Brad sighed gently and rolled over in the hotel room bed. He
remembered at
some point in the night Greg had come back and they had pushed
the twin
beds together, but as he spread his arms out searching for his
soft lover he
found he was alone. "Greg?" He asked, letting his eyes
gently flutter open,
"Greggy?"
Dismayed when there was no answer, Brad rolled to the edge and
got to his
feet. He was vaguely aware he was wearing no clothing, but only
because it
was cold. His head pulsed and eyes pounded when he opened them a
little
to see where he was going, the previous night's alcohol had come
back to
haunt him. He stumbled over towards the hot tub, then steered
clear so as
not to accidentally over step and fall in. Clinging at the coffee
table he sat on
the small couch and picked up the courtesy phone.
"Front desk," a voice answered, "How may I help
you?"
Brad groaned at the pleasant voice as his body ached even worse,
"I need
messages for either Greg Proops or Brad Sherwood." He
hesitated, then
added, "Please."
"One moment sir." The now identified as male voice
replied. After what
seemed like an eternity he came back with, "Brad Sherwood
has a message
from Greg Proops and Greg Proops has one from someone named
Kirk."
Brad sighed, "Give the to me in that order."
The desk jockey read, "Brad, went to breakfast with Lars and
Kirk...tried to
wake you, but you were sleeping like the dead. Be back by
11."
Brad rolled his eyes; the least his lover could have done was
waited until he
woke. As the attendant began reading off the second message he
glanced at
the clock, it was almost noon...as usual Greg was late.
"Greg, had fun last night, can't wait to see you on tour
with us. Kirk." The
attendant finished, "Anything else Sir?"
"No." Brad hung up the phone, unsettled. "On
tour?" He said to himself, his
voice seeming alien in his aching head, "he never said
anything about a tour..."
Angry, Brad pulled on a sleek black t-shirt and his jeans, then
grabbed his
cheap sunglasses and headed out to catch the lunch buffet. In a
moment of
anger he grabbed a pen and slip of paper then scribbled a note to
Greg,
"Going to lunch, see you when I get back...we have to
talk."
*
* *
* *
Two aspirin, half a steak and mushroom sandwich and a bloody mary
later,
Brad's head was still punishing him for drinking heavily, but he
could concentrate.
Gazing into the empty tomato-stained glass as he waited for the
next, he
couldn't help but feel as though he were drowning non-existent
sorrows.
"Maybe Kirk just meant that someday they may meet again and
go on tour
together." Brad tried to rationalize the message, "Or
maybe Greg told me last
night but I forgot...I did drink a lot." His stomach
clenched, "But with all of our
recent relationship problems...he can't go on tour...I need him
with me."
<Problems? Did I just say problems?> Brad's stomach
clenched again and he gave the waiter a mellow, but slightly
pathetic look
when his second drink came. <Okay, so there are a couple of
problems we
could work though...nothing major.> He shook his head as the
memory of
Greg's confession of the previous lovers hit him, and how he had
felt afterwards.
<I'm just hurting myself...of course he loves me, he said it
and means it.> But
deep down, Brad wondered if he really was right to be worried
about Greg.
He sipped the drink, then put it down in disgust. Alcohol was
doing him no good.
*
* *
* *
Brad stood at the door to the hotel room. The effects of his
hangover were
dissipating, but he wasn't sure if now was a good time to
confront Greg with
the message. Hoping Greg wasn't back, Brad tried the doorknob, it
was
unlocked. Hesitantly he opened the door and went in.
The first thing that caught his attention were clothes strewn on
the floor, a pair
of khakis, blue button down shirt, then a pair of jeans and a
ripped up t-shirt...
Greg was not alone. Brad turned the corner, his heart racing and
pulse
pounding and looked at their pushed together beds, thankfully
empty, then
saw the two figures in the hot tub.
"Brad!" Greg called happily, waving from the water,
"Welcome back sweetie."
