Brad smiled bemusedly as Ryan and Colin pulled up in a rented
convertible
Cadillac, cherry red. After plotting their trip at the
interrupted attempt at a
slumber party, Brad had felt all the better and seeing the duo
seated in the
front seat in front of Colin's home away from Canada made him
smile.
"Come on man; let's get this show on the road!" Ryan
smiled, gesturing
towards the rising sun.
Colin grinned and beeped the horn as Brad climbed in over the
side and slid
into the huge backseat, "Hit it."
As they rolled to the freeway, Ryan turned on the radio, the
sweet sounds of
Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" leaking out the speakers.
"We're not stopping until 9, and that's only for
breakfast." Colin grinned,
driving the caddy like a tank.
"Real truck stop food?" Brad joked, pushing aside the
troubling nature of the
trip.
"Damn right." Ryan grinned, lighting up a cig. "If
it isn't half grease, we don't
eat it."
"Now let's go see if Greg is really a great guy," Colin
looked quickly back to
Brad, "Because you deserve only the best."
* * * * *
"Only the best!" Kirk grinned, as the waiter sat a huge
steak in front of Greg,
"You're one of us now."
Greg smiled, toying with his fork. Ever since the confrontation
in the hotel
room, he'd felt guilty about just leaving Brad standing there.
Now, as he sat
between Kirk and Lars at a VIP table at the Pointe, more guilt
flooded over
him. The previous night he had been playing poker with the band
and his
cell phone was over by the beds; Kirk had reached it first. The
thought that it
was Brad calling had occurred to him, but he knew Brad would
probably say
something...and he had been pretty mad when he left.
"So, tomorrow's the big Phoenix concert." James
grinned; "Of course, we'll
knock 'em dead."
"We always do." Lars smiled.
"So," Kirk ran a hand up Greg's thigh, "Any
thoughts as to joining us tonight?"
Greg wrinkled his brow, "Huh?"
Kirk looked to Lars, then James and Jason, "Nobody told you
about our
ritual the night before a show?"
Greg shook his head negative.
Kirk looked at the table as he took his hand off Greg's thigh,
"Well, we usually
have a...uh..."
"A party of sorts." Lars interjected.
"If you can call it a party..." Jason began.
Kirk shot Jason a menacing glance, shutting him up. "Either
way, from what
I've seen of you...and I would love to see more...this should be
right up your
alley."
Greg smiled, the brandy he'd been sipping causing the innuendous
tone in
Kirk's voice, and the flirty touch, to be lost on him.
"Sounds like a good
time."
"It is." James grinned, "Especially since you're
Kirk's...friend."
Greg nodded foolishly, letting out a small giggle.
"Enough of that." Kirk smiled as they were served fresh
drinks, "Eat up."
* * * * *
The caddy rolled into Phoenix City limits just as the sun melted
into the
mountains.
"Well, we made it." Ryan smiled, flicking aside what
little remained of his last
cig, "Now what?"
"I don't know." Brad wrinkled his brow, sipping on a
44oz cup of Coke, "I
didn't think that far ahead."
"We should probably try to find out where Greg is
staying." Colin sighed,
pulling into a Circle K parking lot.
"How are we gonna do that?" Brad slid against the
leather seats and rubbed
his eyes, "This city is huge!"
"He's probably with the band..." Colin nodded,
"And they can't be that hard
to find. Probably staying somewhere expensive."
Ryan sighed and looked out the window, "I know a guy...he
can find out
anything."
Brad threw up his arms, "Why didn't you mention that
sooner?"
Ryan swallowed, "I don't want to talk about it...it's not
exactly the kind of thing
I like to talk about."
Colin put a hand on Ryan's thigh, "Ry, come on, it can't be
that bad."
"I'll drive." Ryan unbuckled his seatbelt to change
places with Colin, "But
when we get there I don't want to hear a word from you two, not
one single
word...ever."
Brad smiled; "I won't say a thing."
Colin pursed his lips as he slid into the passenger seat,
"Okay; I'm good to go."
* * * * *
Greg grinned, clinging to Kirk for balance as Lars opened the
suite door. "I
think I've had a little too much brandy..." He smiled,
licking his lips. After 3
shallow glasses, he'd lost count...but he figured about 8 was
right.
Kirk grinned and led Greg to a couch and let him fall into it.
"You can still
think, right?"
Greg giggled, "Depends on the thought."
"Well, what are you thinking now?" Kirk sat beside the
funnyman and leaned
against the arm of the couch, grinning seductively.
Greg laughed and licked his lips, "I couldn't...even if I
wanted to I mean..."
"Couldn't what?" Kirk smiled mischievously.
"I think you're *Really* hot and all..." Greg's train
of thought derailed itself
as Kirk pulled off his shoes and socks. Then, Greg gulped as Kirk
toyed with
his tie..."No...Kirk..."
