Fool in the Rain- an Action! Series Book 56

By GA Hauser

In episode 56 of the Action! Series, we rejoin the men from LA as they prepare for the Academy Awards celebration. Carl Bronson, one of the men from Mark Antonious Richfield’s inner circle, was nominated for the award of Best Actor for his film role in B is for Bravo, in direct competition with Jeremy Runner, who was nominated for his role in The Hard Way, costarring with Alexander Richfield.
While Carl’s career is exploding and new offers for great scripts come his way after his outstanding performance in the Navy SEAL movie, his husband, Keith O’Leary is struggling.
The jealousy between the two begins to come to a head as the couple fail to maintain peace when their careers proceed in opposite directions.

Meanwhile, the Nation’s Top Male Model, Mark Antonious Richfield, continues to battle his former fiancée and baby-mama, Sharon Tice-Hill for visitation for his newborn son, Jacob Bentley Tice-Hill.

Jack Larsen heads back to Fort Lauderdale to find resolution for his mother’s murder, as his talent agent husband, Adam Lewis, has to relive a terrible time in his life when a reporter interviews him on the experience he had with his former agency partner; Jack Turner. Garth Ross’ tell-all book about the vile Jack Turner is being written; a book about Turner’s notorious couch practices and abuses of young men.

Come back to the boys from LA for more love, hate, jealousy, and triumph, under a thunderous stormy California sky.

(All Action! books can be read as ‘stand-alone’. This series is written like a television show, so dive right in! Or, watch Capital Games, the pilot of the series now on demand and DVD.)

For complete list of blurbs and reading order, visit my website at www.authorgahauser.com

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: May 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463688267

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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FOOL IN THE RAIN

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A.HAUSER

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FOOL IN THE RAIN

Book 56 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2020

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Chapter 1

Carl Bronson was so furious he was shaking. Emerging from a black stretch limousine, an Oscar award clutched in his hand, Carl dug into his tuxedo pants’ pocket for his house key. White light flashed overhead. Carl glanced up at the Los Angeles night sky and noticed thick clouds obscuring the moon.

Seconds later a clap of thunder rumbled and large drops of rain fell in splats on the dry spotlight-lit pathway.

Carl poked the lock several times before he managed to stick the key into the deadbolt. His rage was rising with the coming electrical storm.

Carl? It’s raining. Let’s go.

Carl snarled and looked over his shoulder at his husband, fellow actor, Keith O’Leary. He finally managed to open the lock and threw back the door. He tapped a code into their alarm system and turned lights on as he progressed to his bedroom.

He heard the door close and Keith moving around the Beverly Hills home.

Carl stood in their bedroom and closed his eyes to calm down. Tonight was an amazing evening. A film he had starred in, B is for Bravo, had won ten Academy Awards. Ten! Including Best Picture with an all-star cast.

He had won Best Actor! He did! Over Jeremy Runner!!!

Carl set the award on a shelf with other awards he and Keith had won. This was Carl’s second Academy Award for Best Actor. He had won another Oscar years ago when he starred with Alexander Mark Richfield in a gay film about a closeted man who fell in love with a male prostitute.

Keith had won an Emmy for their cable TV drama Forever Young, but that was nearly ten years ago as well. Yes, his trophies outnumbered Keith’s, but, were they competing? He never felt that way…

Until now.

~

After tugging off his bowtie and opening the stiff tuxedo shirt collar, Keith stood at their wet-bar and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He didn’t want to be jealous. He didn’t! He was happy for Carl!

Keith shot the booze down in one gulp with a wince.

The sting brought tears to his eyes. Thunder rumbled overhead and shook their Beverly Hills home.

As Carl and his mega-costars stood on the stage and celebrated the multitude of awards their film had won, Keith wished it had been him; wished he had been on the stage with Carl and the others to celebrate.

With their nighttime cable drama, Paranormal PD, ready for the chopping block and cancelation, Keith was worried about his acting career. He was thirty-eight years old and dreaded being too old for youth parts and too young for mature parts. He wasn’t Carl. He wasn’t over six feet tall, nor muscular with thick dark hair and green eyes. He was small-framed, blond with blue eyes. But, did that mean he couldn’t audition for a role for a macho man?