Brad lowered his gaze and glared at the longhaired man with
tattoos and
piercing sitting beside his lover, both appeared to be naked.
"You remember Kirk from the party, right?" Greg smiled.
"Yeah." Brad replied sarcastically, "Didn't
recognize him without any clothes
on." He was almost frantic, HIS MAN was in a hot tub, naked
with some
musician...he was trying not to be upset, but the situation
looked bad.
"We were just talking and I'm going to go on tour with
them!" Greg beamed.
"Isn't that great?!"
"Peachy." Brad sighed and fled toward the bathroom.
After locking himself
in the tiny tiled room he slid to the floor, leaning back against
the heavy door.
His mind whirred with a thousand suspicions. Could it be that his
lover was
leaving him to go on tour after the pain of being exposed on
national television?
Would Greg just abandon him in his moment of unspoken need? Then
the next
thing hit him; his man was naked in a hot tub with an attractive,
reportedly slutty
rock star that was offering him a good tour gig.
Even though he knew he should go out and get Greg out of the hot
tub, by
force if necessary, his instinctive reaction was to start crying.
Sobbing
helplessly, he tried to push away the image of his lover in a hot
tub...naked...
with another man.
A knock came at the door, followed by Greg's voice, "Brad?
Brad? What's
wrong? Let me in!"
Brad yelled back, "I don't want to see you right now!"
"Brad! What's wrong?" Greg pounded again.
"Besides the fact that you're going on a tour that I didn't
even okay when we're
having problems and the fact that you were NAKED in a hot tub
with some sexy
rock star? EVERYTHING IS JUST GRAND!" Brad yelled, sobbing
harshly.
"Brad, sweetie...I thought you would be okay with me
going...it's only three weeks
and I'll bring home gifts and all...and nothing happened between
Kirk and I! We
weren't even naked...I loaned him your swim trunks and wore my
own! I swear,
we were just talking about the tour! Baby, let me in...or come
out and we'll talk
about it." Greg pleaded through the door.
"I don't want you to leave me...I need you." Brad
sobbed.
"I won't be gone long." Greg sighed, "Come on out
and we'll talk about it..."
"Is he gone?" Brad demanded.
"Yes," Greg replied gently, "I asked him to leave
so we could talk."
Brad sighed and dried up the tears. then unlocked the door to see
Greg
standing there in wet trunks, dripping all over the cream colored
carpet. He
mused that Greg looked almost child-like with his innocent
demeanor.
"That's better." Greg hugged Brad close; "You just
took things a little too
seriously, it's okay."
Brad felt a sting in Greg's comment but didn't reply only let
Greg hold him
close, his clothing bonding with the damp skin.
"I only want to go on this tour because it's good
work...exposure for my stand up."
Greg smiled, stroking Brad's soft brown hair, "And maybe you
could use the time
without me...spend some time with friends or something."
Brad looked up to Greg, the tears beginning to reform in his
eyes, "You mean
that you thing we could use some time apart..."
"I didn't say that." Greg replied.
"You don't have to." Brad bit into his lip and pulled
away.
"Brad..." Greg shook his head, "Okay, maybe we
could use the time! I mean,
you've turned into some kind of manic-depressive worry machine
over the last
couple weeks! I'm sick of all your mood swings!"
Brad was taken aback by Greg's sudden attack, "If that's the
way you feel..."
His lip quivered and the tears barely held themselves back.
"I feel that you are taking this way out of line. If you
can't see that I love you...
and if you can't love yourself and be sure of our
relationship..."
"Do you want to break up with me?" The tears started to
flow silently down
Brad's face.
"No!" Greg approached Brad and hugged him to his broad
chest, "No...I just
want what's best for you. I think that if we spend a few weeks
apart to cool off,
things will be clearer." He released the crying man and
pulled off his damp trunks,
then threw them into a hamper and moved to get dressed.
Brad watched his lover put on a smart outfit, as he always did,
of charcoal slacks
and a white button down. A pang that felt like guilt, but was
more like sadness hit him.
