"It's your first time
But don't you worry
It's not your last time.
You say you're nervous
But don't you worry
I'm at your service.
You're a young thing
So much to learn
So much to see.
There's a lot I gotta
Show you about ecstasy
So sit next to me.
You ask for a little direction
I whisper in your ear
'kiss me here'."
-"Kiss Me Here" by Hit Me
"Oh, hi Chip." Brad smiled softly as he walked
backstage towards
the dressing room usually taken by the rotating guest, "I
thought
you knew I was on tonight..."
Chip smiled and let out a thin laugh, "I know, I just wanted
to talk
to you..."
"Well you didn't have to come down here!" Brad rolled
his eyes,
"You could have called me on my cell or something."
"Well I know, but I was in the area anyway..." Chip
followed
Brad into the dressing room, amazed at how much Brad had
managed to dress it up in the hour he'd occupied it.
"Well, what's up?" Brad dropped into the swiveling
chair in front
of the vanity and picked up his electric razor, "Do you mind
if I
get ready?"
"Go for it." Chip paced slightly, then began to wring
his hands.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Brad applied the
shaver
to his chin.
"Well, uh..." Chip paced faster, "See, I'm having
this party..."
"Ah, you want me to come?" Brad smiled, finishing off
his upper lip.
"Well, yeah." Chip slowed his pace.
"Of course I'll go! Who else is invited?" Brad put down
the razor
and pulled off his shirt and undershirt, then examined his chest.
Chip stopped dead in his tracks felt himself melt at the sight of
the
broad chest. "Uh, it's a surprise party. Nobody but me knows
who's
going."
"Interesting." Brad poked at a small brown splotch,
"I think I'm
getting a mole."
Chip didn't know whether to laugh or fall to his knees in
worship.
He decided to smirk and examine the dot. "No, I think it's
just a
big freckle."
"Really? I was sun bathing a few days ago..." Brad
shrugged.
"Oh well, if it gets worse I'll get it removed."
"Uh, anyway, you'll come?" Chip put himself at a
farther distance
as he felt his throat and underwear tightening.
"Probably, when is it?" Brad stood up and headed toward
the
small bathroom.
"Friday." Chip nodded, feeling a deep blush creep into
his
cheeks as Brad dropped his pants. He managed a wry remark,
forcing back the arousal in his voice, "Nice boxers."
"Hey, I didn't know I'd have an audience." Brad shook
his butt
at Chip mockingly. The boxers in question were gray with
monkeys and bananas all over. "Besides, they're a favorite
pair
of mine..."
Chip laughed, certain his face must be purple, "Well, you
are the
monkey man."
"Yeah." Brad picked up his fresh set of clothes for the
shooting.
"I'm going to hit the showers, if you want, you can stick
around...
I'll only take a few minutes."
Chip nodded slightly, swallowing. "Okay."
Brad entered the tiny bathroom, leaving Chip to his own devices.
"Fuck..." Chip sighed under his breath. Ever since Brad
had come
out to them at one of the first meetings, things had taken on a
new
meaning. Chip had gone through four or five girlfriends in the
course
of a season and now that the newest season's tapings had begun,
he felt himself growing closer to Brad. Sometimes they got
together
and practiced newer styles of singing for the show, and on one
occasion they'd gone bowling together. But Chip still wanted
something more than singing pointers.
He'd been thinking of a way to approach the man for almost a
month
when he was finally at the end of his rope. That morning he'd set
out
to tell Brad how he felt. And just ended up inviting him to a
party that
didn't exist.
"What are you going to do?" Chip sat on the chair Brad
had just
occupied, soaking in his almost feminine scent. "You can't
just throw
together a party..."
He let his head roll back on his shoulders, then looked into the
mirror
and saw the corner of the bathroom door, slightly ajar. Turning
with
an evil grin, he came to the realization that Brad had
accidentally left
the door open a crack and was just getting into the shower.
* * * * *
Brad smiled secretly and half-shut the door behind him. Then, he
made sure to examine himself in the small bathroom mirror for as
long as he could. He knew it would take a couple minutes for Chip
to realize the door wasn't shut. At least he hoped Chip would
notice.
