Action! Series Book
© G.A. Hauser, 2017
MARK ANTONIOUS RICHFIELD
© G.A. Hauser, 2017
model: Grigoris Drakakis
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Top model, Mark
Antonious Richfield, stared into the lens of a camera.
Wearing leather pants
and boots, Mark posed next to a high-powered Italian superbike for
his Dangereux Red cologne campaign. Their backdrop was the
Pacific Ocean, along Coastal Highway 1 in California.
The ads were for
summer, but it was March, and the cold wind whipped his long hair
around his face. Because of it, shields had been erected to keep the
For nearly a decade,
Mark had reigned as the top male model internationally, and had even
been selected the ‘World’s Most Beautiful Man’ by a celebrity
After a full day of
shooting, he finally heard, “It’s a wrap. Thank you, Mark.”
Mark rubbed his upper
arms, freezing cold. His husband, Steve Miller, approached Mark with
“Thank you, love.”
Mark put the matching leather jacket on, one he had worn for the
commercial advertising campaign while riding the Ducati; all black
but for the logo on the chest, which was in red.
“Are they done?”
Steve asked, looking out at the view.
“Yes.” Mark zipped
the jacket since he wasn’t wearing a shirt at the moment, and put
on his sunglasses.
Steve placed his arm
around Mark and walked to where they had parked Steve’s Mercedes.
Mark dropped down on the passenger’s seat, took his phone from the
dashboard, and turned it on.
“Are you hungry?”
Steve asked as he started the car.
“Not really.” Mark
read his missed text messages. “Alexander’s premier is tonight
and I’m shattered.”
“I know, but we have
to go.” Steve drove back to their home in Bel Air. It was Saturday
and the traffic was light at the moment.
Mark stared at the road
ahead, thinking about sitting through yet another movie where his son
starred as the gay love interest for the Hollywood elite.
“I should stop on the
way home and pick something up for dinner.”
Mark sank lower in the
seat. “I would have preferred driving myself. I’m in leather,
“You can wait in the
“I don’t know why
you insisted on coming. I never have issues with the Dangereux
crew.” Mark ran his fingers over his hair as he thought about his
modeling shoot at the luxury car manufacturer. He did indeed need a
bodyguard for that one. The CEO had sexually assaulted him during his
last session. Luckily for Mark, Drew Persley had been forced to sign
a contract/restraining order stating he would no longer be allowed
within 100 feet of Mark.
Mark’s phone hummed
with a text. He raised his sunglasses up to read it.
‘What are you and
Steve doing for dinner?’
enquiring about our plans for this evening.” Mark glanced up at the
exit ramp Steve had taken and knew he was indeed going to stop for
“Tell him I’m
picking something up.” Steve slowed for a traffic signal.
Mark texted his son,
‘Steven and I are out now. He’s stopping off to buy food.’
‘I thought we’d
go out for dinner and then head to the premier.’
Mark sighed tiredly as
Steve pulled into the lot of a grocery store. ‘Then you tell him
yourself. I’m too tired to argue.’ Mark propped his boot up
on the dashboard.
“Hey!” Steve batted
it down. “Would you let me do that in your car?”
“These boots are
brand new, Steven. I haven’t worn them before today.”
Steve parked and Mark
heard Steve’s phone chime with a text as he got out of the car. He
assumed his son was sending it.
“I’ll be back.”
Mark closed his eyes
and tried to rest.
While Steve was gone,
Mark noticed the key in the ignition. He turned it so he could listen
to music while he waited. Sitting up, scanning through Steve’s
satellite stations, Mark spotted a blonde woman with two young
children, pushing a cart to a minivan. He focused back on the music
and then did a double-take. “Oh, good Lord!” He recognized the
woman, took the ignition key, and got out of the car.
Mark jogged between
rows of parked cars and startled the woman as she hefted shopping
bags into the back of her van.
“Mark?” She blinked
in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
Mark became distracted
by two little girls, one seated in the cart, swinging her legs and
the other, holding her mother’s jacket as she hid behind her.
“Steven is getting us
dinner.” Mark pointed to the grocery store. “Well!” It became
awkward instantly since he had left Sharon at their wedding altar…
for Steve. “Who do we have here?”
“These are my
daughters. That’s Chelsea,” she said, gesturing to the little
girl peeking out from behind her, “and that’s Elizabeth-Ann.”
As Mark admired the
pretty blonde-blue-eyed little girls, he had a flash of what his life
would have been if he had gone through with his marriage to Sharon
Tice; if Steve had not crashed their wedding and stolen him in a
desperate act of love.
Mark moved his sunglasses to the top of his head. “How old are
“Chelsea is seven,
and Elizabeth-Ann is three.” She caressed Chelsea gently. “Say
hello to Mark.”