"Now, my cab to the club is going to be here any moment...I
have to leave this
afternoon. Your ticket is on the table, but you can fly home any
time you chose.
I will call your cell tomorrow." Greg put his things in his
suitcases and got them ready.
Brad watched, still crying slightly as Greg put his bags by the
door and moved to him.
"You silly thing. I love you." Greg hugged Brad close
and kissed his lips gently, "I
love you."
Brad managed a weak smile, "Love you." He leaned in for
another kiss as the
courtesy phone rang.
Greg maneuvered around the kiss and picked up the phone. "My
cab's here."
He smiled as he put down the phone.
With a small kiss, Brad let Greg out the door and helped him with
his bags down
to the cab. As the yellow taxi sped away, the crying was so easy.
*
* *
* *
Brad sighed as he unlocked the door and entered his dark Burbank
condo.
The place seemed so unfamiliar and empty to him.
After putting his bags on the bed to be dealt with later he
returned to the living
room and pushed the play button on his answering machine, he'd
not missed
much, just a few calls from his mom, one from Drew and one from
his manager
telling him about his latest popularity among the "community
of glbt viewers". He
didn't care. All he wanted to do was forget about Greg, or to at
least stop being upset.
After getting a carton of vanilla ice cream and some chocolate
syrup from the
kitchen he plopped into his overstuffed armchair and turned on
the TV to tune out.
*
* *
* *
"Brad? Are you home? Brad, its me! Pick up if you're
home." Colin's voice came
from Brad's answering machine.
Brad stared at the machine as if seeing it for the first time,
then put down the
almost gone ice cream and chocolate sauce, grabbing for the
cordless, "Col?"
"It's about time you picked up." Colin replied.
"Sorry, I've had a long few days." Brad sighed and
looked at the clock, he'd been
watching Nick at Nite and eating ice cream for three hours and it
was nearing 9pm.
"Sad to hear that man, where have you been?" Col asked.
"It's a long sad story." Brad sighed again, wiping
chocolate sauce off his shirt.
"Well, tell me. I have time." Colin said,
encouragingly.
"I don't know if I can Col...I'm just so upset..." Brad
sighed and rubbed his red
eyes, the crying had only recently ceased.
Colin sighed, "Come on over, you can stay for a couple
days..."
"I don't know...its late..." Brad replied.
"The wife and kids are gone for a week, come on. I need
company." Col pleaded.
"What about Ryan?" Brad smiled; knowing he would end up
at Colin's even if Ry
was there.
"I can make him leave." Colin laughed; "In fact,
he's in the bedroom right now...
he will be gone by the time you get here."
Brad laughed lightly, it was good to get some relief, "Can
he stay with us?"
"I'll have to ask his wife...but I think she will allow
it." Colin giggled; "We can
have a slumber party!"
Brad laughed, "If you insist!"
* * * * *
Brad arrived with his suitcase, still of some use if not in
Nevada, and a pair of
blue racecar pj's in case Colin was serious about a slumber party
atmosphere.
Colin answered the door wearing a long, regal looking, blue
velour robe,
"Welcome to Chez Mochrie."
Brad laughed and hugged his friend; "It's nice to be
here."
Col took the bag and brought it into the house and turned down a
hall to put it
in the guestroom.
Brad walked in and shut the door behind him, smiling as he saw
that the living
room furniture was moved to the kitchen and a large stack of
pillows and blankets
occupied the space. In the middle of the stack sat Ryan dressed
in pink girly pj's
with little pink barrettes all over his head...obviously
the slumber party was on.
Smiling, Ryan gestured for Brad to take a pillow seat.
"Welcome Brad, I see
you came prepared." He pointed to the blue package.
Brad laughed, "Yeah, I see you did too."
Ryan giggled and attached a final pink barrette, "Wait until
the makeovers start."
Brad grinned, knowing Ryan was serious, then went back towards
the guestroom
to change.