The slightly older man had been attracted to the energetic young
man
since the beginning and had been trying to flirt without being
open
enough to possibly scare the man away. He knew that Chip was
young, and appeared to be fairly open minded...and easily
corruptible.
He moved to where he could be seen in the doorway and slowly
thumbed down his monkey boxers, then made his way to the shower.
As the warm spray hit his skin, he wondered just what Chip was
thinking at the very moment.
* * * * *
"I have to fuck him..." Chip whimpered almost silently
as the man
got into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. "I don't
care if he
wants nothing to do with a relationship...but I have to have some
of
that ass..."
He let the chair fall back and reclined comfortably, his feet
lifting off
the ground. Then, it hit him...there would be a party. A party
for two.
Chip grinned evilly and turned back to the vanity, keeping an eye
on
the shower in the corner of the mirror. After a quick search
through
the drawers he found a small pad of ABC stationary and a pen,
then
scribbled a short note.
--Brad, had to get going. Have a great taping! Don't forget, 7pm,
this Friday. Casual dress.--
He flirted with the idea of putting down that it was a costume
party,
but decided not to push it.
With a heavy sigh, he quickly left the room and made his way to
one of the backstage rest rooms. In the blink of an eye, the door
was locked behind him and he turned on the lights, trying to undo
his pants with the free hand.
The nimble hands found his mostly stiff cock as soon as the pants
fell,
his boxer briefs soon after.
His strokes were fast and furious, images of Brad's chest, his
strong
legs, his slightly muscled back...his nice tight ass...all
flickered in
Chip's mind. His left hand teased at the already hard nipples,
pinching
only slightly.
Before he could put a coherent thought behind it, Chip came over
his hand, most of the cum running down his leg. Without another
thought, he cleaned up, collected his thoughts and made his way
back to the parking lot.
* * * * *
"I didn't realize I left the door open!" Brad laughed,
drying his newly
washed face as he looped a towel around his waist and walked back
out to the dressing room. "Boy am I embarrassed..."
He peeled the now damp hand towel from his face as he entered the
room. Then, sighed as he realized Chip had left already.
"Damn."
Taking off the towel around his waist, he began to thoroughly dry
his body as he walked over to the vanity. He picked up and read
the
note, shook his head and threw it away.
Of course he'd be at the party, how could he refuse?
* * * * *
Chip sighed as he made his way backstage on the set of the movie
he'd been working on. He sat heavily in the make-up chair as they
began to change sets for a scene he wasn't it.
"Chip, someone called while you were rolling." One of
his favorite
stage hands came up behind him, dropping his new cell phone into
his lap.
"Thanks for watching my phone." Chip smiled and waved
the woman
away. He flipped open the phone listened to his voicemail.
"Hey Chip, this is Ryan, what's this I hear about a party?
Why wasn't
I invited?"
Chip sighed and hit the call back. It was time to explain to Ryan
what was going on.
"Hi Col, is Ryan around?" Chip smiled, the only way to
get a hold of
Ryan anymore was through Colin or Drew.
"Right here." Colin's voice replied, then Ryan came on
the line. "Chip?"
"Yeah, I just got your message." Chip tried to laugh
dryly.
"Yeah, I wanted to know why I didn't get invited to your
party!
Colin and Drew weren't invited either!" Ryan sounded
annoyed.
"Listen, there's a good explanation." Chip closed his
eyes, "It's just
for me and Brad...but I didn't want Brad to know that."
"Oh!" Ryan laughed, "That makes sense. I'm glad we
told him we
were invited."
"Yeah, just kinda a private thing, you know?" Chip was
glad
Ryan took it well, "So, don't come, okay?"
"Oh, don't worry little buddy. So, when did you turn to the
purple side?"
Chip felt the blush coming on again. "I haven't exactly
'turned' per se...
I'm just...you know, experimenting."
"Ah, boy's first boy on boy crush." Colin's voice came
over the line,
it figured he was on the other phone.
"Well don't go spreading the word." Chip sighed again,
putting his hand
over his closed eyes, "I'm just trying it, okay?"
"Oh, we *understand*." Ryan giggled, then Colin added,
"Oh yes, we'll
keep quiet...just be sure to fill us in, okay?"
