Obsession An Action! Series Book

By GA Hauser

New to the Action! Series? This book is a great place to start your adventure!
All of the Action! Series books can be read as ‘stand-alone’ novels.

A week in the life of the Action! men is always entertaining. While Mark Antonious Richfield is about to be paired up with a masculine hunk for his cologne modeling shoot, Mark is enjoying his new found friend. With the sexual tension at its usual high, Chief of Police Billy Sharpe and Mark’s husband, the former cop, Steve Miller, grow closer, sharing common ground.
Battling for sanity and a good night’s rest, Mark discovers something that may ease his insomnia, as well as give him a hearty appetite. But his decision is weighed heavily by the police officers in his life.

With pressure from all sides, as well as bad news hitting their extended family of lovers and friends, Mark and the gang are busy with the thing we call...life.

Share the trials and tribulations of the men you have grown to know and love...
The Action! Series...where love conquers all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Jul 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370555482

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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Chapter 1

Mark Antonious Richfield stood at a lookout point on California’s coastal highway. Wind whipped his shoulder-length brown hair as he stared at the Pacific Ocean.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pants and ignored it.

Seagulls glided on the invisible breeze, weightless, showing off their soaring skills.

Mark touched the black enamel helmet that rested on his motorcycle’s leather seat. After a deep sigh, he placed it on his head, moved the shield lower to cover his face, and straddled his Ducati.

Once he rolled the bike to face the highway, Mark roared out of the parking area, spitting gravel behind him, and raced down the open road.

~

Steven Jay Miller stood in the kitchen of his and Mark’s home in Bel Air. He wrote a text to Mark, asking him when he was coming home.

Nothing came back.

When Mark sank into depression, Steve worried about him.

Last night was a particularly bad night for Mark. Steve felt him toss and turn, waking up after nightmares, and finally giving up entirely and leaving their bed.

Thankfully last night was a Friday evening and they didn’t have to work today, although, Mark was gearing up for another modeling shoot next weekend.

Steve set his phone down on the counter and opened the door connecting the garage. He already knew Mark was riding his motorcycle. How long he was going to ride was the question.

He shut the door and made a pot of coffee.

~

Chief of Police Billy Sharpe relaxed in his bed. The week had been exhausting and he didn’t want to move.

As he let his mind wander about his work, he heard Alexander and Tadzio in the kitchen going over lines for their cable TV drama.

Alex had finished another feature film shoot, one that had taken place in Oregon. Much to Alex’s chagrin, Billy didn’t fly to Cannon Beach, didn’t spend time with Alex while he filmed. In reality, Billy hated seeing Alex play the gay romantic lead to yet another young Hollywood stud.

It didn’t matter if it was ‘acting’, ‘simulated’, Billy despised witnessing it.

His husband, twenty years his junior, had a reputation for hunting for sex with the rough gods and bikers on Santa Monica Boulevard.

But, at the moment, it seemed as if Tadzio was keeping Alex in check.

Tadzio…

Billy rolled over to his front, crushing the pillow under his head and closing his eyes.

~

Alex poured two cups of coffee, one for himself, one for Tadzio. The two of them were waiting for Billy to get out of bed before they made breakfast.

Alex sipped the strong brew while staring at their new housemate. Tadzio Andresen was his costar in his cable TV drama. They had memorized their next script and took a break.

He set his mug down on the counter and walked behind Tadzio who was standing near the back sliding door, sipping his coffee, staring at their pool and the view of the Getty Museum.

Alex drew Tadzio’s long blond hair back into a ponytail and ran his fingers through its silky length.

Tadzio glanced at him from over his shoulder, smiling.

Since it was growing warmer with the approach of summer, Tadzio was wearing white Capri pants and a pink short-sleeved top. The Swedish runway model’s androgynous beauty drove all of them to distraction. Alex was growing to adore this young man.

Tadzio leaned against him, still staring out at the view.

~

Mark rode the motorcycle onto his driveway and then pointed a remote control at the garage. The heavy double-doors rolled up for him. He shut off the engine and parked the bike beside his TVR Tuscan race car. Mark hoisted the bike up on its kickstand, then dismounted and took off his helmet.

