boy #5 is sitting backwards in a chair, patiently waiting. he has shaggy, dark hair. tall. like Lucifer -- only very handsome and responsible. the authority figure. he watches the other four, but keeps an extra eye on boy #4.

boy #2:
(to boy #1) Can I kiss you?

boy #1:
Later. (he smirks)

boy #2:
No, really. It's in the script.

boy #1:
It's IN the script? (mouth goes slack)

boy #2:
Yes, IN the script. (giggles) You have to kiss me on camera.

boy #1:
(puckers lips) C'mere then. (he grabs boy #2's arm, but boy #2 squirms out of his grasp. boy #1 chases boy #2 around the chairs while making smooching noises. boy #1 succeeds in catching boy #2. he wraps his arms around him.) I'm gonna kiss you, okay?

boy #2:
'kay. (smiles widely while boy #1 plants a big, wet one on his cheek)

boy #5:
(interrupts) Guys, stop horsing around. The directors could be here any minute.

boy #2:
Yeah, cut it out. (he says to boy #1. however, he is still grinning like a fool. boy #5 glares at him)

boy #3:
I agree. Don't make out in front of us.

boy #2:
But it's in the script. (points to the page)

boy #4:
Speaking of the script. (clears his throat, points to a page)

boy #3:
What about the script?

boy #4:
Have you read it?

boy #3:
No.

boy #4:
You should. (he holds the script in front of boy #5, pointing to a line. boy #5 reads, smiles. They both look up and grin at boy #3)

boy #3:
(looking confused) What?

boy #5:
You should read the script. (he takes the script from boy #4 and reads ahead. his eyes widen and he looks cautiously at boy #4, who is leering at him. he smiles. they both giggle)

boy #3:
(frowns and rolls his eyes) All right. I'll read it. Toss me a copy. (boy #4 throws it at him, nearly spilling the pages on the floor. boy #3 harrumphs, and walks around reading the first part of the script. He leans against the bathroom wall)

(boys #1 and #2 sit closer together, boy #1 putting his arm around boy #2's waist, boy #2 putting his arms around boy #1's neck)

boy #3:
(in regards to the script) What in the name of all that is pure and holy?! (he turns around to see boys #1 and #2 making out furiously) And what do you think you two are doing?

boy #2:
(whose bottom lip is still being sucked by boy #1) We're rehearsing. (he swats at boy #1, and successfully detaches him)

boy #3:
(looking at the script again) I don't understand this. (points alternately to the other boys) You're doing THAT with him. He's doing THIS with you. And I'm doing something with you. And you are doing THAT with him too. And he's doing THIS with you. Again. Where is the girl? Don't we always have a girl? (points to boys #1 and #2) And you two are like the group sluts, aren't you?

boys #1 and #2:
(giggle)

boy #3:
It's not funny. (to boy #5) Did we really agree to do this?

boy #5:
Um. So... (he pauses, trying to change the subject) Maybe we should go over the script together. Then we'll have a handle on our parts when the directors arrive. (he stands up, script in hand and walks over to where boy #3 is standing, against the bathroom wall. he motions to the others) Come on. Get up.

(boys #1 and #2 get up walk to the wall, taking their place on the other side of boy #3. they're practically holding hands, not to mention the fact that they are leaning into each other out of habit)

(boy #4 walks toward the wall, twirling the script in his fingers, and takes his place between boy #3 and boy #5. he licks his lips when he knows boy #5 is looking)

boy #5:
(flips through a few pages of the script) Okay. We'll start with the singing parts first.

boy #3:
(clears his throat, and sings the first part, but stops in the middle because he sees boy #5 put his arm around boy #4) Wait. What are we doing? We should go sit back down and wait for the directors. We weren't even supposed to -look- at the script. (he walks away from the bathroom wall)

(the others sigh, and follow boy #3 as he sits at the table, still looking at the script. he also picks up a pencil and starts scribbling what are presumably script changes in the margins)

boy #2:
(to boy #4, whispering) Hey. We should practice our scene. (he points at the script that boy #4 is holding)

boy #4:
(grins and licks his lips) Yeah, okay.

boy #2:
(smiling, to the others) We'll be right back.

(boys #2 and #4 crawl under the table. a bit of scuffling is heard, a couple of 'ouch' and a 'don't put your knee there.' giggling. then they are silent except for the soft rustling of clothes and the barely audible slip of one mouth against an other)

boy #5:
(to boy #1) What are they doing under there?

