down when Mark reached his ankles. “Stay put.” “Yes, sir.” “What do you think, Dom Jack?” “I think he needs something in it.” Adam began to shift his weight from side to side. As if Colt spotted his eagerness, he said to Adam, “Why don’t you pick something we can put in our slave’s ass?” Adam headed to the counter which was loaded with supplies. Colt addressed Steve, “Dom Steve?” “Yes, Dom Colt?” “Get the lube.” Steve tried not to sprint. He met Adam at the selection of toys. Adam held up a dildo to Steve, as if asking his opinion. Steve pointed to one which had a strange form. It was a ring on one side, and a chocolate drop shape on the other. Adam shrugged, as if he didn’t know what it was either. He brought it to Colt. “Good choice. Anal love pacifier. I can’t think of a better way to break our baby in.” As if just realizing why it was called that, Steve and Adam smiled at each other. It was shaped slightly like a baby’s pacifier. Mark tried to see it through the long hair that was hanging in his face from his posture. Colt said to Mark, “I think it’s time you were naked. Remove the rest of your clothing.” While Mark was busy, Colt pointed to the lubrication in Steve’s hand. “Slap some of that on the pacifier, handsome.” Adam held it out and Steve slathered gel on the plug end. Mark stood still, naked, while Jack folded his slacks and placed his shoes and socks with the rest of their clothing. Steve caught Mark glance quickly at the item in Adam’s hand, then at Ashton, still the silent sentry near the door. Steve could only imagine what he and Colt did together in this room. Mark’s cock began to engorge, getting close to its full glory. It was a good sign. Steve was glad Mark was enjoying this and not intimidated.

“Slave?” “Yes, sir?” Mark’s attention immediately went back to Colt. “Lean over that sling and spread your legs.” Hesitating at first, Mark approached the webbed leather contraption and rested his torso over it, parting his legs. Steve had heard about those swings and assumed he’d get a lesson in how to use one very soon. “Which one of you Dom’s would like to be first to enter our pretty slave?” “Steve?” “Go for it, Jack. I like to take up the rear.” Adam laughed and covered his mouth. He handed Jack the lubricated plug. Mark tried to look over his shoulder. “You want to watch, pretty boy?” Colt rolled over the mirror, angling it so Mark could see behind him. Jack crouched behind Mark and pointed the smaller end at his rim. Steve wiped his slick hands off on a paper towel, then closed in on the action so he could watch. Before he did anything with it, Jack asked silently, ‘Just push it in?’ Colt made a twisting motion with his hand. Jack nodded, cork-screwing it into Mark. “Ah!” Mark jolted and reached out to grab the webbing on either side of him. “It that a good sound?” Colt asked Steve. “Yup.” Steve pushed at his own thick cock as it hardened behind his leathers. “Dom Jack, give our slave a good plugging.” Steve could see beads of perspiration break out on Jack’s lip and forehead. After loving these three men for so long, Steve knew all the signs of when they were getting themselves into a lather. He and Jack were obviously already there. When Adam opened his zipper and exposed his thick cock, Steve knew it was unanimous. Adam walked to the opposite side of the sling and said to Mark, “Suck it, slave. Steve checked with Colt to see if that was allowed. When he spotted Colt’s wicked smile, he knew anything goes from then on. He only wished he’d have thought of it first.

Mark reached for Adam’s cock, holding the base and sucking it deep into his mouth while Jack worked him with the butt plug. Mark began to moan and Colt signaled Jack to stop. “We’re not ready for him to shoot his load. Oh no. The slave must wait.” Jack removed it and Colt pointed to the sink to instruct Jack. Wanting Mark to suck him next, Steve took his cock out of his pants, fisting it gently, not too much because seeing Mark already vulnerable and sucking Adam was certainly enough to make him come. Adam closed his eyes and arched his back. He grabbed Mark’s hair and made Mark orally fuck him. Jack returned seeing Steve’s cock outside his pants, and took his own out as well. Adam opened his mouth to gasp and Steve knew he was about to be, or was, coming into Mark’s mouth. Mark whimpered as he took Adam’s load, swallowing him down. Adam staggered back, reaching for the wall as he recuperated. Colt once again took charge. “Time to get slung in a swing.” Colt tapped Mark’s shoulder. “Dom Steve and Dom Jack will help you.” Steve had no idea how to position Mark. Mark stood, looking as groggy as Adam at the moment. His cock was hanging long and engorged between his legs. “Face up. Come on, don’t take all day, slave.” Jack appeared to have figured it out. He held Mark’s arm and guided him to climb into the webbing, legs spread and resting on the top of the sling. Mark held the webbing over his head where the metal clips secured it. Steve touched Mark’s cock and balls, giving it a good squeeze. Mark tensed his thighs when Steve did. “How are you, slave?” “Good, Master Colt.” “Next plaything?” Colt tilted his head to Jack. While Jack picked out something suitable. Steve moved between Mark’s legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down his crack. “Ahh, Master Steven…take me.” Steve glanced at Colt for approval. Colt shrugged indifferently. That was all Steve needed. He thrust his hips hard

against Mark’s ass and penetrated to his leather pants. Mark gasped and wriggled in the strange contraption. “What the…?” Jack returned. “Screw this!” He stood beside Mark and pointed his dick at his mouth. Jack scooted closer and Steve watched as Jack fucked Mark’s mouth while he filled Mark’s back door. Adam approached, caressing Mark’s long hair as he worked up a sweat, sucking and getting fucked. Colt headed to the toy counter and returned. He held up a ring to Steve as if Steve would know what it was. Steve nodded, thinking Colt was asking approval as Colt held the head of Mark’s cock and placed a ring around the base. Both he and Jack paused in their fucking as Adam leaned over Colt to watch. When the cock ring began to hum, Mark jolted and moaned with Jack’s cock still in his mouth. Adam said, “Vibrating cock ring, nice.” Steve made a face of comic ecstasy and continued humping his husband. “Mark Antonious, I can fuck you all day long.” Steve pulled out to the head of his cock and thrust back in Mark’s well lubed hole. “Not me,” Jack said, his chest muscles tensing. “I want to come in your mouth, Richfield!” Jack held Mark’s shoulders and thrust in. Just watching those two performing oral sex was making Steve edge the climax. “Fuck it.” He gripped Mark’s hips and piston-fucked him until he was running with sweat. Jack began to climax, opening his lips to gasp and then clenching his jaw, his muscles twitching. Steve stared at his cock inside Mark’s ass and came, jamming it deep inside him and holding tight as he rode the waves of pleasure. Jack staggered back the way Adam had done a minute ago, holding the wall. Mark gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly. After another thrust in, Steve pulled out holding his cock at the base. “Sink and towels there.” Colt pointed. Steve met Jack at the sink, and they grinned wickedly at each other.

~ Mark closed his eyes. The soft vibration surrounding his cock wasn’t enough to make him come but he was as hard as he could be. “Master.” “Yes, slave?” “May I come, please?” Adam wiped Mark’s hair back from his forehead for him. Mark was boiling hot and running with sweat. “Hmm. Maybe.” He waved for Steve and Jack. With an effort, Mark raised his head so he could stare at his cock and the odd ring humming on it. He went limp in the sling, wiping his face off with his hands, the taste of Jack’s cum still lingering in his mouth. Colt brought over a large latex flesh color dildo. “Bring the mirror closer.” Adam rolled it between Mark’s legs. “Can you see your glory hole, slave?” “Yes, Master Colt.” Mark strained to raise his head higher as he watched Colt hand the dildo to Steve. “How you feeling, lover?” Mark was exhausted but the tiny ring on his cock kept him interested. “I want to come, love.” “Tell me what I should do for you?” Steve handed Colt back the dildo. Mark looked at Jack. “Can I ask?” “Of course, baby.” Jack caressed his jaw. “Can you and Adam give me a good BJ, while Steven stimulates my prostate?” Colt immediately seemed to know what to get. He exchanged the dildo for a string of beads. “What the bloody hell is that?” Mark had never seen anything like it. “You shall see, slave.” Colt removed the vibrating cock ring. “Have at him, men.” Jack and Adam hurried to enjoy Mark’s cock. Mark leaned up to watch as Jack sucked at the head of his dick and Adam lapped at the base, rolling Mark’s balls in his hand. Mark relaxed against the webbing and smiled. “Yes. Just like that.”

Mark felt pressure on his rim. He peeked at the mirror and watched Steve responding to the nonverbal instruction of Colt, inserting the beads one by one into his bottom. Mark didn’t know what it was, but he knew it would be amazing. He relaxed all his muscles and watched Jack trying to suck as much as he could of his cock into his mouth. He was doing an admirable job by Mark’s standard. Adam was not only licking at his dick, he was kissing and sharing the head of his cock with Jack. Between slurps, Jack and Adam exchanged kisses, lighting Mark’s fire. All the beads were now inside Mark. Mark felt them but they didn’t vibrate which disappointed him. He was content to feel them inside and concentrated on what his two top men were doing at the moment. Jack gripped the base of Mark’s dick along with Adam and they amped up the speed and pressure of their sucking and fisting. “Yes. That’s it, lads.” Mark began raising his hips to meet their rhythm, feeling the urge to climax finally begin in earnest. Mark peeked at Steve whose gaze was riveted to his. It was obvious that Steve was waiting for him to come. Colt was smiling in satisfaction, as if the pinnacle of their session was about to be reached. Ashton was on his feet to watch behind Colt. With the eyes of five men on him and being serviced by three, Mark had exactly what he wanted. The climax began deep in his groin. Jack moaned and Mark suspected he got a good shot of his pre-cum. He and Adam fisted him like they were determined to make this the best orgasm Mark had felt to date. And he was sure it would be. “Ah! Bloody hell! Ah!” “Now,” Colt said. One by one the beads were slowly pulled from Mark’s bottom. He was stunned at the rise it gave him to an already intense climax. “Ah! Steve! Motherfucker!” Mark bucked into Jack’s mouth and gripped the webbing tightly as he nearly passed out from the wave. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” “Nicely done, Master Steve.”

Once Mark had come, Jack kept sucking but both he and Adam had stopped jerking on his cock. Mark opened his lips and gasped for air, his body vibrating from the aftershocks. “You never swear when you orgasm.” Steve walked beside him, wiping aside the hair that had stuck to Mark’s face from his sweat. “Steven…good Lord.” Mark reached up to hold him. Steve embraced him and held him close. Steve smiled at Mark like a proud partner. “Love you, Richfield.” “Wow.” Adam gave Mark a contented grin. “I’d say Jack got a load.” “No shit!” Jack laughed, shaking his head. “Good one, Mark?” Mark raised his head to Colt who was standing with his arm around Ashton’s shoulder. “You lucky, lucky boy.” Ashton smiled. “Don’t I know it.” He and Colt kissed.

Chapter 13 Billy had the newspaper’s classified ads in his hand checking off the circled apartment ads they had seen. He and Alex had already viewed six and Billy was growing tired and hungry. “This is the last, Alex. I’ll decide from these.” “I liked the name of the street of this one. Gayley? And it’s so close to where I live.” “I’ll see what this studio looks like. I also don’t want to sign a lengthy lease.” They held hands as they walked to the lobby. Billy dialed the manager’s phone number. “We eat after this.” “Good. I’m starved.” “Hello. I’m here to see the apartment I called you about.” “Hang on, I’ll be right there.” Billy stuck his phone into his pocket and petted Alex’s hair while they stood by. A stocky woman holding a manila envelope smiled through the glass door and opened it. “Hello! I’m Irma. Nice to meet you.” She reached out her hand to Billy, glancing at his gun and badge which were still on his waistband. “Oh! You’re a police officer. Good. And is this your son?” Alex choked. “No!” “No,” Billy said calmly, “This is Alex.” She blinked and then looked amazed. “Alexander Richfield? From Being Screwed?” It looked like she was about to faint. “I love that show! I’m sorry. I should have known.” She gestured for them to enter the lobby. “Duh. I know he’s not your son now. Are you still going to UCLA, Alex? I read that about you on your Facebook fan page.” She pushed the call button on the elevator. “This is really close to the campus.” “It’s not for me. It’s for Billy. And he’s a lieutenant, not an officer.” Irma gave Billy a strange look. He said, “I’m just planning on staying here until I find a place to buy.” “Oh…” She smiled and then got awkwardly quiet as if she figured out they were a couple. Billy was going to have to get used to this scenario.

They rode the elevator up three floors, and Irma dangled a ring of keys as she walked, tucking the envelope under her arm. “It’s a six month lease.” “Shit. No exceptions?” “You may take that long to close on a house,” she said, opening the door. “If you buy a repo or a fixer-upper, you can stay here while you remodel.” “True.” Billy suddenly thought six months wasn’t very long. When she opened the door both he and Alex had a look. It was at best around six hundred square feet and the living room was the bedroom as well. For a temporary arrangement it was suitable, and cleaner and more secure than the other six he had already seen. Alex walked through the room to the balcony, opening the sliding door and stepping out. “It’s all new paint and carpeting. Everything has been redone since the last tenant.” Irma opened cabinets for Billy to have a look. “It’s very clean.” He poked his head into the bathroom and a closet. “These places are well maintained. And there’s off-street parking and use of the pool, and the laundry facility is on site. This is the top floor so you won’t have any noise over you.” Billy nodded. He had all of his furniture in storage at his sister’s place in her garage. The cottage by the sea had already been furnished since Angel was living there before they met. When they decided to cohabitate, Billy emptied his condo contents into his sister’s garage. In retrospect, he was glad he hadn’t dumped everything, or sold it. “I’ll take it.” “Wonderful. I have all the paperwork.” She walked to the kitchen counter with her envelope, emptying it and handed him a pen. While Billy worked on the application, Irma asked, “Are you and Alex…” He glanced up. “Dating?” Her cheeks went crimson. “Yes.” He figured he had nothing to be embarrassed about and soon enough the tabloids would know.

“That’s so romantic.” Billy tried not to be distracted. Alex returned from the balcony and said, “I’m glad you’re taking it. I can’t wait to hang out here.” He leaned against Billy from behind, resting on his back as Billy wrote. “Don’t get too used to it, Alex. It’s temporary.” Billy took out his wallet to get his driver’s license number. “Which police department do you work for?” “He’s LAPD SWAT.” Alex hugged him from behind. Billy could feel his hard-on poking his ass. “Calm down, sex pistol.” Irma giggled again. “I love that you’re openly gay, Alex. And the gay scenes on the show are so hot.” “They aren’t anymore.” “What?” Irma looked upset. “Please tell me they’re not talking about canceling that show too.” Alex’s whole body weight was against Billy. He didn’t blame Alex. He was tired too. “Not yet. But they ripped out all my gayness in the next episode.” Billy asked as he wrote, “Aren’t those episodes secret, Alex?” “I don’t care. It sucks.” “You should post a new page on Facebook. Something like, ‘Save Gavin Davis from being censored’. Or something like that.” “Hey. Good idea.” Alex wrapped his arms around Billy, running his hands up his chest. “I suppose that’s the new way of signing a petition.” Billy went to put his wallet back into the back pocket of his pants. Alex took it and did it for him. “Right.” Billy straightened up and handed her the paperwork. She looked it over. “I’ll need first and last month’s rent and the damage deposit.” She wrote the total amount on the paperwork. “My checkbook is in the truck.” “I’ll meet you in the lobby. I have the keys to everything in my unit.” Billy took one more look around to make a mental note of which of his furniture would fit. He didn’t have a sofa bed, so

the studio’s main room was going to be a bedroom, not a living room. “I love it.” Alex ran his palm down Billy’s arm to clasp his hand. “Me too.” Billy touched the tip of Alex’s nose playfully. Alex whispered in his ear, “We can fuck here now.” Billy winked at him. The three of them walked out of the unit to the elevator, riding down to the ground floor silently. “I’ll meet you right here,” Irma said. “Okay.” Billy took his keys out of his pocket and walked to his truck. He opened the passenger’s door and the glove box, taking out his checkbook. When he shut the door, Alex was beaming at him. “What?” He leaned on the hood and filled out the check for his deposit. “I love the way you take charge. Oliver would have needed his dad or me to do anything like this.” “Don’t be so hard on him. Like I said, I’ve done this before.” Billy tore out the check and tossed the checkbook back into the glove box. They walked back to the lobby door and waited. “I’d love to help you pick out furniture.” “I already have a ton of it at my sister’s place in Westwood.” “Sister?” “Yes. I have two sisters, one older, one younger.” Irma showed up, letting them back in the building. Billy gave her the check and she handed him a ring of keys. “This is the house key, the lobby key…the lobby key is also the laundry key. This is the pool key, and this is the mailbox key.” She handed him paperwork. “Here are the rules; no pets, no renting to another tenant, blah, blah, blah, you know the drill…and your parking space is number one-one-two.” “Thanks.” Billy looked over the rules quickly. “Does it say no gay sex?” Alex teased. Irma laughed. “Never!” “I like her!” Alex grinned. “I want a signed photograph, Alex.” “My pleasure. I’ll make sure Billy gives you one.” Billy tucked the keys into his pocket. “Thanks, Irma.”