He tapped a button by the door to the house, lowering the garage door, and stepped into the kitchen.

A pot of coffee was on the counter, full, and Steve’s mobile phone was beside it.

Mark removed his leather jacket and boots, and as he went to hang up the jacket, Steve descended the stairs.

How was the ride?

Good. Mark put the jacket on a hanger and shut the closet door. Steve was in a pair of running shorts and white socks. I expected you to already have run.

I was waiting for you. Steve hadn’t shaved and his dark beard growth made him even more desirable.

I had a terrible night, Steven. Mark felt his phone hum again and removed it from his pocket.

But you had enough energy to get on your bike?

Please don’t start on me.

Steve walked by him, obviously annoyed.

Mark scrolled through his missed messages. While he did, catching up on reading them, Steve headed to the front door wearing his running shoes and holding a pair of sunglasses.

Do I need my key?

No. Mark glanced up at him.

Steve opened the door and shut it behind him.

Mark headed to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. He relaxed at the table with his phone and his coffee, and sent texts back to the men who contacted him.

‘I don’t know what our plans are. You and Adam can come here any time.’ Mark assumed Adam and Jack would stop by for dinner, and perhaps sleep over.

‘Alex, Jackie and Adam may be coming for dinner. I don’t know what Steven had planned with you.’ Mark ran his fingers through his hair, sipped the coffee, and kept texting.

‘I am happy to meet the man you have selected to model with me for the next shoot. Thank you, TJ. Just arrange a time that’s convenient to all.’ Mark rubbed his eyes and kept checking text messages.

‘Yes, Arnold, I am aware the cologne company would like to resume my exclusive contract, but I need you to discuss this with Harold Parsons. My boss isn’t happy about losing the car manufacturing advert income.’

Mark set the phone aside and drank the coffee. Weekends weren’t for resting, they were for catching up.

As Mark thought about the miserable night he’d had, he knew…the sleeping tablets were no longer working. He had built up a resistance to them, and needed more and more to shut down. And that, simply had to change.

~

Steve ran his long ten mile route alone. As he did, he thought about work, his relationships, and a future with a man like Mark.

Since the heat of the day began to warm the Southern California sky, Steve slowed down and caught his breath. He wasn’t standing in front of his own door, he was at Billy and Alex’s.

Their home was a few blocks away, and lately, Steve was spending a lot of time with Billy.

What had been an adversarial relationship had changed to a brotherhood. He and the chief had so much in common their personalities overlapped.

Since he was annoyed at Mark, Steve dabbed at the sweat on his face and knocked on Billy’s front door.

Alexander answered, his expression brightening up as he opened it. Steve.

Hey.

Just back from your run? Alex opened the door.

Steve felt the A/C and entered the living room. Yeah. Where’s Billy?

He’s just getting out of bed.

Steve noticed Tadzio staring at him, looking gorgeous as he always did. Hey, blondie.

Steven. Tadzio blushed.

Do you want coffee? Alex gestured to the kitchen.

Water would be good. Steve took off his running shoes and socks at the door.

Alex headed to the kitchen.

Hey, Steve.

He perked up to see Billy entering the room.

You already ran? Billy, wearing gym shorts and white socks, put his hands on his hips. Where’s Mark?

Steve took the bottle of water from Alex. Thanks. He chugged it.

I was going to hit the bag. Billy thumbed towards the back of the house.

While he guzzled the water, Steve nodded.

Billy opened the sliding door and left through it.

Seeing both Tadzio and Alex staring at him, Steve followed the chief out of the house.

As Billy wrapped his hands to punch the bag, Steve finished the water and set the bottle on a table on the patio. The pool looked refreshing. He didn’t hesitate. He dove in.

~

Tadzio watched Steve swim underwater to the opposite end of the pool he’d dove into. He licked his lips in excitement.

Before he left the house to enjoy the two men, Tadzio glanced back at Alex. He was texting on his phone. Tadzio slid back the glass door and stepped into the warm sunshine.