(a small, muffled moan is heard)

boy #1:
(to boy #5, grinning) I don't know, lemme look. (he peeks under the table to see boy #2 between the legs of boy #4. boy #4's shirt is up and boy #2 is dragging his tongue down the center of boy #4's chest. boy #4 pulls him back up and licks at his neck)

boy #1:
(sits back up, giggling, and leans against boy #5) They're licking each other.

(boy #3 clears his throat loudly and looks away, pretending not to have heard)

boy #5:
(turns toward boy #3 and speaks loudly) Licking, huh?

(boy #5 is stopped from saying anything else by the moist breath at his ear and the soft finger tracing his lips. boy #5 sucks boy #1's finger into his mouth)

(boy #3 stares into the script, tries not to notice when the bodies under the table accidentally touch his leg. but it bothers him, and he kicks at them the next time it happens)

boy #2:
(from under the table) OW! (he crawls out from under the table into the lap of boy #3) You kicked me!

boy #3:
(folding his arms, looking away, and not feeling the warmth of the other boy between his legs) So?

(meanwhile, boy #4 has come out from under the table. he pulls boy #1's finger out of boy #5's mouth and pushes boy #1 aside. he straddles boy #5's lap and reaches around to stroke his back)

boy #4:
(very near to boy #5's lips) I think WE should rehearse now.

boy #5:
You think so? (he takes off boy #4's sunglasses and kisses him, licking around his labret piercing) Do you think you're warmed up enough?

boy #4:
Yeah, absolutely. (he squirms around, making sure that boy #5 can feel the bulge that indicates that he is, indeed, "warmed up")

boy #5:
All right then, come on. (he pushes boy #4 out of his lap, takes his hand and guides him offstage behind some curtains)

boy #3:
(to boy #2) Will you get out of my lap?

boy #2:
(folds his arms on top of boy #3's lap and rests his head) No, I don't think so. I kind of like it here.

boy #1:
(to boy #3, after moving closer) Having trouble learning your lines?

boy #3:
I have no intention of 'learning my lines.'

boy #1:
(leaning into boy #3's ear) You have him in your lap already, so you might as well play along. (he pulls away and smiles)

(boy #2 tickles boy #3 to distract him and he shakes his head quickly, mouthing the words "I am -not- sucking his dick" to boy #1. boy #3 is laughing, and his hand falls to boy #2's head)

(meanwhile, behind the stage curtains)

boy #4:
(unbuttoning boy #5's pants) You done this before?

boy #5:
Not really. (boy #4 stops) But. It's okay. (he unbuckles boy #4's belt as he kisses him)

boy #4:
You should fuck me then. Instead of the other way around like I was planning on. (he grins)

boy #5:
(drops to his knees) But first...

(boy #5 slides boy #4's pants down and backs him against the piano. boy #4 grips at the lid of the piano as boy #5 leans in and sucks on the head of his cock. he licks down the underside, reaching his tongue around to the top as he licks back up. he sucks it into his mouth, and boy #4's fingers drag through his hair and take hold. boy #4 thrusts, his penis sliding further down boy #5's throat. when he comes in boy #5's mouth, he holds him down and boy #5 swallows. when boy #4 lets go, boy #5 stands up and pulls him into a bruising kiss as he tugs his own pants down)

boy #4:
(breaks the kiss, takes a condom out of his wallet, hands it to boy #5) Here. Use that.

boy #5:
(sees that boy #4's wallet has a permanent ring where the condom was nestling) Do you do this often? (he puts the condom on and turns boy #4 around)

boy #4:
As often as I can. (he turns his head to show half of his grin to boy #5)

(boy #5 runs his hand down boy #4's back, and boy #4 spreads his legs. boy #5 shifts his hips forward, and his cock nudges at the firm and pliable muscle of boy #4's ass. boy #5 sinks in partway, and boy #4 releases the breath he's been holding and grips the piano tighter. boy #5 pulls out, but plunges back in just as quickly. he repeats the motion again and again, each time trying to get deeper into the warm friction of boy #4's ass)

(meanwhile, boy #3 is petting boy #2's hair, his eyes are closed and he has seemingly forgotten that he did not want to be in this position. boy #1 is resting his head against boy #3's shoulder and has almost fallen asleep. none of them register the quiet little grunts and moans coming from behind the curtain. that is, until they hear the piano lurch and the unsuccessfully stifled cry of boy #5 as he comes)

(boy #1 pulls away from boy #3 and boy #2 crawls out of boy #3's lap then sits next to him. boy #3 is not sure what just happened. In fact, he is already blocking out the last few minutes from his memory)