“If you need anything, my information is on that paperwork. Just ask. I’m on site all the time.” Billy shook her hand. “I appreciate it.” “I can’t wait to tell my friends I met Alexander Richfield! They’ll be so jealous.” Billy had a feeling that wasn’t all she was going to tell them. “Right. Well, it’s time we grabbed a bite. Catch you later.” Billy waved to Irma and walked with Alex back to the truck. Before Billy pulled the key out of his pocket, Alex lunged for him. Billy was pushed back against the side of his pickup and Alex attached to his mouth. Getting over the shock of being body-slammed, Billy returned Alex’s eager kisses and held him around the waist. Alex parted from Billy’s mouth to smile wickedly. “We have a place to fuck.” Billy laughed at his exuberance. “We do.” “Well?” Alex made a silly face at him. “You don’t want lunch?” “I want your cum.” Alex ground his stiff cock into Billy’s. “Is that a gun in your pocket, Lieutenant?” “As a matter of fact, yes.” This kind of enthusiasm for sex, this fire, the wow-factor for love, was what Billy had missed. Alex gave him another kiss then dug into Billy’s front pocket, Billy thought for his new keys. While Alex was inside the fabric, he ran his fingers against Billy’s length, where he’d grown hard down the leg of his slacks. “If we don’t get in your new place, I’m going to go down on you here in the parking lot.” Billy looked around. Beside the traffic moving on the street behind them, there were people coming and going around the entire area. He pecked Alex’s lips, took his hand out of his pocket and held it, returning to the lobby door. Taking the keys from the same pocket Alex had been busy exploring, Billy opened the front door, and headed to the staircase. He avoided the elevator where two older women were waiting. Billy took the stairs two by two with Alex right beside him, doing the same, step for step. They raced down the hall when they got to the third floor, bumping each other out of the way and laughing. After a few tries, Billy found the correct key for his unit door then stopped

Alex from rushing in. He picked Alex up and carried him across the threshold, using his foot to close it behind him. Alex held Billy around the back of his neck and stared at him with watery green eyes. “I love you, Billy Sharpe.” “I love you too, Alexander Richfield.” Billy kissed him, allowing Alex to slide out of his arms to stand. They stood pressed together, at first kissing softly, gentle licks and swirling tongues. Alex ran his hands down Billy’s body to his hips, then his ass, cupping it and grinding his cock against Billy’s. Billy held Alex’s jaw, feeling Alex’s long dark hair brushing his face, his hands. He began to devour Alex, loving everything about him. Billy sank with Alex to the carpet, on their knees at first before he toppled Alex backwards and pinned him down underneath him. Alex spread his legs and bent his knees, opening his mouth to receive Billy’s tongue. When Alex sucked on his tongue, Billy felt his cock pulsate strongly against Alex’s. He did a push-up and looked down at Alex—the feline quality of Alex’s features, his dark lashes framing his emerald colored eyes, his full shaggy mane of hair and salmon colored lips, his high cheekbones and angular jaw, shaved so close he was smooth as satin. Billy was going mad for him—insane like the millions of fans who had discovered Alex on that racy cable drama and dreamed of owning him one day. Alex’s lips parted with a tiny sigh and he traced Billy’s jaw line with the tip of his index finger. There was nothing as enticing as the contrast between Alex’s angelic side and the devilish uninhibited lovemaking he was so capable of. Billy wanted that kind of unbridled sex from him. He knelt up, taking the holster and badge off his pants and setting them aside. Alex sat up under him, unbuttoning Billy’s shirt while Billy unbuckled his belt and tugged down his zipper. When Alex spread Billy’s shirt wide over his chest, he went for a nipple. Billy watched Alex suck on him. The heat of Alex’s touch scorched him. The amount Billy wanted to come with Alex exceeded anything he had felt previously. Using wide laps of his tongue, Alex licked his way to Billy’s other nipple. Billy held Alex in his arms, staring at the contact

between them. Alex nudged Billy, indicating he wanted Billy to lay back. Billy did. Alex removed Billy’s shoes and then helped him take off his slacks and briefs. Kneeling beside him, Alex admired Billy’s body, running his hands up his thighs, bypassing his cock, and up his abdomen. The urge to lunge at Alex, slam him to the carpet and fuck him raw was growing. Lying pliant under this toy boy was a challenge. Alex made sure he touched or licked everywhere on Billy’s chest and stomach, then made his way downward. As Alex began running kisses along Billy’s cock and balls, Billy let go of the tremendous craving he had to ravage him and allowed Alex to service him. He dropped both arms to the beige carpet and rested his head, staring at the ceiling. Alex gave his cock a good suck, then spread Billy’s legs and raised them up. When Billy felt Alex licking under his balls and his ass, Billy groaned and closed his eyes. “Alex…” he said, sighing. “Mm.” Alex responded by rimming him, running his tongue around and inside him. With his mouth busy, Alex squeezed and fondled Billy’s cock and balls, creating a spark and a craving to come in Billy. Once Alex got Billy’s ass wet, he used his finger and slid the tip in and out. The kisses ran the inside of Billy’s thighs and to his balls, where Alex engulfed them one at a time, rolling them on his tongue. Billy couldn’t recall anyone spending this much time between his legs. The amount Alex loved cock was reflected in his tiny whimpers and the delight he seemed to take in giving. Billy propped up his head in his hands to take a look. Alex was on his knees, crouched over, holding Billy’s cock in one hand as his fingers explored in and out of Billy’s rim with the other. After his balls were tended to, Alex opened his eyes, meeting Billy’s stare. Billy felt goose bumps rise on his forearm at the intensity of sexuality in Alex’s gaze. Unlike many men involved with and around Alexander, Billy had not been enamored with Mark and was able to see Alex as his own man. With Alex’s gaze connected to his, Alex pointed Billy’s stiff cock into his mouth and ran his lips down to the base.

Billy’s near seven inches vanished inside Alex’s mouth. As Billy kept his head elevated to watch, his abdomen muscles flexed showing his perfect six-pack, something Billy was very proud of. The slow sucking and probing was keeping Billy on the edge. Alex was the master of man-love, and Billy knew he’d be in for a spectacular high. In and out of his full lips, Alex drew Billy’s cock, one hand on the base, the other moving between his balls and his ass. Billy showed his teeth as the pleasure began to grow to a climax. Alex watched every move Billy made, as if judging how to give Billy the best of everything. When Billy flinched at the penetration, Alex drove deeper, making his way to that pleasure spot inside. Though Billy was aware of the delights of prostate rubs, Angel and he hadn’t taken the time to seriously explore it. They usually fucked without much foreplay. At the time Billy didn’t mind. Thinking back on the bland love-making from a man who had made some of the most sexually charged movies in history, Billy felt cheated. He threw those negative thoughts out of his mind and focused on this stunning superstar. Alex located his sweet spot. Billy closed his eyes and arched his back in reflex. Another sexy moan from Alex, and Billy knew Alex had become aware he had hit the jackpot. The sensation was different than anything Billy had ever felt. The pleasure began to race across his body from his dick to his ass. “Oh my fucking God.” He rested his head on the carpet and knew he was close to a climax. “Alex…Jesus…” Alex began going wild, sucking and finger-fucking Billy as he squirmed on his knees and made whimpering sounds that meant he was as psyched about Billy’s pleasure as Billy was. The force of the energy zap coming from his groin was so intense, Billy tried to grip the short pile carpet with his fingernails. He began going into a climax and felt Alex creating more internal friction, heating him up to an inferno. “Ahhfuck! Fuck!” Billy jerked his hips upwards into Alex’s mouth as he came, thrusting hard in reflex to the sensations which he had no control over at the moment. He continued to come, his head

spinning his eyes clamped closed. “Agh! God! Holy fuck.” He felt Alex slowing down, then the contact lessened to just a touch of Alex’s hand on top of his cock. Billy was stunned. He blinked and stared at the ceiling fan and light, unable to function. When he heard Alex grunting he managed to raise his head. Alex jacked off staring at Billy, holding the tip of his cock to catch the cum. As Alex climaxed, he snarled and closed his eyes, slowing down his fisting. “I would have sucked you.” Billy felt his heart beating hard under his ribs. “I couldn’t wait. You are so fucking hot!” Alex cupped his semen. “Alex, wow.” Billy tried to sit up, but it was an effort. “That was amazing. “Man, your cum tastes good.” Alex licked his lips. “Come on, babe. Let’s try to clean up and grab a bite.” They stood in the kitchen near the sink. Alex rinsed his hands and face, shaking off the drops. Billy used a tiny bit of water to wipe off his cock, since they didn’t have a towel. He also shook off his hands and began getting dressed. Alex tucked in his shirt and ran his fingers back through his long hair. “Do I look alright?” Billy glanced up. “You look like a million bucks.” “Wow. Thanks.” After putting on his shoes, Billy attached the holster and badge on his belt again. He patted his pockets for the keys and all his possessions. “I need a nap.” “Yeah. I always do after I come too.” Alex smiled. “Get over here.” Alex hurried to his arms. Billy embraced him, rocking him and kissing his forehead and hair. “Thank you. It was amazing.” “We christened your new place.” “We did.” Alex kissed his lips and asked, “What kind of food are in the mood for?” “Since you were so good to me just now, how about you decide?” “Pesto pizza at Pips.”

“Sounds great.” Billy walked to the door, making sure Alex was ready. “Where is it?” “La Brea Ave.” “Done.” Alex leapt onto Billy for a kiss. “I’m so happy.” Billy caressed Alex’s back and long hair, smiling. He was happy too. “Let’s enjoy this fun while we can.” “Huh?” Alex’s smile dropped. “Babe, life has a way of making happiness fleeting and like a rollercoaster. So we smile and enjoy the good times and remember them while things are not good.” “That’s true.” “Come on. Pizza sounds perfect.” Billy held Alex’s hand and they took the staircase down to the lobby.

Chapter 14 Sitting in Hatfield’s restaurant on Melrose Avenue, Mark poked at his beet and arugula salad while he daydreamed. Steve was sitting beside him, Adam and Jack across from them in their cozy booth. The establishment was bustling with conversation and the sound of the touch of forks on china. The large room was lit by a combination of honeycomb-shaped lamps and outdoor sunlight. Though he was facing the open kitchen as the chefs worked feverishly to prepare their gourmet fare, his thoughts were on his son. Adam said to Steve, “I just hope I can find something quickly for those boys if the worst case scenario happens. I think Keith will deteriorate if I don’t. Carl’s been in this game longer so he knows I can’t just snap my fingers and a role materializes.” Their waiter approached with their main courses. Steve nudged Mark gently so he woke up, sitting back as plates were set down. Mark’s trout was placed before him and he hadn’t even made a dent in the salad. “Are you okay?” Steve asked as his steamed chicken breast was presented. Before Mark was able to answer the waiter asked, “Would anyone like more wine?” A second server refilled their water glasses. All three men said yes, and waited for Mark. “No, thank you.” The waiter nodded and refilled their wine glasses from the bottle of white wine they had ordered. After he left, Steve addressed Mark again. “Babe?” Mark raised his head to see both Adam and Jack looking at him with concern. “I’m sorry. Adam, you were telling us about Keith.” “It’s all right, Mark.” Adam sipped his wine. “Was it the session with Colt?” “No, love. That was exquisite.” Mark stared down at his plate. “It’s so pretty I shouldn’t disturb it.” He set his fork down and drank his water.

“Do you want to try my halibut?” Jack raised a fork of food near Mark’s mouth. “No, ta.” Mark leaned against the cushioned back and folded his napkin on his lap. “You know we won’t leave you alone until you talk.” Steve put his fork down as well. “It’s Alex.” Mark caught the other three exchanging knowing glances. “I don’t blame you for being upset.” Jack ate a bite of his meal. Adam said, “I hate to say it, but Alex was bound to hook up with someone in our age group. He had his sights on that achievement since he’s met your friends.” “It beats the alternative.” Steve began eating. “He was hunting on line and going to gay biker bars for rough sex.” Mark watched Adam scowl at the thought. “What has he become, Adam?” “Billy’s not a bad guy. Now that he and Angel have broken up…” Adam shrugged. “Yeah, there’s an age gap, but that man won’t harm Alex.” “Yes. I know.” Mark rubbed his face and was hit with exhaustion. “I’m shattered.” “You’re not going to eat, are you?” Steve brushed Mark’s hair behind his shoulder. “No, love.” The men dined quietly around him. Mark leaned his head and shoulder on the wall at the end of the bench seat. He looked around the area and noticed a few patrons staring, possibly recognizing him. As Mark lost his focus again, he envisioned Alex and Billy naked and in bed. He had no doubt Alex was satisfying Billy’s every fantasy. “Mark?” “Yes, Jackie?” Mark struggled to concentrate on the present. “Is Leslie still selling the estate in Paradise?” “That was her intention. I haven’t spoken to Mum since we left London.” “Did you want to head up there? See if it’s a place we’d like to use as a weekend retreat?”

“I would. I’d be gutted to lose it. We could purchase some horses again and ride to the falls. Remember those days, Jackieblue?” “I do. I cherish those memories.” “We weren’t any older than Alex is now.” Mark dabbed at the corner of his eye as his nostalgic side emerged. “He’ll be okay, Mark.” Steve rubbed Mark’s thigh. “I do worry. I am concerned his show will be canceled if Forever Young goes. And like Carl and Keith, Alex has chosen to be open about his sexuality.” Mark drank more water and wiped his lip with his napkin. “I haven’t heard a thing about them canceling Being Screwed. That show is just getting a foothold on the market, and my guess is it, and Alex, will be up for awards this year.” Adam finished the wine in his glass. Steve laughed. “Yes?” Mark couldn’t imagine anything being funny. “I can just picture Alex getting an Emmy award and bringing Sharpe to the ceremony. Remember Keith and Carl’s gay kiss when they won?” Jack moaned and rolled his eyes. “Christ, Alex will give him a BJ under the table.” Adam chuckled. “Now that’s good TV.” “I would believe that if it was one of those rough boys.” Mark took a nibble of his trout. “But Billy is far too sensible to be placed in a precarious position.” “Sure, Mark.” Steve shook his head. “You think Billy can control Alex? He already told us he can’t.” “No, but he can control himself.” Mark liked the flavor of the food so he kept nibbling. “If he could control himself,” Jack said, “He wouldn’t have had an affair with Alex.” “True.” Adam nodded. Steve glanced at Mark. “Is the food good?” “Yes. Actually it is.” “I’m glad.” Steve rubbed Mark’s leg again. “I think this thing with Billy is a flash in the pan, Mark. My guess is Alex will be onto his next conquest in a week.” Adam

sat back as the waiter poured more wine into his glass and left quietly. “It’s the chase with Alex, isn’t it?” Jack finished his food and wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin. “I’m not sure.” Steve also ate his last bite of food and sat back, drinking his wine. “A man like Billy will keep Alex’s interest for a while. Billy hasn’t presented himself as ‘attainable’ to Alex yet. He told us since he’s coming off the heels of this relationship with Angel, he’s not diving head first anywhere.” “Except for Alex’s crotch.” Adam smiled. Mark winced and put his fork down. “Sorry, Mark,” Adam said. “You do know I never mean to insult you.” “Yes, Adam. It’s all right. I just picture Alexander’s devastation when Billy realizes he’s just an immature little boy who is more trouble than he’s worth.” Jack sat back as the waiter began to clear plates. The waiter asked Mark, “Should I get that wrapped up for you, Mr. Richfield?” “Yes, please. And call me Mark.” The waiter took Mark’s plate and left. “Makes me sound like my bloody father.” Mark brooded, and drank Steve’s water since he wasn’t. Jack said, “Hopefully the damage to Alex when Billy is sick of him won’t be too horrible. He’s really sensitive. Even Oliver breaking up with him shook Alex to the core. When Billy dumps him, he’s going to be a wreck.” Mark covered his face and was consumed with worry. Steve massaged his back. “We’ll be there to pick up the pieces.” The waiter returned and Mark adjusted his posture to appear presentable. It was all about image, wasn’t it? “Here you go, Mark.” “Thank you.” Mark took the neatly folded bag. “Love the latest billboards on Santa Monica. Wow.” Mark blushed as the other three men smiled proudly at him. “Thank you again.” “Dessert, gentlemen?” the waiter asked.

Adam raised an eyebrow as if to see if anyone else was interested as Steve and Jack shook their heads, no. “I’ll be right back with your check.” The young man left. Steve turned toward Mark on the bench seat, caressing his hair. “Hey, hot stuff. Seems the young men in this town can’t get enough of Dangereux Cologne’s top man.” “Thank you, Steven.” Mark pecked him on the lips. “Monday tomorrow.” Adam brushed at crumbs on the white tablecloth. “When are we taking a vacation? I’m burned out to the max.” “Anytime.” Steve held Mark’s hand. “Uh, no.” Jack shook his head. “Colt and I are right in the middle of a major civil lawsuit. So if you’re planning on it, it can’t be until fall.” “That’s why we need the estate, Jackie. So we can get away and play for a weekend when you and Mr. Lewis are too busy for travel.” “I like the idea.” Jack stopped talking to take the check from the young waiter. “I enjoyed serving you today. Thank you.” “Our pleasure.” Jack smiled and the waiter left. “Anyway, though the house is a mixture of crappy memories of the late Milt Richfield, it still has some great ones of you and me riding and hanging by the pool.” Jack took out his wallet. “The pool, the tennis courts, the Jacuzzi…Jackie, that place has it all.” Steve tossed a handful of twenties on the stack of money Jack was counting to pay the bill. “How much does that place cost in upkeep? I can’t imagine.” “That’s what we have to weigh against the time we do use it.” Jack waved at Steve to stop him from giving him more cash. “Mum will give it to me. I know how to play the guilt card.” “Leslie will just give you that place?” Adam asked. “Think about it,” Jack said as he slid out of the booth. “Can you imagine trying to sell a place that big in this economy? She’d lose so much money.” “Precisely, Jackie.” Mark shifted out of the booth after Steve. “Your doggie bag.” Steve pointed to the white bag. “Do you think Alex will eat it?” Mark retrieved it.

“Yup.” Steve held Mark around the waist as they walked to the exit. Steve whispered into Mark’s ear, “They’re dying to ask for your autograph, gorgeous.” Mark smiled at a few customers who were staring at him. “Just that this place is too classy.” Steve squeezed Mark tighter. “I wouldn’t mind. It’s when they stop asking for it that you pout.” Mark noticed one young woman trying to take his photo with her phone. He paused just for her and smiled. “Thank you!” she said, appearing stunned. “You are very welcome, love.” Jack and Adam spun around to see what had happened. Steve kissed Mark’s hair and they continued to head to the exit. “Most celebs are so rude to fans and photographers.” “They are fools.” Mark stepped out into the fresh air. “I too hate Sunday nights, Adam. I wish we could live together.” Adam reached for Mark’s hand as they walked to his BMW in the parking lot. “When we are all retired, we’ll shack up. How’s that.” “It sounds horrible!” Mark frowned. “Retired? So old!” Steve took the bag from Mark and let him get into the car first. “Do you want me or Adam in the back seat?” “You, copper.” Steve climbed in beside Mark and they cuddled together. “You’re sweet as honey, Richfield. And you never change.” Mark rested his head on Steve’s chest. He only hoped Alex could find a man like Steve.