Colin gave him a slap on the shoulder as they passed in the hall.
"Welcome to
the party." He had changed into red silk pajamas.
"What, no frilly lace teddy?" Brad laughed, pulling off
his shirt on the way.
"Not until later." Colin laughed, then went out to
where Ryan was waiting.
After changing into his racecar pj's, Brad returned to the living
room to find
Colin and Ryan, Ry was sitting on Colin's lap and they were
engaged in a very
passionate kiss. "I don't know how you two do it." Brad
sighed, sitting on a
couple pillows against a wall.
"It's easy." Ryan grinned, pulling out of the kiss.
"Yeah," Colin smiled, gasping for breath, "Ryan
can show you."
Brad smiled and put up his hands as Ryan crawled towards him.
"Not that.
I mean, how do you handle a relationship?"
"Uh-Oh." Ryan frowned, "Having problems
already?"
Brad sighed and crawled over to the pair, lying down on his
stomach between
them and recanted everything that had happened since they first
had sex.
Ryan and Colin looked at each other, communicating in ways that
only lovers could.
"Don't worry too much Brad, I'm sure he's a good man."
Colin patted Brad's
upper back.
"I don't think he will cheat on you while he's on the
road." Ryan added.
"Yes he will." Brad sobbed, still in tears from telling
his story, "I just know that
right now he's getting it on with *KIRK* in that fucking hotel
room."
"Brad, think of it this way, do you love Greg?" Colin
smiled.
"Yes." Brad answered honestly.
"Then sometimes you have to let him stray," Ryan
replied.
Colin looked at Ryan lovingly, "I mean, look at Ryan and
I...we're both happily
married and still happily in love with each other. Our wives knew
from the
beginning that we need to stray...though only with each
other."
Brad tried to think of how the relationship between Ry and Col
applied to him.
"So you mean I should cheat on him too?"
"What I think he's saying is that if you know he's cheating
you should talk to
him about it." Ryan smiled.
"I'm going to call him real quick." Brad smiled and
went to use the phone.
*
* *
* *
Colin smiled as Brad left the room, then turned to his lover,
"What do you think
he's going to do?"
Ryan smiled wickedly, "I think he wants to cheat on
Greg..."
Colin wrinkled his brow, "Do you
think...maybe...hmmm..." He smiled evilly,
"I think I could get into that..."
"But we can't let on that we could do a threesome..."
Ryan warned, "He might
freak out."
Colin nodded, "But we are both interested, right?"
Ryan nodded and lay onto the sitting Colin's lap, the back of his
head resting
peacefully on his lover's thighs.
Colin grinned and began picking out the barrettes in Ryan's hair.
*
* *
* *
Brad sighed as he sat on the bed in the guestroom and dialed up
Greg's cell
number, hoping he would answer.
"Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said after the third ring.
From the background
Greg's voice saying "Come on Kirk, lets get this
going!" could be heard over
the music.
Quickly Brad hung up and flopped onto the bed. The evidence
certainly seemed
to be pointing to cheating. He hated to think of Greg cheating on
him, but ever
since he heard about the others, the thought was there. Greg was
an attractive man,
and with a group of four bisexual slut men it was quite
possible...probable...that
he was having sex at the moment. "Lets get this
going..." Brad rolled the phrase
around in his mind. It seemed innocent enough a phrase...but in
the right context it
could be used as a sexual innuendo. Especially from Greg.
Brad smacked his head on the soft bed again, "Stop thinking
like that." He
commanded himself. <But it is a possibility, more likely a
probability. But he
doesn't have a reason to cheat on me...except the fact that I've
put on 10 pounds
and I'm not a wild man like Kirk...> He sighed again, <And
I can't have sex with
him and let him see my body.> That was the kicker. "Well,
he's cheating...what
are you going to do about it?" he asked himself. The answer
was very appealing,
but slightly brash...cheat on Greg.