He sat beside the pool and was able to see both men. Tadzio pulled his hair back from his face, then let it flow down one side of his shoulder. His feet were bare and his toenails were painted with a light pink polish.

Hearing the thumping beat of Billy batting the punching bag, Tadzio sighed happily. Was there anything more delicious than police officers?

~

Alex sent his dad a text. ‘Do you know Steve’s here?’

‘No.’

‘He’s in our pool.’ Alex waited but nothing came back from his dad. He held his phone and joined Tadzio, sitting on the patio beside him. I think Dad and Steve had a fight.

About?

Who knows? Knowing Dad it could be anything. Alex watched as Billy’s muscular body gleamed from his sweat, his back flaring from the exertion of his workout.

Steve surfaced in front of them, wiping the water from his face.

Did you and Dad fight?

What makes you say that? Steve rested his arms on the white edge of the immaculate pool.

You’re usually connected at the hip. Or somewhere around there.

Tadzio chuckled.

Steve didn’t take the bait, turning to watch Billy, his back to the other two.

Alex caught Tadzio’s curious stare and shrugged.

~

Steve admired Billy as he pounded the punching bag. For a man in his forties, Billy was in excellent shape. Not only was he big and muscular, he was mean. A life in the military and then the police, William Paul Sharpe had seen and done it all, and if not all, most of it.

Billy had attitude, and Steve would not want to be on the wrong side of him in a fight. Jack Larsen may be a gym junkie, but Sharpe was a badass.

He glanced over his shoulder. Alex and Tadzio were mesmerized as they watched the powerful Chief of Police work out.

Mark would love this.

Steve smiled to himself, thinking of Mark being able to admire Billy in top form.

When Billy paused to wipe his face from sweat, the two behind Steve moaned in sexual agony. Steve chuckled.

~

Billy tasted the salt from his lip and used his forearms to wipe at the sweat. Since the midmorning was heating up quickly, and he’d missed the cool temperatures of dawn, he was wearing out. He took a boxing stance and punched the bag with single shots, making it swing and hit the top of the frame that held it.

He pulled back and nailed it with a right hook, and the bag went flying off the mount.

A chorus of surprise rose up from the two pretty boys.

Billy caught his breath and removed the padded gloves. He picked up the bag and hooked it on the ring once more, then turned towards his admirers.

Steve was smiling brightly at him from the pool.

Billy knew after a workout he was buff and cut. He approached them, dropped his gloves on a chair and toed off his shoes. Once he removed his socks, he stuffed his thumbs into his waistband and lowered his gym shorts and briefs, then dove into the pool.

~

All right…I’m a little infatuated.

Steve wasn’t immune to Billy’s macho-appeal. Since the reins had let up and sex between partners had been allowed, Steve and Billy had kissed and roughhoused. It had been for the entertainment of Mark and Alex, but Steve didn’t hate it.

Did he want a man like Billy Sharpe to pound his ass? No. But the sight of this testosterone bull gave Steve an erection.

Billy did two laps underwater, pushing off the sides of the pool, then he surfaced next to Steve.

Steve and Billy were close in height. Billy had him by an inch, maybe two. A barbed wire tattoo surrounded Billy’s biceps, one with Alex’s name scrolled into it.

Billy rested his arms on the ledge, his chin on his arms, and caught his breath.

So handsome. Tadzio swooned.

In a tease, Steve moved to stand behind Billy, leaning on his back.

Oh, hell yes! Alex touched himself.

Billy peered over his shoulder at him. You wanna fuck me, copper?

Steve did. He removed his gym shorts, slapping the wet material on the patio and pushed his hard dick between Billy’s thighs.

Alex’s eyes went wide and he crawled to the edge and tried to see what they were doing.

They weren’t doing much. Steve moved his cock between Billy’s thighs but there wasn’t any friction, certainly not enough to be able to climax.

~

Billy was amused. Anything that made Alex horny was fine by him. And Alex and Tadzio were both trying to see under the water’s blurry lens to what they were doing.

Billy rested his cheek on his arm and closed his eyes. Steve’s gentle thrusting between his legs was soothing. And no, he wasn’t going to allow Steve to penetrate his ass while in a pool.