The little girl shook
her head and stood behind Sharon.
“How are you?” Mark
asked, spying a gold wedding set on her finger.
“I’m doing well. I
see your face in all the magazines and celebrity gossip shows on TV.”
“I’m sure you are
glad you are well rid of me.” Mark glanced at the tiny
three-year-old as she chewed on a stuffed toy.
“Are you wearing
“Oh.” Mark touched
his cheek. “I was…” He thumbed behind him. “I’ve come from
a shoot for Dangereux.”
Sharon seemed to be
studying his eyes. Mark knew he had eyeliner and mascara on them. It
made him feel embarrassed.
“You look happy.”
Mark thought she appeared overwhelmed, but would never say it.
“I am.” She hugged
and kissed little Elizabeth-Ann affectionately.
“Sharon, they are so
lovely,” Mark said, “They look so much like you.”
“Thanks, Mark.” She
read her phone and then continued to place the grocery bags into the
“Can I be of
assistance?” Mark moved closer to the cart and Elizabeth-Ann. He
touched her little pink shoe lightly. “Hullo there.”
She giggled and hid
behind her stuffed toy.
“I’ve got it.”
Sharon finished unloading the cart and before she picked up her
daughter, she said, “You can help. Can you hold her while I return
“Yes! If she’ll let
Sharon asked, “Can
Mark carry you while Mommy returns the cart?”
She nodded, still
chewing on the hand of the stuffed toy, which Mark could see was a
Sharon picked her up
and Mark reached out, holding her on his hip and bouncing her. They
waited for a moment to see if Elizabeth-Ann would fuss, but she
Sharon rolled the cart
to the return with Chelsea clutched her jacket.
Mark smiled at the
little girl. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? You are so
lovely.” He rocked back and forth with her.
for his hair.
“It is long for a
man, isn’t it?” Mark glanced at Sharon as she approached, holding
Chelsea’s hand. “Is that your friend? A little cheeky-monkey?”
“Can you strap her
into her car-seat?” Sharon asked.
Mark had never done it
before, but nodded.
As Sharon closed the
back doors of the minivan, Mark waited for her to open the side door
for him. Once she did, Mark had a look at the child-seat. “Perhaps
not.” He didn’t have a clue.
Sharon helped Chelsea
in, buckling her up, and then reached for Elizabeth-Ann.
Mark didn’t want to
let her go. He smiled at the little cherub and they stared at each
other. Elizabeth-Ann touched his chin and then smiled at him.
Mark reluctantly gave
Sharon her child back and watched as she clipped her into the seat.
“Say goodbye to
Mark.” Sharon set her purse near the front seat.
“Bye!” Mark waved.
“Bye, Chelsea. Bye, Elizabeth-Ann.”
Mark moved away from
the van as Sharon slid the side door shut.
“It was great seeing
you, Mark.” Sharon brushed back her hair as the wind blew it across
“You as well. Do take
care.” Mark felt a dull ache in his chest.
She walked to the
driver’s side of the van, started it, and backed out. A last wave
was all he received as she drove off.
Mark put his hands into
his leather jacket pockets and wondered about choices. When Steve
entered his life, his future had veered off course. The life Sharon
had now, would have been his.
Mark lowered his head
and got lost in thought.
Alexander had come to
him at eighteen. Mark didn’t get the chance to be his father as
Alex grew up. He looked out at the traffic on the main street and
then returned to the car, waiting for Steve.
Alex sat on his bed in
his home in Bel Air. Two tuxedos were hanging in his walk-in closet;
one for him, one for his Chief of Police husband.
He kept texting his
father but Mark stopped returning them. Alex sent Steve one, asking
him if he would come to dinner with him before the premier but Steve
was evasive as well.
Alex gave up and
flopped to his back on the bed.
voice, Alex raised his head off of the bed. Tadzio was wearing a red
beaded gown and high spiked heels.
rolled to his side and propped his head up in his hands. “You look
Tadzio, his long blond
hair cascading down his shoulders, stood near the bed. “Why you
“Dad and Steve don’t
want to go out to dinner with us before the premier.”
Tadzio stepped out of
his gown, letting it fall to his feet, and then carefully draped it
over a chair. He relaxed beside Alex, still wearing a matching red
bra and panties. “I know why. The paparazzi iz terrible to them. To
Alex stared into
Tadzio’s painted eyes.
Years ago, Tadzio
Andresen had starred with Alex in his vampire series, Being
Screwed, but when that was canceled he left for Sweden,
continuing his work as a runway model.
