Greg was lying on the short couch, his knees bent over the arm,
smiling broadly
as he rested his head on Brad's thigh.
Brad smiled nervously and ran his hands through Greg's curly
hair. "So this is
going to be okay, right?"
"Just go with it Brad..." Greg crooned.
Brad laughed slightly, his voice edgy, "I'm
just...nervous."
Greg smiled and sat up, bringing his knee up and facing the man,
"I promise it will
be okay...we can stop anytime you want." He smiled again and
pulled Brad into
a soft kiss.
Brad broke away and stood up, then paced the floor of his condo,
"Its just...
we've been together for a month...and I love you, and I want to
do this...but..."
Greg sighed and stood, grasping Brad's shoulders. "Nothing's
stopping you."
He smiled gently, gazing into Brad's soft eyes.
Brad felt his nervous defenses melting away as Greg slid out of
his suit jacket
and yanked off his tie...the older man looked more inviting by
the moment.
Slowly Greg began to undo button after button on his white shirt.
He didn't
dare move to undress his nervous lover.
Biting into his lip, Brad yanked off his own shirt, a striped zip
up like he loved
to wear, and blushed as his self-conscious nature kicked in. He
suddenly felt
very fat and very ugly.
Greg could see Brad's chest pinken and cheeks glowing.
"You're so sexy..."
he encouraged, "My studmuffin." He gave a comedic
devilish grin.
Brad swallowed and thought of his small love handles currently
being pushed
out of his jeans, and his less than defined pecs. "No...I
can't I...I'm hideous."
He turned to walk away.
Greg slid out of his button up and yanked off his undershirt,
barely managing
to catch Brad by the shoulders. "Come here you sexy
stud..."
Brad sighed, "I'm not a sexy stud...my six pack is more like
a keg..."
Greg placed small kisses on Brad's smooth shoulders and encircled
his soft
waist, holding him tight. "You're sweet...and
huggable." He encouraged
between kisses.
Brad blushed, tingling slightly as Greg kissed his way from one
shoulder to the
other, holding him tight. Then, turned to face his lover and
threw his arms
around his shoulders.
Greg sighed as they held each other close, hairless chubby torso
pressed to
hairless chubby torso. Slowly they began to rock from side to
side, pressed
neck to neck.
Brad smiled and mused, "I feel like I'm at my high school
prom."
"I'll wear the dress," Greg smiled, pulling away,
"I make a way better girl."
Brad laughed slightly, shooting Greg an evil look, "I'm sure
you're all man."
He kissed Greg harshly and pressed him to the arm of the couch.
Greg grinned, hungrily kissing back as he ran his hands up and
down Brad's
lower back. Daringly he slipped his fingers in the back of Brad's
jeans,
teasing the waistband of what felt like silk boxers.
Brad slid his tongue into Greg's waiting mouth, caressing the
soft flesh and
dueling with the other tongue.
In response Greg pushed his hands in as far as he could, gently
cupping the
top of his ass through the soft silk.
Brad smiled and took a deep breath, digging in for more. In a
fluid motion
he brought his hands between them, then unbuttoned and unzipped
his jeans,
letting them fall to the floor and give Greg full access.
Greg bit into Brad's lip gently and pushed his hands into the
boxers and
cupping his sweet, solid, soft behind. As he felt Brad's nails
digging ever-so-
gently into his shoulders he traced circles on the creamy thighs.
Brad's skin was on fire as Greg traced, slowly getting closer to
his growing
erection. He could feel Greg's manhood growing as well and
pressed into his
thigh through his trousers.
"I want you..." Greg whispered as Brad pulled away,
their eyes locking.
Brad pulled away and stepped out of his jeans,
"Please..." He whispered in
reply, sitting on the couch.
Greg nodded as Brad slid to the edge of the cushions and braced
himself.
The quickly Greg got on his knees before the younger man. With a
gentle touch
he spread apart Brad's knees, kissing gently and caressing the
hairless legs.
Brad tensed as Greg massaged and kissed his lower legs, then up
to his inner thighs.
Greg ran his face very lightly over the silk shorts, eliciting a
small gasp from his
lover. As the lust over came him, his body flushed with red hot
warmth.
Brad lifted himself slightly as Greg pulled off his last
clothing, the silk exciting his
fevered cock.
Inhaling the soft musky scent that was so uniquely Brad, Greg
marveled at the
hairlessness, so smooth. After the pause he made a mental note to
ask why Brad
was devoid of a hair below the neck. Then, placing a trail of
kisses from his thigh,
gently kissed the dark tip, his tongue collecting the pearly
drops of precum.
Brad gasped again as Greg's gentle kiss brought him to full
arousal, then he
moaned deeply as Greg's warm mouth enveloped him. His hands
clawed into
the plush couch as Greg applied gentle suction, bobbing his head
slightly.
