“THAT is one fine hunk of man,” Kit Webster commented, plopping down beside his co-star, Devon Aldridge, on the grass of the Camelot location set. “Too bad he’s as straight as they come.”
“Aye,” Devon agreed, watching Jonathan Braeden, their newly arrived King Arthur, practicing sword moves, the heavy leather of the costume doing nothing to hide the hard planes of his body. “Though ’twould be a pure pleasure to introduce him to what he’s missing.”
“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it,” Kit teased. “You think you could convince him that he’s been playing the wrong side of the field for, what, twenty years now?” Even as he scoffed, he had to admit the idea was tempting. Oh, the things he would do to the American if only he were given permission!
Devon looked at the younger man appraisingly. “Why not?” he drawled, thinking that given the dearth of recent relationships Jonathan had confessed to him as they’d become friends, seducing him to the world of men might not be as difficult as it sounded. “He already likes me,” he added teasingly, waggling his eyebrows. “And I can be very… persuasive.”
“Hey!” Kit protested. “I saw him first. That’s not fair!” Granted, he hadn’t said anything about his attraction to anyone, but the moment he’d first seen Jonathan, he’d fallen in lust with the older man. In the intervening weeks, that lust had been joined by another, purer emotion as he'd discovered everything he could about the object of his fascination. Jonathan wasn't just an actor, although he was a damn fine one. He was also an amateur photographer who would make a lot of professionals jealous, and an incredibly talented pianist and guitarist who wrote his own lyrics and melodies. Just yesterday, Kit had found out he also painted when he had spare time, although he hadn't seen any examples of it yet. Niall Clifton, the director of the BBC miniseries on King Arthur’s court, had chosen well when he chose Jonathan as the once and future king. Despite the issue of his accent, the other actor had stepped into Arthur’s shoes as if born to wear them.
“Well, what do you think would be fair?” Devon retorted. “Wrestle for him? Draw straws?” He realized that any outcome which involved Jonathan and Kit together without him was completely unacceptable. Looking at the tempting young man again, he was struck by a delicious idea. “We could always share him.”
Share him…. Now that was an idea that had not crossed Kit’s mind. He left off staring at Jonathan long enough to look at Devon, trying to decide if his passion for the American could expand to include his fellow Englishman. His eyes wandered over the blond’s long, lean form, another picture of masculine perfection. He was pretty sure Devon and Jonathan were of an age, into their thirties but not pushing forty yet. Every inch of Devon’s body, at least the bits Kit had caught glimpses of as they changed into and out of costume in the trailer they shared, was hard muscle. A blond beard framed a square face, though Kit had seen enough publicity pictures of Devon out of character over the years to suspect the beard was an affectation for Lancelot’s character. Either way, it drew attention to the line of his jaw and his high cheekbones and highlighted full lips that Kit wouldn’t say no to kissing. Yes, he decided, he could develop an interest in Devon too. “So how do we do this?” Kit asked. “He’s never shown the slightest sign of being interested in men.”
Devon hid a smile at the smoldering look Kit gave him, letting his eyes return instead to the King, who had stopped to lean on his sword and push back the shaggy hair from his eyes. Oh, this would be a pleasure indeed, he thought, already imagining removing the sweat-stained garments and running his hands over…. Reining in his thoughts with difficulty, he considered the best way to proceed.
“We’re going for drinks once he’s done. Why don’t you join us?” Devon suggested. He was willing to play it by ear and see where the night would lead.
Kit nodded. “Where are you meeting?” If they were going to seduce Jonathan, he wanted to change clothes, at the very least. He had just the outfit in mind: tight jeans, too small T-shirt. If Jonathan was the least bit interested, it would definitely catch his eye.
“Going to tart yourself up?” Devon grinned. Kit was a bit younger than Devon’s usual taste, but his slender frame and long limbs were certainly no hardship to look at, especially in the skin-tight and skin-baring outfits he favored when out of costume. “Nothing up to your usual standards, just our regular pub in town.”
Kit scowled at Devon, both for the comment and for the boring choice of location. Then he reconsidered. The three of them, snuggled into a booth… there was potential in that situation. “Leave my clothing choices up to me,” Kit suggested. “Shall I meet you there or at the trailer?”
Devon considered for a moment. “The trailer,” he decided. “We can take one car, make it easier for all of us to wind up in the same place at the end of the evening.” He winked at the younger man. “And then we’ll see just how… flexible… our King is.”
“Shit, Devon,” Kit said. “You keep it up with images like that and I’m not going to survive until the end of the evening. I’ll be at the trailer in half an hour. Is that soon enough?”
“If I can convince the man of steel over there to call it a day,” Devon agreed. “He’ll need to shower, but that won’t take him long.” He clapped Kit on the shoulder, then pushed to his feet, and headed over to where Jonathan showed every sign of being ready to continue for another few hours. Devon smiled to himself. He had high hopes of enjoying Jonathan’s stamina in other, more pleasurable activities soon.