Recently, Tadzio was
asked to return to the States to once more star with Alex in his new
nighttime cable drama. Since he was alone, and vulnerable, Alex had
asked Tadzio to move in.
And… he had.
Alex smiled at pretty
Tadzio, who was going to a movie premier for the first time. He dug
his fingers into Tadzio’s hair and kissed him.
Adam Lewis, Alex’s
talent agent, finished shaving his face over the sink in the
bathroom. He touched up his hair with a little gel and stared into
his brown eyes in the mirror’s reflection. He thought he looked
tired. As tired as he felt.
He lowered his head and
shut off the light. When he entered the bedroom, he expected to see
his husband getting ready. He wasn’t.
searched their Malibu beach house. He found his
blue-eyed-blond-gym-junkie-lawyer sitting in front of the TV.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
“I don’t think I’m
going.” Jack pointed the remote at the TV and changed channels.
Adam sat beside him on
the sofa and leaned his elbow on the back, staring at Jack’s
handsome profile. “Do you mind if I go?”
Adam caressed Jack’s
jaw affectionately. “Sick of his films?”
“I don’t mind the
movies. I just think the premiers are overkill.”
“They are. I’m
exhausted. All I want to do is have a quiet dinner and relax.”
Jack glanced at him,
smiling warmly. He put his arm around Adam and pulled him closer.
“Relax with me.”
Adam rested his head on
Jack and shut his eyes. He didn’t want to go either. “Do you
think Alex would be devastated if I stayed home?”
“Why don’t you ask
Adam didn’t even want
to move to get his phone. He pressed his lips against Jack’s neck
and found comfort in him. He always had.
Chief Billy Sharpe
waited for the garage door to open while seated in his black
Corvette. He rolled beside Alex’s car in the garage, and picked up
a pile of paperwork that he had left on the passenger’s seat. Once
inside his home, Billy set the files on the kitchen counter and
removed his military style black boots. He left them by the door and
headed to his bedroom, looking into rooms as he went.
He paused at his
bedroom, seeing Alex and Tadzio lying together; Tadzio, in a bra and
panties, Alex wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
bolted off the bed and leapt into Billy’s arms.
Billy kissed and rocked him. “Are you excited about your premier?”
Alex kissed him back
and then slid down to stand on his own two feet. “No.”
Billy removed his heavy
gun belt, setting the keepers, or straps that held it onto his pant’s
belt, on the dresser. “Why not?” He spotted Tadzio reclining
lazily on his bed.
helped Billy remove the two snapped keepers from the back of his
“Are we eating dinner
before? Or waiting for the parties after?” Billy placed the duty
belt on the dresser, and unzipped his uniform shirt. He took his gun
out of the duty holster and transferred it to another one, one he
could snap on his civilian clothing.
He removed his uniform
shirt and stared into Alex’s green eyes.
“I don’t want to
“Don’t go.” Billy
didn’t want to either.
“Adam will kill me.”
Alex sat on the bed and Tadzio held him from behind, resting his chin
on Alex’s shoulder.
“Is it part of your
contract? Do you have to go?” Billy removed his uniform trousers,
draping everything over the back of a chair. He noticed a red dress
lying across the seat.
“Oh!” Alex appeared
to think about it. “It may be.” He stood and left the room.
Billy continued to
undress for the shower. He noticed Tadzio staring at him. “How was
your day, blondie?”
Tadzio frowned and
“Is that your dress?”
Billy inspected the glamorous gown and high shoes.
“It looks very
pretty.” Billy entered the bathroom and filled the sink to shave
before he showered. He took out a new razor and the gel, seeing
Tadzio standing at the doorway watching him. “Do you know why Alex
doesn’t want to go?” Billy coated his jaw in shaving cream.
“He didn’t discuss
it with you?” Billy shut off the tap and swirled his razor in the
warm water. He looked into the mirror to shave, running the blade
over his chin. He felt Tadzio’s arms surrounding him from behind,
and Tadzio’s cheek on his back. “I take it you want to go.”
Tadzio nodded his head
“We’ll go, blondie.
Don’t worry about it. Alex probably has to.” Billy focused on
shaving, finishing up as Alex returned, talking into his cell-phone.
“I know. Okay, Adam.
I didn’t realize it until Billy—”
Billy rinsed his face
and drained the sink basin.
“It’s okay if you
and Jackie don’t go. I understand. No one wants to.”
Billy said, “Tadzio
wants to. And I need to shower.”
“Okay, Adam. Thanks.”
Alex held the phone by his side. “Adam said you’re right, I’m
contracted to go.”
Billy touched Tadzio’s
arms. “Can I shower?”
Billy watched Alex
leave the doorway, looking anxious or upset.
“Let me finish up.”
