"Well I'm sure the bruise you left will be proof of that." I laughed thru the pain.
"Dance with me!" Nick exclaimed as he yanked me up off the couch.
"Okay, but if I have to limp thru it, we all know why." I teased him further.
"I can deal with that." Nick laughed as he pulled me up onto the coffee table after him.
"Well, atleast we know the coffee table is not fragile." Brian stated, making A.J. laugh sharply.
Nick and I chose to ignore their teasing as Nick moved up close to me and began to grind up against me. I slowly brought my hands up to his neck and laced them around his neck, returning his grinding, smiling at him as he put his hands on my waist. Brian and A.J. gave catcalls and hollers as we danced, slowly bumping against each other as Mary J. Blige sang about "no more drama in our lives" in the background. Nick just smiled at me and fiddled with the waistband of my underwear while I let him be a horndog.
"Ya'll are hot!" A.J. shook a hand in front of him while we danced.
"No, you're just easily amused." I quickly replied, never taking my eyes off of Nick's.
"No, I think A.J.'s right." Brian wriggled his eyebrows at me.
"Want to show them how hot we can be?" Nick bit his bottom lip and smiled at me as 'Red Light Special' came on the radio.
"You guys are so bad." I laughed.
"Just like you, baby." He giggled and slowly lowered his hands to my ass.
When Nick finally rested his hands firmly on my ass, he stared at me warily, as if waiting for me to backhand him. I don't know why, but I didn't feel like stopping him. It was rather hot to "play around", so I just let him cop a feel. When he realized I wasn't going to stop him, he grabbed on harder to my ass and pulled me into him roughly. I gasped suddenly, shocked that now the front of my body was pressed completely up against Nick.
"Fuck." Brian let the word out in a long breath.
"No kidding." I looked over just long enough to see A.J. practically drooling.
I had to laugh to myself as I moved my mouth down to Nick's neck and nibbled at it softly. It was probably going over the top, but I had to see what kind of response I'd get out of Brian with it. When I looked down at Brian, he was practically transfixed on us. The look in his eye looked savage and far off. Frankly, it turned me on. The next thing I knew, my hands were pulling Nick's shirt out of his pants so I could run my hands up his back and feel his naked skin. And my mouth was back on his neck, but this time sucking on his Adam's Apple. Nick let out a hiss of breath as I sucked on the front of his neck. His hands had a death grip on my ass. A.J. was definitely intent on watching the show in front of him as well. He was perched on the edge of the couch, his eyes moving up and down our bodies as we writhed in front of them. I smiled to myself as I stuck my tongue out against Nick's throat and licked a trail from his Adam's Apple to his chin, then shoved my tongue in his mouth. Nick kissed me back, sucking on my tongue as it entered his mouth. I slowly pulled away, my lips wet from Nick's spit, and turned to look at Brian and A.J.
"Okay, that was a freebie, but for anything else, ya'll have to pay." I teased and began to pull away from Nick.
"I don't think so." Nick responded for them and pulled me back into a kiss.
I didn't even try to stop him. I went back to rolling my tongue through his mouth, lapping at every crevice that I could. Nick placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me in deeper to him. I could feel Nick against my upper thigh. He was rock hard, and getting harder by the second. I moaned into his mouth, making Nick shove his tongue deeper into my throat. The next thing I knew, I was pulling Nick's shirt up, trying to take it off of him without making us pull our mouths apart. Unfortunately, we had to part for a split second as I ripped the shirt off, up over Nick's head.
As soon as we were clear again, Nick's mouth was back on mine, ramming his tongue into my mouth, sucking at my tongue. I reached down between our two sweaty bodies and finally found what I was looking for. My hand connected with Nick's bulge for the first time, and as Nick let out a animalistic growl, my body tingled. I began to rub Nick thru his jeans as he bit down on my neck. I screamed out, but not in pain. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood. I could feel my cock stiffen as Nick grabbed my ass hard and pulled me up his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and cried out again as Nick bit my neck again, rubbing my ass roughly with both hands.
All of the sudden, I wanted to stop. I remembered Brian was sitting on the couch, watching Nick and I act like sluts. I was about to jump off of Nick when I heard Brian's voice.
"Lift up, baby." He breathed heavily into my ear from behind me.
I realized that Nick had stepped down off of the coffee table, taking me with him. He was standing on the floor, holding me up against him as he nibbled on my neck. Brian was standing behind me, rubbing my back and ass as Nick and I made out. A.J. was behind Nick, sucking on his neck and over Nick's bare shoulders.
"Lift up, baby." Brian repeated, his voice a growl now.