Greg accepted Brad's small thrusts, taking him as deep as he
could. As he
slowed his pace, he could feel his lover reaching the pinnacle.
Brad moaned and could feel his body throbbing and pulse racing.
"Oh...God! God!"
He called out as he climaxed, giving one final thrust and falling
back limply.
Greg swallowed Brad's sweet seed, letting the rapidly falling
member slide out of
his lips. After a short breath, he straddled his lover on the
couch, his pants
restricting his almost painful hard on. "I love you..."
he whispered, kissing Brad gently.
Brad deepened the kiss, tasting his on salty-sweet cum on Greg's
lips and in his
mouth. "I love you..." he whimpered in reply as Greg
pulled away. With an
untrained hand he reached up and petted the cloth of Greg's
slacks, running his
hands over the pulsing mound restraining his member.
"You don't have to..." Greg whispered, his hands
trembling as he grasped Brad's
hands.
Brad kissed Greg roughly and pushed him into a reclining
position. As he undid
the charcoal slacks he stated simply, "I want to."
Greg thrilled as Brad pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock
waving. Ironically,
for a moment Greg was struck by the impression of the white flag
of surrender.
His world, or rather lusty business, came back into focus as he
felt a warm wetness
swallow him whole. "Teeth!" He cried as he felt a harsh
scratch against the sensitive
underside.
Brad brought his lips over his teeth and dug shallow. In a thrust
the tip of Greg's now
all-powerful master harshly thumped the top of his throat. In a
spasm he bit down
and felt a slight thump before Greg erupted.
Letting out a giant moan, Greg came, the pain lost on him in a
flood of ecstasy.
Brad fell backwards slightly, sending drops of spit and semen
dribbling down his
chin and splatting on him chest. After a long cough and deep
breath, he savored
what was left of the new taste and crawled beside Greg.
Greg sighed as their sweaty bodies combined, intertwining on the
small couch,
almost laying on each other, for a moment becoming a single body.
Gently they let the relaxed, sated, aftersleep take them.
* *
* * *
"We have a slight problem..." Ryan said, approaching
Drew with a copy of the
newest Enquirer.
"Oh, who made the worst dressed list?" Drew grinned.
"Page 4, bottom left." Ryan sighed.
"Hot Afternoon After Improv." Drew read to himself,
"Primetime Improv stars
Brad Sherwood and Greg Proops spend hot day of passion at Burbank
condo..."
Turning a shade somewhat pale green, "Our sources say that
this may have not
been the first time. We can only assume the best." After a
hard swallow Drew
finished the short article, "After their sexy living room
romp, they napped in each
other's arms."
"See what I mean?" Ryan sighed.
"It's just the Enquirer...they once said I slept with Janean
Garafalo. Besides,
it's not like its going to make national headlines." Drew
shrugged.
"That's the thing, why would they go after us? You're the
celebrity of the show,"
Ryan puzzled.
"Its not important...it's just one little rag mag, rumors
can be dismissed easily."
Drew handed Ryan the
tabloid.
"Actually, there's this too." Ryan sighed, grabbing a
tape from his bag. With
another sigh he popped it in the VCR.
Drew watched in shock as a five minute clip of Entertainment
Tonight gave a
similar expose, then Access Hollywood. At the very end of the
Access clip
they showed a photo from an anonymous source depicting the loving
duo in
their post-sex slumber.
"What do you think?" Ryan frowned, hitting rewind.
Drew pounded his head against the conference table, then nearly
enraged,
replied, "Get Brad on the line."
* *
* * *
Brad sat in his "bachelor pad" condo, watching reruns
of M.A.S.H wearing
nothing but a white t-shirt, flannel boxers and sweat socks.
Ironically, he had no idea his relationship with Greg was now
very public
knowledge, and ignored the phone as it rang.
"Brad, it's Drew, pick up if you're there...I don't blame
you for screening
your calls." Drew's voice, sounding quite upset, said as the
machine picked up.
Brad reached for the cordless and picked up, turning down the
volume on the
TV. "Hey Drew."
"Okay Brad, I'm going to be honest and up front with you.
What's going on with
you and Greg?" Drew asked.
Brad swallowed hard, "Nothing to my knowledge, why?"
Drew groaned, "Have you seen TV lately? You two are all over
the gossip shows!
Access Hollywood has a picture of you two naked on your
couch!"
The blood drained into Brad's feet and his vocal chords refused
to work. "How...
how...pictures?" he cried after a few moments. "We
aren't celebrities!"
"Who cares!" Drew yelled, "How long have you two
been sleeping together?!"
"That was the first time," Brad replied, shaking.
"When was it, a month ago, a year?" Drew shot back.
"Three days!" Brad yelled, "We've only been seeing
each other for a month!"
"Seeing each other..." Drew groaned.
"Look Drew, we're...we're in love," Brad replied.
Drew grew silent, "Look, this is major stuff," he
finally sighed.