Chapter 15 Alex couldn’t stop staring at Billy. Seated on the outside deck on black wrought iron chairs at a table with a green tablecloth, Alex felt a breeze stirring the air. It was still warm, but he was glad Billy wanted to eat al fresco instead of inside. The pizza shared between them was gone, down to a crumb—not even a crust was left over. No eating disorders, no finicky diets like his dad, Billy was so masculine in everything he did, Alex had a feeling dating him would keep him in a perpetual state of heat. “You full?” Billy asked, wiping his hands with his napkin and dropping it on his empty plate. “I’m fucking prefect.” Alex wriggled in his chair. He was used to being in short-shorts and a midriff t-shirt, so that wearing slacks and a cotton shirt made him sweat. Look at you! Alex drooled over Billy’s appearance—his thick brown conservatively cut hair, his neatly trimmed sideburns and clean shaven face. Slight laugh lines appeared when Billy smiled and Alex wanted to lap at them with his tongue. Not only did Alex think Billy was stunning, he loved the way Billy kept constant check of their surroundings, prepared to leap into action at the slightest hint of trouble. “I am so fucking hard.” Alex sucked on the tip of his index finger. Billy chuckled. “Really? Having a gay fantasy?” “You are my gay fantasy.” Their waitress appeared at the table. She asked, “Can I get you two dessert?” as she cleared the table. “I already know what I want.” Alex licked his top lip. “You sure, babe? They have a raspberry and chocolate parfait.” “If you want it, I’ll have a taste.” “I’m good.” Billy addressed the waitress. “Just the check when you’re ready.” “Coming right up.” “How about one more trip to the new place for another round of sex before we call it a day?” Alex reached for Billy’s hand.

Billy didn’t hesitate. He clasped it. “Oh, baby, baby…I’d love it, but…” “But?” “I wouldn’t mind getting some shit together so I can sleep on the floor there tonight, instead of the bunkroom.” “Let me help.” “You sure? You have to work tomorrow too. And you have to get up early.” Billy massaged Alex’s hand. “Billy.” Alex met his gaze. “Not only are you here for me. I’m here for you.” “I appreciate that, but don’t do it at the expense of your job.” The waitress brought the check and Billy let go of Alex’s hand to take it. He said to the woman, “Wait a minute… Here ya go.” Billy handed her his credit card before she left. “Okay,” she read his card, “Mr. Sharpe. I’ll be right back.” “Lieutenant Sharpe.” Alex smiled wickedly. “Oh! Sorry. Lt. Sharpe.” She smiled and hurried away. “Man…” Alex shifted in his seat and pushed at his raging hard-on. “I’m so fucking hot. Now I know why Dad is so content with Steve. You law enforcement guys are to die for.” “Am I your fetish?” “You’re my man.” It appeared Billy liked that better. The waitress rushed back, handing Billy the credit slip and a pen. He signed it and took his copy and his card. “Thanks,” she said, staring at them like she was star-struck. “No problem.” Billy stood up and reached out his hand to Alex. Alex took it, holding it tightly as they walked through the restaurant to the exit. Alex wondered how Billy felt with so many people watching them leave. The hostess said, “Bye. Thanks for joining us.” Billy nodded and opened the front door for Alex. The minute they stepped outside the restaurant, they were swarmed with paparazzi. Alex was too stunned to think. Billy immediately stepped in front of Alex and shielded him.

A reporter, with a cameraman in tow, held out a microphone with the initials DMZ on their logo, and asked, “Are you Alexander’s lover?” “He’s my bodyguard! So get lost!” Alex feared for Billy. Up until that moment, Alex had appreciated the press and their favorable support of his open sexuality. “Move.” Billy held Alex’s arm and escorted him to his pickup truck. He made sure Alex was safely inside the truck before he climbed behind the wheel. The cameras were relentless as Billy backed out slowly. Alex watched his stern expression, wondering if Billy had the urge to plow them down. The moment Billy was out of the parking lot, the paparazzi were left behind. Billy checked the mirrors to see if they were followed, and then blew out a loud breath. “I am so sorry.” Alex put his seatbelt on and tried not to feel sick. “Does that happen often?” Billy slowed down at a stop sign and again checked the area. “On and off. It depends if I’m their flavor of the week. They never bothered to take a picture of me and Oliver.” Alex waited as they proceeded through the intersection. “Are you screwed?” “No. Not screwed.” Billy laughed softly and rubbed Alex’s leg for reassurance. “You’re taking it well.” Billy shrugged. “Life in the fast-lane.” Alex removed his seatbelt, dove onto Billy’s lap, and scrambled to open Billy’s pants. “Holy shit!” Billy jumped and his legs tensed. Alex opened his zipper and rooted out his cock, putting it into his mouth. “Fuck!” Billy’s foot moved from the gas to the brake. Closing his eyes, Alex sucked all of him into his mouth, feeling Billy harden to stone. ~ Glancing down, seeing Alex going wild on his cock, Billy looked for a place to pull over. Never! Never has anyone done this to me! He struggled to concentrate on the road and parked in an empty lot of a business that was closed Sunday. He threw the

truck into park and shifted his posture to open his legs farther apart. He combed his fingers through Alex’s long hair, touching the ends as he enjoyed his spontaneity. “Alex, you are so fucking perfect.” And you’re mine. Mine… Billy rested his head back and closed his eyes. Alex pushed between Billy’s legs through his slacks, poking his bottom and rubbing his balls. I can come! I can fucking come like this. With the fantasy of the paparazzi taking a telephoto picture of Alex giving him head, and proud as any man could be of attracting a fantastic young celebrity icon, Billy began to climax. “Alex…I’m there, babe.” Billy felt him sucking harder, faster, and using hot friction under his balls. Gasping, cupping Alex’s head as it bobbed on his lap, Billy couldn’t imagine life getting any better. He heard a car engine and opened his eyes. “Oh, fuck.” A black and white patrol car cruised closer. Since the truck was higher than the sedan, Billy held Alex’s head down. “Stay there for a second, sweetheart.” The patrol car rolled down the driver’s window and Billy could see two men in dark LAPD uniforms taking a look. “Billy?” Alex mumbled, sounding like he was still attached to Billy’s cock. When the police cruiser came closer, Billy blew out a breath. “Son-of-a-bitch.” He lowered his window down to see the surprise on Officer Mickey Stanton’s face, as well as his partner, Jeff Chandler. “Lieutenant?” Mickey said, “You okay?” Alex popped up. “Mickey?” “Oh my God!” Mickey roared with laughter and Jeff’s mouth hung open. Billy felt his cheeks blush and closed his pants. “Hi guys!” Alex leaned against Billy to be able to talk and wave to his father’s close friends. Mickey couldn’t stop laughing, wiping his eyes and holding his chest through his bullet proof vest. Jeff leaned down to yell across Mickey, “Does Mark know?” “Yes.” Alex glanced at Billy, then kissed Billy’s slack lips. “Can you taste your own spunk?” Alex smiled wickedly.

Suddenly Mark and Steve’s warning of this ‘handful’ slapped Billy senseless. But instead of being upset, he cracked up with laughter as well. “You broke up with Loveday?” Mickey asked, still wiping at his eyes. “Yes.” Billy caressed Alex’s long hair affectionately. “How long have you guys been seeing each other?” Jeff asked. “Officially?” Alex answered. “One day.” Billy pinched Alex’s side to quiet him. “And he’s already making you do acts of lewd conduct?” Mickey started laughing again. “Oh, L-T, you are so fucked!” “I am so jealous!” Jeff shook his head. “Alex is one of my number one fantasies to jack off to.” “Hey!” Mickey elbowed his partner. “I’m right here, Chandler.” “Come on, Mick.” Jeff gestured to Alex. “Alexander Richfield sucking dick in a truck? Cut me some slack.” “This once.” Mickey held up his finger. “So, L-T. How long you think you can keep this under wraps until all of LAPD and the world-wide web know?” Alex said, “Already been nailed by paparazzi.” “Then too late, L-T. You’re out.” Mickey shook his head. “I’m well aware of it. I think I can handle it.” Billy dug his fingers into Alex’s hair, feeling luckier by the minute. What gay man wouldn’t want Alex? “Do you two live together and shit?” Jeff leaned across Mickey to be able to be heard over their car engines and the police radio. “Not yet.” Billy stared at Alex’s profile as Alex leaned on him to be able to see and communicate with the two LAPD lovers. Alex turned to look directly into Billy’s eyes. A flutter of pure love washed over Billy. He heard Mickey say to Jeff, “They’re dating one day, Chandler. They don’t live together.” Billy crushed Alex’s hair in his fingers and drew him to his mouth. Alex opened his lips and received Billy’s kiss. Jeff and Mickey started cheering and whistling loudly.

“You lucky fuck!” Jeff yelled. When he and Alex parted mouths, the look of devotion in Alex’s green eyes nearly blew Billy away. His sensual glare changed to emotion, and tears filled them. “I love you,” Alex whispered, his lip quivering. The feeling that he may never be loved this deeply again ran over Billy like a tsunami. He kissed Alex and then looked at the two men in blue. “I am a lucky fuck.” Both officers harkened to their radio. Mickey said, “Got a call, L-T. You guys enjoy each other.” Jeff picked up the car radio microphone and spoke into it as he waved and Mickey drove off. Alex sat back in his seat and flipped down the visor to look in the mirror. He wiped his chin and laughed. “I had spunk on my face.” “I doubt they could see it from there.” Billy made sure his pants were closed and his gun and badge were still secure on his belt. “Thank you, Alex. It was amazing.” “For me or you?” Alex winked. “Both.” Billy put the truck in drive and held Alex’s hand tightly as they went on their way.

Chapter 16 Monday morning, Steve adjusted his necktie as he stood in front of the dresser mirror. He folded his suit jacket over his arm and headed to the kitchen where Mark was making coffee. He bumped into Alex in the hall on his way. “Morning, sunshine.” Steve smiled and ruffled his hair. “Stop.” Alex batted his hand away and continued down the staircase. Steve shook his head at his scant attire, but during summer, Alex would become a nudist if he could get away with it. “You got in late last night.” He placed his jacket on the living room couch with Mark’s and continued to the kitchen. “I was helping Billy move some things into his new apartment.” Alex kissed his father’s cheek and opened the refrigerator. “Morning, love.” Wearing a black crew neck shirt with black slacks, Mark poured two mugs of coffee. “Did you say you were helping Billy move?” “Yes.” Alex put the milk on the kitchen table and retrieved the cereal box and a bowl from the cupboard. “Here, Steven.” Mark handed him a steaming cup of coffee. “Thanks, babe.” Steve took the mug and blew on it. “Would you like some toast, Steven?” Mark asked. “Sure.” Steve sat down and noticed the morning paper already on the table. He scooted it closer and checked the headings for the sports section. When he noticed a color photo on the entertainment front page, he stopped and pulled it out of the pile. The photo was of Alex with Billy in the front of a restaurant. The headline read, ‘Alexander’s Bodyguard? Or His Sugar Daddy?’ Inset in the larger photo, was a circle with a blowup shot of Billy’s gold lieutenant badge and his holster. “Here, Steven. Is two slices going to be enough?” Mark set a plate down on the table. “What the bloody hell is that?” Mark leaned over Steve’s shoulder. Steve kept reading the article. ‘…Lt. Bill Sharpe of the LAPD SWAT unit was recently seen getting cozy with Being Screwed’s hottest gay star, Alexander Mark Richfield. The lieutenant is

reported to be forty-two while our young celebrity is twenty years his junior…’ “What?” Alex asked, eating his cereal across from Steve. When neither answered, Alex asked louder, “What?” Steve held the newspaper up so Alex could see it. “Oh. That’s a nice photo of Billy.” Alex kept eating, flipping newspaper pages to the comic section. Mark continued what he was doing in at the counter by the sink. Steve picked up a piece of toast and took a bite. “Well, that’s out.” “And so is Billy.” Mark leaned against the counter sipping his coffee. “He’s okay with it.” Alex slurped the milk from the bowl. “Even at work?” Mark asked. “Yes. He said he’s proven himself by now.” Alex stood and put his bowl and spoon into the dishwasher. “Gotta go.” He kissed Mark and then pecked Steve’s cheek. Steve folded the paper and checked his watch. “True. Not much they can do to a lieutenant. He’s not out there begging for backup, and my guess is his team is crazy about him.” “Will you be home for dinner, Alex?” Mark called after him. “Don’t know!” he yelled back and then the front door closed. Mark took Steve’s empty plate and placed it in the dishwasher. “Do you think that’s rubbing it in Angel’s face?” “It’s not Billy’s fault it’s in the paper.” Steve stood, gulping down the rest of his coffee. “If that’s the coverage he gets in The Times, Lord knows what the rags are doing with it.” Mark finished straightening up the kitchen. “You can bet the internet is buzzing.” Steve checked his pockets making sure he had his wallet and keys. He returned to the living room and locked the front door. Once he had his and Mark’s suit jackets he met Mark at the connecting door from the kitchen to the garage. “Ready?” “Yes.” Mark set the burglary alarm and opened the door. “Which car?” Steve closed the door behind him and tapped the button to elevate the garage door.

“I can drive.” Mark opened the door to his TVR and sat behind the wheel. Steve relaxed in the passenger’s seat once he’d put their jackets in back. He fastened his safety belt and sighed heavily as Mark reversed out of the garage. “What?” Mark asked. “Nothing.” Steve felt a slight pang of jealousy. But when he thought about the reality of living in the shadow of ‘Alexander the Gorgeous’, he wasn’t so sure it was where he would want to be. Steve rested his hand on top of Mark’s on the gear shift. “I love you.” “I love you too, Steven.” When Steve’s mobile phone rang, it took him by surprise. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. “Mom?” “What’s this about young Alexander dating a lieutenant twenty years his senior?” Steve rubbed his face and sighed, “Here we go…” “Your father is furious.” “With Alex or with the lieutenant?” “Both!” Steve looked at Mark and frowned. ~ “Tammy?” Billy stood with his cell phone to his ear as he looked at the floor where he had slept last night. Sheets, pillows and a blanket made up his bed. “Billy?” “Hey.” “Are you calling about the article in the newspaper?” Disoriented by the comment, Billy had to think a minute. “Article?” “Yes. In The Times. Are you Alexander Richfield’s bodyguard?” A realization hit Billy. The paparazzi at the restaurant. “No, I’m dating him. Look, Tammy, I moved out of Angel’s cottage and I’m living temporarily in an apartment. I need—” “Did you say you’re dating him?” “Yes. I need some of my furniture that’s at your place. I wanted to set up a time—” “Dating like in boyfriend?” Billy exhaled tiredly and rubbed his face. “Yes.”

“He’s nearly the same age as your nephew.” “Anyway…I need to arrange a time to get my furniture. I can come by mornings this week and I’m off Friday and Saturday. Can I stop by tomorrow morning?” “I’m working. What time are you coming by?” “I can be there anytime.” “I can leave the garage open for you. I don’t have an extra opener.” “That’s fine.” “When Mom finds out she’ll have a fit.” “Why?” “Billy! You’re old enough to be that kid’s father!” “Whatever. Look, Tam, I’m not really into a debate at the moment. I’m living in a tiny studio apartment while I look for a condo or a cheap house.” “Is it serious with Alexander? Are you moving in together?” Billy looked around the bare walls of his new abode. “I don’t know if it’s serious yet, and no, we’re not moving in together.” “I hope you’re ready to be rocked by the scandal.” “Scandal? It’s not a scandal. He’s legal.” “Barely!” “I didn’t call for your judgment. So, I’ll be there tomorrow morning.” “Fine.” She hung up. Billy disconnected the line and shook his head. If Alex was a woman instead of a man, no one would blink at the age difference. ~ Alex arrived at the studio with his script in his hand. He bypassed some cast members and hunted for his director. Not seeing her on any of their sets, Alex began knocking on doors. “Charlotte?” “Come in, sugarplum.” He opened a door and stopped short at seeing Charlotte in a meeting with his two co-producers, Will Markham and Derek Dixon. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were busy.” Before he shut the door, Will said, “Come in, Alex.” Alex entered the room, closing the door behind him.

“Have a seat.” After giving Alex’s attire a scrutinizing glance, Derek gestured to a chair near Charlotte. Alex sat down and spotted the newspaper on the table in front of him. “So? Which is it? Canning me or canceling Being Screwed?” “Neither, cupcake.” Charlotte caressed Alex’s hair. Alex flapped the script he was holding onto the tabletop and said, “I bite a woman? Are you insane? I’m a gay vamp! Hello?” No one smiled and Derek looked particularly serious. “Are you dating Lt. Sharpe or did you hire him as your bodyguard?” Derek asked. “He’s my boyfriend.” “I see.” Derek frowned. Alex laughed at the joke. “You see? You don’t see.” He addressed Will. “You’re gay. You’re out. Is anyone disapproving of you? Or how about your photographer lover who takes pictures of naked twinks?” “Calm down, pumpkin.” Charlotte held his wrist as it rested on the table. Alex shook it off and crossed his arms defiantly. “Whatever.” Will leaned over the table, his elbows on top of the news article. “We have been getting a lot of flack lately from out major sponsors, Alex, over our content. This cable channel wants to continue attracting advertising money.” “And? So? Make gay men invisible or stupid lame caricatures with limp wrists and lisps so they can laugh at them?” “You got it, Alex.” Charlotte did not look happy either. “No.” Alex shook his head. “No way.” “This kind of thing,” Derek pointed to the photo of him and Billy, “makes people think unsavory thoughts.” “I love him!” Alex choked in anger. “I love that man so much, I’d do anything for him.” “Calm down.” Charlotte rubbed Alex’s back. “No. Charlotte, come on. That’s my man. I’m not going to hide, to pretend he’s my fucking bodyguard…” “You’d put the entire cast and crew of this show in peril for your sexual exploits?” Derek, wearing his traditional gray business suit and yellow tie, tried to intimidate Alex, and Alex knew it.