I didn't reply, but slid my ass up. I could feel Brian's hands against my ass and Nick's waist. He was working on Nick's belt buckle. I groaned heavily as I could tell Brian was pushing Nick's pants down to his ankles and felt Nick stepping out of them.
"Okay, baby." Brian stood back up and began lick and sucking on my bare back.
"I want you, Matt." Nick had pulled away from my neck with a growl.
"You want me, what?" I replied, then moved my face forward quickly to bite and suck on his bottom lip.
Nick didn't respond, he just pulled my legs off his waist and moved me until I was standing on my owne, his cock pressed up against mine and Brian's pressed up against my cotton clothed covered ass. Brian grabbed my shoulders as Nick placed a hand on top of my head. They both pushed me down slowly at the same time. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, Nick's huge cock almost against my lips.
"Suck it, baby." I would have expected the words to come from Nick's mouth, but it was Brian who had said it.
"Oh god." I heard A.J. moan and looked up to see him staring down at me longingly.
"Put it in your mouth, Matt. Please." Nick pleaded with me.
"Come on baby, suck it for me." Brian placed a hand on the back of my head and slowly eased me towards Nick's glistening cockhead.
My nose made contact with Nick's mushroom tip and his cock began leaking, covering my nose and lip with precum. All three guys above me moaned out at the same time, as if they were all connected to that one huge cock. I couldn't control myself. I wrapped my fingers around Nick's cock and began licking the head, lapping up all the precum I could.
"Yeah, baby. That's it. Lick that fat cock." Brian growled down at me, his hard cock pointing over my shoulder and rubbing against my right cheek.
"Oh fuck, yeah." Nick moaned, his head tilted back towards the ceiling.
"Take it, baby. Take it all." Brian grabbed the back of my head roughly and shoved my mouth over Nick's thick cock.
I knew Nick's cock was easily ten inches. I had only seen it once before, though. And that was due to less sexual circumstances. I didn't know if I could take it all like Brian wanted, but I was going to try. I let Brian shove on the back of my head as I opened my throat and ran my tongue along the bottom of Nick's cock. Nick couldn't do anything but moan as his cock leaked it's juice into my mouth, so hot it was almost scalding the inside of my mouth.
"Oh fuck, I've wanted this for so fucking long." Nick moaned loudly.
"That's my boy. Take it all. Keep going." Brian talking like this had me more hot than I could ever remember.
Before I could think, my nose was buried in Nick's pubes and his balls were resting against my chin. Nick fell suddenly to his knees with a groan. I followed him down, never letting him leave my mouth. As soon as I felt Brian's hands leave the back of my hand, and Nick take over, I began to bob my head up and down on him, sinking all the way down on each movement.
"Oh shit. Suck me off, Matt." I heard Nick growling above me as two pairs of hands were removing my boxer briefs from somewhere behind me.
"Shit, Brian. Fucking suck it." I heard A.J. behind me moaning.
I didn't have to think to hard to realize what Brian was doing. I was so engrossed in giving Nick head, I didn't bother to look behind me to see which of the guys had began to enter me. I kept on with the job at hand as I could hear both Brian and A.J. making comments about the tightness of my posterior. The next thing I knew, my mouth was suddenly full of hot, sticky fluid. If Nick's moans were any indication, he had just unloaded into my mouth.
"That was awesome." Nick hunched over to kiss the top of my head as I sucked him clean and swallowed every last drop he had given me.
Nick removed his cock from my mouth and scootched over on his knees as A.J. moved up in front of me. I was still being fucked from behind. Since A.J. was in front of me, I finally determined Brian was the one making love to me. I was more than a little relieved. Relieved enough that one I felt Brian reach underneath me and grab my cock, I opened my mouth and swallowed A.J.
(Part Four)
"Ten minutes, Mr. Thompson." The stage hand poked his head in the dressing room.
"Okay, thanks." I tried to smile, then turned back in the seat to look at myself in the mirror.
Last minute flights to New York were always a blast. Barbara had called at three in the morning to tell me to get on the next flight to New York from LAX. A twenty minute ride in the back of a cab completely drunk was such a delight. Shelling out over four hundred dollars for a last minute round trip plane ticket was even more fun. Luckily, the flight is almost four hours, so I had a chance to sleep off most of the liquor. Brian was with me, but he had slept thru the whole flight, too. If he had woken up during the flight, he hadn't bothered me. It was another 30 minute drive to get to the T.V. studio.
Yes, Rosie had called in another favor. It seemed as though another hot young actor had cancelled on her, and she needed a guest in a hurry to take up the last half of the show. Luckily, I had brought a change of clothes for the show, and Rosie had been kind enough to let me use the shower in her dressing room. After the previous nights activities, I thought a shower was in order.