"Sure, whatever." Chip couldn't help but smile,
"Just don't let Brad know, okay?"
"Whatever you say." Colin replied.
"Ryan, promise me!" Chip demanded.
"Sure thing, I won't tell him about the party thing,"
Ryan replied all too hesitantly.
"Okay, and if he finds out...I'll know who to blame."
Chip shook his head,
sitting up straight and opening his eyes back up. "But I
have to go get my face
touched-up."
"Sure thing, later." Ryan replied with a click as Colin
hung up as well.
* * * * *
"Hey Brad!" Ryan laughed as Brad answered the phone.
"Hey, what's up?" Brad raised an eyebrow as he talked
on his cell phone,
traveling down the freeway home. He could hear Colin putting up
some kind
of protest in the background.
"So, I guess tonight's the big party!" Ryan spoke.
Brad looked at his watch, "Yep, only four hours. I'm going
to go home
and change, then I'm off to his place."
"Wow, I'm sure you'll have a great time."
Brad laughed as Colin protested louder, but still inaudibly.
"What's
wrong with Colin?"
"Oh, nothing!" Ryan spoke louder, "He just doesn't
want me to tell you
that we won't be attending the shindig."
"Oh, why not?" Brad frowned, "It won't be the same
without you two!"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll have a good time!" Ryan laughed.
Brad took the right off-ramp and drove toward his condo. "I
know, but still..."
"Don't listen to him!" Colin's voice came over, he'd
obviously gotten
control of another phone.
"What are you talking about?" Brad laughed, "You
two sound like there's
some big secret."
"You didn't tell him?" Colin asked, presumably to Ryan.
"No, I didn't say a word." Ryan replied.
"What is going on?" Brad was getting frustrated with
the run-around.
"Well, we might as well tell him now." Ryan's voice
grumbled, "He knows
something's going on."
"Fine. You intended to all along, but I won't be part of
this." Colin
hung up the phone.
"Don't worry about him, he's just upset that I didn't think
of this idea
all those years ago." Ryan laughed.
"Just tell me what in the world is going on!" Brad was
too curious to
withstand the torment.
"You're the only person invited...it's a party for
two." Ryan's voice was
very suggestive.
"You mean, like a date?" Brad felt a laugh in his
throat.
"A surprise date...he didn't want us to tell you," Ryan
replied, "He's
attracted to you, Brad..." Ryan's voice mocked, "All
that covert flirting
has paid off..."
Brad giggled, sure he blushing as he pulled into his drive way.
"Oh wow!
What should I wear? Should I bring something?"
"No, just act like you don't know..." Ryan instructed.
"Show up and
be totally surprised when nobody else is there."
"Geeze, I feel like a school girl..." Brad giggled,
"Should I wear
something special?"
"Might want to pass on the ugly boxers..." Ryan
laughed.
"Oh, I know just what I'm wearing!" Brad got out of the
car, "This is
going to be perfect!"
* * * * *
Chip fretted nervously in front of the mirror as he changed into
yet another shirt. It had taken him ten pairs to find the right
pants,
tight black leather. He was working on shirt twenty-two.
"No!" he threw aside a black and white checkerboard
pullover.
"This is useless...he's not going to like me anyway."
Chip fell to his
bed with grumble. He was definitely loosing his nerve. Then, he
heard the phone ring. Hoping it was Brad, calling off the whole
thing,
Chip reached blindly for the bedside phone and answered it.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Chip!" Brad's voice called over the line.
"Oh, hi! What's wrong, can't make it?" Chip tried not
to sound hopeful.
"Oh, I'll be there!" Brad giggled, "I just wanted
to ask if I should stop
and pick up anything on the way?"
"Oh, no." Chip sat up. He took a mental inventory, wine
and long
stem roses in the living room, stack of take-out menus by the
phone
in the kitchen...ready. "I think I've got it."
"Okay, I should be there in about an hour." Brad's
voice sounded
happier than usual.
"I'll be here." Chip sighed as Brad hung up, then
blindly set the phone
on the hook and went back to the task of selecting a shirt that
screamed
"fuck me!".
* * * * *
Brad hummed along to the B-52's as he drove down the crowded
California stretch of I-5. Usually traffic frustrated him, but
not tonight...
he was still floating on cloud nine.