“Exploits?” Alex nearly screamed. “You want exploits? I’ll fuck a tattooed bear in the middle of Santa Monica Boulevard!” Charlotte covered her smile and Will chuckled. “A bear?” Derek did not look amused. “Did he say he’d fuck a tattooed bear?” Will translated for Derek, “That’s a term for a husky man.” When Derek got it, he said, “The more you do to sabotage this show, the quicker it will be off the air.” “Fine!” Alex stood, shoving out his seat. “Get rid of me. You won’t make me straight.” He stormed out, slamming the door. Alex avoided his fellow cast members who were lingering by the set, drinking coffee and eating muffins and breakfast bars. Before he got to the exit, he heard his name. Alex stopped but didn’t turn around. “Sugarplum.” Charlotte touched his shoulder. “I can’t deal with this, Charlotte.” “Look at me.” He forced himself to meet her gaze, seeing how unhappy she was. “Alex, if we run away we lose. I get it. I do. You don’t think this is driving me as crazy as it is driving you?” “I won’t turn straight for them. For anyone.” “No one is asking you to.” She clasped his hand. “Come here.” Charlotte led him to a dim area near lighting fixtures and camera hardware. She sat him on a step ladder and crouched in front of him. “Let’s play their game for now.” Alex curled his lip in disgust. “I have already begun a campaign to battle this stupidity.” She glanced around behind her. “On Facebook I’ve set up two pages. One says, ‘Stop the cancellation of Forever Young’ and the other one is, ‘Keep the gay in Being Screwed.’ I connected it with hundreds of anti-homophobic groups…Alex, it’s already hit the ten thousand fan mark.” “Huh?” Alex took his phone out of his pocket and tapped at the keys to get on the website. He found both and ‘liked’ them, seeing all the comments that were posted. “Does the head of the cable network know about this?” “The minute we hit half a mill, he will.” Charlotte laughed.

Alex stared into Charlotte’s brown eyes. She was like a second mother to him while he was on the set. Her patience, her affection and her sheer determination to battle ignorance made her a saint in his eyes. He reached towards her. Charlotte accepted his embrace and rubbed his back. “We have a show to do, my sexy vamp.” “Okay, Charlotte.” He released her and stood up, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Do you need your script?” She touched the small of his back as they returned to the set. “No. I memorized my two lines.” “Hang in there. When that episode airs and the fans see you’re not in anything sexy, they will send hate mail to the producers.” Alex laughed and looked at her. Charlotte gave him a wink. ~ Both Adam and his assistant Natalie were scouring the listings for auditions for Keith and Carl. Though Adam had thought the idea of self production was good at three a.m., in the light of day he knew it wasn’t. His phone headset leaving his hands free, Adam began the process of finding work for his two big guns if their show was cancelled. Tapping keys on his computer, surfing the net, Adam found several calls for auditions through his network. He sent Carl’s promo packet to one and called as well. As he waited for the line to connect, he spotted Natalie giving him a thumbs-up as if she had some success. “Pogo Studios, how may I direct your call?” “This is Adam Lewis, I need to speak with Denny Ford.” “One moment, Mr. Lewis.” Adam looked back at the computer screen and its audition listings. “Adam?” “Denny, how are you?” “Good, Adam, how are you?” “Got a special favor to ask.” Adam drummed his fingers nervously on the desk. “Shoot.” “You have open auditions for a host of a gay travel show?”

“I do.” “I just sent you Carl Bronson’s resume.” “Carl? Really?” “Yes. Let me know if you received it.” After a moment and the sound of a keyboard’s clicking, Denny said, “Yes. I have it.” “Can you move it to the top?” “Carl would be willing to do a reality show? I heard rumors they were cancelling Forever Young. Are they gone?” “Not yet, but I’m weaving both he and Keith a safety net. And yes, Carl will do it if the price is right.” Adam had no idea if Carl would, but in this economy, reality shows were the easy earners. “How soon is he available?” “I don’t know. I’ll have to reread his contract. I think he’s okay to do this kind of work even if the show is not canned. When do you need him?” “I’m thrilled. Can you have him come in today?” “Yes. Thanks, Denny. Before I go, anything for Keith O’Leary out there on the horizon?” Another pause followed, then Denny asked, “Would they do the show together?” Adam blinked. “Yeah?” “Can you imagine Keith and Carl touring the world to review gay hotspots? I don’t know about you, Adam, but that’s a gay man’s fantasy come true.” “Tell me about it.” “I’ll email you all the details of the show’s format. Hang on.” Adam spun his chair towards the computer screen and refreshed his email box. The attachment from Denny came through. “Excellent. They’ll be there today.” “Thanks for thinking about me, Adam. To be honest, I would never have thought stars as big as Keith and Carl would be interested.” Adam hoped they were. “I’m sure they’d be delighted. Thanks, Denny. You always manage to come through for me.” “Ditto! Catch ya later.”

Adam was about to call Carl when Natalie spotted he had hung up. She entered his office with a pad and said, “Two auditions for each.” “No!” Adam stood and took the pad. “It’s not Forever Young, but it’s a possibility.” Adam read her notes. The two auditions for Carl were for mainstream leading male roles in weekly television dramas. Though Carl was accepted to audition, Adam didn’t hold his breath he’d get a part like that. But, he wouldn’t know until Carl tried. Keith had two lined up as well, one for comedy film and the other for the lead in a gay romance produced by an independent film studio in West Hollywood. “Excellent, Nat. You’re the best.” Adam dialed Keith and Carl’s phone number as Natalie’s phone rang. She returned to her desk to answer it just as Adam reached Carl. “Hello?” “Carl? Adam.” “Oh. Hi, Adam.” “Great news. I have some options for you guys already in the event the show is cancelled.” “No! Really? Hang on, let me tell Keith to get on the extension.” As Carl called out to Keith, Adam felt his nervous stomach ease up. At least there was hope.

Chapter 17 After spending the morning moving furniture into his apartment, by himself, Billy was exhausted. He drove to work at eleven and parked inside the contained police parking lot. Entering through the security door after punching in a key code, Billy walked to his office and greeted the patrol officers and sergeants from the morning shift as he did. He stood at his desk, looking through bulletins and reports of interest. The first watch lieutenant approached him. “Nothing new, Sharpe. It was a quiet morning.” “Good.” Billy met his eyes. “I was thinking of taking the night off. I’ve got a ton of time built up.” “Go. Get one of your sergeants to act as lieutenant.” “Sounds good.” Billy stopped the man before he walked off. “Hey…uh, Pete…Did you read the morning paper?” Pete smiled. “We all did. Don’t worry about it.” “What’s the gossip-mill saying?” “Split between thinking you’re a stud and a sicko.” Billy laughed. “Where do you stand?” “Stud. Any man our age who bags a twenty-two year old celebrity is top in my book. Gay or straight.” Billy couldn’t help but gloat. “Yeah. That’s my thought too. Thanks, Pete.” As Pete left the captain poked his head into Billy’s office. “You have a minute, Sharpe?” “Sure, Captain.” Billy gestured for him to enter. He did, closing the door behind him. With the seriousness of his captain’s expression, Billy wondered if he was one of the men who thought he was a ‘sicko’. “What’s on your mind?” “I’m going to be taking vacation at the end of the month and I wondered if you’d mind acting in my place.” “Oh!” Billy nodded his head. “Yes, of course.” “Good.” The captain paused and smiled. “I don’t care about your social life.” “I was hoping.” “Have fun with him.” “I intend to. I was going to take the day off. You mind?” “Just pick an acting lieutenant before you go.” “Thanks, Captain.”

“Have a good day.” After he left the office Billy headed to find his SWAT sergeant to get himself off the hook. By the time he was sitting in his truck, Billy decided on a bite to eat before he headed to the apartment to finish arranging everything he had dumped off. He still had to get the mattress and box spring for his bed and one dresser that was too large to carry alone. Cruising Sunset Boulevard for a burger joint, Billy slowed with the traffic and noticed a different type of shop among the many retail establishments along the way. He turned off at the next street and saw a car leaving a spot. Billy parallel parked and got out, heading to the meter. After adding coins into the slot, Billy adjusted his gun and badge and walked to the intersection to cross the street. Billy began to feel a sense of triumph. The sensation of riding high again, being in love, and getting butterflies in your stomach every time you thought of the man in your life, made Billy happy. He was lucky he was no longer on patrol. Coming out of the closet for one of the brass, especially lieutenant and above, was not as lethal as being on patrol. Billy was nearly at the top of the chain of command in the internal structure of the police department. He had no fear of recriminations and could easily file a complaint on any officer who showed his ugly homophobic face. And with that powerful image in his head, Billy did something foolish and impulsive. He entered Down and Dirty Harry’s tattoo parlor. There were two men inside, one reading a magazine at the counter, and the other sitting and watching a big screen TV. Both were covered in tattoos and piercings and appeared to be in their mid-thirties. The man behind the counter straightened up and looked nervous at Billy’s presence. The gun and badge had that effect. “Can I help you?” “Yes. I want to get a tattoo.” “Oh.” He looked relieved. “Have any idea what?” “Yes. I do.” Billy smiled. ~

Since Alex was in only one scene and fumed as he watched the others doing their straight sex scenes, Charlotte told him he could go home for the day. It was after three and he was trying not to be furious at the world. As he walked to his car in the studio lot, Alex checked his phone for missed messages. He listened to a few from his friends who were still going to class at UCLA and began a text conversation as he approached his car. He stood beside it in the warm breeze, and sent Billy a quickie in case he needed a pickme-up at work. ‘luvya-L-T.’ As Alex unlocked his car to get in, his phone rang. He saw it was Billy and brightened up. “Hey!” “Hey, sweetheart. How’s your day going?” “Eh…could be better.” Alex started the Mustang to get the air conditioner going. “How’s life on the streets?” “I took the day off.” “Really? Are you at the apartment?” Alex lowered his music so he could hear Billy. “Yes. I moved the furniture I could carry alone in this morning. I need another body for the mattress and dresser.” “You got a body. Mine.” Alex immediately grew excited. “Are you off now?” “Yes. I just finished my rehearsal. I had all of two lines in this episode.” “So?” “So?” Alex laughed. “Do you want me to pick you up or would you like to come here?” “I’m on my way.” “Great. Can’t wait.” “Me neither.” Alex felt warm and tingly all over. “Love you.” “Love you too.” He hung up and ignored the text messages that came from his friends after the call, and headed to Billy’s apartment. An hour later Alex parked in the guest spot and buzzed Billy’s intercom, wondering whether it worked. When the door clicked open, he knew it did. He took the stairs two by two and jogged down the hallway. The door to Billy’s apartment was

ajar, so he entered and located him putting dishes into the cabinets from cardboard boxes. “I hate moving.” Alex shook his head. “I’m not too thrilled about it either, but I just brought the bare minimum.” Alex approached Billy and admired him in just his gym shorts. He was about to comment on how fabulous he looked when he stopped short. “You got a tat?” “I was wondering when you’d notice.” Billy grinned wickedly at him. “Let me see!” Alex grabbed Billy’s elbow and held up his right arm. A string of black barbed wire encircled his biceps and in the scrolling black was the word ‘Alex’. It was discreet, but it was permanent. Alex opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out he was so stunned. “Hurts like hell.” Billy glanced at it. “It’s still red.” An emotional tidal wave hit Alex. He covered his face and sobbed from the act of devotion. “Alex…baby. I’m sorry. I know it was crazy and impulsive.” Billy drew Alex close, holding his shoulders. “I had it done like this so if you disapproved or something happened I could just incorporate it into the design.” Though he struggled to fight it back, Alex could not stop his tears. “Billy…” “Baby. Talk to me. Did I fuck up?” With hot tears running down his face he met Billy’s eyes. “It’s the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me.” Billy embraced him, squeezing him tight. “I love you, Billy. I love you so much.” Alex held him close and cried on his shoulder. “I love you too, Alex. More than you could ever know.” Alex grabbed Billy’s jaw and kissed him, climbing on him until his legs were wrapped around Billy’s hips and his ankles were hooked together. Billy cupped the back of Alex’s head through his hair, deepening their kiss to a toe curling swoon. Alex drew Billy’s tongue into his mouth and sucked it, feeling his cock pulsating as it pressed against Billy’s body. Still going wild kissing and moaning as they did, Billy carried Alex out of the kitchen and knelt down on the floor with him. The moment

Alex felt the short pile carpet beneath him he urged Billy to his back and climbed over him. Billy raised Alex’s midriff shirt up and off his head so they were skin to skin. Alex was wary of Billy’s fresh tattoo and made sure he didn’t brush against it. Enjoying the kissing so much he didn’t want to spot, Alex began grinding his cock on Billy’s, riding them over each other until both of them were going insane. Billy broke the kiss, panting, “I have lube.” He glanced in the direction of a night table which was beside the headboard, footboard, and planks of a bed. Alex sat up on Billy’s legs, staring at him, his rough five o’clock shadow, the dark hair on his chest, that tattoo… Closing his eyes to try and get control over himself, Alex reached into his shorts and righted his cock. The head poked out of the waistband when he did. “Jesus.” Billy grabbed Alex and spun them over so he was on top. He tugged Alex’s shorts down his legs and went for his cock. Alex gasped and jerked his hips off the carpet as Billy held it by the base and sucked. “Billy…Billy…” Alex humped against the wet heat and the friction of Billy’s palm. “So good…” His eyes kept being drawn to Billy’s muscular arm and the new tattoo. My name! My name is inked on his skin! The tears began to run down the sides of Alex’s face. Loved. Like his father, nothing meant more to Alex than to be loved. And though he and Billy may have ‘officially’ begun their relationship a day ago, he knew they had loved each other for a very long time. “Fuck me. Take me! Billy… Own me.” Billy sat up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. “Are you crying again?” Billy lay on top of Alex and wiped at his tears, kissing them. “Because I’m so happy.” Alex hiccupped. “Make love to me.” Billy climbed off Alex and crawled to the night table. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was floored, completely stunned, and would never forget the gesture of loyalty and love that Billy had done for him. Never.

Billy returned, once again cuddling Alex into his arms and kissing him. Alex knew the emotions were not compatible with hot sex. So he had to stop crying. Alex reached between them to Billy’s cock, drawing it upright in his palm, getting it hard. Billy parted from his mouth and watched. “I wanna eat you.” Alex licked his lips seductively. Billy instantly met his eyes. “Eat you…” Alex snarled, feeling Billy’s cock throb in his fingers. “Eat me, pretty boy.” Alex lunged for him, pushing Billy back against the carpet. Billy reached back and prevented himself from slamming the floor. In response to the aggression, Billy said, “Wow! Rough me up, gorgeous!” Alex nearly spontaneously combusted at Billy’s excitement. He dragged Billy’s briefs and shorts down and off his legs, throwing them into the air. When Billy was lying on his back, naked, vulnerable and hard as stone, Alex opened Billy’s legs to a straddle and went for his puckered rim. He buried his face into Billy’s body and licked at his salty skin. With his mouth against the root of Billy’s cock, Alex could feel him pulsating and throbbing as his heavy respiration filled the small space with its bare beige walls. Alex chewed on him gently, touching Billy’s balls and stiff cock as he did. “Babe, if you jack me now, I’ll come.” Alex let up, enjoying the knowledge that he could make Billy come simply by how much he wanted to devour him. He spotted a condom and lubrication beside them on the carpet, and tore open the package with his teeth. Staring at Billy while he did, Alex rolled the rubber on Billy’s cock. Billy blew out a few loud breaths, as if edging an impending climax. Once the condom was on Billy, Alex opened the bottle of lube and dribbled it into his palm. He grabbed Billy’s cock like a bat and slid his hand upwards slowly. “Ahhhfuck…Alex.” Billy clenched his fists. With Billy well lubricated, Alex straddled him and eased down on top of him. After Billy was deep inside him, Alex began riding him, staring at Billy’s handsome face.

They locked gazes. The intensity of their connection set Alex’s teeth on edge. His own dick was thick and bobbed with his movements. He felt the head of Billy’s cock riding over his sweet spot and shivered, his slit beginning to leak pre-cum. “Billy…” he whispered like a prayer. “Come for me, you fantastic man.” Billy reached for Alex’s cock and ran his fingers over it. A man. Not a child, not a toddler. He called me a man. Alex’s love only grew. I must be a man to get someone like this. Someone smart, successful, powerful, mature… “Ah!” Alex threw back his head as the sensation of climax rose in him. “Come on, baby!” Billy fisted Alex’s cock, letting Alex do the humping. The mixture of friction in and outside Alex’s body was pushing him over the edge. He revved up the speed and depth of his fucking, wanting to please his man. “Ahhh! Alex! Jesus Christ!” When Alex felt Billy’s cock throbbing, coming inside him, he dove off the edge and came. Streams of milky cum coated Billy’s sweating skin, spraying his chest and abdomen. “Ah! Ah! Billy!” Alex rode him as deep as he could as he came, prolonging the climax. With the intense pleasure, Alex felt so much love for Billy his lip quivered. “Aww, come here, beautiful.” Billy reached out. Alex disconnected from Billy and lay on top of him, the sticky cum sealing their skin together. With Billy’s strong arms around him, Alex felt secure and loved like he never did before. “I’m yours. Lt. Billy Sharpe…I am so fucking yours.” “Good. Because that fucking tat hurts.” Billy chuckled. Alex leaned up so he could stare at him. “Do you love me?” “So much that it scares me.” Alex felt the urge to ask if he felt this way about Angel in the beginning but didn’t. The mood was too good. “So? Mattress? Still got strength, Samson?” “Grrr…your youth and vitality invigorates me.” Billy squeezed him. “God! Could you get any hotter?” Alex laughed.

Billy blinked. “Are you hard again?” “I told you. I’ll be in heat constantly with a gorgeous police lieutenant as my very own lover.” “Come ‘ere.” Billy grabbed Alex’s head and kissed him. Alex swooned, feeling like the heroine in a romance novel who has finally gotten her knight.