Brian hadn't said much to me since we left the house. I think we had both sobered up enough since then to realize what we had done. I didn't know if I felt guilty, or just slutty. I didn't know if Brian was going to be pissed at me, or if I was pissed at Brian. I didn't know if either one of us should make a big deal about it. Afterall, until the night before, Brian was the first guy I had ever slept with at all. I knew I wasn't a slut. But, I couldn't think of any other reason why I would have performed oral sex on both Nick and A.J. while my boyfriend made love to me.
"Baby, are you okay?" Brian practically whispered from his place in the chair behind me.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just tired, baby." I replied, knowing I was lying somewhat.
"Do you want to talk?"
"About what?" I turned in my seat sideways to smile at him.
"You know." Brian looked down at the floor.
"Yeah, I know. We probably should. It's not something we should let come to a rolling boil before we talk about it, huh?" I replied, blushing almost as much as Brian.
We both just sat there, finally raising our eyes to look at each other. I didn't know which one of us was supposed to talk first. The one that blew the two guys, or the one that blew one guy as he fucked me while I blew another guy.
"I just don't want you to think it pisses me off." Brian finally said something.
"Well, I mean, it doesn't piss me off either. I just feel sort of, I don't know. Ashamed, maybe?" I tried to think of the best way to put it.
"Don't be, baby. If you feel ashamed, then I'll have to feel ashamed for practically begging you to do it." Brian got out of his chair and came to kneel in front of me and grab my hands.
"I just don't want this to change anything. It was a stupid, tacky, sex-thing we did when we were drunk. And we did it with our two best friends. I don't want things to be weird with them." I spoke quickly.
"It won't. I promise. It was just something we did once to try it out, and that's it." Brian nodded his head in agreement.
"Okay." I smiled and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Just so you know, I like it better when it's just you and me."
Brian smiled as I blushed.
"Me too, baby." Brian ran a hand along my cheek.
"And thanks for not letting A.J. fuck me." I couldn't help but giggle.
"Even I have my limits." Brian laughed and kissed me quickly on the lips.
"Good to know." I chucked him in the chin.
"I know, right?"
"Rosie's about to introduce you, Mr. Thompson. They just went into the commercial." The same stage hand poked his head in the door.
"Alright." I replied. "I'll be back in a half hour, boy."
"Okay." Brian got up off his knees and moved over to the couch as I followed the stage hand out the door.
I followed the short, balding man down the long hallway to stage right. He gave me instructions to wait at a certain spot, then when Rosie called my name, make my entrance. After I convinced him I'd been thru the routine three times before, he was satisfied that he could leave me alone and that I could handle the task. Not even ten seconds later, John McD started up the band.
The crowd began to cheer as the band played and the show came in from the commercial. Rosie banged her hands on top of her desk in time to the song the band was playing. The crowd kept cheering after the band stopped. They didn't quiet down until Rosie began to talk.
"Alright, as we said earlier, Elijah Wood dropped out on us." Rosie began.
I was runner-up to Elijah Wood? I couldn't help but feel a little hurt.
"But we have someone better to take his spot." Rosie sounded sarcastic.
Redeemed, thank goodness.
"He's busy making a new film directed by Clinnon Davis and co-starring Juliette Lewis. And it's about damn time, seeing that no one has heard from him in like a year. We're also going to make him discuss the article in Entertainment Weekly." The crowd made "ooooo" noises.
The article in Entertainment Weekly?
"This is his fourth time on the show, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Matt Thompson!" Rosie announced.
I put my cheesiest smile on and took my cue. I came out of the "door" and waved to the audience like a good guest, and made my way towards Rosie. She was standing in front of her desk, arms out for me.
"It's sooooo good to see you." Rosie squealed as I came up and wrapped my arms around her.
"Good to be here." I said back as the audience drowned us out.
"Grab a seat." She motioned and pulled away from me to get back around to her seat at her desk.
It took a few seconds, but the audience finally quieted down, and Rosie was again able to speak and be heard.
"How're you doing Mister Matt?" Rosie asked as she sat down.
"I'm doing good. How're you doing?" I smiled as I pulled one foot up in the chair, bringing my knee to my chest.
"Pretty good. Thanks for coming on such short notice."
"Hey, I love getting three a.m. wake up calls." I teased.
"Oops, sorry about that." Rosie laughed. "So you're making a new movie?"
"Yeah, we started shooting a month ago."
"What's it called?"
"Well, I think they're going to call it Superstar, but it's sorta untitled right now." I replied, hugging my leg to my chest and propping my chin on my knee.
"Juliette Lewis is going to be co-starring with you?"
"Yeah. She signed on shortly before I did. I was very pleased to know I'd finally be working with her."
