THE ASSOCIATION
CHAPTER 22
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AFFIRMATIONS AND RESERVATIONS
My eyes opened to find Nicholas' eyes three inches from mine, just watching me sleep. He had turned around again, and we were embracing one another. The heads of our stiff cocks were touching-and I was glad to see that we had both recovered our erectile function after the previous night of heavy sperm donation. Nicholas smiled that wonderful combination of humor, hope, sadness, and resolution that turned my heart to mashed potatoes. His eyes closed, then, as he kissed me gently on the lips.
"As you were saying," I began, "We have to talk, and soon. So when?"
William rolled over behind Nicholas and flopped his strong, bare arm across Nicholas' shoulder. His nose was at the back of Nicholas' neck.
"Well..." drawled Nicholas, "Maybe not right now. But on the plane, or back in our own room. Real soon."
Patrick stretched at the other side of the bed and abruptly rotated his feet to the floor.
"Hey, Jaybirds, we better hit the shower before the others get in ahead of us."
He prodded William on the shoulder and, with much deep grumbling, William forced himself to roll to the edge of the bed, where Patrick pulled him onto his feet, stiffie waving. Only Patrick among us was not hard, a fact he noticed.
"Damn, how can you guys have hard-ons after last night? I came six times! And my ass! I counted seven of those fuckers who had their way with me, including one that had to be sixty-five at least. And he had the biggest, hardest dick of all, and took longest to shoot! Strangely, he was probably the best fuck of the night....well, anyway, shit, I may not want sex again for, hell, at least a couple more hours."
Laughing, we dragged our corpses off the bed and to the shower, where we washed one another unselfconsciously, as always. As we were drying, James, naked too this time, popped in to invite us to breakfast downstairs.
We were first on the scene, and the rest turned up a few moments later, disheveled and unwashed. This breakfast was worth getting up for, though-a full buffet spread with plenty of fruits and juices, but also eggs Benedict and-horrors!-cured breakfast meats. We piled our plates heavy and gorged.
Nobody even mentioned a morning run. We knew we'd be back in the groove at The Farm soon enough. In fact, James had news for us on that front. Franco had interesting plans for us for that morning. We were to audition for his film, and James assured us there would be parts for all of us, just a question of sorting out which. To William's well-put question, he responded that yes, it would be nice if we could all go down to the studio to audition, but yes, he realized none of us had a stitch to put on, and no that would not be a problem, because the casting team would be coming to us here at the house, and no, they wouldn't bat an eye at our nudity. In fact, it was handy, since the roles we were to play would all require working nude to some degree or other.
Since the auditions would not begin for an hour or so, we hit the pool again and played in the water while we waited, James joining us. Then, two dykey-looking women and one rotund man showed up to run us through our paces. All three were straining to act detached, superior, and professional while screen-testing eight handsome, naked men-and all three were failing sadly. They divided us into pairs and called Nicholas and me as their first duo. We went off into a living room of the house.
We were given short pieces of script and asked to run through a brief interchange, first with the script and then without. I was amazed at the difference in me from pre- Association, a mere couple of months ago. I decided just to let go and enjoy this thing, give it my best shot, and see what happened. I did not feel the least bit inhibited or inclined to hold back, as I certainly would have in the past. I gave Nicholas a wink, and we let fly. We had not been given any blocking to do, but we delivered our lines to one another like we meant them. At one point, Nicholas came up and grasped both of my biceps, and we delivered a heated exchange right in one another's faces. It actually felt good.
The three huddled, and then gave us a second scenario, same drill. While they were setting up the scene, I noticed Nicholas grinning at me; then I realized that Anya, one of the dykes, was resting her hand on my left buttock as she earnestly explained the scene to me. Oh, well. Charlie, the rotund guy, was eyeing her jealously.
After the second reading, we were sent off next door for a set of photographs, just stills. I thought it odd that none of this was on camera, but what did I know. After ten minutes, out we went to the pool area again, while others were called inside.