Chapter 18 Alex sat beside Billy in Billy’s big Ford truck. The macho rig, the gun, the badge, a man with a fabulous new tattoo, rugged, handsome…if Alex didn’t stop working himself into a state of desire, he’d have Billy’s cock in his mouth again. They were headed to Westwood to pick up the mattress set and dresser. “How you doing, gorgeous?” Billy rubbed Alex’s bare leg. “I keep thinking I’m going to wake up.” “Wow. You are so good for my ego.” Billy smiled at him. “Back at ya, L-T.” Alex felt his phone vibrate. He took it out and read it. “It’s Dad.” “Answer it. Don’t make him worry.” “Hi, Dad.” Alex stared at Billy’s tattoo. He had massaged it for him with moisture cream, and now couldn’t stop staring at it. “Where are you?” “With Billy. I’m helping him move some of his things into his apartment.” “How was work?” “Horrible.” Billy glanced at him. They hadn’t talked about Alex’s work, too busy fucking and enjoying each other. “I’m sorry, Alex. Did you talk to Charlotte?” “Yes. She’s started a Facebook page to bring back the gay in Being Screwed and to stop the cancellation of Forever Young.” “That woman is a crusader. I hope she succeeds.” “She seems to think once this bland episode is aired, that the hostility will show the cable network that we have a lot of support. Fuck those homophobic sponsors. They suck!” Alex licked Billy’s naked shoulder right above the tattoo. He tasted the moisturizer and made a face at the bitterness. Billy laughed at him. “Yes, well,” Mark said, “It sometimes feels like our supporters are the silent majority.” “What can I do, Dad? I can’t quit.” “No. I agree. Hang in there and try to have the wait and see attitude. So, you won’t be home for dinner?”

“No.” Alex checked the clock on the dash. “It’s already after five and we’re just now heading to Billy’s sister’s house to pick up his stuff.” “Will you be sleeping there tonight?” Alex asked Billy, “Will I be sleeping with you tonight?” “Do you need to get home for a change of clothing?” “I can head out early in the morning.” Billy shrugged. “Yes, Dad, I’m staying at Billy’s but I’ll be by in the morning for clean clothes.” “All right, Alex. Tell Billy I said hi.” “He says hi,” Alex relayed. “Hi, Mark,” Billy replied. “He said—” “I heard, thank you, Alex. See you in the morning.” “Bye, Dad.” Alex disconnected the call and noticed several missed texts from his friends. He left them for later and put his phone back into his pocket. “Alex?” “Yes?” Alex woke out of his thoughts. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell your dad about my tattoo.” “That’s up to you. I’m not telling anyone.” “Thank you, Alex.” “You’re welcome.” Alex cupped Billy’s balls. He couldn’t get enough of them. “Now tell me what’s going on at work.” “One of the producers, Derek Dixon, is getting nervous about some sponsors pulling the plug on us because of the gay content on the show.” “I’m sorry, Alex.” Billy slowed down, stopped, and then began backing into a driveway. A mini-van was in front of the garage beside the modest house. “I’ll just do what Charlotte tells me to do. She’s the only one around who’s got any brains.” “That sounds like a good plan.” Billy turned off the engine and hopped out, opening his tailgate. They met at the garage and Billy rolled open the door manually. It was loaded with boxes, bicycles, baby items, and gardening tools.

Two enormous cardboard boxes were lying against the wall. Alex knew by their shape they were Billy’s bed. Billy moved a few things out of the way and stood at the back end of the box. “Let me know when you have it.” Alex tried to find a hold. Billy said, “Punch your fingers through the cardboard.” Seeing Billy had already created a hole, Alex began trying to poke through. Billy approached him, a wry smile on his lips. He ran his fingers over the area Alex was trying to puncture and pushed his hand right through the tough cardboard. “Now I feel like a woman.” Alex laughed. “Um. No way.” Billy touched Alex’s jaw and tilted it up for a kiss. “Billy?” Alex opened his eyes and looked over Billy’s shoulder. A woman, wearing a floral skirt and white blouse with tiny lacing around the collar and short sleeves, was standing nearby. Judging by her appearance, Alex figured she was in her forties and not active in sports. Though Billy had been kissing him when they were spied, he didn’t react quickly. He took his time ending the kiss, and continued to stay in contact with Alex by touching him. “Tammy, this is Alex. Alex, this is my older sister.” “Nice to meet you.” Alex smiled at her. She didn’t smile back. “How much are you moving tonight?” “Just the bed and that dresser.” Billy pointed to the items. “That’s it until I buy a place. Then I’ll take everything.” Her expression pinched. Alex noticed a silver cross hanging around her throat. “Mom?” A young man stood at the side door behind the women. “Uncle Billy!” He exited the house and approached. “Hi Matthew.” Billy hugged him. “Mom didn’t even say you were coming.” He spun around to see Alex. Just as Billy gestured to introduce Alex, Matthew said, “Alexander Richfield?” “Hi.” Alex stepped closer to him. “Oh my God! Uncle Billy! You know Alex?” Tammy didn’t look happy. She spun completely around on her conservative wedge heels and entered the house.

“Alex and I are dating.” “Wow! Mom never tells me anything.” Matthew reached out his hand. “Alex, I love your show.” Alex took his hand and shook it. “Good. Then log onto Facebook and tell them not to take the gay out.” “What?” Matthew laughed. “Never mind.” Alex tried to disregard his own comment. “I want to join the police department, Uncle Billy, but Mom’s dead set against it.” “So am I. Finish your degree and work behind a desk.” “No, come on.” Matthew laughed. “You don’t want to be a cop.” Billy slid his sunglasses to the top of his head. “You got a tattoo?” Matthew moved so he could see it. “Sweet. I want one of those too. Mom is so controlling.” Matthew looked up at the door. “When you get your degree and a job, move out.” “I will. I want to move out now.” Matthew looked at Alex. “Do you guys live together?” Billy said, “Not at the moment. I’m staying in a tiny studio until I can find a decent place to buy.” Matthew inspected the tattoo. “Says ‘Alex’. You guys must be serious.” “We’re heading that way.” Billy winked at Alex. It sent a flutter to Alex’s stomach. He loved hearing that. “Do you need some help moving your stuff?” “Sure.” Billy walked back to his end of the mattress. “We need to get this in the bed of my truck.” Alex and Matthew took one side, and Billy the other. The three of them lifted it, carrying it around the mini-van to the truck. Billy raised his end up, riding it along the bed and then dropping it to lay flat. They went back for the second box, doing the same. Next Billy stood at one end of the dresser and wiped at a bead of sweat rolling down his face with his arm. Alex wanted to lick it off. “Can you pick it up?” Billy asked the young men, crouching down to raise his side.

Alex tried to lift it alone and choked in shock at how heavy it was. Matthew stood beside him and with the two of them, they matched Billy’s strength. They walked it slowly to the truck and put it down behind it. “I want it lying on its back, length-wise over the mattress box.” “Are you kidding me?” Alex shook his head. “You two get in, and I’ll try and get it up for you.” “Oh, Billy,” Alex giggled, “You always get it up.” Matthew laughed and blushed. “Wise-ass.” Billy nudged Alex to the truck bed. “In. Up.” “Mm! You’re making me horny!” Alex threw back his head with a gasp. “You guys are great.” Matthew chuckled at them. “Are you gay?” Alex asked. “No. Sorry.” “Don’t worry. I have what I want.” Alex beamed at Billy. “Is this going to take all day?” Billy teased. “Nope.” Matthew hopped up, on top of the mattress boxes and crouched down to receive the dresser. Alex joined him, trying to balance on the awkward boxes. After rubbing his hands together, Billy grabbed the dresser and hefted it up. Matthew reached for it, directing it to lay flat on its back. Alex tried to help and not be distracted by Billy’s strength and bulging biceps. Between the three of them, they managed to get the piece of furniture in. Alex sat on the wall of the truck bed. “Now how am I supposed to help you get it out?” “I can help,” Matthew offered. “Matthew?” Tammy yelled from the door. “Dinner’s on the table.” “I’m helping Uncle Billy, Mom.” “Go eat, Matt.” Billy tilted his head to the door. “I can meet you at your place.” Matthew jumped out of the truck. “It’s okay. There’s a hand truck in the garage I’ll take with me.” Matthew hugged Billy and said, “I’m so glad to see you again. I feel like it’s been ages.”

“Since Christmas.” Billy patted Matthew’s shoulder. “Make sure you give me your new address so I can come visit.” “You bet.” “Bye, Alex. Nice meeting you!” “You too, Matt.” Alex watched him enter the house then caught a scowl from Tammy before she shut the door. Billy closed the tailgate and walked back to the garage. As he hunted around in the mess, Alex climbed out of the truck and walked to the shady area near the open garage door. “How old is Matt?” “Nineteen.” Billy found what he was looking for. He picked up the hand-truck. “This will work.” He shut the garage. “Ahh, I get it now.” Alex realized Billy’s sister was angry because he was dating a man nearly as young as her son. “Yup. Now you get it.” Billy wedged the hand-truck beside the mattress boxes in the back of the truck and took out his keys. “Ready?” “Yup.” Alex climbed into the passenger’s side and looked at his hands. Billy held one and kissed it, looking at Alex as he did. “Did you hurt yourself?” “No.” Alex melted at Billy’s care. “Good.” He started the engine and slowly began their drive to the apartment. “Does Tammy keep Matthew away from you?” “No. Not like what you’re thinking. But since Tammy and I don’t get along well, I don’t get to see him as often as I’d like. I suppose now that he’s in college, we could make more of an effort.” “He seems very nice.” Alex fastened his seatbelt. “He is.” Billy shifted gears and drove down the street. “But I don’t want him to be a cop.” “Too dangerous?” “Yes.” Billy’s expression became stern. “Why did you become one, Billy?” “Because my dad and uncle were.” Billy slowed for traffic, checking the rear view mirror, Alex assumed to make sure the

load hadn’t shifted. “The men on my father’s side were military, police, or both.” “Wow.” Alex reached for Billy’s leg, craving sex with him again. “I was in the army reserve before I was a cop.” “I didn’t know.” Alex gazed at Billy, seeing his tattoo again. “I wouldn’t want my son, or my nephew, to do it now. Not with three wars and the violence on the street. It’s changing, Alex, and not for the better.” Alex thought about it. It seems his celebrity world wasn’t the only one going bad. He scooted to the middle of the bench seat, after undoing his seatbelt. He found the center lap belt, and knowing Billy would insist, Alex put it on, then he rested his head on Billy’s shoulder. Billy kissed his hair and they drove the rest of the way in silence.

Chapter 19 At six o’clock Mark sat on the couch across from his psychiatrist, Dr. Van Eldon. With the bottle of water in his hand, Mark relaxed in a comfortable straddle as the doctor sat with a notepad on his lap and his legs crossed. “I know I should be upset about this relationship, Doctor, but Billy may be just what Alexander needs.” “Do you trust Billy to look out for Alex’s well being?” “With all my heart. Billy is incredibly intelligent and trustworthy. He’s the one who found me during that terrible night I was attacked. Remember? Whilst I was doing that shoot for Sunspecs?” “Billy came to your rescue?” “Yes. It was the first time we met. Needless to say, I knew then he was an amazing man. And Alex has mooned over him from the moment he laid eyes on him. Alex and Billy met three years ago when Alex first enrolled at UCLA.” Mark sipped the water. “I did worry for Angel, the man Billy was living with before he and Alex began dating. But I got the feeling when I spoke to him last that Angel didn’t think that he and Billy still had anything worth fighting for.” Dr. Van Eldon nodded, but didn’t reply. Mark knew the odd silence kept him rambling. He assumed that was the point. “But their age difference.” Mark made a noise of concern. “Twenty years, Doctor. I mean, really.” “I agree it does seem like a large gap. But many May/December romances have been successful.” “Now. Yes. Whilst Billy is still young and active. What happens in ten years?” “That remains to be seen. And in ten years, Alex will be a thirty-two year old man, and more mature.” “Yes.” Mark thought about it. “I’ll be bloody fifty! Shoot me now.” “Speaking of that. Let’s get around to you. How have you been? Any more contact with Leslie?” “Mum?” Mark made a sour face. “None. I have once again vanished. You’d think for Alex’s sake she would call.”

“Perhaps you can call her. Set up a regular time and keep in touch.” “I couldn’t do it. The belittling, the badgering.” Mark shivered in exaggeration. “Oh. I am thinking of buying the estate from her.” “Really? Not too many bad childhood memories there?” “Scads of them. But still, if Jackie, Adam, Steve and I are there to play, perhaps our good memories will override the awful ones.” “That’s a good attitude, Mark.” “I can’t dwell on my father forever. Yes, he kicked the shite out of me, trying to beat the ‘gay’ out, but…well?” Mark opened his hand. “Guess what? I’m gay.” “It’s unfortunate that some parents, particularly fathers, take issue with their sons being gay. Like it’s a slap to their own masculinity.” “Precisely.” Mark placed the empty bottle on the table in front of him. “The media has been very nasty towards homosexuals lately. You know, they are threatening to cancel Forever Young because of the pressure from the sponsors for the gay content?” “I thought the gay content was the reason for its success in the first place.” “You see? Look how far backwards we’ve come? Five years ago that show was all the rage, because of Keith and Carl. Now? With this new ignorant right wing blowing hot air at all of us? Keith and Carl must go. Makes me shiver. I mean, Alexander doesn’t hide his sexuality. He flaunts it. Wearing tiny outfits and growing his hair long. I’m terrified someone will beat him up.” “Maybe you should hire someone to protect him.” Mark smiled. “There is someone now.” “Billy Sharpe.” “Yes. Whilst Alex is with Billy, he is safe.” “Then I hope their relationship lasts.” “So do I. I wish it was permanent. Like a tattoo.” Mark laughed. ~ “A gay travel show?”

“They pay us to tour the world, Keith.” Carl printed the information regarding their auditions which Adam had attached to an email. “On Pogo?” “Yes. We watch a few programs on that channel. It’s pretty good.” “It sounds like a low-paying reality show.” Keith sat on the foot of their bed, watching as Carl gathered the paperwork as it printed. “It is. But it’s better than nothing if we lose our jobs. We can work there, and Adam can still continue to find us better roles.” Carl leafed through the pile. “These are yours.” Keith took them, reading the time and place for each audition, in the event they needed to find work. The two for acting parts came with dialogue to memorize. “Let me see yours.” Keith reached out for them. Carl handed them over, closing the computer and sitting beside him on the bed. “This one looks great. Leading role in a new network drama?” He glanced at Keith. “It’s for a straight man.” “I can act.” Carl laughed, kissing Keith’s shoulder. “Huh. You think they’d hire you? Right on the heels of Forever Young?” “Maybe. Think about it. Does mainstream America watch our show? My guess is they do. The right wing tune in, see us kiss, cringe and swear, then watch FOX News.” Keith laughed. “True.” He looked at his auditions again. “A gay sitcom. Yech. I’ll have to lisp and wiggle.” “Probably.” Carl flopped to his back on the bed and began tugging Keith’s shirt out of his jeans. “Funny. Now that I’ve seen all of them, I like the travel one the best.” Keith placed the pile of paper on the floor, then laid beside Carl once he had taken off his shirt. “That’s because we can be gay, together.” Carl tugged his shirt off, wriggling out of his jeans. “Yes. That’s exactly why. Just like on our show.” Keith got naked and began kissing and touching Carl’s cock.

“Maybe we can make it a racy travel show…like begin making love in an exotic hotel and have the door close once we’re fucking.” “Mm. Now that’s a show I’d watch.” Keith crawled higher on the bed, resting beside Carl. “I’m not panicking at least. There are some options if we get canned.” “I read on the net the backlash to the possible cancelling of our show is pretty spectacular.” “Really? The fans in an uproar?” Keith drew Carl’s cock through his fingers. “Yes. And there’s also a couple of fan page that say, ‘Keep the gay in Being Screwed’ and ‘Stop the cancellation of Forever Young,” Keith began laughing. “Love it! I have to ‘like’ those next time I’m logged on. “There were nearly thirty thousand fans already on each.” “No!” “But the morons behind the scenes never succumb to that kind of pressure. They don’t give a shit about anything.” Carl looked down at Keith playing with his cock. “I doubt it’ll stop the tide against gays.” “You don’t know that. The thing I find odd is why don’t the producers just seek other sponsors? Why cancel a top rated, Emmy award winning drama? Don’t you think this is some kind of a knee jerk reaction?” “Yes. I absolutely agree with you.” Carl ran his fingers over Keith’s cock, which was soft because of the serious conversation. “You know, you and I never had a meeting with anyone about this.” “What’s to say? Charlotte will let us know if it’s official.” Keith rolled to his back and thought about it. “I wish I could bankroll a continued production of that show. Carl, it’s a winner, and five seasons is a very short run.” Carl leaned his chin in his hand and toyed with Keith’s nipple. “You think we can get someone to consider taking over the show? Court some new advertisers or something?” “I have no idea. Is that something we can do?” “Is that ever done?”

“I can’t think of one show that’s been picked up by another sponsor after it was threatened to be cancelled. Can you?” “They do it with sports.” Keith rubbed his face in frustration. “I don’t think it’s possible.” Carl dropped to his back in annoyance. “Now I’m not interested in sex.” Keith sighed and held his hand. ~ Adam wiped the treadmill down after he slowed to a walk, then a crawl. He shut it off guzzling his water and watching Jack who pumped heavy weights. “This is killing me today.” “I’m feeling like shit as well.” Jack sat on a reclining bench with a dumbbell in each hand and began doing flies. Adam put his towel and empty water bottle down and crouched behind Jack to spot him, looking at Jack in the wall mirror of the gym they had created in their home. The music was loud but the CD had just come to an end. “One more,” Jack said, struggling and shaking as Adam touched his arms from underneath to help Jack do another repetition. The sound of a mobile ringtone sounded. “Who’s calling you now?” Jack asked, setting the weights beside him on the floor. Adam checked his watch. It was nearing seven. “Let me see.” He walked to a table where it was lying and picked it up. “Carl?” “Hey, Adam, sorry to bug you after hours.” “No problem. Did you get the attachment I sent you and Keith?” “Yes. Thanks. The travel show looks like fun.” Adam kept sweating from his run, so he picked up his towel to wipe his face down. Jack set the heavy barbells back in the rack and drank from his water bottle as he stared at Adam. “Keith and I have a question.” “Shoot.” Adam sat on one of the weigh benches. Jack joined him, leaning on his shoulder. “Has a show up for cancellation because of insecure sponsors ever been picked up by another sponsor?” Adam laughed. “Not often, at least not to my knowledge.”