"She is a pretty talented actress. Anybody else we know gonna be in it?"
"Um, Hal Sparks has a bit part. Which I just love him. Very talented guy. Kathy Bates has a pretty heady role as a Hollywood agent--and she's absolutely hilarious in the part. I've always wanted to work with her. She's so versatile and, well damn good. And Courtney Love has a few lines."
"You have quite an unusual line up there." Rosie stated.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Who else have you wanted to work with?"
"Well, I guess before she passed, Jessica Tandy would have been worth cutting a hand off to work with. I met Sandy Bullock the other day and she's such a cool gal, I'd love to work with her." I rattled off the first two names that came to mind.
"Those are two completely different genres of actresses." Rosie replied.
"True. And you know, I was at the premiere for The Royal Tennebaums the other day, and I wish I had been in that movie." I stated wistfully.
"Was it good? I didn't make it because Parker was sick. I heard it was getting rave reviews."
"It was amazing. I would've killed to have gotten a part in that." I laughed.
"I'll definitely have to check it out then. So, moving on." Rosie gave a maniacal laugh. "Did you pick up your copy of Entertainment Weekly yesterday?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I was utterly confused.
"Don't play coy." Rosie grinned and the audience laughed.
"I'm not kidding, I really have no clue what you're talking about." I laughed nervously. "I'm sort of afraid to ask the way you're smiling."
"You really haven't heard about the article?" Rosie's eyes got ten times bigger.
"Um, no."
"Well, why didn't you tell everyone you were a father?" Rosie blurted out.
"I'm what?!?" I sounded just a little more shocked than I would have wanted.
"Yeah, some mook over at EW snapped pics of you at the zoo with your son." Rosie pulled the copy of EW off her desk and held it up for emphasis.
"I, uh, I don't know what to say to that." I wanted to scream profanities, but could only manage a nervous laugh.
"Well, since when are you a father?" Rosie didn't realize it was a very touchy subject with me.
She also didn't realize that I hadn't planned to make it public knowledge for atleast a hundred years.
"He's so cute." Rosie squealed as she flipped thru the magazine and found the pictures. "Look!"
Rosie held the mag up for the cameras to zoom in on. The picture she was showing was definitely Booker and I holding hands and walking thru the San Diego Zoo. Booker was holding a small cup and taking a sip as we walked together, and in my free hand was a cigarette. My backpack was strapped on tightly. It was definitely a good picture of the two of us, but I didn't want anyone to see it.
"He looks alot like his daddy." Rosie cooed as she finally lowered the magazine. "What's his name?"
"Booker." It was like listening to myself thru someone else's ears.
"Awww, how cute. How old is he?" Rosie asked quickly.
"He's five now."
"You had a kid when you were seventeen?" Rosie screeched loudly.
"Um, I don't really feel comfortable pulling him into my 'celebrity life'." I finally woke up from my daydream and announced the end of that line of questioning.
"Oh, come on. This is huge news!" Rosie had the audience laughing.
"No, really. I'm not really prepared or willing to talk about him." I gave my best smile.
"Okay, okay. I just wish you had told me before. We'll have to make a play-date with him and Parker!"
A Play Date? That was just too parent-y for me.
"Yeah, sometime." I spoke thru locked jaws.
Somehow, Rosie managed to stay off the topic for the rest of the show. And somehow, I managed to not commit suicide in front of a national audience. As soon as the cameras were off, I rushed offstage after a very quick "Goodbye and Thank You" to Rosie. I ran down the hallway back to the dressing room where Brian was waiting.
He had the door open before I got to it. As soon as I was in the room, he closed the door gently behind me. I took several deep breaths before turning around to look at him. The room was spinning and all I could see was red.
I wanted to find out who had taken the picture. I wanted to find out who had confirmed he was my "son". I wanted to find a copy of EW so I could read the whole thing for myself. I wanted to kill Barb for not letting me know about this. I wanted to kill Barb because I knew before EW printed the story, they would have called her office to confirm it.
What had they asked her about the pictures and article that had been written? What had she confirmed or denied? Why hadn't she told me. Was Brian in any of the photos? If he was, would anyone jump to any conclusions? How would this effect my career? How would it effect Brian's? How would it effect Booker?
"Baby, um, are you alright?" Brian asked.
The T.V. in front of the couch was still tuned to the station Rosie was on.
"What the flying fuck?!?" I screeched.
To Be Continued....
Shout out to my peoples: Matt--how'd you like the masturbation material? Was it worth going back and re-reading? Dennis--atleast you won't be curious anymore about "how I'd write it". Jesse (the elusive JM)--write me boy. Long time no talk. What did YOU think of it? You need to read my new one part story! Everyone else, let me know what you think!