After a few outfit changes, he'd decided on something simple
enough,
black jeans and a red and black shirt typical to him. Zipper, not
buttons...
He changed the stations as the song ended and commercials took
over,
the next station over was playing "I Touch Myself".
* * * * *
Chip hummed along to "I Touch Myself" as he modeled his
most recent
outfit change. The perfect outfit, blue jeans and a soft, light
purple silk shirt.
Not exactly a 'fuck me' outfit, but not too oversexed.
"I don't want anybody else, when I think about you, I touch
myself..."
Chip danced along to the pulsing beat. "I want you, I don't
want anybody
else...'cus when I think about you...I touch myself."
He danced his way to the kitchen as memories of the session in
the
bathroom only days before flooded back. He took the bottle of red
wine
and put it in a shallow silver chilling bucket, then added the
ice and set out
in the living room. He'd moved back the couch and laid out a soft
woven rug.
Smiling, he turned on the TV and caught the end of some N*Sync
video,
then changed it over to the VCR as the tape he'd borrowed from
Ryan
came on. 4 hours of fireplace...it suited his needs.
Twenty minutes seemed like a long wait.
* * * * *
Brad heaved a big sigh as he pulled into the parking garage, then
headed
up the stairs to Chip's loft apartment. "Okay, breath
check." Brad talked
to himself, then checked his breath, popped in a mint and
knocked.
Chip saw Brad's car pull into the small complex and turned on
some soft
music, then began to mentally ready himself. When heard the
knock, he made
sure to slowly work his way to the door.
"Am I the first to arrive?" Brad smiled as Chip opened
the door.
"Yeah, I guess you are." Chip nodded, backing away from
the door as
Brad entered.
"Wow...it...sure looks cozy in here." Brad felt a blush
rising in his cheeks
as he saw the dim lights, and carpet thrown out before the
roaring television
fireplace.
"Actually, Brad." Chip moved close to his friend,
taking the larger hands
in his, "You're the only one invited."
"Well what kind of party is that?" Brad smiled,
attempting a serious look.
"Uh, well..." Chip stammered, his usually cool and
collected mood had
vanished. "A small one."
"You didn't have to make up a party just to get me to come
over." Brad
smiled, "You know I always make time for my *friends*"
He put extra
emphasis on the word, he knew what was going on...but he wanted
Chip
to say it.
"See, that's the thing..." Chip's hands found his
pockets, "I...I was thinking
that...maybe we could...um..." He was trying to find a more
romantic way
of putting the phrase 'fuck like crazed weasels'...it wasn't
working.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Brad smiled, faking
surprise.
"Is it working?" Chip grinned.
"Maybe." Brad walked up to the red wine chilling in the
bucket and
traced a bead of water from the ice.
"I..uh..." Chip went to the kitchen and came back with
a box of long stem
roses, "I got you these."
"How romantic." Brad smiled nonchalantly, accepting the
box and
setting it aside.
Chip shrugged. He knew it was a bit romantic, especially since he
was
willing to settle for a pity fuck. "Well, I aim to
please."
Brad popped the cork on the bottle and poured two glasses as he
watched Chip fidget. "You hit the target." He licked
his lower lip slightly,
then tasted the wine.
Chip couldn't decide what was going through Brad's mind, but
hoped
he was only acting coy. "Yeah?"
"Completely." Brad pressed the other glass into Chip's
hand. "So, how
long did it take you to come up with this?"
Chip fibbed, "Oh, months!"
"Really?" Brad settled onto the thick rug. "I've
been trying to get you to
invite me over for a fuck for months."
"Um..." Chip was stunned by the words. All of a sudden,
the romantic
air had a sexual sizzle. "Well, why didn't you say
something?" He drank
deeply off the glass, not even tasting the wine but craving the
alcohol.
"Well, the world frowns on older gay men that prey on
straight younger
men." Brad added an aristocratic edge as he gently sipped,
"I tried hints...
but I thought you were oblivious to them."
"Uh, well..." Chip sat down on the rug, crossing his
legs. "I was."
"Oh." Brad looked away. "I see."
"No, it's not like that!" Chip took the mock offense as
real, "I mean,
I really like you!"