He supposed the thought had been there since he first suspected
Greg of fooling
around with others. It seemed the obvious decision, a fuck for a
fuck. Of course,
it helped that he was having a slumber party with a couple that
he was attracted to.
Brad sat up and laughed into his hands, "I did not think
that." He said to himself,
"I am not going to proposition Ryan and Colin." He
stood and went towards
the living room, "But I can join in if something
happens."
*
* *
* *
Brad returned to the room and lay out on the pillows and blankets
on his stomach.
Ryan was on his back with his head in Colin's lap as Col picked
out the remaining
pink barrettes.
"So," Colin put down the last clip and ran his hands
through Ryan's curly dirty
blonde hair, "did he say anything?"
Brad rolled onto his back and sighed, "Someone else answered
the phone and
I heard his voice in the background telling Kirk to hurry
up."
Colin looked down at his long time lover and they both had the
same though,
<he must be cheating, nobody ever touches his cell phone>.
He reached out as
Ryan sat up and grabbed one of Brad's relaxed hands; "I'm
sorry Brad...if you
need anything." He kissed the soft knuckles,
"Anything."
"Same here." Ryan agreed, taking the other hand and
rubbing it against his chin,
nuzzling it slightly, "We're both here for you...to fulfill
any need that should arise."
Colin shot Ryan a "you went too far on that one" look
and Ryan shrugged in reply.
Brad completely missed the implications and replied, "Thanks
guys, I really
appreciate that. I just don't know what I'm going to do."
Colin and Ryan put let down Brad's hands.
"It's okay." Colin ran his hand over his balding head,
then over the chest of his
silk pajamas, "Everybody needs sometimes..."
"We all need someone who's there for us." Ryan smiled
sweetly.
Brad smiled, "Thanks guys, you're the best." He sat up
and looked to Ryan,
"Now what about this makeover you promised?"
*
* *
* *
Brad grinned sheepishly and puckered his lips slightly as Colin
hovered above
him with a lipstick.
"Now, just act like you're getting ready to kiss me gently,
like a closed-mouth
goodnight kiss." Colin instructed. When Brad was puckered he
made light
swoops over the man's gently pouty lips with a creamy crimson,
"Now rub them
together a little."
Ryan smiled and handed Colin a tissue as he finished applying the
press on nails
to Brad's right hand. "Any specific color?"
Brad rubbed his lips together and gently blotted them on the
tissue, "The same
shade as my lips."
Ryan nodded and selected the crimson bottle and moved back to
Brad's left
side where the nails were dry and ready for color.
Colin smiled and selected a pale foundation to match Brad's skin
tone and began
applying the liquid. "So, Ryan, what's on your mind?"
Ryan smiled, applying the crimson nail polish in gentle strokes
to Brad's fake nails,
"Well, just thinking about the usual."
"Sex?" Brad asked as Colin finished to base and
began to apply a sheer powder.
Colin laughed, "It's all Ry ever thinks about."
"Not necessarily!" Ryan grinned, "Sometimes I
think about food."
Brad laughed, "Okay, since the subject came up, what is your
guys' sex life like?"
Colin instructed Brad to suck in his cheeks and smile, which he
promptly did.
"Not too shabby, Ryan is a tiger in bed."
Ryan laughed and blushed, finishing Brad's pinky and moving to
the right hand,
"You're not so bad yourself."
"I can't complain." Colin grinned.
Brad sighed as Colin went to work lining his eyes with a thin
black pencil. "Greg
and I...were doing fine until Kirk stepped in."
"Considering you've only done it twice..." Ryan
frowned.
"Sex isn't everything!" Colin shot Ryan a nasty look.
"Ryan does have a point." Brad could feel the eyeliner
gliding on; "Maybe if I
slept with him sooner he wouldn't go after that slut."
"How do you know he's cheating on you?" Colin moved to
the other eye,
"Maybe you're just jumping to conclusions."