“Shit.” “I don’t know if there’s any hope that your show will become the first network phoenix.” “What if Keith and I found our own backers? Big money advertisers?” Adam looked at Jack, Jack obviously could ascertain what the conversation was about by his half. “I have no idea. I’m hoping it doesn’t come down to that.” It dawned on Adam he was sitting next to a lawyer. “Jack, do you know anything about the legality of actors finding their own sponsors for their show?” “Is that what they want to do?” Jack removed his fingerless weightlifting gloves. “Hang on, Carl. Here’s Jack. Ask him.” Adam handed Jack his phone. “Hi, Carl. What’s up?” Adam could hear Carl’s voice, but not his actual words as he spoke to Jack. “I don’t think it’s illegal, Carl,” Jack said, “but if you want the heads up on the world of advertising, I suggest you call Mark and Steve.” Adam was intrigued. This had potential. “Okay. Here’s Adam.” Jack handed him the phone. “Carl?” Adam began getting excited. “It’s just a thought, Adam. I mean, if we can at least offer to find a new sponsor for them maybe we can actually do something to stop the cancellation.” “Call Charlotte. I know she was disappointed when the series was up for cancellation.” “I will. Thanks, Adam. Oh, and thanks for the travel show offer. I doubt it pays much, but it sounds like fun.” Adam knew it didn’t pay well. “No problem. I know for sure you and Keith will get that one if you need it.” “Great. I’ll talk to you soon.” “Bye.” Adam closed his phone and stared at Jack. “Could it work?” “Sure. I would imagine if those guys find big money sponsors, why not? They should make a movie version, like Sex in the City.” “With all that sex in it?”

Jack shrugged. “I’d watch it.” “Me too.” Adam kissed him.

Chapter 20 Billy used a drill to screw his bed together. Alex sat on the floor, holding the boards in place. Once the frame was complete, he removed the box spring and mattress from the cardboard and, with Alex’s help, placed them on the frame. They were both sweating even with the fan and air conditioner running. Billy shook out a fitted sheet, and Alex grabbed it from the opposite side. Between them, they got the bed made quickly and pushed the cardboard the mattresses had been stored in against the wall by the door. “Enough!” Billy shook out his arms. “Shower.” He reached out his hand. Alex took it and they headed to the bathroom together. “This is our first couples shower.” Alex tugged his shorts down and his semi-erection wagged between his legs. Billy stepped out of his gym shorts and turned on the water in the shower. As he waited for it to heat up, he wrapped one arm around Alex and drew their bodies close. He caught sight of their reflection in the mirror over the sink. It startled him. He had never viewed them from the ‘outside’. Did he look much older than Alex? Alex licked his nipple, then stopped to look as well. “Mm.” “You think?” Billy was trying to decide if being with Alex was making him look middle-aged. When Billy was with Angel he didn’t think about age at all. Suddenly Billy understood why Mark had issues about growing old. Living with Alex as a reminder of youth couldn’t be easy. He was going to find out just what that was like. “Look how pretty we are together.” Alex kissed Billy. They were nearly the same height. Alex was tall, but slender. Billy had him by an inch, maybe two. Alex slid his hand down Billy’s biceps, squeezing it. It was the opposite side of his tattoo. Wanting to see his new ink, Billy spun them around to get a good view. Soon the room filled up with steam and the image in the mirror became cloudy. As he witnessed them together, seeing what the world must see when they appear in public, Billy

couldn’t deny his mixed feelings. Yes, he was proud, loved Alex deeply, but… “Billy?” He snapped back into focus, sliding the shower door open and stepping in, wetting down. Alex followed, waiting his turn. Billy moved out of the way for him, pouring shampoo into his palm. As Alex wet down under the spray, his hair soaked and running down his shoulders and chest, Billy stopped shampooing and admired him. Wet, Alex’s hair nearly came to his pierced nipple. He opened his eyes and blinked, as if the stare Billy was giving him meant something. Then, in slow motion, Alex cupped Billy’s jaw and urged him to his lips. Billy embraced Alex around his waist, picking him up and spinning him around so he could rinse the soap out of his hair as they kissed. Billy released Alex to make sure the shampoo was washed away, then felt Alex running the soap all over his chest and down to his genitals. Billy was already excited. Alex’s fingers drew on his stiff length. “You’re so beautiful.” Alex’s eyes met Billy’s gaze instantly. “Make love to me.” “I will, pretty boy. I will.” Billy caressed his cheek. They finished washing and shut the water. As Alex ran a towel over his hair and back, Billy dried off quickly, watching every move Alex made. How can this delicate flower be a demon in bed? Billy threw the towel down and picked Alex up, over his shoulder. “Oh!” Alex dropped his towel, relaxed while Billy carried him. Resisting the urge to once again ravish this star, Billy rested Alex on the newly fashioned bed with its fresh Egyptian cotton sheets and silky bedspread. Without anything covering the balcony sliding doors, the sun angled into the third floor unit as it began its decent into a short summer night. Billy dug the lube and condoms out of the nightstand drawer. “Do we need condoms?” Alex ran his fingers over his long dick.

“For now.” Billy sat on the bed and leaned down, sucking the tip of Alex’s cock. “I don’t want to use them. I tested negative, Billy.” Alex caressed Billy’s cheek. “Let’s discuss it later. Okay?” Billy nuzzled against Alex’s balls, rubbing his mouth along his moist skin. He parted Alex’s legs and kept licking and running his lips over him. As he drew nearer to Alex’s rim, Billy stared at it for a moment. This type of foreplay was not his usual and with Angel there had been little foreplay at all. Alex spread his legs, bending his knees, and propped his head up on a pillow. Billy made himself comfortable on the bed, parting Alex’s butt cheeks for access. He ran his tongue over his puckered ring. Alex moaned and his legs went limp in a wide straddle. Deciding whether he liked this or not, Billy knew that right after a shower was the best time. He went for it. Why not? “Ahh! Billy! Wow!” Bending Alex nearly in half, Billy fucked him with his tongue, finding the more he turned Alex on, the hornier he got. I was crazy enough to get your name tattooed on my arm, I can at least try anything once. When Alex’s ass was slick with his saliva, Billy used his thumb to work in tandem with his mouth. He pushed it inside Alex while gnawing at the base of his cock up to the back of his balls. Alex let go a long low whimper and his muscles twitched. Billy sucked one of his balls into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, pushing his thumb deeper and massaging the ring while he did. “Oh my God…Billy…” Alex began rocking against Billy’s hand. Billy released his ball and ran long wet laps up Alex’s length. The shape of Alex’s cock was Billy’s ideal. Narrow, long, straight, with a perfectly formed mushroom shaped head. It was blushing red at the moment, but normally it wasn’t much darker than Alex’s lovely bronze skin tone. Alex’s pubic bush was groomed, but not shaven. And the young man didn’t have one dark hair on his chest.

As Billy sucked on the head, tasting Alex’s pre-cum on his tongue, he not only wanted to fuck him, he wanted to be fucked by him. “I need you inside me,” Alex said, looking soft and alluring. “Is that your preference?” “Yes.” Alex met Billy’s gaze. “Why?” “Would you like to top sometime?” Alex practically flew over the bed and tackled Billy. Billy gasped at the surprise and his head hung off the foot of the bed. Alex knelt over him, straddling his hips. “Yeah?” Billy tried to scoot lower so he could stop feeling like he was going to topple off. “Anything you want, babe.” “You’d let me top you?” “Why do you look so surprised?” Billy touched the drying ends of Alex’s long hair. “Because no one else has.” That gave Billy pause. He never enquired how Alex and Oliver made love. Why would he? Billy wasn’t aware of any other sexual partners Alex may have had. But was it natural with Alex’s androgyny and his acceptance to play bottom, to never have had a top experience? Billy cupped Alex’s cheeks. “Be my guest.” Alex dropped on top of Billy, kissing him and wriggling all over him. “Thank you!” The confusion Billy felt over Alex’s reaction nearly made him angry and lose his erection. No one allowed Alex to top? Why not? He and Angel were fifty-fifty in that arrangement. “Hun…I’m yours to enjoy.” Billy spread his legs, allowing Alex to fall between them. The kiss Billy received from his lover was scorching. Alex opened his mouth and sucked Billy’s tongue into his, drawing on it and swirling his around Billy’s. Billy bucked under Alex, growing hot once again for sex. Alex parted from Billy’s lips with a breath and kissed his way down Billy’s chest, taking his time on each nipple and using wide tongue laps as he made for Billy’s cock. Alex righted Billy’s length and slowly engulfed it nearly to the base.

Billy shivered and clenched his fists. While he sucked deep and hard, Alex rolled Billy’s balls in his fingers. No matter what this young man does to me, he sends me over the fucking moon! Billy had been in a several long term relationships, had dozens of one night affairs, and more oral and anal sex than he could recall at the moment. Why all those men paled next to Alex, Billy didn’t know. Maybe it was the routine sex with Angel that made this seem more potent. Perhaps it was Alex’s celebrity, his sex appeal. Billy only knew Alex’s magic touch made him want to come very quickly. Alex stopped sucking, reaching for the lubrication. Billy tried to catch his breath, watching him. When Alex’s catlike green eyes met his, the anticipation of what was to come next made Billy hold his breath. Alex ran his slick fingers around Billy’s back passage. Billy moaned and his dick wagged. Alex resumed sucking, this time using his fingers to penetrate, gently at first, but soon he was pushing three fingers inside Billy, finding a spot Billy had thought he had forgotten about. Alex knew just how to stimulate him. The internal massage was nearly enough to make Billy come by itself, but adding to that was Alex’s dexterous tongue and deep throat. In seconds Billy became a spinning mass of sensation, all originating from his groin. He opened his lips and closed his eyes. The pleasure from the tip of his dick to inside his ass was so incredible, Billy didn’t want it to stop. He grunted and choked as he came, jamming his hips upwards as Alex went wild, whimpering as he swallowed and working his fingers deep and fast. “Alex! Holy shit, Alex!” Billy gripped the bedding underneath him and clenched his jaw, feeling the aftershocks as they rocked his body. While he came down from the unbelievable high, Alex sheathed his cock and made contact with Billy’s slick hole. Billy relaxed and tried to contain his breathing, which was fast and hard at the moment. Alex knelt between Billy’s thighs, his concentration on what he was doing. Billy grabbed his own knees and hugged them

back, opening himself up for better access. Alex scooted closer, his cock going deeper. “So nice, babe.” Billy was very glad Alex had opened him up and made him slippery with his fingers. But he knew it was no accident. Alex was the consummate lover. As Alex united with Billy, he hissed a breath of air between his teeth. Alex’s long dark hair had dried and was like a lion’s mane around his handsome face. He kept inching his way in, deeper, and Billy felt him touching places that had never been touched before. He lay still and quietly concentrated on letting go all his muscles to allow Alex to fuck him freely. Alex adjusted his position, holding onto Billy’s legs, then he glanced up and they met eyes. “I’m in you.” “Yes, you are.” Billy noticed Alex’s eyes were filled with liquid. Alex repeated what he said, silently, but Billy could read his lips. Then, as Alex spoke those words to himself, he began making love to Billy. Billy’s own cock was soft, but he had gotten his climax. This was for his young lover. As Billy watched Alex’s expression— his eyes closing, him biting his lower lip—Billy couldn’t believe no one had allowed Alex the pleasure of being the aggressor in sex. It simply wasn’t fair. “Billy…” Alex shivered visibly. “So good.” “I know, babe. You take your time.” “Love you…love you…” Alex breathed deep breaths between sentences, rocking into Billy deep and slow. “Love you, Alex…Love you so much.” The sensation of Alex’s cock pulsating in his ass made Billy think Alex had come. He was about to ask if he had, since Alex wasn’t thrusting or piston-fucking, he was still using a very slow rhythm. Before he got the question out, Alex sucked in a deep huff of air and closed his eyes, arching back and raising his jaw to the ceiling. Billy got his answer. “Ah…Ah…” The usual little gasps were choked with sobs. Billy wondered how someone like Alex could be so wracked with sadness. “Baby…don’t cry.” He reached towards him.

Alex pulled out and stared at his cock when he did. He wiped at his eyes roughly and another strangled sob came out of his throat. “Baby, baby.” Billy rolled upright, circling his arms and legs around Alex and coaxing him into his embrace. Alex threw his arms around Billy’s neck and wailed, his body shaking from his cries. “Shh, sweetheart, hush.” Billy squeezed him as tight as he could. Coughing and struggling as he spoke, Alex said, “No one ever let me do that.” Alex moaned as he wept. “No one.” Billy held him even closer, cupping the back of his head as he released his emotions. “Anytime. I’m yours. You just ask.” “Billy…Billy…” Alex pressed his lips against Billy’s and the taste of his tears mingled in their mouths. Billy scooped Alex onto his lap so he was seated sideways, and held him there, rocking, kissing his teary face and eyelids. “My lover…my man…” He tugged the condom off Alex as his cock softened. Then Billy picked Alex up and carried him to the bathroom to help him wash himself. Alex stood on unsteady feet as Billy disposed of the spent condom and used a wet washcloth to clean them both up. Once he had, Billy carried Alex to his bed and lay him gently on it. He shut the lights, made sure the door was locked, and set the alarm clock. Once he was under the sheet with his lover, Alex lie on his side, caressing Billy’s shoulder around the new tattoo. Billy snaked his arm under Alex and drew him closer. He closed his eyes and savored Alex’s gentle touches and kisses. After a soft sigh, Alex rested his head against Billy’s and they both fell asleep.

Chapter 21 Tuesday morning while making a pot of coffee, Mark heard the front door of their home open and close. He checked his watch. It was before eight. The sound of pattering feet going up the staircase drew Mark. From the upper floor, Steve’s deep voice called out to Alex, “Are you late?” “No!” Alex replied, obviously not stopping on his way to his room. Mark waited as Steve descended the stairs, straightening his tie. “Did he look okay, Steven?” “He looked fine.” Steve lay his suit jacket over Mark’s and headed to the kitchen. “Is he going to spend every night there?” Mark poured coffee as the carafe filled. “Your guess is as good as mine.” Steve put four slices of whole wheat bread into the toaster, then sat at the kitchen table with the morning paper. Mark fixed Steve’s cup of coffee the way he liked it and heard Alex coming down the stairs. He entered the kitchen and took a carton of orange juice out of the refrigerator, drinking from it. “Alex. Get a glass.” Mark shook his head. “I’m finishing it.” Alex continued to guzzle it down. “Will you be spending nights at Billy’s now?” Mark took a closer look at his son. “I don’t know.” Alex tossed the carton into the recycle bin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Has he asked you to move in?” Steve sipped from his cup, the newspaper under his elbows. “Not formally.” Alex turned to the toast when they popped up. He removed a plate and took two slices, going back to the fridge for the butter and jam. “Is he treating you well?” Mark brushed Alex’s hair back behind his shoulder as Alex scraped the butter knife over the crisp bread. “Oh, yes…” Alex smiled, looking totally in love.

“So, you think this may last?” Mark took the knife from Alex and spread butter on the other two slices of bread for Steve. “Don’t know.” Alex shrugged, taking a big bite of the toast. “I hope so.” Steve held up a section of the paper. “Check this out.” “What?” Mark asked, bringing Steve the toast on a plate. “Another paparazzi shot of Alexander with his lover?” “No. Look.” Steve held up the headline on the entertainment section. Mark and Alex stood together to read it. It said, ‘Forever Young saved from the ashes of cancelation by a group of progay sponsors.’ “Well!” Mark tried to read the list of advertisers who were well known supporters of the gay community. “Worries me they didn’t think of this sooner.” “Takes a little nudge in the right direction sometimes.” Steve brushed the crumbs off his hands. Alex gave a loud “Ha!” and said, “Maybe now I’ll get some man on man vamp scenes. That next episode, as is, should go into the delete bin.” “I wonder how much of this was due to Charlotte’s web campaign?” Mark kept reading the fine print. “Charlotte’s web?” Steve smiled. “Did you just say that?” “Funny, Steven. I’m serious,” Mark answered. “All of it? No one steps on that dynamo.” Alex patted his pockets and took out his keys. “Gotta go.” He kissed Mark’s cheek, then Steve’s. “Will we see you for dinner?” Mark called after him. “Probably. Billy doesn’t get off ‘til late.” The noise of the front door closing came after. “Oh.” Mark blinked. “Yes, I forgot Billy works evenings. That will be tough.” He folded the paper and set it on the table. “Keith and Carl must be pleased.” “I would think. Five seasons for a show that big a hit?” Steve put his mug and plate in the dishwasher. “That doesn’t make sense. Some of these cruddy sit-coms go on for eternity, and they suck.” “I guess a million fans can’t be wrong.” Mark smiled. ~

Adam held the phone from his ear as Keith and Carl celebrated. Jack shook his head, smiling. He couldn’t help but overhear their jubilation. Waiting for a pause in the noise, Adam looked over Jack’s shoulder as he read the morning edition and the good news. “Hello? Are you done high-fiving?” “Adam!” Keith laughed. “I can’t believe it.” “Neither can I. I never imagined Charlotte’s power to be this great. It’s a little frightening.” Adam read the list of new sponsors. “You see, Carl? Keith? The travel cruise line is listed as one of your new sponsors. The one you two were going to host.” “Oh, yeah…look at that,” Carl said, obviously reading his own newspaper. They had called Adam when they read the article. “Will they be upset we can’t do it?” “You can. Your contract doesn’t exclude that type of show. Your producers would encourage it as great publicity for their show. But you have to do it during the summer only, while your series is on hiatus.” “My God,” Keith said, “We’re coming back this fall. I can’t believe it.” Carl added, “Last I checked Charlotte’s Facebook page to bring back Forever Young, it had reached over one million fans.” “I’m amazed, though I shouldn’t have been. I would guess Being Screwed is going to stay gay as well. Alex was furious with the new script,” Adam said. “Is there hope?” Carl asked. “I swear, Adam, sometimes I feel like we’re the new public enemy.” “No way. You just hear from the extremists constantly. And those sponsors who dropped your show?” Adam caressed Jack’s hair and Jack hooked his arm around his waist and pulled him close. “They’ll take hit now. You watch. Everyone out there will spread this published anti-gay list to all the gay watchdog sites. No more gay dollars going to that car company, or the shampoo firm for that matter.” “Morons. Why did they let themselves get drawn into a political debate?” Keith asked. “I hope this makes a dent in their profit margin.”