Billy patted Tadzio’s arms and he released him. He turned the water
on in the shower and took off his briefs. “What do you want for
Billy smiled and
stepped into the tub.
Mark entered the house
through a connecting door between their garage and kitchen. Steve
carried shopping bags behind him. Mark placed the canvas bags on the
counter and read his phone as more text messages from his son
appeared. Mark grew weary of the texting and called him.
watched Steve unload the groceries.
“What is it?” Mark
tried to find a second wind to go to Alex’s film premier.
“No one wants to go,
“Alex, you must go.
Is Billy not interested?”
“No. He’s okay with
it. So is Tadzio.”
“Steven and I will be
there. I assume Adam—”
“Adam and Jackie
Although it surprised
Mark, he didn’t show it. “All right, lovely. Let’s not get into
a lather over it. We’ll go and do the right thing.” Mark met
Steve’s gaze as he folded the bags. Mark shook his head at Steve at
“So, we’re not
eating dinner together?”
“Steven and I just
returned from the market. If you’d like, come here.” Steve held
onto Mark as he spoke on the phone, holding his leather pants at the
“Nah. I’ll have the
limo pick you guys up after they get us. I’ll text you when we’re
on the way.”
disconnected the call and stared at his husband. “I need to change
Steve ran his fingers
up Mark’s sides. “Sex?”
“I don’t think we
“We always have
time.” Steve nibbled Mark’s neck.
Mark read the time on
his phone. “Let’s get on with it then.”
“Get on with it?”
Steve leaned back to question Mark’s attitude. “Did something
happen at the grocery store while I was shopping? You were really
quiet on the ride home.”
tried to sound sweet, but he was dead on his feet. “I’ve just had
a photo shoot, and, I am expected to be by my son’s side at a film
premier. Have pity on me.”
Steve released him,
opening cabinets and setting the table.
Mark didn’t want a
battle at the moment and had no intention of letting Steve know he’d
run into Sharon. He headed up the stairs to the second floor and
removed his outfit, seeing his and Steve’s tuxedos hanging near the
Steve stopped himself
before he threw something. He didn’t know why he was angry, but he
He slapped a handful of
silverware on the table and headed up to the second floor. The shower
was running in their master bathroom. Steve looked at the leather
pants and jacket Mark had left on their bed.
He took off his
clothing and entered the bathroom, watching Mark shampoo his hair.
Steve glanced into the mirror over the sink, seeing his expression of
pent up rage. His blue eyes glimmered from the bright lights over the
The water shut off and
the glass door slid open.
asked, taking a towel.
“What is it, love?”
Mark stepped out of the tub and rubbed the towel over his hair and
back. “Are you going to wash?”
As he stared at Mark;
his bewitching, painted green eyes, long, dark, wet hair, and perfect
ten body, Steve became exited.
Mark paused in what he
was doing, tilting his head curiously.
Steve lunged at Mark,
turning him towards the vanity, and pinning him to the marble
Mark braced himself and
dropped the towel. His former LAPD police officer husband didn’t
like being put off.
Especially when it came
Mark spread his legs
and rested his cheek on his arms on the counter. Steve spit into his
hand and then pushed the head of his cock against Mark’s rim.
With his modeling
shoots came fasting. Mark hadn’t eaten anything but yoghurt and a
little fruit for days. He had finally put both modeling gigs behind
him, and could eat more food if he chose to.
Steve placed Mark into
a submissive position with one hand on the back of Mark’s head.
“Ah!” Mark felt
Steve thrust in. He should know better. But asking Officer Miller
about his feelings rarely yielded a lengthy conversation. Then, a
thought occurred to Mark; Had Steve seen him speaking to Sharon?
Steve hammered into
Mark balled his fists
and battled to get his mind to a less vulnerable spot. “Yes. Yes,
A low growl proceeded
Mark felt him grinding
in for the last few thrusts and then Steve pulled out. Mark was left
gasping as Steve stepped into the tub for his turn to shower. Mark
caught his breath and crouched down, trying to not feel dizzy.
He waited until the
sensation past and then used a washcloth to clean up from their quick
bout. He met his gaze in the mirror and noticed the eyeliner. Mark
used a makeup wipe to rid it, then forced himself to get back on
track and dry his hair.
Steve rinsed off
quickly. He opened the shower door and took a towel from the rack,
drying himself, and stepped out of the tub.
Mark, having taken the
blow-dryer out from under the sink cabinet, had paused, his eyes
Steve draped the towel
over the shower door and reached by Mark to get deodorant from the
medicine chest. Steve applied it and then brushed his hair.
As if slowly coming
back to himself, Mark plugged the dryer into the socket.
They met gazes in the
Mark parted his lips as
if he was going to say something.