What iz he doing? Tadzio was on his hands and knees.

They’re not fucking. Alex had a better look. Right?

Billy chuckled and thought about Mark.

Mark Antonious and his police fetish. He knew if Alex told his father that Steve was simulating sex with him, and Mark had missed it, he’d be jealous.

Many times Mark had whispered his secret fantasies to Billy. As well as to Steve.

Police.

Mark was obsessed with uniforms, particularly SWAT uniforms.

Thinking about Mark lying spread eagle over the back of a police cruiser getting fucked by men in black gave Billy an erection.

He opened his eyes and managed to turn in Steve’s embrace, facing him. Steve appeared a little shy or embarrassed.

Billy reached between Steve’s legs, finding his hard-on.

Immediately Steve met his gaze.

Are you touching each other? Alex asked excitedly.

Alskander! Tadzio inched closer to see.

Ya wanna fuck me, Miller? Billy jerked Steve off under the water.

The color of Steve’s eyes were very close to his own; bright blue. With the water reflecting in them, Billy was tempted to do something with this hot former cop.

Steve grabbed Billy’s jaw and drew him to his mouth.

Tadzio and Alex screamed in a cheer that echoed in the warm air.

Chapter 2

Mark rinsed his coffee mug and dried his hands. His phone chimed with another text. It was maddening.

About to ignore it, he leaned over the phone which was on the counter and read, ‘Steve and Billy are going to fuck!’

Mark blinked and took a moment to think about why his husband and his son’s husband were in a position to make love.

Steve had obviously taken a detour before coming home.

Mark was placed in a position to either, ignore it, hear all about it from his son later, or rush over to witness it.

Bloody hell. He ran his hand over his hair and his breathing heightened.

‘They’re in the pool! Dad! You have to see this!’

Knowing he was going to get a play by play from his son, Mark hovered his finger over the button to shut off his phone, but didn’t.

Two powerful police officers having sex was simply put, one of his ultimate fantasies. Being fucked by many men in uniform was still the realm of his fantasy.

Although he and Steve had role-played many times; Steve wearing his old LAPD uniform, cuffing him up, and dominating him. Jack and Adam had indulged him as well, pushing Mark over the back of his car in the garage and gang-banging Mark.

‘Dad!!’

Mark read his son’s frantic messages and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

~

Billy released his hold on Steve’s dick. The two men smiled wickedly at each other.

Steve backed up and used his arms to swirl the water around him.

That’s it? Alex asked.

Billy dunked under the water and wiped his eyes. That’s what?

I just told Dad you were fucking. Alex had his phone in his hand.

Tadzio plopped back down on the patio. No fucking.

Billy heard Steve laugh. He swam closer to him. Mark would kill us if we did anything without him. Where is he?

He went riding on his bike but he was home when I left for my run. Steve leaned to the side to peek around Billy at the other two. He slept like shit last night.

We have to get him off those pills. Billy scooted to the far side of the pool and rested his arms on the ledge, seeing Alex texting and Tadzio gazing at them longingly.

Steve mirrored Billy’s position, giving them both a view of Alex and Tadzio as well as the back of the house. I don’t know how to get him off of them. I assume he’s addicted.

Fuck. Billy wiped the running water from his face. What are you guys doing this weekend? Is he modeling?

I think he’s modeling next weekend for the cologne company. And, I don’t know what we’re doing. Jack and Adam will probably come by.

Any update on the car company gig? Billy noticed Tadzio trying to read Alex’s communications, leaning on Alex’s back.

Alex finished his text and tackled Tadzio to the patio, lying on top of him and kissing him.

Billy and Steve exchanged glances of amusement.

Steve whispered, Have you fucked that blond doll yet?

No.

Jesus, Sharpe, how can you resist?

I fuck Alex. I don’t have to fuck Tadzio.

When Billy noticed Alex reading his phone while he was kissing Tadzio, he made a noise of disbelief. Then, as if he heard something no one else did, Alex hopped to his feet and ran into the house.

Tadzio, looking dazed, sat up and touched his mouth.