He didn’t know who to be angry with; his agent, Adam Lewis, the movie studios, or himself.

Keith set his empty glass in the kitchen sink and made his way to his and Carl’s bedroom. Carl’s tuxedo was hanging on a hanger near their closet, and the water was running in the bathroom sink.

Keith noticed the new trophy and approached it. He read Carl’s name, the date, and the movie title.

The fact that Carl Bronson had won the nomination and award over seasoned vets like Diesel VanDen, Jeremy Runner, and Randy Dawson, amazed him.

He and Carl both began their climb to fame together in that nighttime cable TV show, Forever Young. That show had run for nine seasons, or nearly. When it ended, Carl made the transition right into film, starring in one after the other.

By comparison, Keith’s career was doing poorly. The one film he had made, Lost, was shown at a film festival, and then tanked on its release. Then, he had done a theater play when he was out of work. Sure, it was nice. Yes, he got some accolades but in the end…no award.

In just his briefs, Carl stepped out of the bathroom. He didn’t look at Keith when he said, You’re not sleeping in here tonight. Carl set the throw pillows on a bench near the window, and turned down the spread.

Keith watched him, feeling helpless.

Carl relaxed on the king-sized bed, turned on the TV first, then held his phone and disengaged himself from Keith.

As Carl read through his missed messages, he laughed and smiled, as if many friends were congratulating him.

Keith grabbed his pajamas from a drawer and left the room. He tossed the night-clothing on the spare bed and stared at it, losing his mind.

~

LAPD SWAT officer Joe Scarbino helped clean up the junk food and beer bottles. LAPD homicide detective Lt Jeff Chandler and his husband, robbery detective Mickey Stanton had hung out with him to watch the award ceremony on TV.

Last Thursday Joe had been injured on duty. While calming a rally-turned-riot in downtown Los Angeles, Joe had been hit in the helmet with a brick. He had suffered a concussion and was staying with his celebrity boyfriend, Jeremy Runner, while he recovered.

Mickey and Jeff had been having three-way sex with him since last summer. He loved the married couple, a lot.

Stacking the empty plastic snack bowls, Joe brought the pile to the kitchen. Jeremy employed one older lady that helped him out daily, but she didn’t live at the stately midcentury home.

Joe put the dishes into the dishwasher while the two detectives rinsed and dropped beer bottles into recycling.

Feeling tired and not quite one-hundred percent well yet, Joe ran his hand over his conservatively cut brown hair and yawned.

Mickey drew him into his arms and swayed with him.

Jeff started the dishwasher cycle and paused to catch his breath or thoughts.

Mickey asked Joe, Do you want us to wait for Jeremy?

Sure. Then you can congratulate him. Joe kissed Mickey.

Jeff removed his phone and tapped it. I just sent Carl congratulations on a text. Wow. Carl Bronson won over all of those stars. Holy cow.

Joe wondered if Jeremy was upset he didn’t win both awards, one for Best Supporting Actor, for B is for Bravo, a film he costarred in with Stan Richfield, as well as being nominated for Best Actor Award for The Hard Way. But, Carl had won for Best Actor for B is for Bravo, the film he and Jeremy were both nominated for. Jeremy had been nominated for the same category for his role with Alex Richfield in The Hard Way. So, each actor won one award.

Mickey released Joe and leaned on Jeff’s shoulder as if to read his phone with him.

While they caught up on the good news, Joe wandered to the front door of the large house, wondering if Jeremy was going to come home or go out to a party with his ‘beard’ Ceecee.

He returned to the fun man-cave, with its petroliana signs and visible gas pumps, pinball and classic arcade games, its pristine boxed vintage toys and vibrating double recliner.

Joe picked his phone up and sent his man a text, ‘you going to party?’

‘yup.’

Joe pouted since that meant Jeremy may be out all night. He sighed, and just as he was about to set his phone down, another text came through. It read, ‘go to the front door, ya dork.’

Joe’s mood improved immediately. He ran in his stocking feet to the front door. He swung it open in time to see a black stretch limousine parking.

Yes! Yes! Joe pumped his fist.