"He's a musician!" Brad blinked as Colin stood up from
where he'd been kneeling
and straddling his thighs, "And Lars told me Kirk, and most
of the band, weren't
exactly the most coy."
"So you don't trust Greg?" Ryan asked, applying polish
to the short nails.
"It's not that I don't trust him!" Brad sighed as Colin
straddled his thighs again
and applied the eye shadow and blush, "Its just...he's
attractive, and Kirk's
attractive and everyone has needs..."
Ryan looked to Colin as he finished the last nail and capped the
bottle. "What
do you mean by that?"
Brad sighed as Colin added the finishing touches; "It's just
everyone sometimes
wants someone else..."
"You've thought about cheating before?" Colin raised an
eyebrow as Brad
opened his eyes.
"Not until I saw them in that hot tub," Brad replied
sadly.
"I think you're lying." Ryan blew on Brad's nails to
dry them faster.
Brad bit into his rouged lip as Colin stood up again and took a
seat by Ryan
on the pillows. "Once or twice, but not because I don't love
Greg!"
"Why then?" Colin helped Ryan put the assorted makeup
into Ryan's large case.
"It sounds stupid," Brad sighed and faced the pair,
"But I've always wondered
what it felt like to be with someone that wasn't Greg."
"That's not stupid." Ryan smiled, moving closer and
patting the younger man
on the shoulder.
"It's just that I've never even kissed a man that wasn't
Greg. He means the
world to me...I just...I want to know what I'm missing."
Brad sighed meekly.
Colin shot Ryan a look that practically shouted 'Let's jump him
now'. Then smiled
as Ryan shook his head negative ever so slightly. "Anyone
for some ice cream
and movies?"
Brad and Ryan nodded freverantly.
*
* *
* *
Brad frowned as he scooped at the pint of cookie dough ice cream.
Ryan and
Colin were nestled on either side of him as they sat against the
wall watching
"Night of The Lepus" on Colin's big screen TV.
"Not a bad flick." Ryan smiled, turning it off as the
credits rolled. He crawled
towards the VCR and stack of tapes, "What next?"
Colin grinned, "Brad, you pick."
Brad looked up, then sat down the almost empty carton and moved
to the
stack of tapes. "'Buns of Steel', 'Night of the Living
Dead', 'Evil Dead 1 and 2',
'Rocky Horror Picture Show'..." Brad read off the titles,
"And what is this?
'Hamlet'?"
Colin laughed and blushed as Brad read the box to himself.
"An X-Rated look at a Shakespeare favorite..." Brad
laughed, "Let me guess,
Hamlet and Horatio really get it on?"
Ryan giggled; "You should see the Claudius gang rape
scene...magnificent
cinematography."
"It's a personal favorite." Colin laughed, then
hesitated as Brad moved to pop it
in the VCR. "I don't think you want to watch it Brad...I
mean, porn isn't the
best thing when you're boyfriend is cheating on you."
"What, you don't think I could use a little
stimulation?" Brad pushed play.
"It's just that...we...I mean..." Ryan stumbled.
"I can watch." Brad grinned, "Right Col?"
Colin gulped and nodded, "Uh...sure, that's do-able."
*
* *
* *
Ryan looked to Colin and Brad, the film was only 30min in and he
could tell
everyone in the room was enjoying it quite well. He felt bad for
planting the
film, but he knew they needed a little help to get Brad naked.
Brad gulped as Horatio "bowed for the prince of
Denmark". He saw Colin
from the corner of his eye, looking almost disheveled in his
arousal.
A tiny drop of sweat trickled off Colin's bare dome and slid into
his eyebrows.
He tried to take his mind off arousal by checking out Brad's
make-up job. The
foundation had started to wear off a little where Brad was
sweating, and their
ice cream binge had worn off his dark lipstick in most spots.
Ryan looked to his long-time lover and saw the way he was gazing
at the
younger Brad. Of course, he wasn't jealous. They had been talking
about inviting
Brad into a threesome for months, it just hadn't happened. He
studied Brad as
he knew Colin was.
