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blog post #395
Let
me get another little matter out of the way before we start on the Drama Club.
I finished my 7th BJ Vinson mystery a couple of weeks ago—The Cutie-Pie
Murders. Needs one final read-through before submitting to Dreamspinner
Press. Wish me luck.
Now
back to the Drama Club. Jarrod’s punishment for getting lost cost him the
mattress he had in the loft. Of course, that didn’t stop Bobby from coming
around for a second helping. I don’t know about you, but I sense an increasing
awareness of Thad Reid the drama coach on Jarrod’s part. Wonder what happens
this week.
*****
THE DRAMA CLUB
THE COACH
Jarrod was impressed by Mr. Reid’s audition
technique. He not only had the actors read, he had them do some business like,
walking to a table and picking up a book or opening a door that was set up in
the middle of the stage.
On Friday, Jarrod left his loft early, thinking
he’d take in a movie in town. He descended his rope to find Mr. Reid sitting on
the edge of the stage watching him. The man had a sheaf of notes from the
try-outs in his hand.
“You do that quite well,” the coach said,
nodding at the rope.
“Been doing it for three years.”
“It’s helped develop your body,” the man noted
approvingly.
Jarrod blushed. The word “body” held a sexual
connotation for him.
“Making the final casting selections,” the
coach went on. “Have you seen the set designs?” Jarrod nodded. “Can I have a
tentative lighting schematic next week?” Jarrod nodded again. “Good.” Coach
Reid placed a hand at his back and stretched. “It’s been a trying week. If you
still had that mattress, I’d be tempted to sleep here tonight. Probably too tired
to climb your rope though.”
“There’s a ladder. And an elevator, too, if
you’re that feeble.” Jarrod couldn’t believe he was joking with the man.
Thad Reid looked at him sharply. “What’s your
fastest time up the rope?”
“Dunno. Never timed myself.”
“You go up, and I’ll time you”
When Jarrod stepped onto the loft, he looked
down, Reid looked up from his wristwatch.
Twenty seconds. All right you time me. Now!”
“Twenty-two.” Jarrod crowed as the man came
over the edge.
“Two seconds? You got me by two seconds? Don’t
believe it. Your watch has to be wrong!” He insisted on comparing second hands,
and Jarrod was keenly aware that they stood with their forearms touching. “Aha!
You hit the half-minute mark a second behind mine.
“Okay,” Jarrod conceded, “I only beat you by one
second.”
“Mattress still missing, I see,” the coach said
looking around.
“Some hard-ass made me lose it,” Jarrod tried
to keep the mood light.
“I’ll have to sleep at home because of some
hard-ass, I guess,” Thad Reid smiled at Jarrod, almost melting him where he
stood.
“It’s in the back. I can get it in five seconds
flat.”
“Just kidding, Jarrod.”
“No, really!” he protested, moving swiftly down
the catwalk. He halfway expected the coach to be gone when he came dragging the
thing back with him. Reid wasn’t. He was standing in the middle of the loft,
hands on hips, watching quietly. “Here. See, here it is,” Jarrod stammered, dropping
it into place on the floor.
“Do you really spend some nights here?” the man
asked.
“Sometimes.”
“Were you going to stay tonight?”
“Yes. Going to get something to eat, then
coming back.” Jarrod looked around the place and felt compelled to explain. “Sometimes
it feels more like home than the dorm.”
Reid smiled. “That’s a bad sign. It means you
have the theater in your blood. And to a special few, that’s more home than
home.”
Jarrod swallowed hard. “But you can have it
tonight. Or…” He shrugged.
“Sheets? Blankets?” the coach asked. Jarrod
scampered to get them and spread the mattress. Jarrod gawked when the man shucked
his shirt and trousers. The white jockeys glowed against his dark skin in the
semi-darkness.
“D-do you want me to leave?” Jarrod asked
around a thick tongue.
“Only if you want to. But tell me I’m not
making a mistake, Jarrod.”
“No…no, no mistake. I wouldn’t do anything
to…well, hurt you, Mr….uh.”
“Thad. In
private, it’s Thad.
Jarrod shivered in the throes of a delightful
tingle. “Why me, Thad?”
“Because you’re the sexiest young man I’ve seen
this side of the Mississippi. You’re real, not phony. Your good looks aren’t
pretty-boy handsome. Because you’ve got a body that probably needs to be naked
to be fully appreciated. And because despite the mattress and what I saw
happening on it the other day, I don’t believe you’re promiscuous.”
Jarrod swallowed hard. Nobody had ever
described him like that before.
“Now either undress and come to bed or go
home,” Thad said, sliding the shorts over his thighs.
Galvanized into action, Jarrod ripped off his
clothes with his eyes glued to the coach.
“Turn around,” Thad said when Jarrod stood
naked. “Nice,” he breathed. “Very nice. I don’t know what your experience has
been, Jarrod, but we’re going to pretend this is the first time. Come here.”
As if in a dream, Jarrod walked to him. The
man’s strong arms went around him, drawing him close. Firm muscles. Silken
flesh. the hair on Thad’s chest. They all left him woozy. When Thad kissed him,
long, sable lashes brushed Jarrod’s cheek, sending an electric charge straight
to his groin. Before it was over, Jarrod’s knees threatened to give way. When Thad
knelt before him, they almost did. Nobody had done such a thing for him since
Kahn some two years back. He almost lost it like a kid on his first time. He
couldn’t help himself. He came! When the orgasm hit, Jarrod collapsed on the
mattress.
“How was that?” Thad asked, lying beside him.
“Wo…wonderful!” Jarrod responded, fighting for
breath.
“You’re a handsome, sexy man, Jarrod. I’ve
wondered what that would be like since I first saw you. When I saw you and the
Lyles kid, I knew I had to have you. I made up my mind then. Has Bobby been
back?”
“Once. But I won’t anymore.”
“It’s okay, Jarrod,” Thad said, turning to him.
“We’ll have to work out things as we go. Right now….”
“It’s my turn. Jarrod pushed the man flat on
the mattress and played in the light mat of hair, devoting time to the brown
nipples until Thad laughingly complained his chest was sore. Then Jarrod moved
on down the long torso to his lover’s core. Before long, the drama coach spasmed.
They leaned back on the mattress and sighed in
unison. “That was great, Jarrod. You’re good.”
“So’re you. What… what do we do now?”
Thad looked at him. His teeth glowed in the
semidarkness as he smiled. “Oh, we’re not finished yet. Not by a long shot.”
Jarrod’s sphincter twitched at the words. A
wave of emotion wracked him as he imagined all that Thad’s words implied.
*****
So finally, Jarrod gets
his macho drama coach. Or was it the other way round? Thad Reid got Jarrod
Gray? Depends upon your viewpoint, right?
Until next week.
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