“I’m not buying from them. Are you?” Adam asked, laughing. Both Keith and Carl said, “No!” Jack added, “Me neither. And when my network of friends and colleagues hear about it, they won’t either.” “Did you hear, Jack?” Adam asked. “We did. I think each one of us will tell our friends, and they’ll tell their friends…” “Exactly, Carl. It would be nice to see a printed apology from those companies once the shit hits the fan.” Adam checked his watch. “I have to go, guys. But I’m so happy for you.” “Thanks, Adam,” Keith replied, “We won’t bother with the other auditions. Just the one for the travel show.” “Perfect.” Adam smiled at Jack. “Catch ya later,” Carl said. “Bye.” Adam disconnected the phone. “Well. How about that?” “Modern day miracles?” Jack laughed. “I never thought that would happen. I can’t tell you how stunned I am. I guess we can chalk it up to the beauty of the intense social network. Word spreads faster than a wildfire.” Adam kissed the top of Jack’s head and pocketed his phone. “I have to go.” “Bye, good looking.” Jack kissed him and folded up the newspaper. Adam whistled while he headed out to his car, feeling some vindication which was long overdue for the gay community. ~ Alex entered the studio and heard the murmur of conversation mixed with laughter. The moment he was seen by the cast, they raced towards him and spun him around, high-fiving and cheering. Alex grinned in victory. “How about that? Gayness won? In California? Doesn’t seem possible! These turds can’t even pass gay marriage.” “Oh, Alexander?” Charlotte sang as she made her way towards their group. “Alexander Richfield?” Alex spotted her waving a script. The group around him parted to let Charlotte hand it to Alex. “I have a new one for you, cookie.” She grinned smugly. “And now you have more than two lines. You’d better get busy.”

Alex embraced her, surprising her. He whispered into her ear, “What would we do without you?” “Kiss girls?” She laughed. “Augh!” He released her and gave her a wink. She clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention as Alex skimmed the pages. “Come on, boys and girls, new read through! Get your tushes over here!” Alex kept his nose in his script as he followed, smiling at all the wonderful gay scenes. ~ By ten p.m. Billy was worn out. On the drive to his studio apartment, he kept thinking about work options. While living with Angel, these hours didn’t seem to matter. Angel had his life, Billy had his own. But now? Billy wanted to be with Alex. Not come home to find him sleeping in bed, miss him while he had mornings off and Alex worked, and rarely have a weekend or holiday with him. No. That won’t do. There were other areas in LAPD that Billy could work that were nine to five, Monday through Friday, and starting tomorrow, Billy was going to submit requests for them. He parked in his assigned spot and noticed Alex’s red Mustang in a guest spot. It made him smile. He had seen today’s paper with its bold headline striking a blow at ignorance and homophobia. There were good companies out there who did not shun gay men and women. And they put their money and ads where their mouth was. And this time it was on cable TV to promote a racy drama. Two sexy shows, not one. Any idiot could see the popularity of them. The fan base alone was in the millions and universal. Billy thought about Alex, curled in his bed, sleeping like a babe. His co-workers finally noticed the tattoo while Billy changed in the locker room. He caught a lot of flack, as the men teased him about Alex’s age and fame. “Lieutenant! When are you going to guest star on Being Screwed to be screwed?”

“Yeah, hey L-T, you sure your tattoo won’t last longer than your affair with a boy who’s barely legal?” Billy laughed and met the gazes of the men who he commanded. “Okay, so? Which one of you is dating a twentytwo year old celebrity? Raise his hand.” Of course none of the men could. “Why! Just me? How about that?” Billy shut his locker door with a metallic slam. “Which one of you has incredible sex with the best looking star on TV?” Billy gave a comic look around. He made a buzzing sound. “None of you? Why! Just me? I guess I win again.” He shook his head and finished buttoning his uniform shirt as he walked out. “See you in roll call, gentlemen.” As Billy walked up the stairs to his studio apartment, he chuckled. The good natured teasing had come to an end after that. Sometimes ‘reality’ was more than just a bad television show, it was what smacks a man in the face when his love life doesn’t compare to a man ten years his senior. He entered his apartment quietly and closed the door behind him. As he spun around he noticed candles burning all over the room. When his eyes adjusting to the dimness, he found Alex lying on his bed in just a tiny pair of black briefs, his hair flowing down his shoulder and chest as he propped himself up on pillows. “Well. Hello, my delicious doll.” Billy placed his keys on the counter and removed his gun and badge from his belt. He noticed the kitchen table was set, and the smell of food made its way to his senses. Alex climbed off the bed gracefully and floated over the carpet without a sound. After giving Billy a feather light kiss, Alex knelt down to unlace Billy’s boots. He held onto Alex as they were tugged off. Alex stroked Billy’s cock through his black cargo pants as he stood straight, then Alex headed to the kitchen. Billy watched, leaning on the countertop as Alex took a beer out of the fridge, opened it, and brought it to him. “And you think you’re in heaven?” Billy took the icy brew and drank it from the bottle. From Alex staying at the cottage so often, he certainly knew what Billy needed after a long shift.

Alex let Billy drink his beer. Billy savored Alex’s beauty as he did. Then Alex stuck his thumb into the waistband of his briefs, lowering one side. Billy stopped drinking and paid close attention. Expecting to see pubic hair, Billy was surprised to see none. He stepped closer. Alex revealed something else, and it wasn’t his cock. Billy knelt down before him. In the dimmest of candlelight he could see a gold lieutenant’s badge tattooed on Alex’s pelvis. On the badge it said, ‘Billy’ in script, and under his name it read, ‘forever’. It was small, tasteful, and certainly could be covered easily by underwear. He was glad Alex had the sense to not place it where it could be seen by millions of Being Screwed viewers. Not that he’d mind Alex showing the world whose he was, but he did think it was very smart. Billy glanced up to see Alex’s bewitching eyes. He placed the beer bottle on the linoleum floor of the kitchen, then dragged Alex’s briefs down his thighs. When his erection was exposed, Billy ran kisses up and down its length. Alex combed his fingers through Billy’s short hair, massaging his scalp. Although when he first walked through the door, Billy felt tired, he now had a second wind. And to top the delicious sex he was going to have, he was going to be fed and nurtured as well. Alex finally spoke. “I want you to eat something. I know you must be hungry.” “What did you make?” Billy licked Alex’s cock. “Spaghetti and meatballs.” “You…you cooked?” Billy had no idea Alex could. “I gave it my best shot.” “It smells good.” Billy gave Alex a sexy smile and sniffed his balls. “These smell good too.” Billy stood, covering Alex as he did with his briefs. “Does the tat hurt?” He ran his fingertips over Alex’s lips. “A little. But it was worth it.” “You think we’ll last ‘forever’?” Billy reached around Alex and drew him close, nuzzling his neck. “I’m not going anywhere. Are you?” “Nope.” Billy chewed on Alex’s earlobe.

“I’ve wanted you for three years. Now I have you.” Alex’s head fell back as Billy nibbled his neck. “I’ll never let you go.” “Alex, baby, you are sweet as sugar.” Billy ate at his neck. “You tell anyone that, and I’ll have to kill you.” He laughed. “Your secret is safe with me.” Billy ran his fingers down Alex’s abdomen into his briefs. “I don’t know what I’m hungrier for, your cock or your meatballs.” Alex started laughing at the pun. Billy intended it and was delighted Alex got it. “Meatballs, copper. I slaved over a hot stove.” Alex met Billy’s mouth and kissed him. When they parted lips Billy got lost in Alex’s eyes. In the candlelight, with Alex’s smooth skin and long flowing hair, Alex could pass for a woodland pixie or something darker, sexier. “I can’t take my hands off you.” He cupped Alex’s balls from outside his briefs. “Dinner can wait.” Alex bit his lip. Billy scooped Alex into his arms and brought him to the bed. “I was supposed to be dessert.” Alex tilted his head to the nightstand. Beside the condoms and lube was a can of whipped cream. Billy cracked up with laughter. “I hope this fire between us never ends.” Alex sat upright, touching Billy’s mouth. “Our love is now signed and sealed in skin.” “It is.” Billy smiled as he nodded. “You think I would do this for anyone else?” Billy gave that question some thought. Would he have? No. Because Billy didn’t answer, Alex did. “Never.” It was as if Billy had just come awake from a long sleep. He had read about love that was all consuming, a fire in your gut that keeps you content, and about couples who spend their lives together, being a positive influence on each other. Though a piece of him thought he was insane, Billy had another part of him that knew—just knew—Alex was his match. He had no doubt. He ran his hand up Alex’s neck to his jaw, making Alex connect with his gaze. They didn’t speak.

Though this young man had come from a home with an intolerant step-father and twin step-brothers who’d bullied him, and hadn’t found his natural father until eighteen, Alex had blossomed. Yes, he had hit a few bumps in the road, but his anger and his sarcasm had been quelled. Billy had no doubt with his strong loving behind Alex and his confidence in Alex as a man and an actor, that Alex would continue to outshine his peers. While orange flames flickered in the invisible moving air, Billy claimed this beauty with pride. He pressed his lips against Alex’s and felt Alex submit to his demand. Alex opened the buttons of Billy’s shirt, parting it over his chest and lowering it down his shoulders. Billy shrugged it off and continued to kiss Alex. His fly was opened next, and Alex reached inside his briefs to right his cock, stroking Billy just the way he liked it. He stepped off the bed to strip off his clothing, staring at Alex while he did. Alex dragged his briefs down his legs and nudged them off the side of the bed. Billy lay beside Alex, running his fingers through Alex’s hair. Alex cupped Billy’s balls, raising them up towards the base of Billy’s cock. “I never get tired of looking at you.” Billy brushed Alex’s shaggy bangs away from his forehead. “Me neither.” Alex ran his palms up Billy’s cock, hand over fist. Billy moved on top of Alex, holding his jaw as he kissed him. Alex spread wide underneath Billy, massaging his back and shoulders as they kissed. The urge to grind on Alex was strong, but Billy also knew the sensitivity of a new tattoo. He reached between them to set their cocks upright together. Alex moved his hips gently, making them rub against each other. “Can I make love to you, Alex?” “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” Alex ran his knuckle up Billy’s cheek. “How about doggie style?” “Mm.” Billy felt his cock pulsate at the thought. Alex pecked Billy’s cheek then began to roll over. Billy gave him room, smoothing his hands over Alex’s silky skin as he did. When Alex rested his head on the pillows and

raised his hips in the air, Billy crawled behind him. He held Alex’s cheeks and nuzzled between them. Hearing Alex groan was delightful. Billy spent some time giving Alex’s rim and the root of his hard cock a good licking and chewing, until Alex was squirming and making the most exquisite whimpering sounds. Billy sat up and reached for the condoms, thinking about what Alex had said about not using them. When they both produced test results, he’d agree. Tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth, Billy rolled it on his eager cock and then went for the lube. Sitting on his heels behind Alex, Billy squeezed a generous amount on his fingers and used it to coat his cock. Then he turned his attention to Alex. First Billy rubbed the tips of his fingers up and down Alex’s crack over his rim. Alex moaned into the pillows in pleasure. Billy penetrated Alex with two fingers, moving in and out gently. Another low moan came from Alex. “How’s that, baby?” Billy’s cock wagged as he opened Alex up for the taking. “So nice…” “No kidding.” Billy knelt upright, moving closer. He removed his fingers and aimed his cock. The moment he touched the head to Alex’s body, Alex backed up, engulfing all of Billy’s cock inside him. Billy let go a breath of pleasure at the tightness and held onto Alex’s hips for a moment just to enjoy their bond. Alex began rocking on him, bracing on his arms and sliding Billy’s length in and out deeply. “Oh, my lover…” Billy closed his eyes and enjoyed it. “Wow that’s nice.” “No kidding. I’m about to come all over our clean sheets.” Billy wrapped his arm around Alex and cupped the head of his cock. “I got ya.” The minute Billy touched Alex’s dick, Alex accelerated the action, fucking Billy from underneath, gasping at the rising sensations. Billy hung on as Alex took over. “Nice! Babe! Yes!” Slippery pre-cum emerged from Alex’s slit. Alex began groaning as he humped, the tempo increasing to a fevered pitch.

“Ah! Ah!” Alex choked and Billy’s hand filled with hot cum. As he felt Alex’s climax, inside and out, Billy let go, burrowing deep inside Alex and shivering from the intensity. As they recovered, Alex moaned into the pillow, catching his breath. Billy cupped the sperm in his palm and sat back, pulling out of Alex. “You are unbelievable.” Another groan was all he got from Alexander. Billy backed off the bed and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands and remove the condom. Alex entered soon after, giving himself a quick wash. “I love sex with you.” “I’m glad I satisfy you as much as you satisfy me.” Billy dried his hands and waited for Alex to finish. “You do. So much.” Alex pecked him on the lips. “Now, let’s see how sad my spaghetti and meatballs are.” Billy chuckled and shut the bathroom light. “Hun, what you may lack in the kitchen you more than make up for in the bedroom.” “Grrr…” Alex tugged on Billy’s cock playfully. “Get going, tiger.” Billy spanked Alex. “Ah! Yes!” Alex hammed it up. “Go. Feed your man.” Billy began laughing. “May I have another, sir?” Alex stuck out his butt. Billy obliged, giving it another playful smack. “Oh! That just makes my dick tingle.” I never realized how much I miss this. I guess growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional. Billy kept spanking Alex all the way to the kitchen.

Chapter 22 Adam drove home from work, his hands-free headset on his ear. He sat in rush hour LA traffic and continued working, making calls as he drove home. “Hello, Mr. Lewis.” “Hello, Ms. Deavers.” “What can I do for you?” “I wanted to say thank you.” “A Hollywood agent calling to thank me?” “Don’t act so shocked. You may play innocent—” She coughed at the irony. “Well, let me rephrase that.” Adam chuckled. “You deserve a lot of credit for the behind the scenes work you do to stand with the gay community.” “Coming from a man I respect, that’s high praise.” “I’m serious, Charlotte. Not only did you save some of my clients’ jobs, you struck a blow to the ignorant morons out there. Your internet campaigns were so fast and furious, you set records in retaliation.” “When I run for president, will you be my manager?” “Ha! Please do. We need a little help in the government. I have no idea what’s going on lately, but…” Adam slowed for a traffic light with a long line of cars waiting. “But…yes. Well, I suppose we have to enjoy our little victories.” “I don’t think what you did was little. Keeping Forever Young on the air? Do you have any idea how big that is?” “It’ll still run its course, sugarplum. Like all the good shows do.” “True, but you’ve given the cast a reprieve.” “And got Alex back his groove.” “Exactly. Anyway, I’m headed home in a bad traffic snarl. I just wanted to show my appreciation to you. You’re one of gay rights’ unsung heroes.” “Many of us are behind the scenes fighting. We don’t need glory, we just need common sense.” “Yeah. Good luck with that.” “Bye, Mr. Lewis.”

“Bye, Ms. Deavers.” Adam smiled as he hung up, taking the headset off. He sighed as he drove to his home in Malibu, knowing for a few more seasons, people were going to enjoy Keith and Carl going wild together on Forever Young. The End

About the Author Award-winning author G.A. Hauser was born in Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA and attended university in New York City. She moved to Seattle, Washington where she worked as a patrol officer with the Seattle Police Department. In early 2000 G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began her writing in earnest and published her first book, In the Shadow of Alexander. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has written over sixty novels, including several bestsellers of gay fiction and is an Honorary Board Member of Gay American Heroes for her support of the foundation. For more information on other books by G.A., visit the author at her official website. www.authorgahauser.com G.A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for three consecutive years; Best Author 2010, Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, and Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, Best Author 2007.

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Sample Chapter: Ein felt so anxious his stomach twisted together in knots. He sat curled under a pile of furs on his platform in the byre waiting for Radulfr to join him. And he was butt ass naked. It didn't get anymore nerve racking than that. He could hear people talking and laughing outside his door and knew that they would be coming in at any moment. He just wished that he had a little more time getting to know Radulfr or at least talking with him before the big show. The very thought that not only would Radulfr be coming into the room in a moment but six other men that would watch them have sex, made Ein grip the furs in his hands so tight that his knuckles turned white. He was scared enough about his performance during sex with Radulfr considering that he'd never had sex before. Add in the witnesses and Ein wasn't sure he was going to be able to do anything but lie there. He was terrified.

When the door opened and Radulfr stepped inside, Ein scooted up closer to the head of his bed and swallowed hard. It suddenly felt hard to breathe like there wasn't enough air in the room to take in. "How are you doing, Ein?" Radulfr asked softly as if his words were just for Ein and not the men still standing outside. "Are you ready for this?" Ein started shaking his head no until he realized what he was doing. He swallowed again. "I think so." Radulfr smiled as he walked across the room to sit on the side of the bed next to Ein. He reached down and gently patted Ein's leg. Ein saw it coming but the touch of Radulfr's hand on his body, even through the furs, was still enough to make him jump. "It'll be okay, Ein, I promise. There's not much to this." "I'm not sure that’s a good thing or not." Ein laughed nervously. "I wanted a few minutes with you before the others came in to make sure you were ready for what is about to happen." Ein didn't jump this time when Radulfr patted his leg again and thought maybe he wasn't quite so nervous

now that Radulfr was here. "Do you have any questions about what is going to happen?"" "Do they really have to watch us?" That’s the part Ein was most nervous about. "I'm not sure I can pretend they're not in the room." "You let me worry about that. I have no doubt I'll be able to keep you plenty distracted." Ein was dying of curiosity to know what Radulfr meant. He knew the basics of sex. He'd seen enough farm animals copulate to know what was done. He just didn't know how things were done between two people exactly. "Will it hurt?" "It might but I'll try to make sure there isn't too much pain. The more we come together, the less it will hurt." "This witnessing thing, do they have to actually watch us or do they just have to be in the room? I mean, can we cover up with a fur or something?"