“Are you angry with
“Should I be?”
“Then… you didn’t
wondered what he had missed. His suspicions about Mark seeming
preoccupied after he came out of the grocery store were confirmed.
Mark turned on the
“See what?” Steve
asked, leaning closer.
Mark didn’t answer.
Steve tossed his brush
on the sink vanity and returned to the bedroom, dressing in his
casual attire. He headed to the kitchen and resumed getting his meal
ready for most likely, just himself.
Billy shut off the
faucets and rolled the sliding door back. He rubbed a towel over his
head and noticed Alex and Tadzio waiting. “Yes?” Billy chuckled
as he stepped out of the tub.
Tadzio moaned sensually
and ran his hand down his sexy flat stomach.
Billy gave Alex a snap
of his towel. “If you want to have dinner before we go, you’d
Alex stripped off his
clothing and dropped to his knees in front of Billy.
As Alex engulfed
Billy’s cock into his mouth, the pretty blond spread Billy’s ass
cheeks and burrowed in.
Billy adjusted his stance and held the wall for balance. Ever since
Tadzio had moved in, Billy felt as if he were the main course for two
Deep in a tantalizing
swoon, Billy caught his breath to see both young men were pleasing
themselves during the act. He touched Alex’s long, dark hair just
as Tadzio pushed a finger inside Billy’s rim. Billy closed his eyes
and went into a climax. “Fuck!” He felt Tadzio nibbling his butt
cheeks while Alex deep-throated him and massaged his balls.
“Oh, fuck… fuck.”
Billy’s head swam with the intensity of his orgasm.
A second later, warm
spatter coated his legs as Alex and Tadzio jerked off.
Billy caught his breath
and held his chest. “You two are going to kill me.”
Alex moaned and Tadzio
hugged Billy around his thighs, resting his cheek on Billy’s ass.
Alex helped Tadzio
enter the back of the limousine. Over his stunning red-beaded dress,
he wore a white fake-fur, short jacket.
Billy stood beside the
stretch limo, staring down the street towards Alex’s father’s
He acknowledged Alex
and climbed in after Alex took a spot on the bench seat facing
Their driver shut the
door and they drove to Mark and Steve’s home. Alex sent his father
a text that they had arrived. Before the driver climbed out, Billy
exited the car, standing by the car door.
Alex noticed Tadzio’s
nervous anxiety as he fidgeted and ran his gloved-hands over his
dress. He opened his purse and applied lipstick.
Alex leaned down to see
if his father was coming. He was.
“Mark. You look
Alex scooted over as
his father entered the back of the car. “Hi, Dad.”
“Hullo, my pet.”
Mark kissed his cheek and sat next to Tadzio. “Well!”
“Wow.” Steve joined
them, seated on the back bench facing forward.
Billy returned to
Alex’s side and the door was closed for them.
spectacular.” Mark kissed Tadzio’s cheek.
dress.” Steve smiled.
“Iz from one of my
fashion shows in Amsterdam.” Tadzio held his white clutch purse on
Alex rubbed his sweaty
palms on his thighs and took a deep breath.
“Why are you so
Billy answered, “He’s
seeing Diesel VanDen for the first time since they wrapped.”
“That’s not why.”
It was indeed why. Alex had a brief affair with his costar and
regretted it. It wasn’t a secret to anyone but the public.
As the stretch
limousine made its way to the theater, Steve watched Billy, who
appeared to be a happy man. What more did the forty-eight-year old
Chief of Police have to prove? He had achieved the highest rank
possible in the department, married a man twenty-years his junior,
one- who after this premier, had the earning potential of millions of
dollars in a bonus.
Not to mention… the
gorgeous blond siren had moved in; one that gave amazing oral sex and
appeared as smitten with the powerful cop as Alex was. As Mark was.
Billy paused in the
conversation about Diesel and glanced at him.
Steve and Billy had
roughhoused and teased each other for the benefit of amusing Alex and
Mark. Steve didn’t hate kissing Billy, but Mark was much more his
type. Steve had also participated in three-way sex, himself, the
chief, and Mark.
“You all right,
Everyone stared at
As if Steve may have
given off a vibe that he was not all right, Tadzio, being
softhearted and kind, made his way to sit beside him, holding Steve’s
hand in his cotton-gloved-grasp.
“Are you sad?”
“I’m fine.” Steve
smiled at Tadzio, seeing his light blue eyes widen in empathy.
“Yes. Well.” Mark
brushed off his lapels. “It appears the fan club for Alexander is
“Hey!” Alex showed
“I expected Adam at
the very least.” Mark leaned to look out of the front of the car.
“What did you guys
end up doing for dinner?” Steve asked.
