Act Right: Thespians

By P.K. Penny

Drew’s an actor who’s recently taken a break from the show which gave him his big break some years before.

He was involved in a heated storyline which caught the public imagination but proved taxing for him on a personal level.

He’s returning now to complete his character’s arc and is feeling a little ambivalent about it.

He isn’t entirely sure whether it’s the pressure of public acclaim – and expectation–or the prospect of getting down and dirty with his co-star that’s causing him the most concern.

Will he deliver in the way he wants to and send his career into overdrive or will his anxieties get the best of him and lead him to ruin one way or another?

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.A.T Publishing
• Release date: Sep 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781536509250

Book preview

Part of the Thespians Universe

The drive up had been the usual chore – dawn hadn't even been on the horizon when he'd set out and when he'd finally pulled into the hotel car park he'd been frustrated, tired and out of sorts. 

His bloody head was banging too.

At least they'd booked him into a decent hotel: couldn't complain – his own suite, nice sun drenched side of the building with a relaxing view of the extensive grounds.  He'd expected a city centre hotel like always and had been chuffed when he'd realised that he was located practically in the countryside, miles away from anything and anybody...  Okay, he'd have to drive in every day, but no, that was doable, preferable if he were honest. 

He'd been in the process of unpacking, wondering if he'd be able to sleep at all when someone had knocked on the door.  He frowned: reception would have called, so it couldn't be them.

Oh fuck!  It couldn't be a ...fan...could it?  No-one had any idea he'd be up in Yorkshire this early; they all expected him July, late June at the latest, and he'd set out so early...

Hello?

I'm not a Drew Stalker, don't worry.

He couldn't believe it – Steven!  He barely had time to take him in before they were in each other's arms, hugging, laughing. 

Steven smelled fantastic – like always – face cool where it pressed against his, hands, strong and precise, firm against his back, the lower one practically on his arse.  What the hell, man.

Steven's laugh hadn't changed.  Is that a good 'what the hell, man'?

It's a good one.  He looked into Steven's face.  His hair was slightly longer than usual, the blonde lights lovingly embraced by the sunlight, the blue of his eyes absolutely stunning.  How did he always forget that?  For someone who's supposedly the polar opposite of an early riser you aren't doing too bad.

That laugh again and an unconscious squeeze of the hands still at his waist.  I manage.  So... He was examining Drew – from head to foot.  Nice tan, but you need a bit of northern stodge, mate.  They're gonna want to send food parcels to Greg's hovel in Swansea once they cop sight of this skinny frame.  He made free with his hands, both of them so used to being in each other's personal space that it hardly pinged on either of them that this wasn't exactly...normal...for two straight guys.

Drew made a face, but didn't object to the insult – or the hands.  I am exactly the same weight as I've always been.

Steven made a show of mild puzzlement, held him at arm's length.  Hmmm. Are you...taller...then? 

Shut up.  He started moving into his embrace again, then realised what he was doing and let go.  Right then, coffee?

Yep.  He shut the door and moved into the room, nodding in approval.  You lucky sod.

I know.  S'alright, innit? 

I should go away for a couple of years, keep everyone on tenterhooks then maybe I'd score the VIP treatment too.

He snorted.  Like you don't get it every single fucking day, standard!

You what?  Without asking he started helping with the coffee.  You are joking.

Well, from what I read-

"And how many times have