a hand on Austin’s knee, gave it a squeeze. The grip was so strong. Once more, Austin couldn’t figure out if he wanted to pull away or just let it lie there. The warmth seeping through his jeans from that hand felt good. He looked up into Guy’s face—his handsome face—looked into brown eyes filled with concern.
“I’m sorry,” Austin said. “Sorry I ran out. But my God, Guy. I can’t believe that script.”
Guy raised a shoulder and let it drop. “What about it?”
“What do you mean ‘what about it’?” Austin asked. “Jeez, Guy. Did you really think I was going to be able to stand in front of a room full of people and talk about people worshipping my caw…. My… c….”
“Cock?” Guy said, providing the word.
Austin looked away. As always, he felt his cheeks heating up over something Guy had said. Guy had a way of making him feel like a little kid one moment, and more of a man than he’d ever felt at others. This was one of those kid times.
“What about it?” Guy asked. “The script. Not your cock. Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing—”
“Lucille,” Uncle Bodie broke in. “Shall we retire to the boudoir?”
The little Pomeranian barked happily and dashed out of the room.
“I am going to read a book, boys. I’ll get up and do the dishes before I go to sleep.”
“Don’t worry about it, Uncle Bodie. I’ll get it.” Austin stood up, Guy’s hand slipping from his leg.
Uncle Bodie hugged them both—whispered a “Good luck” in Austin’s ear—and headed off to his bedroom.
Austin watched him go, trying not to look at Guy, and then went into the kitchen. Guy followed him.
“What about the script, Austin?” he asked again.
At least he isn’t talking about my dick , thought Austin.
Austin went to the sink and started the hot water, then headed back to the dining room to get the dishes. “Did you want something to eat?” he asked.
Guy shook his head. “What about the script,” he said a third time.
Austin froze, then spun around. “What’s wrong with the script? You want me to say that some guy paid me to drink my piii….”
“Can’t you even say the word?” Guy shook his head. “Everyone does it, Austin.”
“Everyone doesn’t drink….” He stopped, strode out of the room with plates and silverware.
“ Water sports, Austin. Golden showers. Some people are into it.”
“Well, I sure as crap aren’t,” Austin cried.
Guy shrugged.
Austin took a step back. “Are you?”
“I would think the only reason you would need to know that would be if you wanted to do it with me” was the reply.
Austin’s eyes went wide. “Well I don’t!” He spun around and practically threw the dishes in the sink, only then worrying about breaking them. It was a relief to remember they were Corelle.
“The point is,” Guy said, “that it doesn’t matter if you or I are into it. It isn’t about you or me. It is about a character. It is about The Kid.”
“A kid who has sex in public restrooms, Guy. Jeez! What made you think I would want to play such a part? When you said controversial, I thought you meant more like your production of Steel Magnolias . When you said the show was called Tearoom Tango , I was picturing people having tea and maybe lots of screaming like in an Edward Albee play.”
“Sorry, Austin. The T stands for toilet in this case and not something old ladies and English people drink.”
Austin shot him a look. “Yeah. I remember what Karl said. How could I forget—”
“I thought about you because you’re an actor,” Guy answered, eyes flashing. “I thought of you because you liked Steel Magnolias and didn’t get all freaked out that half the characters were played by men. That it meant you were open to something different. I thought about you because since you’re an actor, you knew it wasn’t you that you were playing on stage, but a character . Were you playing you or Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors ? Were you playing you
“I’m sorry,” Austin said. “Sorry I ran out. But my God, Guy. I can’t believe that script.”
Guy raised a shoulder and let it drop. “What about it?”
“What do you mean ‘what about it’?” Austin asked. “Jeez, Guy. Did you really think I was going to be able to stand in front of a room full of people and talk about people worshipping my caw…. My… c….”
“Cock?” Guy said, providing the word.
Austin looked away. As always, he felt his cheeks heating up over something Guy had said. Guy had a way of making him feel like a little kid one moment, and more of a man than he’d ever felt at others. This was one of those kid times.
“What about it?” Guy asked. “The script. Not your cock. Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing—”
“Lucille,” Uncle Bodie broke in. “Shall we retire to the boudoir?”
The little Pomeranian barked happily and dashed out of the room.
“I am going to read a book, boys. I’ll get up and do the dishes before I go to sleep.”
“Don’t worry about it, Uncle Bodie. I’ll get it.” Austin stood up, Guy’s hand slipping from his leg.
Uncle Bodie hugged them both—whispered a “Good luck” in Austin’s ear—and headed off to his bedroom.
Austin watched him go, trying not to look at Guy, and then went into the kitchen. Guy followed him.
“What about the script, Austin?” he asked again.
At least he isn’t talking about my dick , thought Austin.
Austin went to the sink and started the hot water, then headed back to the dining room to get the dishes. “Did you want something to eat?” he asked.
Guy shook his head. “What about the script,” he said a third time.
Austin froze, then spun around. “What’s wrong with the script? You want me to say that some guy paid me to drink my piii….”
“Can’t you even say the word?” Guy shook his head. “Everyone does it, Austin.”
“Everyone doesn’t drink….” He stopped, strode out of the room with plates and silverware.
“ Water sports, Austin. Golden showers. Some people are into it.”
“Well, I sure as crap aren’t,” Austin cried.
Guy shrugged.
Austin took a step back. “Are you?”
“I would think the only reason you would need to know that would be if you wanted to do it with me” was the reply.
Austin’s eyes went wide. “Well I don’t!” He spun around and practically threw the dishes in the sink, only then worrying about breaking them. It was a relief to remember they were Corelle.
“The point is,” Guy said, “that it doesn’t matter if you or I are into it. It isn’t about you or me. It is about a character. It is about The Kid.”
“A kid who has sex in public restrooms, Guy. Jeez! What made you think I would want to play such a part? When you said controversial, I thought you meant more like your production of Steel Magnolias . When you said the show was called Tearoom Tango , I was picturing people having tea and maybe lots of screaming like in an Edward Albee play.”
“Sorry, Austin. The T stands for toilet in this case and not something old ladies and English people drink.”
Austin shot him a look. “Yeah. I remember what Karl said. How could I forget—”
“I thought about you because you’re an actor,” Guy answered, eyes flashing. “I thought of you because you liked Steel Magnolias and didn’t get all freaked out that half the characters were played by men. That it meant you were open to something different. I thought about you because since you’re an actor, you knew it wasn’t you that you were playing on stage, but a character . Were you playing you or Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors ? Were you playing you
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