“We had snacks.”
Alex rested his head on Billy. “I guess we’ll go to the party
“I prefer not. I had
a modeling shoot, Alexander. I’m not up to it.”
“I’ll go with you.”
Steve noticed Tadzio staring at his profile. “Yes?” Steve asked
“You are a handsome
“Am I?” Steve
glanced at Mark.
squeezed his hand.
held Tadzio’s hand in both of his.
Mark caught a slight
edge of resentment in Steve’s gaze. He kept getting a nagging
feeling that Steve had indeed seen him with his former fiancée. But,
it wasn’t like Steve to shrink from investigating a hunch.
Instead of creating
more tension for his son, Mark’s focus was drawn to the open screen
at the front of the car. He was trying to see when they would arrive.
He wasn’t a fan of these events and dreaded any type of protest
over the film’s gay content. Not to mention the paparazzi.
The driver pulled up to
the theater’s front, where security guards were keeping back the
mobs and red ropes hung creating a catwalk.
Mark ran his hand over
his hair anxiously and waited. The driver opened the back door and
Alex climbed out first, since he was the headlining star.
Steve gestured for
Tadzio to go next, but Tadzio appeared to get cold feet and cowered
All of them immediately
realized it and Billy said, “Why don’t the three of you walk
crouched low in the car to join Tadzio, while Steve exited the back
of the limo. Mark could see him reach out for Tadzio. “It’s okay,
my love.” Mark touched Tadzio for reassurance. “We’re right
Tadzio stared into
Mark’s eyes for a moment, and then clasped Steve’s hand.
Billy grabbed Mark
before he followed. “What’s wrong with Steve?”
“Can we chat later?”
Mark patted Billy’s cheek and stood outside the car. A roar of
noise hit Mark as he was recognized. Steve, acting like a bodyguard,
made sure both he and Tadzio were protected while cameras flashed and
Crowds like this made
Mark anxious. He put his arm around Tadzio and walked with Steve to
Mark looked for his son
and found him being interviewed by a local entertainment show host.
He waited until Billy
joined Alex, and then Mark escorted Tadzio into the theater.
Billy allowed Alex to
answer questions from the reporters. He gave the crowd a scan, since
he was armed and knew with large crowds came trouble. He spotted
Diesel with a woman on his arm, waving to the crowd.
Diesel met his gaze
quickly and soon became occupied with reporters and fans.
Oddly, Billy didn’t
hold any animosity towards him. Why should he? If Alex hadn’t
cheated with Diesel, he never would have been given the green light
to fuck Mark.
Seeing Alex wrapping up
his interview, smiling and waving before he headed inside the
theater, Billy held out his elbow for Alex to hook onto. They walked
through the lobby, and met with Steve and Mark, who stood back as
Tadzio was not only admired for his fabulous gown, he was being
photographed for celebrity magazines.
incredible.” Billy shook his head.
“Wow, look at the
fuss they’re making.” Alex squeezed Billy’s arm.
“I love you, Chief
Sharpe.” Alex kissed his cheek.
“I love you too,
Mark tried not to hover
over Tadzio, but he wanted to deflect anything negative, if, it
Tadzio, poised and
camera-ready, seemed to fall into his runway-mode, his expression,
calm-yet sultry, his posture, perfect.
After hundreds of
photographs were taken, Tadzio was rushed with microphones.
“Is there any truth
to the rumor that you’re living with Alexander Richfield and his
“Are you and Mark
Antonious leaving for Sweden?”
Mark gave Steve an
imploring look and Steve hooked Tadzio’s elbow and led him away
from the annoying blather. Mark escorted Tadzio as well, holding him
on the opposite side as Steve. They entered the screening room
auditorium and many heads turned their way.
held onto him tightly.
“You realize you’re
the most beautiful person in here.” Mark waited as an usher led
them to their reserved seats, which were close to the front. Steve
entered the row first, then Tadzio followed. Mark glanced back,
looking for his son.
He spotted the chief
escorting Alex down the aisle.
Mark met his son’s
gaze and smiled adoringly at him. Alex sat beside him, with Billy on
the aisle. Mark patted Alex’s leg affectionately and focused on the
MC, who was standing in front of the group, about to introduce the
Mark noticed Diesel
escorting a pretty woman to a seat near them. The muscle-bound action
hero didn’t glance their way, and Mark wondered if he had told his
lady-friend about his affair with Alex, or not.
Tadzio shifted in his
seat beside him. Mark glanced at him and realized he was trying to
take off his white, faux fur jacket. Both Mark and Steve assisted
him, and Tadzio laid the furry coat on his lap, his clutch bag on top
Steve put his arm
around Tadzio affectionately.