Anyway. Billy tore his gaze away from the two pretty boys, giving his attention to Steve. I haven’t had breakfast yet.

Me neither. Steve hoisted himself out of the water.

Billy admired his fabulous build and tight ass. He climbed out of the pool and approached Steve, who took a towel from a stack and was drying himself while Tadzio drooled.

~

Hi, Dad.

Alexander. Mark stepped into the house, carrying a bag of clean clothing for his husband. Well? Did I miss the show?

They didn’t do it. Alex closed the door behind Mark. Why didn’t you run with Steve? Alex followed his father to the back sliding door.

I went riding on my motorbike. Mark set the bag of clothing down and spotted Steve and Billy naked, rubbing towels over their heads and backs. My. That is a pretty sight. Mark opened the slider and stepped onto the patio.

Tadzio leapt to his feet and raced towards him.

Mark opened his arms and accepted Tadzio’s hug. How are you, my pet? Billy caught his eye.

You missed them in the pool. Tadzio’s cheeks were flushed from his excitement and the warmth of the day.

So Alexander has told me. Mark cupped Tadzio’s cheek tenderly and approached his masculine police officers. He folded his arms. Well. What new mischief are you two up to that my son had to drag me over here?

Billy looped his towel around Mark and pulled him into his arms.

Steve stood behind Mark, sandwiching Mark between them.

Mark caught both his son and Tadzio staring with anticipation. Behave.

Ha! Alex said loudly.

Steve reached around Mark’s hips to his cock, massaging him over his clothing.

Billy dropped the towel and nibbled Mark’s jaw and neck. Fuck, you smell good. He pressed his nose into Mark’s skin and inhaled.

Steve’s fondling excited Mark. He knew his son and Tadzio were witnessing the contact, so he gently moved out of the middle of this macho-man sandwich.

When he glanced down, he noticed Billy had a solid erection.

The rush to Mark’s groin was instant. He attempted to hide it. Well…what are we doing? Mark ran his hand over his hair as he stepped back. It was then he could see Steve’s cock was pointing his way. Mark wasn’t happy about his son and Tadzio seeing it. He pressed his palm over Steve’s cock. I brought you clean clothing.

Steve used Mark’s hand to stroke himself.

Alexander, why don’t you and Tadzio wait inside?

Uh-uh. Alex shook his head.

Take off your clothes, Billy hissed in Mark’s ear, causing his skin to prickle.

Not with the boys here. Mark removed his hand from Steve’s grasp. Alex, nothing is going to happen. Please go inside. Mark picked up a towel and hid Steve’s erect cock. Steven, please.

Nope. Alex stepped closer.

Nope. Steve licked Mark’s jaw.

Since he was struggling to get control of the situation, Mark backed up quickly and lost his balance. He flailed his arms and landed in the pool.

~

Billy covered his mouth to avoid an explosive laugh as Mark surfaced and sputtered.

Nice one, Dad!

Mark glared at his son.

Do you have your wallet and phone? Steve asked, holding the towel in front of his crotch.

No. Mark sat on the ledge and dripped.

Billy brought over a towel and crouched beside Mark, taking Mark’s shirt off over his head and wringing it out.

Don’t do that. It’s silk. Mark took the towel and dried his face.

Billy shook out the shirt and draped it over the back of a chair. As Mark removed his shoes and socks, Billy shook his head at the hilarity. Well, it’s the only way to get you to strip.

Alex! Get me clean clothing. Mark shooed him out. And you help him. Go! He waved them both on.

Steve used the towel to dry Mark’s back and hair.

Enough. Mark held up his hand and appeared exasperated.

Alex and Tadzio entered the house, obviously convinced nothing was going to occur.

Billy hauled Mark to his feet and opened the zipper of his slacks.

Have no doubt the chlorine will ruin my outfit. Mark shimmied out of the wet pants. He wore nothing underneath.

Steve made a whimpering noise and Billy tossed the pants on the same chair as the shirt.

Mark wrapped the towel around his hips and tried to act as if he were in control, but Billy knew he was struggling.

I need a shower. Mark looked down at himself. The two of you are impossible.