Kirk kept undressing the man, after removing the thin striped tie
he attacked
the buttons on Greg's mustard yellow shirt.
"Kirk...I can't...Brad...I..." Greg tried to protest,
but the combination of alcohol
and hormones was getting harder to resist.
"If you didn't want me..." Kirk pushed open Greg's
shirt and traced a beeline
to his slacks. Then, gently, caressed Greg's hardening cock
through the layers
of material, "Why is your body saying 'yes'?"
Greg whimpered slightly, "Brad...would..."
"Brad would take advantage of a good situation." Kirk
grinned, bending and
kissing the almost invisible sprinkling of blonde hairs at Greg's
navel.
Greg bit into his lip and gave into the moment.
* * * * *
Ryan pulled up to a nightclub that was surrounded by numerous
interesting
(to say the least) people wearing various BDSM gear.
"Um...Ry..." Colin began, wrinkling his brow.
"Not one word Colin." Ryan scolded, getting out of the
car and putting up the
top. "Don't leave the car." He grumbled, "I'll be
out as fast as I can."
Ryan picked his way to the door, "Gino.." he addressed
the large leather clad
bouncer, "How's life treating you?"
The bouncer chuckled, "Can't complain Mister Stiles, looking
for Master Mikhal?"
Ryan nodded, "Is he busy?"
"Don't think so, unless it's off the clock." Gino
chuckled, "Same room as always."
Ryan patted the bouncer on the shoulder and slipped a hundred, as
his usual tip,
into the man's palm. Then, he proceeded into the club.
Meanwhile, back at the car, Brad and Colin watched the people
pass by.
"Are you as confused as I am?" Brad asked, leaning on
the front seats to be
close to Colin.
Colin turned to face Brad, a puzzled look on his face, "More
so. I think he may
have a...uh...past here."
"You've been with him for years though, wouldn't you know if
he's got a thing
for kink?" Brad smiled uncomfortably and waved as a guy
covered in tattoos
and piercings walked by, waving at them.
"Apparently not..." Colin's eyes grew wide as the
barrage continued.
Now in Master Mikhal's usual room, Ryan waited nervously in the
receiving
area, then smiled as a small man wearing a tight full body pvc
suit entered
and removed his mask.
"Ryan!" Mikhal laughed, hugging the tall man,
"It's been ages!"
Ryan grinned, "Forever almost."
"How are things going? Still married? How's Colin? Are you
two back together...
I catch the show when I can and you two are...you still have your
chemistry to
say the least." The man questioned, leading Ryan to a
leather couch and sat him
down, "I take it this isn't a personal call...if it is you
changed your costume..."
Ryan chuckled slightly, "Well; my masochism kink has pretty
much been set
aside, much due to the fact that Colin and I are back together, a
little over a
year now."
Mikhal laughed and lit a cig for Ryan, then one for himself.
"You never could
handle more than one lover."
"Well, my wife is *Very* understanding, but Colin...well,
I'm sure you
remember how badly I took the separation." Ryan sighed.
Mikhal nodded, "Yes, after our sexual games you kept
breaking the code by
wanting to cuddle."
Ryan blushed and took a drag on the cig, "Enough of the
reminiscing though,
for now I'm in a hurry. See, this is sort of a professional
visit...I need some
information."
"What kind of information?" Mikhal asked, raising an
eyebrow.
"I have to find a friend, he's tagging along with Metallica,
and I know they
are in town." Ryan smiled.
"Man, Ry, you know how I feel about giving information about
celebrities..."
Mikhal sighed, "I wouldn't tell anyone you like being
dominated by a small guy,
or where you live."
"Come on, I have to find this guy...he's a friend's
boyfriend." Ryan pleaded.
Mikhal grumbled and gave in, "Well, I can't guarantee, but
one of them was in
a few hours ago and he mentioned Kirk was with this guy named
Greg."
Ryan nodded, "Yes; it's that Greg."
Mikhal smiled, "Why didn't you say so! I remember seeing him
and Brad on
Access Hollywood not that long ago! He's a costar; it makes all
the difference!"
Ryan smiled, "So where are they?"
"I didn't tell you..." the man smiled, snuffing out his
cig, "but he said something
about a penthouse at the Pointe Hilton a few miles down the
road."
"Thank you Mikhal." Ryan stood and hugged the small
man, "Hey, next time
I'm down..."
"I'll be waiting." Mikhal winked and escorted Ryan out.
"So, did you get the place?" Brad asked when Ryan
returned.
"My guy came through...they're at the Pointe Hilton."
Ryan smiled.
"Why didn't you tell me about this side of you?" Colin
asked, "You know I'll
try anything once..."
Ryan sighed; "It was when we were separated a while
back...End of story."
* * * * *
Greg let Kirk lay him out on the couch and pull off his remaining
clothes.