~

Jeff and Mickey giggled together as their buddies sent out group texts to congratulate Carl. Seeing their goofy video and text messages made both of them laugh.

They harkened to voices in the front hall.

Mickey whispered to Jeff, We should leave.

Yes. Jeff seemed let down at that idea. He knew Jeff missed fucking Joe as much as he did. But Joe Scarbino was dying for a celebrity husband. Maybe he had found a candidate.

The two of them walked closer to the front door.

Jeremy, still in his tuxedo, an Oscar in his fist, was making out with Joe right inside the front door.

Jeremy parted from the breathless kiss and met their gazes from over Joe’s broad shoulder.

Congrats, Mr Runner, Jeff said, grinning.

Joe, looking dazed from the kisses, backed off from their passionate embrace.

Mickey waited his turn and then gave Jeremy a warm hug. Well, deserved.

Jeff tried not to comment since neither he nor his husband had seen the movie, The Hard Way. It had just had its premiere last Saturday.

Thanks. Jeremy laughed as he gazed at the statue. Do you two have to rush off?

Jeff exchanged glances with Mickey. They shook their heads.

Let me change. I’ll see you in the man-cave.

Joe winked at Jeff and Mickey and trailed Jeremy to the bedroom.

Mickey returned to the man-cave, seeing it was relatively neat after the mess the three of them had made while getting drunk during the awards ceremony, watching it on TV. He was sober now, and figured so was Jeff.

They sat back down on the double recliner and snuggled.

I feel for Stan. Jeff held his phone and continued reading it. He was the headlining star…and not a mention.

Both Carl and Jeremy thanked him in their acceptance speeches. Mickey turned the TV back on.

Still. It’s gotta suck. I mean, Stan did a really great job as the SEAL captain. Seems mean.

Mickey surfed channels with the volume muted.

Alex has never won one either, and he’s been making movies a lot longer than Stan has. Jeff’s attention was still on his phone.

True. Mickey located an entertainment show that was recapping the ceremony. He set the remote control down and he and Jeff watched it to see if they missed anything.

~

Joe reclined on Jeremy’s bed as the hunky star undressed. He hung his tuxedo in the closet and stood in his briefs by the bed, smirking.

Joe chuckled and crawled across the bedspread towards him. I wanna suck the cock of an award winning movie star.

You want to suck Carl Bronson’s cock? Jeremy teased as he thrust his hips out.

Hmmm. Joe pretended to like the idea. It wasn’t a bad idea. He tapped his chin playfully.

Jeremy laughed at him and said, Maybe you can act. You already act better than Randy Dawson.

Knowing Jeremy had a particular distaste of that actor, Joe laughed and drew Jeremy’s perfect pink dick into his mouth.

Do you feel up to it? Jeremy caressed Joe’s hair.

Mmmm… Joe nodded and closed his eyes as he gave his academy award winning boyfriend a congratulatory BJ.

Jeremy held onto Joe’s jaw with both hands and moaned as Joe slurped on his cock. His own dick was hard and pulsating under him. As he tasted Jeremy’s pre-cum, Joe imagined fucking Jeff and Mickey, but…after the hit to the noggin, he wasn’t sure what he could handle.

Jeremy came, holding Joe’s head still as his cock pulsated and dumped its load.

Joe moaned and swallowed then parted from the act and caught his breath. Jeremy dried his dick as it softened and crawled over Joe on the bed. He ran his hand down Joe’s torso to his crotch, palming Joe’s erection. Do you feel up to a climax?

Yes. Joe lay on his back and opened his pants, exposing his hard-on.

Jeremy leaned over his pelvis and took Joe’s cock into his mouth. As this amazing Hollywood celebrity gave him deep head, Joe peeked at the shelf of awards and then at Jeremy’s handsome face. Oh fuck yeah. He came.

Jeremy moaned and he also swallowed, then he licked at the dewy drops at the slit and sat up. How’s that?

Joe pulled on his wet dick and moaned. Wow.

Let’s go be sociable. If you’re up to it. Jeremy hopped off the bed and put on a pair of jeans and a cotton shirt.