"I can't really explain well without Greg..." Brad
replied.
"Ryan and I are in the production conference room...Colin
and Wayne are
my next call after Greg," Drew instructed.
"Fine, I'm on the way." Brad grumbled, hanging up.
* *
* * *
When Brad arrived he walked into the office. Drew sat at the head
of the
six-chaired table, Ryan to his right and Greg to his left. Colin
sat beside Ryan
and Wayne had yet to arrive.
Silently, Brad took a seat beside his lover and smiled lovingly
as Greg grasped
his hand. Both were quite pale, and obviously unsettled by the
predicament.
Colin and Greg had both seen the tape and Wayne had been briefed
by phone.
As the talented black man entered and sat beside Colin, Drew
stood and
started the film.
After watching, Brad and Greg both blushed and Brad was shaking
slightly.
"Now, we know the problem...What's the solution?" Drew
asked.
"It's not even your problem," Greg retorted.
"Actually it is..." Colin replied.
"It could hurt the show," Drew added.
"Or possibly, raise ratings," Ryan finished.
"Look..." Brad spoke up, "What we do isn't
relevant to the show."
"It shouldn't be, but it is in the viewers mind," Drew
sighed, sitting down.
Greg's anger flared, "So Col and Ryan, no offence to you
guys, can kiss on air,
but we aren't allowed to do what we want in the privacy of our
own homes?"
"We're straight, and married," Ryan responded.
"And you guys were in your living room," Colin added.
"It's not our fault some tabloid sleaze took a picture of
us!" Brad defended.
"You should have known better," Drew replied,
"They shouldn't have been
there, but they were. And you put us in jeopardy of being pulled
by ABC!"
Greg stood up, enraged, "You can't talk to us like that! We
don't deserve this,
and I won't take it!" With a slam he stomped out of the
room.
Brad sat there, staring at his hands, then stood to go after his
lover.
"I hate to admit it..." Wayne sighed when an ackward
moment of silence had
passed, "But they do have a point."
Colin shook his head, "They should be able to do what they
chose, but when
ABC gets the word...they could drop the show."
"Or make us fire them," Ryan said monotonously.
"I won't do that." Drew replied, "They helped make
us."
"We have to do something..." Ryan bit into his lip.
* *
* * *
Greg pounded the soft dressing room pillow as he sat on the floor
leaning
against the couch, "Damnit Brad, it's just not fair!"
Brad rubbed his boyfriend's shoulders, "Shh...its
okay."
"No, it isn't!" Greg yelled, "We're in love and we
had sex. We did nothing bad!"
"I know love...I know," Brad cooed, deeply massaging.
"It's just they way
tabloid trash works."
"I never meant to get you into this..." Greg sighed.
"I'm the one that wanted it," Brad replied gently.
"I pressured you into it." Greg frowned.
"Damnit Greg, if you have to be technical about it, I'm the
one that started
this relationship!" Brad spat.
"Actually, Ryan's the one that got us drunk and left us
alone..." Greg smiled
sarcastically.
Brad giggled, "And sadly all we did was talk. There goes my
status as a whore."
Greg smirked and looked back at Brad, "You're my
whore."
"I believe I'm more your bitch...you don't pay me enough to
be a whore," Brad
quipped, sliding his arms around Greg's neck.
Greg smiled and kissed his man as he bent down. "No matter
what happens, I still
love you."
Brad nodded solemnly, "I know...I love you too...a
lot."
Greg let himself slide back against the couch Brad sat in and
they cuddled in silence.
* *
* * *
"Okay," Drew responded after all had finished debating
a course of action, "If we
tape tomorrow like usual, I can get it through for
Thursday."
"And Greg can have my spot," Wayne clarified.
"I can rig the middle game as scenes from a hat and have one
as 'Weddings
we'd like to see' and pair Greg as Brad's play off and Ryan
against Col," Drew
finished.
"Are you sure you can get it aired Thursday?" Ryan
asked.
Drew nodded fervently, "Not a problem."
* *
* * *
Taping came quick and Brad and Greg weren't yet sure of the
purpose. All
they knew was that Drew and the guys were up to something.
The studio audience looked bloodthirsty to their media-scarred
eyes, but the
show went on.
Eventually it came to scenes from a hat, Colin and Brad against
Ryan and Greg.
After a few funny, but inconsequential scenes, Drew announced,
"Weddings we'd
like to see."
Ryan was quick to the draw and pulled Colin out, then mimicked
Drew marrying
Roseanne.
The, almost as if struck by lightning, Brad realized what Drew
was doing and met
Greg in the center. "I love you, will you marry me?" He
smiled.
Greg grinned and kissed him softly, "Yes."
Drew pushed the buzzer, sounding the end of the game as the
audience roared
with applause.
As the cameras came back on, Drew divided the points, "A
million points in a
joint account for the sappiest couple on Earth..."
*****
END
*****