Mark smiled and paid
attention to the MC who was about to signal the start of the film.
Mark had an hour and a half to go before he could leave. Knowing Alex
had nude scenes, which included full-frontal, Mark tried to keep
calm. Luckily, he had a vial of valiums in his pocket in case things
Around a third of the
way into the film, Alex had his first nude scene. Billy shifted in
his chair, knowing by now he should be used to it. He glanced at
Mark. The only thing Billy had to be annoyed at was Alex’s sex
scenes. Mark, on the other hand, was confronted with his son’s
Since Billy would never
have children, he could only imagine how distasteful that may be.
Previous to finding out
Alex had an affair with Diesel VanDen, Billy liked the actor and his
action films. He also had a feeling Diesel hadn’t been the one to
initiate the extramarital tryst. Alex had a ‘thing’ for big
brawny older men.
There was no doubt in
Billy’s mind Alex went for the kill the minute he could get Diesel
alone. He hadn’t asked Alex anything about it, not wanting details.
But, now, now that he was sitting here witnessing the film’s sex
scenes, he grew curious.
At the moment, Billy
wasn’t in a position to criticize Alex for anything he had done in
the past. Although a current discussion hadn’t been initiated,
Billy felt as if he could make love to Mark whenever he desired it,
and… Tadzio sucked his dick, usually with Alex present.
Billy glanced down the
aisle and noticed Steve had his arm around Tadzio.
He wondered if
something had happened earlier. Steve seemed to be in a lousy mood.
He whispered into Alex’s ear, “Are you enjoying the movie?”
Alex let out a sigh and
then said, “Yes.”
Billy clasped his hand
and held it on his leg.
Steve liked the film so
far. It was a story about two men in the military, one straight, one
gay, who on their return to the States had lost contact. Ironically,
Diesel played the gay man, and Alexander, the straight veteran, who,
after receiving a Dear John letter from his fiancée, turned to booze
for an escape.
The sex scenes were
few, and the story was relevant.
Steve glanced towards
Tadzio, and could see Mark actually watching the film for once. Some
of Alex’s movies had been very sexually charged and Mark struggled
to view them.
Though Steve couldn’t
relate to watching a son perform simulated sexual acts, he thought
about his father having to sit through him having sex with another
man. Even though Mark was gay and open-minded, that was still a lot
to ask a dad.
At the moment, no one
was getting upset, walking out, or covering their eyes. That was in
itself a first.
Seeing the film
complete, with all the edits and musical score, the color corrections
and added scenes, Alex felt proud. He may not be a powerful
individual, but he did feel as if his films made a contribution. This
one, dealing with veterans, homelessness and alcohol abuse opened up
What surprised Alex the
most was his indifference to Diesel. Strangely enough, Alex wondered
why he had been attracted to him when they first met.
He glanced at Tadzio,
seeing him watching the film, his fluffy fake fur jacket on his lap,
his golden hair flowing.
Alex lost himself for a
moment, recalling sexual acts from his past. With a high sex drive,
Alex had experienced many men, but Tadzio was the only one in Alex’s
recollection, to have made him feel like a dominant male.
Since this was the
first time Mark had actually sat through one of his son’s feature
films, Mark was enthralled. Not only was he impressed with Alex’s
performance, he was enamored with Diesel’s portrayal of a gay
veteran. Mark hadn’t been a fan of his action films, but knew Steve
and Billy enjoyed that genre.
He didn’t know how
big the opening weekend would be for this film, but he did know, Alex
stood to earn a lot of money if it took off and became a blockbuster.
He heard a sniffle and
glanced at Tadzio. The pretty blond was watching the movie and had
taken a tissue from his purse, dabbing his eyes. The scene had been
emotional, with Alex’s straight character battling alcoholism and
the temptation of showing his gay buddy physical love.
Mark peered down the
aisle both ways, seeing his son and Steve’s focus on the film. As
discreetly as possible, Mark checked his watch. He was tired and
wished the timing hadn’t been the day of his cologne shoot.
The end had come, the
credits rolled, and the audience applauded.
Mark moved his stiff
legs and stifled a yawn. He said to his son, “It was wonderful.”
Someone was waving for
Alex and Diesel to come forward to take a bow. Alex made his way with
his brawny costar to the MC.
Mark reached out for
Billy and Billy moved over, standing beside Mark as they clapped.
“You feel like
leaned closer to Billy to hear him.
“You said we’d chat
Mark could see Steve
and Tadzio still clapping as the stars, director, and a producer were
soaking in the noise of approval.
Mark couldn’t imagine trying to whisper over the din.
“I don’t want to
attend the parties. I want to go home. I’m dead on my feet.”