The whole thing took maybe an hour. Then we went back inside in the same order for results-it was that fast. Clearly, with Franco being up-front about wanting us in his film, the issue was simply how to tuck us in without hurting the picture.
I figured they just wanted our bodies for a soldier skinny-dipping scene or some such nonsense, but it turned out the trio were very upbeat about Nicholas and me. They went on and on about how the camera loved us, we had star quality, this film could be a major break-through for us, et cetera. I supposed they were bull-shitting. But then, Anya announced that, with Franco's approval, which she was sure of getting, and unless one of the principal actors objected, they were going to cast us both as army officers under the character played by "Jack" in the film. We'd be on-screen a lot, would have several pages of lines, and would have a piece of the sub-plot. I was to be having an affair with a nobleman's virgin daughter, get caught in the sack with her (after considerable voyeurism on the camera's part), get condemned to death, and rescued by Jack at the last possible moment, to go into the film's final battle by his side. Nicholas was to fall in love with a slave girl, buy her, and take her with him on our military campaign. His nude scene involved her slowly and lasciviously dressing him in his sexy armor for battle and somehow having sex in the process. It all sounded pretty outlandish, but an exhibitionist's dream, in its way. I wasn't sure our grandmothers would be amused.
On the way out, Kate, the other dyke, grilled us about our university course of study. We should expect to lay out the spring semester, she advised, since that was when we would be filming in Morocco and Romania. We also, she thought, might want to take a more generic set of classes in the fall semester-something that could transfer for us even if we changed majors, or even universities. She implied that it would be likely that we would be changing majors-to something like acting.
A couple of months earlier, I would have found this all a great joke. I would have found some way to self-sabotage. I would in no way have believed that it could be serious, since I had so little confidence in my ability at pretty much anything other than fucking Stephanie. Now, oddly, I had little confidence left in that last, but was open to all possibilities on anything else. I really saw myself as capable of almost anything. Nicholas and I left the team with heads buzzing with exciting possibilities and a whole new realm of things we needed to talk over, and soon.
At that point, I supposed that similar news was being given to the others in their turn, but as they began to emerge from their sessions, somewhat quicker than Nicholas and I had done, we discovered that it was not that simple. None of the others were told what Nicholas and I were told, and none got parts like ours. Patrick and Dennis were to have a few lines and several scenes, which might or might not succumb to the editor's scissors. The others were, as I had originally expected, relegated to bathing in the river or getting naked in the barracks and nearly naked on the battlefield.
We were all pretty excited about our experience, whatever it might be, and we agreed that our little venture into human bondage had been a profitable one for us as well as for the cause of medical research. It assured that we would be together again, at least for the filming, and that we would get a nice little working trip to Africa and/or Eastern Europe. We spent all of lunch talking over the prospects. After that, James called the van driver to get us to the airport for delivery home. As before, we piled in and rode through streets and highways of LA bare naked, without attracting much notice. Being higher than any but the sixteen wheelers reduced our exposure. But the number of big rigs on the roads seemed somehow excessive, and there were plenty of truckers who got their chuckle, drool, or growl of the day, according to their attitude, by glancing down out of their cab window.
The van pulled right into the hangar alongside Franco's jet, as before, and we hopped on board. With Franco not in attendance, and us on our way home, our duties were clearly finished. This time, the steward hardly let the wheels click into the fuselage of the jet before he started taking our drink orders. Through the flight, he spent quite a lot of time moving among us and looking us over to make sure we were comfortable and having our needs met.
Most of us certainly were. Patrick was sucking on William's dick when their first drinks arrived, and William had to hold both until Patrick got his appetizer from William's own fountain.