I’m okay. He wasn’t but, he didn’t want Jeff and Mickey to leave yet. While Jeremy finished getting dressed and read his phone, Joe tried to feel normal, but he wasn’t normal.

His head was killing him and that ringing came back to his ears. He ignored the discomfort and stood from the bed, tucking his dick into his briefs and waiting for Jeremy.

~

Jeff and Mickey kissed while they jerked each other off. Jeff wasn’t sure what got Mickey hot, but he didn’t care. As they waited for Joe and Jeremy to return, he and his husband got off. While a loud commercial for a vile pharmaceutical company aired on the TV, Mickey came, coating his skin with cum.

Jeff watched the jizz spatter Mickey’s stomach and came right after. They squeezed and pulled on each other’s dicks and then released them and wiped up the spatter with tissues. Just as they fastened their pants, the other two men returned.

Jeremy paused to watch the TV when the entertainment show resumed. Joe sat on the recliner with them and sniffed the air suspiciously. Smells like sex.

Jeremy made a noise of upset.

The three men paid attention.

What? Joe asked him.

Jeremy pointed to the TV.

‘…it doesn’t appear all of the attendees to the ceremony were pleased with the outcome.’

Jeff watched where the TV cameras were aimed, and to his disappointment, they had found Keith O’Leary in the mob of celebrities.

The gossip mongers hissed, ‘…Is there trouble in store for Keith O’Leary and Carl Bronson? The two men didn’t even shake hands after Carl’s acceptance speech.’

Joe turned to look at Jeff, his expression one of concern. Carl and Keith were friends of theirs, connected to them through Mark Antonious Richfield, the Nation’s Top Male Model.

They were a tight group and looked out for each other.

Jeremy folded his arms as he watched the reporting.

‘…It appears as if Keith is out of favor with the movers and shakers of Hollywood, while Carl’s career is exploding…’

Fuck, Mickey said.

‘…we’ve seen this scenario many times in Tinsel Town…maybe a divorce is in their future.’

Shut up! Jeff swore at the TV and threw up his middle finger.

‘…and what about Stan Charles Richfield being snubbed!’

Enough! Jeff grew angry.

Jeremy shut off the TV and tossed the remote control on the side table. Anyone want to play skee-ball? he said, gesturing to a classic alley.

Fuck yeah. Jeff and Mickey were eager.

Joe relaxed on the recliner to watch, since his head was killing him. While the men laughed and played the timeless game, Joe squinted at his phone and sent Stan a text, ‘You upset they overlooked you?’

Joe knew they had also overlooked Alexander Richfield, who was the star of The Hard Way with Jeremy. But, Joe didn’t give a flying fuck about Alex.

~

Before bed, Stan checked on his and Mark’s one-year-old son, Isaac or ‘Zak’ Milton Richfield. He was sleeping peacefully in his crib in the nursery. Stan’s phone chimed in his pocket. He left the room and read a text from Joe. He and Joe had a modeling shoot for Dangereux Cologne last Friday, but Joe had been injured on duty, so Mark had done the ads in his place.

Stan sent Joe a text, ‘no. I’m happy being a dad. Maybe after Zak and our new baby go to school, I’ll consider it.’

Stan and Mark were using a surrogate and close friend, Becca McKenna, to carry their children. Isaac was the product of Mark and Becca. Becca was now pregnant with his child, which would be his and Mark’s second offspring together. Mark already had a thirty-year-old son, Alexander, from an affair he had while he was still in college.

Stan sent a follow up question to Joe, ‘how do you feel?’ He could not imagine being hit in the head with a brick during a riot.

‘like my head is about to blow up.’

Stan winced at that answer. ‘Dude. hang in there. We’re here if you need us.’

‘tx.’

Stan heard Hunter and Blake approaching from the staircase. Both men lived here at the estate in Paradise, California.

Hunter Rasmussen and Blake Hughes were LA firemen. Blake, who had turned fifty, had taken permanent medical leave from the department for his bad back, and was now a fulltime caregiver to Isaac. Hunter transferred to the Butte County Fire Department and entered in as a captain because of his many years of experience with LAFD.

The two men who had been together for a decade finally married last year.

They lived here at the thirteen-bedroom mansion, along with Mark’s first husband, Steven