Billy shifted his weight from leg to leg.
“Please don’t leave
Alexander on his own.”
Steve, as if trying to
be heard, moved closer to Tadzio to speak to Mark. “Can we go?”
Mark watched the stars
basking in the crowd’s adoration. When Diesel put his arm around
Alex and embraced him, Mark turned to see Billy’s reaction.
Billy witnessed it
without expressing his emotion.
“He’s being kind,
not sexual, Chief.” Mark touched Billy’s hand.
Tadzio asked, “Are we
going home? Or to an affair?”
“What would you like
to do?” Mark caressed his cheek.
“I am dressed for
celebrating.” Tadzio put his furry coat on. Mark helped him,
holding it up. “Thank you.”
“Did Alex tell you
what he wished to do?” Mark brushed Tadzio’s hair so it fell
behind his shoulder.
“I think he enjoys
Mark returned his
attention to the front and was surprised to see Diesel kiss Alex on
the lips, then Diesel waved at the audience as they reacted to the
Mark met Alex’s
worried gaze as Alex seemed to be on edge from Diesel’s public
Alex didn’t want to
kiss Diesel. He also didn’t know why Diesel had kissed him. Alex
reached out to shake hands with a group of fans that had formed
around them. The voices became a cacophony of noise in his ears and
he wanted to join his husband and family.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Alex tried to be gracious. He made his way through the mob, which was
on their feet, chatting loudly, and headed up the aisle.
He felt a squeeze on
his bottom and glanced over his shoulder. The only person that could
have done it, was Diesel VanDen. Alex didn’t acknowledge the act
and made his way back to Billy. He fell against Billy and held onto
Billy rubbed his back
to calm him. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to go home.”
Alex held Billy’s
hand and kept his head bowed low as Billy escorted him out of the
In the crush to leave
the room, Alex felt claustrophobic and gripped tightly to Billy’s
hand. The idea that Diesel would seduce him or show him attention if
he went to a party after the screening haunted him. He wanted to put
that ordeal behind him. He wanted to go home.
Steve witnessed Diesel
VanDen touching Alex on his bottom. He glanced at Mark and Billy to
see if they had noticed it. It appeared they did not. But, the moment
it had occurred Steve read Alex’s discomfort and reaction. Alex
went right into Billy’s arms for security.
As their group tried to
get out of a packed screening room, Steve held Tadzio from behind,
his hands on the white fluff of Tadzio’s jacket at his shoulders.
While attendees filed out of the aisles, Billy and Alex became
separated from them.
Steve looked for Mark
and at the moment he couldn’t find him.
“Yeah?” He kept
Tadzio moving to the exit.
“Are we going to a
“I doubt it.” He
finally got them through the exit doors into the lobby. “Do you see
Steve kept them walking
to the theater exit, taking his phone out of his pocket and turning
“Iz too crowded.”
Tadzio stayed close to Steve in the crush.
Once they were outside,
Steve pulled Tadzio with him to stand by the wall, out of the way. He
called Mark and it went to voicemail. “Great.” He kept looking
around for him, as well as Alex and Billy.
Over the noise of
laughter and shouting, Steve thought he heard Mark calling out to
him. He looked towards the street and Mark was standing beside their
“There he is.” He
held Tadzio’s hand and as he walked with Tadzio to meet up with
Mark, photographers seemed to just notice them.
Cameras and microphones
descended on them from all sides. Steve was stunned as to the reason,
when he soon found out.
“Tadzio! Is this your
“Are you two a
“What’s the age gap
“Sir! Sir! What’s
your name so we can identify you?”
Steve lowered his head
and pulled Tadzio against him to protect him. “Jesus Christ,”
Steve muttered, battling his way through flashes of light and
microphones stuffed into his face.
Mark could see a mob of
paparazzi suddenly engulfing Steve and Tadzio. He crouched down
towards the open back door of the limousine. “Steven is being
accosted by the media.”
Billy grew angry and
stood beside Mark at the door of the car. “Where is he?”
“Surrounded by those
Just as Billy was about
to plow his way into the mass of bodies, Steve emerged, escorting
Tadzio to their car.
Mark was astonished by
the display, not to mention the comments which were bizarre
suggestions that Steve and Tadzio were a ‘thing’. Billy helped
Tadzio into the back of the car and then gestured for Mark to sit
Mark did, seeing his
son sink low in the leather bench seat. He sat beside Alex and put
his arm around him.
Alex rested his head on
his shoulder and closed his eyes.
He heard Steve shout
something to the horde and then Steve and Billy made it into the car
Billy said, “Let’s
go!” to the driver.
The car began to move
slowly and then, once they cleared the crowd and traffic it resumed a