Our first round of live entertainment was watching Anthony fuck Brendan, always a treat, since those two were so long, lean, and hung, and such a contrast in dark and light shades. Dennis and Peter, inspired, followed suit, with Peter on bottom, and after that, it was pretty much a free-for-all, except that Nicholas and I remained in one another's embrace for the whole trip. We did make love, several times, but during and between penetrations, we also did some talking. We began with the whole acting/motion picture topic. Neither of us had ever dreamed particularly of being film stars. Nicholas had some high school theater experience, but nothing extraordinary. Now, we agreed, it was an interesting prospect. If something came of it, well and good. If not, we had other plans and would not die of heartbreak.
As for Adam's offer of a career in porn, thanks but no thanks. He would understand that you can't have Prague and Hollywood, both. In fact, we realized that this was the reason Franco had refused to bid on either Adam or Colin: people in Hollywood were familiar with their work, admit it or not, and they would have recognized those two. That would have branded Franc's film a gay project, and would have killed it on the spot.
We also talked of what was going on inside us. Something had shifted that enabled each of us a) not to be awed or intimidated by celebrities like Joe and Jack, and power-brokers like Franco and his associates and b) actually to feel competent to mix with those guys. We'd done a lot of growing up that summer.
Nicholas' dick was two-thirds of the way into my ass when I popped the next question. "So what about us?"
He paused in mid-thrust, then gave me four or five long-dick stabs before he answered.
"You told me last night you love me, Douglas, and I know you do. I've known it for a long time now."
His lips were just half an inch from mine, and he thrust his hips into me again for several strokes before he continued. My eyes gazed into his, hopeful, apprehensive, as accepting of his words in my ears as his cock penetrating my ass.
"I've loved you even longer. Since the first night." His cock struck my prostate with a pleasing thud.
"I took it to be sort of hero worship at first. You were so damn handsome and so masculine. Yet nice-I knew we would get along. I thought you were everything I was not but wished I could be. But when we made love that first time, well, then I already knew it was more than that. I loved everything about you, and I still do.
"Well, then, " I began, but Nicholas cut me off, as he almost never does.
"But Douglas, when you saved me in the river that afternoon..." his dick plunged into me rhythmically, "how can I describe that feeling? The man I loved and worshiped risked his life to save mine? Got all beat up for it....Douglas, I am your devoted friend and lover and admirer for life. I would do anything for you. Anything.
"Except the one thing you are going to ask."
"But why?" I was starting to tear up, and it did not even occur to me to ask how he knew what I was going to ask. Of course he knew me through and through, knew my every thought before I had it. "Why not? We can make it work, Nicholas. You don't have to transfer to me, I'll come to you....
He laid his cheek on mine, and it was already wet. I don't think either of us was even aware that he was still fucking me like a machine. His dick head passed pleasingly back and forth inside my rectum as tears seeped from my eyes and I desperately sought to figure out how to fix this scene, make it work as I had hoped.
"Douglas, listen to me. I love you too much, I can't do that to you."
"What the fuck, Nicholas, I--"
"What about your scholarship? Your degree? Fuck, what about Stephanie? I'm no homewrecker, Douglas, you know that. You have things to figure out, and having me there with your dick up my ass, or mine up yours, is not going to help any. I don't have the impression Stephanie is up for a three-way, stud." His spongy cock-head bumped firmly against the recesses of my bowel, punctuating his words.
"Look, just give it some time, that's all I'm saying. I'm yours forever. But I'm not yours for now. Not until you know what you want from life, and from me. Do you want a wife? Do you want a family? Do you want to come out and live gay? Are you even gay? Or do you want both, and if so what kind of balancing act are we talking about? Where am I in that? You see, it's not so simple, and it is going to take some time."
I lay quietly, eyes still brimming, as I took his words in. Shit, I thought I had this figured out. It hadn't seemed so complicated to me-all I knew was I wanted his dick up my ass every day, everything else would have to work around that. But my wonderful, sexy, practical, heartbreaking partner, as usual, was making some sense.
In three long, sharp thrusts, he let loose his sperm into my intestine. I felt the wet warmth of it flood my insides. He kissed my wet cheek.
"Did you hear that part about me loving you?"
I nodded. I had heard it all.