Now naked, his warm skin melded with the soft fabric of the
couch, Kirk's
soft kisses enticing him even more.
Kirk ran his hands to Greg's white briefs and traced the lines as
Greg's stiff
cock pulsed out one of the leg holes.
Warm lips, cool air, more kisses on his stomach...Greg was in
Heaven.
Kirk pulled off Greg's underwear with his teeth and tossed them
into Greg's face.
Greg felt the cotton his face and brushed them aside, his glasses
falling to the
floor. Hooking one leg over the couch, he glanced around the
room,
suddenly remembering the other three band members, they were
nowhere
to be seen.
Kirk gave one last nip at Greg's thighs, then devoured the solid
length.
* * * * *
Brad could feel the previous night's doubts hanging over him as
they pulled
into the dark back lot at the Hilton.
"Ready Buddy?" Ryan turned to Brad.
Brad swallowed and nodded; "I want to go by myself."
Colin smiled and nodded solemnly, "We understand. But if you
aren't back in
an hour, we're coming after you."
Brad sighed as he got out of the caddy, "Sounds fair
enough."
* * * * *
Greg moaned, clawing at the couch as Kirk worked his magic,
sucking and
licking and exciting every millimeter of his penis.
Kirk daringly ran his fingers up the cleft in Greg's hard rear,
pushing gently
into the puckered hole.
Greg thrust his hips, trying to spread wider as Kirk began to
couple his mouth
with probing fingers.
Greg could feel himself stretching and tearing slightly as his
arousal began to
eat away the effects of the alcohol.
Kirk nipped lightly at Greg's heavy sac as he took the cock deep
and managed
to do a succession of swallows.
The orgasm hit Greg hard and as he came into Kirk's throat, the
sudden
realization of what he was doing hit him.
Kirk leg go of Greg and wiped his mouth, swallowing the last
drops of semen,
"That was delicious." he grinned and massaged the hard
lump in his jeans, "My
turn."
Greg came to life, pawing for his clothes and glasses. After
finding them, he
began to pull on what clothing he could. "No...Kirk!
No!" He felt terrible and
tears slid down his cheeks as he realized he had not only
betrayed Brad, but
himself as well.
"Come on Greg! Don't mess with me, you got yours, now I want
mine." Kirk
unbuttoned his jeans.
Greg slipped into his shoes and pulled on his undershirt and
button down, not
realizing he still had his pants flung over his shoulder instead
of on, "I'm a bad man
Kirk, I love him." he ran out the door to make sense of
things.
Kirk watched the door slam as Greg fled and turned to the other
rooms. "Well
fuck you!" He screamed, sitting on the couch, "Fuck
you."
* * * * *
A million different thoughts raced through Brad's mind as he rode
the elevator
to the top floor.
Then, the doors slid open and he saw Greg standing there, his
shirt open and
undershirt skewed, wearing no pants.
Greg dropped the pants as he saw Brad standing before him. Unsure
if it was
a hallucination brought on by guilt and alcohol or the real
thing, he dropped to
his knees sobbing and pleading for forgiveness.
Brad's heart was in his throat as Greg confessed the drinking,
the party, and
how he felt. "Greg." He finally said, stopping Greg's
incessant babble, "Greg,
I'm going home. Driving with Colin and Ryan."
Greg stood and hugged Brad; "I'm coming with you."
"No." Brad slipped out of Greg's arms; "You can
find your own way home
and call me when you can be the man I fell in love with." He
let the doors slide
closed and rode back to the lobby.
* * * * *
Greg stood there, staring at the elevator doors as tears began to
shine in his
eyes. The realization of his reality hit him hard and brought his
world solemnly
crashing down around him. He put on his pants and fixed himself
up, and headed
to the front desk. He wasn't about to go back to Kirk...and Brad
would only
push him away.
With a heavy heart, he called a cab to take him to a cheap motel
for the night,
because that's what he felt like...cheap trash.
* * * * *
Brad slid into the backseat and lay down, sobbing. Colin and Ryan
were
discussing the events of the 2-month period they were separated,
but the
words ended quickly.
"How was it?" Colin asked.
Brad sobbed harder, unable to speak.
Colin looked at Ryan and received a nod of approval, then climbed
into the
backseat.
Brad sat up and fell against his large chest, throwing his arms
around him like
a huge teddy bear.
Colin hugged the crying man close and rubbed his back gently,
"Take us home
Ryan."
As Ryan took the back toward Burbank, Brad looked up at his
friend.
"Col..." he sighed, hitching his breath, trying to hold
back the sobs, "I love him
and you best."
Colin rocked Brad gently, rubbing his back harder, "We'll
get through this."
He pressed tighter yet, "Together we're strong."
Brad cried himself to sleep on Colin's chest. It was 10 hours to
Burbank.
*****
END
*****