Brad looked back to Chip, a smile dancing on his lips. "I
know, I was
just messing with you." He finished his wine and set the
glass aside.
"So, you really wanted this whole romantic thing, didn't
you?"
"Well, um...yeah." Chip fibbed again, nodding.
"Oh, I much prefer the 'lets do the nasty right here and
now' approach.
I've never really been that much of a romantic." Brad
reclined onto his side.
"Really?" Chip's voice shot up an octave. After calming
himself, he
downed the remainder of his wine and tossed aside the fragile
glass,
certain he would have to clean up glass in the morning but not
caring.
"Let's fuck like crazed weasels!"
Brad giggled, "Seriously? You just want to do it? No
romantic dinner?"
"I was thinking Chinese take out...after we fuck." Chip
pulled himself
close to Brad, smelling the gentle perfume.
"Make it pizza and you've got a deal." Brad resisted
the urge to kiss
Chip's pouty mouth.
"Sausage and extra cheese it is." Chip buried his face
in Brad's neck,
nuzzling and kissing.
Brad smirked, letting his hands find Chip's belt. "My lips
are up here..."
"Well...I...uh..." Chip looked up, almost innocently.
"Sorry, I've never
done this before."
"Here's a primer..." Brad took Chip's hand and pressed
it to his lips.
"Lips." He moved it down to his chest,
"Nips." Then placed it in his lap,
"Penis." He rubbed the hand gently against his manhood,
teasing it into
action, "Touch as you see fit."
Chip giggled and fell onto his back laughing. "Just ravage
me, okay?
Smartass."
"That's 'cuteass' when I'm getting ready to have sex with
you." Brad
straddled Chip's hips.
"And such a nice ass it is." Chip blushed.
"Feel free to touch it, too." Brad added, then unzipped
his shirt, letting it
slide off.
"I knew there was a reason I like that shirt." Chip
felt another nervous
giggle rising in his throat.
Brad only smirked, and ran his hands up the thin silk of Chip's
shirt,
then began to undo the buttons one by one.
The waiting was killing Chip. His mind whirred and his body
pulsed.
He absentmindedly wondered if anyone ever died of the kind of
shock
he was still in. "Screw it!" He pulled the shirt,
ripping off the top buttons,
"That's taking too long!"
Brad helped rip the rest of the shirt, tossing the silk aside.
"In a hurry?"
He smiled, letting his nails gently rake over the young man's
soft torso.
Chip whimpered, nodding slightly as his hands found Brad's belt
and
went to work on the buckle.
Brad chuckled slightly and wondered if he could declare that
moment
the single sexiest non-romantic encounter ever. He leaned in
gently as
his belt cleared the loops and was tossed aside, his lips meeting
with the
flesh and finding each small nipple.
Chip drew in a deep breath as Brad kissed all over his chest,
fluttering
his tongue in the delicate dip of his navel. His own hands,
however,
managed to undo the button and lower the zipper. He went to where
the waistband of Brad's boxers should be, but was slightly
confused
to find only warm skin.
Brad pushed his body to Chip's, trapping the hand between them,
then thrust his hardening member towards it.
"You bitch!" Chip giggled, "You were ready for
this!"
Brad silenced the man with a deep kiss, letting a moan into his
mouth
when the trapped hand found the sensitive cock.
Chip tried as best he could to grasp for something, his hand was
not
moving all that well, then he found it. Taking the lead, he let
his thumb
press gently on the head as his fingers squeezed.
Brad arched his back, lifting his hips slightly at the gentle
pressure,
silencing a mewl in his throat.
Chip quickly removed his hand and rolled the larger man onto his
back,
successfully surprising him.
"Oh..." Brad smiled, a blush rising in his cheeks as
Chip dug in for
another kiss.
Chip let out what was supposed to be a sexy growl, but came out
more as a bark. Shaking his head, he tried to get back in the
moment
by sitting on Brad's hips and trying to take off his own pants.
Brad reached up, smiling broadly, and grabbed Chip's shoulders,
pulling him back down. Kissing for whatever skin he could reach,
he
found the man's shoulder inviting. His lips kissed up the
forearm, then
the shoulder. As he headed toward the neck, he bit gently.