(boy #4 walks out from behind the curtain and straightens his hat. he rubs at his bottom lip, which is slightly puffy. boy #5 walks out with his hands behind his back, and discretely drops the used condom into the trash nearby. they sit down near each other, both sighing as they relax in their chairs. the others stare at them)

boy #1:
(breaking the silence) Well, then... (stands up, tugging boy #2 with him) We're gonna go get some...some more coffee.

boy #4:
Have fun! (he waves as they leave and sighs again, looking in boy #5's direction)

(boys #1 and #2 pretend like they're walking out to the lobby of the theater, but when the other three aren't looking, they duck under one of the sheets covering the rows of chairs)

boy #1:
(whispers) Is there enough room under here?

boy #2:
(also whispering, he pulls boy #1 on top of him) There should be. Just don't thrash around too much. (he is already kicking off his boots and pulling at boy #1's pants)

(boys #1 and #2 kiss and lick and nibble until they have most of their clothes off.)

boy #1:
Are you going to be quiet?

boy #2:
Yeah, I think so. (he sighs and lifts his hips, trying to relax as boy #1 slides into him)

(boy #1 rubs one hand lightly at boy #2's hip and the other is in his mouth to make sure he keeps quiet. he rocks back and forth slowly, waiting for the furrow in between boy #2's eyebrows to disappear)

boy #3:
(looks out into the seats) That sheet is moving.

boy #4:
What? (looks out into the seats) Where?

boy #5:
(also looking out into the seats, points) There. In the back, on the left side.

boy #4:
Ohhhh, I see now. (snickers to himself) You should go figure out what it is.

boy #3:
It's probably just nothing. (he gets up to investigate anyway)

(boy #3 walks to the back of the theater, tilting his head to one side in thought. he approaches the opposite side of the row where the movement is happening. he lifts up the sheet and looks down the row to see boys #1 and #2 in the midst of having sex. boy #2's back is arched, his head is thrown back, and he is clutching at boy #1's sides. boy #1 pushes into boy #2, his pace and intensity increasing exponentially. both have their eyes closed and are unaware of boy #3's presence. boy #3 puts the sheet back down and backs away, but not before he hears boy #1 quietly groan, "OH HOWARD")

(boy #3 walks back down the isle slowly, staring off into nothing. he is slightly unnerved and is oddly aware of the tingling in his stomach that is spreading downward)

boy #4:
(trying not to laugh) What was it?

boy #3:
(not quite paying attention) Huh? Oh. It was... It was nothing. (he sits back down and shifts uncomfortably in his seat)

(meanwhile, boy #2 jerks his sweat-slicked hand up and down his cock as boy #1 sobs into his shoulder. boy #2 shudders a few moments later, sticky warmth oozing into his hand and onto his stomach. boy #1 grabs part of the sheet to clean him up, but ends up licking most of it off boy #2's fingers)

(boys #1 and #2 fumble to get dressed, and in the tight space, boy #1 bonks his head on the back of the chairs. he is still zipping his pants when they crawl out from under the sheet and walk back down to the stage, hand in hand, kissing every few moments. boy #3 ignores them and thinks about telling them to stop, but realizes it wouldn't do any good, because after all, it IS in the script. boys #1 and #2 are about to sit down when they notice boys #4 and #5 are looking at them funny)

boy #1:
What?

boy #4:
(smiles) I thought you were going to get coffee.

boy #2:
We did. But. Um... (looks at boy #1 for reassurance) We...already drank it. Yeah. (boy #1 nods in agreement)

boy #5:
(to boys #1 and #2, in regard to their hand-holding, and the ultra-satisfied looks that they have been giving each other) Are you two in love?

boy #2:
What?

boy #5:
(smiles) You sure act like it.

(boys #1 and #2 look at each other, grinning)

boy #1:
I don't know. Probably. I don't think we've really thought about it before. (raises an eyebrow, leering at boy #2) I'll show you the shape of my heart if you show me yours.

boy #2:
(giggles) But I just saw it!

boy #1:
Well then, that settles it.

boy #5:
(rolls his eyes) Dorks. Both of you.

(boy #1 puts his arms around boy #2, and boy #2 snuffles into his neck)

(boy #3 pulls the script out of his jacket pocket, wondering if this is what they are supposed to be doing)

(boy #1 kisses boy #2 many times on the face, concentrating on his forehead and eyelids. he whispers something sweet into boy #2's ear, and boy number #2 blushes and smiles widely)

(Two pairs of clapping hands can be heard from the balcony)

fade to black