You fell. Steve wrung out his shorts and briefs, a towel now tucked around his hips.

How many times must I tell you to not assault me in front of my son and Tadzio?

Assault you? Billy folded his arms.

Do cover up. Mark indicated Billy’s cock.

What the hell for? All of you have seen it, or sucked it.

Oy! Mark swatted him.

I haven’t sucked it. Steve shrugged.

Mark has. Billy snarled and looped his arm around Mark’s hips, pulling him close.

Billy, really. There’s a time and a place. Mark backed away, this time wary of where the pool was. He picked up his wet things, fussing to keep the towel on, and entered the house.

Billy exchanged glances with Steve. That was fucking hot.

I wish I had it on video. Steve chuckled.

He’s showering? Billy perked up.

What about Alex? Steve asked.

Shit. Billy grabbed his workout clothing. Never mind.

Hey, Sharpe. Steve held him back.

Billy tried to see into the kitchen, then gave Steve his attention.

We’ll figure something out.

Alex is through filming. I have no idea if he’s scheduled for more auditions.

Steve patted Billy’s back and they entered the kitchen.

~

Alex dug through his clothing for an outfit for his father. Tadzio was lying on his belly on the bed behind him, kicking his feet lazily back and forth.

He found a pair of faded jeans and a T-shirt, setting it on a chair, when his father entered the room, holding a towel around his hips.

Here ya go, Dad. Alex picked up the clothing.

What bathroom shall I use, Alex?

Use ours. Alex gestured to the master bathroom.

Mark took the clothing and still looking frazzled, entered the bathroom, closing the door.

He iz upset.

Alex sat beside Tadzio. I don’t know why.

His good clothing iz ruined. Tadzio rolled to his side and propped his head in his palm.

He’s a downer. Alex heard talking coming from the hall and sat up. I wish he’d lighten up.

Steve and Billy entered the bedroom. Steve pointed to the door. Mark’s showering?

Yup.

Steve tried the doorknob. Mark? It’s me.

It opened and Steve entered, closing the door behind him.

Billy turned on his heels and headed down the hall.

Alex stretched to see where he was going. Nice butt, Chief!

Thank you!

Why don’t they shower together? Tadzio asked.

I told you. Dad’s weird. He’s afraid I’ll be scarred for life if I see him naked. Alex hopped off the bed and headed to the guest bathroom where Billy was washing up.

~

Steve dropped the towel to the floor and stepped into the tub behind Mark. Mark was shampooing his hair under the spray.

Mark rinsed the shampoo and allowed Steve access to the showerhead.

Steve held Mark’s hips and brushed their cocks together as he moved by him. Are you mad at me?

No. Should I be? What have you done? Mark applied conditioner to his hair and then soaped himself up.

Steve lost himself as Mark washed his dick. He closed his eyes as the shampoo rinsed from his hair. Then, he knelt in front of Mark and washed Mark’s cock and balls, using the soap to stimulate him.

I’m not comfortable doing this here, Steven.

He looked up. Why not?

Respect my wishes.

Steve got to his feet and allowed Mark to finish. You are mad at me.

Mark wrung out his hair and gave Steve a look of exasperation. I’m not mad. I’m exhausted!

Steve held up his hands to deflect the rage and shut off the taps. He rolled back the sliding door, took a bath towel, and stepped onto a mat.

I’m sorry, Steven. I didn’t plan on a plunge fully clothed. Mark rubbed a towel over his hair.

Whatever. He left the bathroom and looked into the bedroom. It was empty. He wrapped the towel around his hips and searched for Billy. He heard giggling in the guest room and had a peek. Clothing was piled on the rug and the bathroom door was open. Steve stood at the doorway.

Billy had obviously showered because Alex was sucking his dick and Tadzio was eating his ass at the same time.

Before Steve could ask to borrow clothing, Billy went into a climax and gasped.

Oh! Fuck! Billy reached for the wall as he came.

Alex jerked off while staring at Billy as Tadzio’s cum coated Billy’s legs.

Once he caught his breath, Billy noticed Steve. Miller?

Alex and Tadzio turned to look.

"I…I was going to