Chip heard a knock on the door and quickly pulled away, feeling
the
startled Brad's teeth bite into him.
Brad scrambled towards the couch as Chip fell off him and to the
floor.
"Coming!" Chip's voice was light and torn between hurt
and scared.
Shirtless, he went to the door and opened it as Brad hid behind
the
arm of the large sofa.
"Oh, hi! Am I early?" Wayne smiled.
Chip rolled his eyes, "Uh...well, the party
was...uh...canceled! Didn't
you get the voice mail?"
"I just checked my voice mail..." Wayne shrugged,
looking at his cell
phone. "I guess the techno-monster got it."
"Yeah, must have." Chip tried not to look pathetic as
his hand covered
the bite on his neck.
"Sore neck?" Wayne looked confused.
"Uh, yeah," Chip nodded.
"Here, let me rub it." Wayne pushed into the darkened
room and set
his phone by the door.
"Uh, no, that's okay." Chip used his free hand to turn
on the lights.
Wayne observed the open wine and pushed back furniture. Then the
fireplace TV and shattered wine glass. A small pile of silk and
buttons,
then a red and black zippered shirt. "Did I come at a bad
time?"
"Nope, just kicking back!" Chip blushed, trying not to
incriminate himself,
but knowing the evidence looked against him.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know you had someone over!" Wayne
smirked,
looking at the small line of blood that dripped down the front of
Chip's
collar bone. "Was it a vampire by chance?"
"Uh." Chip removed his hand, wiping away the tiny bit
of blood, luckily
it wasn't deep. "Nah, just bad timing."
"I'm sorry...she's hiding, right?" Wayne saw a few
mussed brown hairs
peeking out from behind the couch. "It's okay hon, I'm
leaving right now!"
"Yeah..." Chip smiled, letting Wayne out.
"Is it clear?" Brad popped his head up as the door was
shut.
"Yeah." Chip smiled, then met Brad in the center of the
room.
Brad had pushed off his jeans behind the couch and was feeling
just as
naked as he was. Pushing himself against the younger man, they
kissed again.
Chip's hands cupped Brad's ass as he felt Brad's going for his
pants.
"Are you okay? I didn't mean to bite you..." Brad
pulled away slightly,
undoing Chip's pants and letting them fall to the floor.
"Fine." Chip brought his hands around forward and
cupped Brad's member,
feeling it rise once again in his hands.
Brad's eyes rolled back into his head and he put his hands on
Chip's
shoulder's, pressing slightly.
Chip took his cue and sank to his knees. Hesitantly, he took the
man's cock
in his soft mouth and went with instinct.
Brad licked his lips and put his hands in Chip's soft hair. The
boy was a
natural. Leaning back slightly, he closed his eyes completely.
Chip heard the doorknob wiggle and turned his head, rising to his
feet
as it came open.
Brad, shocked again, fell down, landing squarely on his ass as
Chip stood
and both faced a wide eyed and shocked Wayne Brady.
"Oh...I...Oh My!" Wayne blushed deeply, grabbing
for his phone. "My
phone!"
Brad scurried back towards the couch, but stopped, knowing there
was
no sense at that point to hide.
Chip went to cover the door, tripping over his pants, splaying
himself out.
Wayne couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry!"
Brad sighed, resting his face on the couch. "It's
okay."
"It is?" Chip's voice was hoarse from getting the wind
knocked out of him.
"I am so sorry guys..." Wayne didn't appear to be
leaving soon, but had
found his phone. "I thought maybe you'd moved to the
bedroom..."
"Just knock next time, okay?" Brad still didn't look
up.
"This may be a bit out of line...but...how long...I mean,
are you..."
Wayne tried to ask a question.
"Yeah, it's out of line." Chip pulled his pants back on
and managed to
stand up. In a swift movement he'd pressed Wayne outside and shut
the door in his face.
"We just can't fuck today, can we?" Chip heaved a sigh
and slid down
the door.
Brad shrugged, finally removing his face from the sofa.
"Pizza?"
"Can we try this again later?" Chip sighed as Brad went
for his pants.
"Sure." Brad smiled. "My place?"
"Yeah." Chip nodded, rubbing his face.
"Yeah."
*****
END
*****