Brad could feel Ryan and Colin's eyes on him and felt his defense
mechanisms
kick in. "I don't know if I can handle this..." He got
onto his knees, his erection
quite obviously tenting in his pajamas. With a short breath he
crawled to the VCR
and hit stop.
"I think you were starting to get into it." Ryan
smiled, "Col and I were..."
"I think Col was right, I'm not ready for porn right
now." Brad fell into a pile
of pillows.
Colin looked to Ryan, then the sprawled out Brad and crawled to
the younger
dark haired man.
Brad could feel a presence hovering above him and opened his eyes
to peer
directly at his best friend.
"Brad..." Colin breathed in a near whisper, running the
back of his gentle hand
down Brad's cheek, "I know we've been friends for a long
time..."
Brad sat up and took Colin's hand in both of his, "Are you
asking if I want to...
try it with you?"
Colin gulped a little and nodded, his face glowing red.
Brad looked to his side and saw Ryan nod and crawl towards him.
"Both of us..." Ryan smiled gently.
"I...both?" Brad sighed, "I don't know if I
could..."
"It's okay if you don't want to." Colin used his free
hand to cup Brad's solid
cheek.
"I do..." Brad whispered; "I do...where to
begin?"
"Here..." Colin pressed his lips to Brad's and kissed
deeply.
Brad accepted the kiss and released Colin's hands, wrapping his
arms around
the chubby man as their tongues searched and documented the new
territory.
He could feel hands on his back, touching, rubbing...Ryan.
Ryan ran the cotton under his fingers, then pushed it up to
reveal Brad's smooth
back. He danced his fingers over the muscle hills and began
kissing the soft flesh.
Brad let a silent moan into Colin's mouth, then broke the kiss.
Colin helped Brad out of his pajama top and ran his fingers over
the hairless chest,
showering Brad's baby face with small kisses.
Brad was helpless; he didn't know where to put his hands or what
to do. Trapped,
he gasped as Ryan nibbled on his shoulders.
Colin brought his thick lips down on one hardening nipple and
sucked gently,
eliciting a soft moan from the dark-haired man.
Ryan nipped gently at Brad's shoulders and neck, then craned
around and placed
a gentle kiss on his trembling lips.
The new sensations, the new flesh all drove Brad to an insanity
only found in the
throes of lust. His skin pulsed with heat and his cock throbbed
with an intensity half
brought on by the film and half by the lips kissing and fingers
caressing his torso.
He brought his hands up and found Colin's silk pajama top and
caressed it, letting
the silk slide in and out of his trembling fingers.
Ryan daringly slid his fingers into the back of Brad's cotton
pajama pants and toyed
with he elastic of his boxers.
Colin released the fevered bud and took the next, nipping lightly
at it. "I've always
wanted you..." He whispered, kissing at Brad's chest.
Brad groaned, pressing his fake nails at the silk, then Brad slid
out of Ryan and
Colin's arms. "I can't..." he stood up, shaking,
"I just can't...not without knowing
if Greg has done me a disservice..."
"It's okay," Colin smiled, standing and going to Brad's
side, hugging him earnestly,
"We understand."
"It's okay." Ryan smiled sheepishly and pulled a pillow
over his hard on, "What
do you want to do now?"
Brad shook his head, "The only thing I can do." He
sighed; "I have to meet them
in Arizona for the next show in 3 days."
"I'll call for plane tickets..." Colin offered,
"Ryan and I will go with you."
"You guys don't have to do that..." Brad smiled gently.
"I don't want you to be alone." Colin ran a hand over
Brad's smeared makeup.
Ryan grinned mischievously, "How far is it to Arizona?"
"Not far." Brad shrugged, "Two hour flight
tops."
Colin looked at Ryan and smiled, "Are you thinking what I'm
thinking?"
Ryan nodded, "Road Trip."
*****
END
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