Kit stood as well, hurrying in the opposite direction. He would leave it to Devon to get Jonathan to the trailer and ready to go to the pub. He had his own preparations to make.
Movement in his peripheral vision made Jonathan turn in time to see Devon and Kit separating, Devon coming toward him and Kit disappearing to some unknown destination. With a sigh, Jon lowered the sword and waited to see what Devon had to say. As he watched his friend walk closer, he felt an uncomfortable stirring in his lower body. Damn, he realized, it’s been so long, I’m even starting to find Devon attractive. His eyes flicked up to Kit’s retreating back. He wasn’t even going there. Kit was too young for him. Period.
As he walked toward his fellow actor, Devon watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of Jonathan’s face, trickle through the scruffy beard and continue down the tanned throat. A wave of desire rolled through him, mixed with something deeper. He’d felt an instant connection with Jonathan as soon as they met, and until now he’d been convinced it was only friendship. Suddenly he was looking forward to sharing much more.
“Hey, Devon,” Jonathan called in greeting. “Come to remind me of our date tonight?” As soon as the joking words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. He didn’t want to put ideas in Devon’s head. He was perfectly comfortable with them being friends. And the fluttering in his stomach was just something he’d eaten at lunch that hadn’t agreed with him. Yes. Exactly.
“About ready to call it a day, mate?” Devon replied, clasping Jonathan’s shoulder. “You’ve worn me out just watching you! Let’s get ready to head to the pub—I convinced Percival to join us for once. Be good for him to hang with the real men for a change instead of always hanging out with the Orkney brothers.”
Jonathan gulped. Drinks with Devon and Kit. Not a good idea in his current state. Oh well, nothing he could do about it now. “Sounds great,” he said with forced joviality. “I’m ready to relax, that’s for sure. Bert’s sword exercises have about worn me out today.”
“Well, get yourself cleaned up and we’ll see what we can do about helping you relax,” Devon promised, steering them back toward the trailer. The feel of the sweaty body below his arm had already started the heat building in his groin. Waiting in the trailer while Jonathan showered, imagining the cool water flowing over his naked body, was going to make Devon horny as hell.
Jonathan let Devon guide him back to the trailer, though he knew the way, wondering a little at Devon’s sudden closeness. He wondered even more when he realized the effect it was having on him. He was going to have to get himself under control or he’d never survive an evening with both Devon and Kit, particularly if Kit was being his usual touchy-feely self.
“Kit’s going to meet us back here in half an hour,” Devon added, letting his hand drop as they reached the door of the trailer. He stayed close enough to Jonathan that their bodies brushed together as they entered. With an innocent grin, he plopped onto the ragged couch and tried to will his growing arousal under control.
“I guess that means I need to shower,” Jonathan said, relieved to have an excuse for a moment away from Devon’s suddenly looming presence. He was tempted to use the cover of the water to jack off so he’d be rid of his nagging erection, but he wasn’t sure the walls of the trailer were thick enough to block the noise, even with the water running. “I’ll be back out in a few minutes.”
Sharing a trailer with Jonathan meant that Devon had plenty of opportunities to see the other man in various stages of dress and undress. While he’d always appreciated the American’s striking looks, he hadn’t seriously thought about him as a potential lover—until now. Watching until the door to the shower closed behind him, Devon knew he was going to find it hard to think of anything else.
In the shower, Jonathan rested his head against the cool tiles. He had no idea what had come over him today. Yes, he was horny, but that was his normal state. At home, he had an impressionable young boy watching his every move, and here, off set he was a “movie star” and he refused to capitalize on that just to get laid. On set, the scarcity of women was overwhelming, leaving him with few choices there either. Maybe that was why he found himself eyeing his male co-stars more than usual. They were all he saw, day in and day out. This was ridiculous, though. He couldn’t just go and proposition one of them. They needed to work together, for Christ’s sake! He’d never let himself act on an attraction to a co-star. Especially when they were male.
As Devon knew it would, hearing Jonathan moving around in the shower led to a series of mental images that soon had his jeans uncomfortably tight. Closing his eyes for a moment, he stroked his hand over the growing hardness, imagining himself joining Jonathan in the cramped cubicle, their wet bodies sliding against each other…. He drew a deep breath and stood abruptly, pacing about as he brought himself under control. He didn’t want to frighten Jonathan away… and it wouldn’t be fair to Kit to start without him.
Finishing his shower, Jonathan dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist, cursing inwardly at having left his clothes out in the main part of the trailer. Now he had no choice but to walk back out to where Devon was with nothing more than a loose towel to hide his body’s antics. Hoping Devon would be absorbed in something, he took a deep breath and made a beeline for his clothes.
Before he could even grab his boxers, the door to the trailer bounced open loudly and Kit breezed in, looking sinful in the tightest jeans and T-shirt Jonathan had seen him wear to date. “I’m here,” he announced. “Let the fun begin!”
Jonathan gulped, wondering just what kind of fun Kit had in mind.