"Unfortunately, no. The witnesses must see me claim you in order for the requirements of the handsal to be completed. If we were hiding under the furs we could later say that we faked it and nothing really happened, thus nullifying the handsal. The witnesses wouldn't be able to say otherwise." "So…" Ein felt his face start to pale, "they actually have to see it?" "It?" Radulfr chuckled. "Yes, Ein, they have to actually see me fuck you in the ass." Ein felt his face go from cold and clammy to burning hot in a split second. He gripped the fur in his hands tighter and pulled it up to his neck. He absently noticed that his hands were trembling and tried to hide them under the covers. "Ein." Radulfr's voice was whisper soft as he reached for Ein's hands. "I promise, it won't be as bad as you think. You'll hardly even notice that they are in the room." Radulfr chuckled suddenly. "Well, at least I hope you will be too distracted to notice." "Ho-how do we do this?"

"You mean how do two men have sex together?" Ein shrugged, too embarrassed to put voice to what he was asking. "You don't know?" "Not exactly." Ein's panic started to set in when Radulfr grabbed the furs covering his naked body and started slowly pulling on them. "What are you doing?" Radulfr's amused smirk made Ein nervous. "I think it would be better if I showed you rather than told you." "Sh-show me?" Ein slapped his hand over his mouth when his voice started to squeak. He felt like an idiot especially when Radulfr pulled the fur farther down and exposed him, a low growl coming from the man. The fur down around his feet, Ein watched in rapt anticipation as Radulfr moved to kneel on the platform bed, slowly crawling up to cover him with his larger body. Ein felt the air leave his lungs when Radulfr settled over him but he couldn't seem to draw anymore back in.

"Radulfr," he panted when the man seemed to just be watching him. Radulfr didn't make any move toward him other than pressing their bodies together. He didn't touch or caress or kiss. He just stared until Ein began to grow anxious. "What's wrong?" "Do you have any idea how truly beautiful you are?" "Me?" He was squeaking again. "Yes, you." Radulfr chuckled. "I know men are supposed to be manly and handsome but you are more beautiful than most women I know." Ein frowned, not sure how he was supposed to answer that. "I'm sorry?" "I'm not. I think I will enjoy looking at you for the next sixty years." "Just sixty?" "Well…" Radulfr finally moved, his hand cupping around the side of Ein's face. "I hope for more but we live in dangerous times. There's no telling what might happen to

either of us. If we're lucky, we'll have many years together." "I'd prefer it." Radulfr grinned. "Me too." Ein's breath caught in his throat when Radulfr leaned down and kissed him. This was only the second kiss he'd ever received in his life and it was just as earth shattering as the first one. Ein found it particularly interesting that they had both happened on the same day and came from the same man. That had to mean something. Right?

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Sylvia Massara has been writing since her early teens and has written a number of plays, screenplays and, most recently, novels. Massara lives in Sydney, Australia. Although a multi-genre writer, one of Massara's favourite genre is romance/chick lit, and she has a soft spot for chicks who are on the cusp of 40 and beyond. Yes, chicks still date after 40! To prove this, she wrote "The Other Boyfriend" (loosely based on her own life experience while she briefly lived in Taiwan and Hong Kong). Just recently, Massara released a third book, a romance/chick lit novel entitled "Like Casablanca", this is a cross between internet dating and Rick's Cafe (also loosely based on her life). Massara has also written a general fiction drama, "The Soul Bearers", a story inspired by real life events and filled with hope and inspiration when overcoming life's obstacles and learning to live and love again. Massara is the creator and host of The Lit Chick Show, a literary blog run as a mini-TV show that features authors of all genres plus special guests and bits and pieces about anything literary. And here is official website link: www.sylviamassara.com If you go to the website and click on "books, trailers and sample chapters" you can find the blurbs to my books. In fact, here is the direct link: http://www.sylviamassara.com/books-trailers--samplechapters.html

Other works by G.A. Hauser: Capital Games Let the games begin… Former Los Angeles Police officer Steve Miller has gone from walking a beat in the City of Angels to joining the rat race as an advertising executive. He knows how cut-throat the industry can be, so when his boss tells him that he’s in direct competition with a newcomer from across the pond for a coveted account he’s not surprised…then he meets Mark Richfield. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and fashion-model good looks, Mark is used to getting what he wants. About to be married, Mark has just nailed the job of his dreams. If the determined Brit could just steal the firm’s biggest account right out from under Steve Miller, his life would be perfect. When their boss sends them together to the Arizona desert for a team-building retreat the tension between the two dynamic men escalates until in the heat of the moment their uncontrollable passion leads them to a sexual experience that neither can forget. Will Mark deny his feelings and follow through with marriage to a women he no longer wants, or will he realize in time that in the game of love, sometimes you have to let go and lose yourself in order to really win.

Secrets and Misdemeanors When having to hide your love is a crime… After losing his wife to his best friend and former law partner, David Thornton couldn’t imagine finding love again. With his divorce behind him, he wanted only to focus on his job and two children. But then something happened, making David realize that despite believing he had everything he needed, there was someone he desperately wanted—Lyle Wilson. Young and determined, Lyle arrived in Los Angeles without a penny in his pocket. Before long, however, the sexy construction worker nailed a job remodeling the old office building that held the prestigious Thornton Law Firm. Little did Lyle realize when he gazed upon the handsome and successful David Thornton for the first time that a door would be opened that neither man could close. Will the two men succumb to the tangled web of societal pressures placed before them, hiding who they are and whom they love? Or will they reveal the truth and set themselves free?

Naked Dragon Police Officer Dave Harris has just been assigned to one of the worst serial murder cases in Seattle history: The Dragon is hunting young Asian men. In order to solve the crime it’s going to take a bit more than good old-fashioned police work. It’s going to take handsome FBI Agent Robbie Taylor. Robbie is an experienced Federal Agent with psychic abilities that allow him to enter the minds of others. You can’t hide your secrets and desires from someone that knows your every thought. Some think what Robbie has is a gift, others a skill, but when the mind you have to enter is that of a madman it can also be a curse. As the corpses pile up and the tension mounts, so does the sexual attraction between the two men. Then a moment of passion leads to a secret affair. Will their love be the distraction that costs them the case and possibly even their lives? Or will the bond forged between them be the key to their survival?

The Kiss Twenty-five year old actor Scott Epstein is no stranger to the modeling industry. He’s done it himself between acting jobs. So when his sister, Claire, casts him in a chewing-gum commercial with the famous British model, Ian Sullivan, he doesn’t ask any questions. He’s a professional. He’ll show up, hit his mark, say his lines, and collect his paycheck. Right? Ian Sullivan is used to making heads turn. Stunningly handsome, he’s accustomed to provocative photo shoots where sex sells everything from perfume to laundry soap. Ian was thrilled when Claire Epstein cast him in the new Minty gum commercial. He has to kiss his co-star on screen? No problem. Until he finds out Scott is the one he has to kiss! Never before has a commercial featured two men, kissing on screen. Claire knows that the advertisement will be groundbreaking, and Scott knows that his sister needs his performance to be perfect. As the filming progresses and the media circus begins around the controversial advertisement, the chemistry between Ian and Scott heats up and the two men quite simply burn up the screen. Is it all an act? Or, have Ian and Scott entered into a clandestine affair that will lead them to love?

For Love and Money Handsome Dr. Jason Philips, the heir to a vast fortune, had followed his heart and pursued his dream of becoming a physician. Ewan P. Gallagher had a different dream. Acting in local theater, the talented twenty-year-old was determined to be a famous success. As fate would have it, Jason happened to be working in casualty one night when Ewan was admitted as a patient. Jason was more than flattered and surprisingly aroused by the younger man’s obvious attraction to him. The two men entered into a steamy affair finding love, until their ambitions pulled them apart. Now, one year later and stuck in a sham of a marriage that he entered into only to preserve his inheritance, Jason is filled with regret. Caught between obligation and freedom, duty and desire, Jason finds that he can no longer deny his passion. He plans to win Ewan, Hollywood’s newest rising star, back!

The Vampire and the Man-eater Love at first bite! Stock broker Brock Hart’s idea of fun was playing at the local gay nightclub every weekend with someone new. He imagined the Rules of Relationships didn’t apply to him, and his best friend thought his nonchalant attitude towards sex was crazy. Until one night his playboy image was put to the test. Spying Brock in a crowded club, Vampire Daniel Wolf sets his sights on the handsome ‘man-eater’ businessman. Sparks literally fly, between the two, and with one bite from the sexy vamp Brock is hooked. Never did Brock ever imagine falling for anyone, especially not a man from Sixteenth Century England! The only problem is, he’s a vampire. Can love conquer all? It will be a challenge, but one Brock is up for, in so many ways.

Murphy’s Hero Sometimes…being a hero isn’t about putting on a cape. Alexander Parker has always been painfully shy and his job at the British Museum keeps him busy. Dedicated and serious, no one is more surprised than Alexander when the replica of a Greek warrior’s helmet he impulsively places on his head suddenly transforms him from mild-mannered clerk into something else entirely. Adrian Mackenzie, the editor of a famous erotic gay magazine, is about to get the scoop of the decade. The crime ridden city seems to have a savior, a mysterious man who is righting wrongs, protecting innocents, and as luck would have it… is extremely hot. When Adrian happens to stumble upon the Good Samaritan in action he falls hard and fast discovering love and Alexander’s true identity. Now, if he can only get Alexander to come out of the closet. But is the world ready for a gay superhero? Let bestselling author G.A. Hauser take you on an unforgettable fun-filled adventure and discover the story that inspired Ewan Gallagher’s famous movie roll in G.A.’s For Love and Money.

Exposure Exposure…the truth will set you free In politics for twenty years, Senator Kipp Kensington knows that even a whisper of suspicion about his sexuality could jeopardize his aspirations for the Presidency. Kipp thought he could be content living a lie in a marriage of convenience. Then he met Robin Grant. Leather-clad, motorcycle riding Robin isn’t accustomed to hiding what he is or denying himself who he wants. The instant he meets Kipp, the sparks begin to fly and what started as a chance encounter soon turns into a full-blown affair of sizzling proportions. When the contract Kipp has had for nine years with his now alcoholic, bitter wife begins to crumble and he’s threatened with blackmail, the senator needs to make a decision. Should he hide who he really is in order to avoid losing his career, or reveal the truth and set himself free?

Mile High Book One in the Men in Motion Series Divorced accountant Owen Braydon spends his weeks working in Los Angeles and his weekends in Denver with his daughter. Straight-laced and mild mannered, he normally looks at the weekly flight to and from Denver as an opportunity to get some extra work done. But then he found himself on the same plane as the luscious Taylor Madison. Texas-born Taylor is from Denver, but for several months he’s been flying back and forth to Los Angeles where he works as a project manager on a major construction job. Charismatic and confident, Taylor is a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. The second he lays eyes on bi-curious Owen, he knows he wants him. What starts out as a smoldering no-strings-attached initiation into the Mile High Club quickly turns into a weekly ritual that both men look forward to over all else. Soon their desire for one another deepens and both men find themselves wanting and needing more. When a possible change in work assignments threatens to end what they have, both men are faced with a decision. Can the heights they soared together in the air be maintained on the ground? Only if Owen and Taylor are willing to cast aside their doubts, open up their hearts, set aside all inhibitions, and go the extra mile.

Cruising Book Two in the Men in Motion Series Brodie Duncan expected to be taking a week-long Alaskan cruise with his girlfriend. But when she ended their relationship just moments before boarding, he ended up on the ship alone. Determined to make the best of a bad situation, Brodie considers a no-strings-attached fling. What he didn’t bargain for was a man as appealing as Julian Richards. Trapped in his own bad relationship with a selfish woman he was starting to resent, the charismatic Julian is shocked by his reaction to tall, dark, and handsome Brodie. Instantly attracted to each other, the men create enough heat on their trip to the Inside Passage to melt the Glaciers in the bay. In the end, on a vacation full of surprises, Julian and Brodie discover that not only do they have strong feelings for one another, by Cruising they just might have found their soul mates.

Driving Hard Book Three in the Men in Motion Series They met on the highway. It was the beginning of ride they’d never forget… Texan Jude Rae Clark hit the road in his pride and joy, a jet black International big rig, searching for a new life after his divorce. Unfortunately the long, lonely hauls provided little comfort until just outside Houston on Interstate 10 a blue-eyed stranger asked for a lift. Yale Law School graduate, Logan Bleau, set out to explore America and escape his past by hitching his way across country to San Francisco. When he meets up with a handsome stranger in his eighteen-wheeler, a physical attraction blooms and the two men end up taking a detour. When what began as sexual exploration on the open road turns into something deeper, the pair find themselves reevaluating their lives and Jude is faced with a decision. Give up his career of cruising the highways or pass up on the love of a lifetime.

Leather Boys Book Four in the Men in Motion Series Start your engines, mount up, and get ready for the ride of a life-time… Sexy gay fiction author Devlin Young donned his helmet, black leather jacket, and jeans. Then he mounted his Kawasaki and set off for what he anticipated would be a wild ride to Sturgis. There were thousands of motorcycles, thousands of men, but only one Sam Rhodes. When web-designer Sam Rhodes joined a local group called The Leather Boys, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but he knew what it was he wanted. Amidst the decadence and insanity of the monster event, all Sam could think about was what it would be like to share an erotic experience with the deliciously naughty Dev Young. Never one to apologize for who he is, or who he desires, Devlin doesn’t understand Sam’s reluctance to openly explore their relationship or his wish to keep their liaisons confined to the darkness of their tents while at the rally. Then he crosses swords with a tough-as-nails biker who both taunts and tempts him, unleashing a potentially dangerous craving and pushing Dev to make a choice.

The Boy Next Door Brandon Townsend and Zachary Sherman were best friends and next-door neighbors. Growing up together in a cozy suburban town in New Jersey, they were inseparable and thought nothing could tear them apart. Then one night something happened between them, something that brought them even closer together… They didn’t anticipate that what began as youthful sexual experimentation would lead them into an affair of the heart that would rock them to the core. Nor did they expect the danger of being discovered and separated by their families. At the time, neither Brandon or Zach realized that life would give them another opportunity. Now, ten years later, a chance meeting brings them together again. Let best-selling gay fiction author G.A. Hauser take you on an unforgettable journey. A coming of age story about faith, about courage, and about trust…you’ll never forget The Boy Next Door.

When Adam Met Jack Attorney Jack Larsen may not have everything he wants, but between his successful career and best friend Mark Richfield, he’s content. But when Mark comes out of the closet only to declare his love for ex-LAPD officer Steve Miller, Jack is devastated. Months later and still wounded, he’s not looking to be swept off his feet, but it’s hard to say no to handsome Hollywood hotshot Adam Lewis. Adam Lewis has made a name for himself representing some of today’s brightest stars. But when his business partner is accused of unethical behavior, he finds himself in need of legal advice. When Adam walks into the law office of Jack Larsen, it’s strictly business until he sets eyes on the powerful and sexy hero that’s about to rescue his reputation. When Adam Met Jack is an amazing new novel by Amazon best selling gay fiction author G.A. Hauser featuring characters from Love you Loveday, For Love and Money, and Capital Games. It’s got the glamour of the entertainment industry, the drama of the courtroom, and the amazing passion that you’ve come to expect from every G.A. Hauser book.

Love you, Loveday Angel Loveday thought he had put his life as a gay soft-porn star of the 1980’s behind him. For seventeen years he’s hidden his sexuality and sordid past from his teenage son. But when someone threatens Angel’s secret and Detective Billy Sharpe is assigned to his case, he finds himself having to once again face them both. Since his youth Billy Sharpe has had erotic on-screen images of Angel Loveday emblazoned in his mind. Now Angel is there in the flesh, needing his protection and stirring up the passionate fantasies that Billy thought he’d long ago abandoned. As the harassment continues and the danger grows, Billy and Angel become closer. What began as an instant attraction turns into an undeniable hunger that unlocks Angel’s heart. It’s a race against time as Billy tries to save the man of his dreams from a life without love and the maniacal stalker hell-bent on destroying him.

To Have and to Hostage When he was taken hostage by a strange man Michael never expected he’d lose his heart…

Michael Vernon is a rich, spoiled brat with a string of meaningless lovers and an entourage of superficial friends. With no direction in life, he wastes his days spending his father’s money and drowning himself in liquor…until he crashes into a man even more desperate than himself, Jarrod Hunter. Jarrod Hunter grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Out of work, about to be evicted, and unable to afford his next meal, Jarrod thought he’d reached the end of his rope and was determined to take his life. Then fate intervened delivering him Michael Vernon. Why not take him home, tie him up, and hold him hostage to get the money he needs? Two men from two different worlds…one dangerous game. Trapped together in close quarters, Jarrod and Michael find themselves sharing their deepest thoughts and fighting an undeniable attraction for each other. As the hours tick by, the captor becomes captivated by his victim and the victim begins to bond with his abductor. This wakeup call might prove to be just what Michael needs to set himself free. To Have and to Hostage…sometimes you have to hit bottom before realizing that what you need is standing right in front of you.

Giving Up the Ghost The visit from beyond the grave that changed their lives forever…

Artist Ryan Monroe had everything he wanted and then in a blink of an eye, he lost what mattered most of all, his soul-mate, Victor. Tortured by an overwhelming sense of grief and unable to move on, his pain spills out, reflected in the blood red hues of his paintings. Paul Goldman thought he’d found the love of his life in Evan, his beloved pianist. Their mutual passion for music was outweighed only by their passion for one another. They were planning a life-time together, but then one fateful night Evan’s was taken. Drowning in sorrow, unable to find solace, the heartbroken violinist has resigned himself to a life alone. Now it’s two years later and something, someone, is bringing them together. Two men, two loves, two great losses… and one hot ghost. Giving up the Ghost by G.A. Hauser, you won’t be able to put down!

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