Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 21:49:24 +1000 From: Dave B Subject: "Shakespeare's Players" SHAKESPEARES PLAYERS - By Dave B This was, perhaps, the most uncomfortable of positions Casey had found himself in, in quite a while. With his female co-star wrapped in his struggling arm, a script in that hand appearing minutely over her shoulder, and their hips practically fused it seemed beyond comparable to some of his other efforts. The half-brained girl read her lines dead-pan, emotionless, his mind was practically screaming "you bloody well love this man! Can you not put a hint of feeling into it?". The director, it seemed, did not conceal his thoughts the same way that Casey did. He had coached her through the scene countless times, to no evident avail. Thus, Casey and his co-star had been standing awkwardly in the same position for at least ten minutes. It could have been deliberate. Perhaps she liked the feeling of his crotch pressed so firmly to hers. He did not. Either way, it was dreadfully uncomfortable. It didn't help that she stood a noticeable nine inches below his peak. Either he was incredibly tall, or she was a runt. His bets were on the latter. How Casey had been roped into this play he had no idea. He had simply been called to go for a main part, and later that afternoon been notified of his casting. Why he even went for the audition was beyond him. He preferred to avoid theatre where possible, especially Shakespeare, he thought it had probably been the niggling of his sub-conscious telling him there might be a cute and/or gay guy in the play as well. Either way, he had had nothing planned for the break, so he might as well fill it. Finally, the director gave up hope with that scene, and moved on to another. Casey thought of offering a one on one practice with his co-star, but then decided against it. He had suffered his part, and she had time to work out how to emit emotion into a play. Instead, he went and sat by Nathan in the empty auditorium, who was sitting out of earshot of all of the other (five) cast. Nathan was the only guy he had bothered to get to know in the play. The partial reason was that the pair were in a number of scenes together, so it was logical for them to become acquainted with one another. The other reason was that Nathan was a damn good looking figure of a guy. His light brown hair hardly differed in colour from Casey's, the only real difference was that Nathan took the effort to spike his. Casey had not bothered, he didn't do hair this early in the morning. Nathan stood a few inches taller than Casey, and had a slightly tanned complexion, which contrasted Casey's milky skin quite noticeably. Neither of the two were fat not thin, they had simply taken the effort to minutely define their pectoral and abdominal muscles. Nathan always seemed to seem good looking, with a scent to match. Casey had just chucked on yesterdays jeans, an unironed shirt and voila, that was today's attire. 'Hey, boy,' Nathan greeted Casey as he sat down. 'Hey,' Casey replied. 'Your scene was... great!' Nathan remarked sarcastically. 'Ha. Yeah, right. She's really starting to irritate me. And every time we re-did the scene, she moved her goddamned hips closer to mine. Little slut.' 'I noticed that. And the look on your face.' 'Pity she didn't.' 'Mmm. We're almost out of time here. And we're not gonna get any more scenes done before we go. With the lack of acting talent these guys have got,' he indicated to the actors on the stage, 'I think our scene is going to have to wait.' 'I know. But we've only got a couple or so weeks until the performance...' 'Yeah,' he paused for a moment. 'Do you wanna come around after tea tonight? Mum's working the night shift, and Dad's in Perth, so it'd be just the two of us. We can do our bits without the hawk watching over us all the time.' He nodded towards their ever-glaring director. 'Sure, sounds good. What time's after tea?' 'About six-thirty? You got a pen?' Casey rummaged through his backpack in search of such a writing instrument, and after a few seconds, his hand emerged with one. Nathan took it, took Casey's hand and wrote his address down on it. Casey liked the feel of that, and decided that he'd like to feel more of Nathan's soft skin, perhaps tonight... 'There's my address,' Nathan interrupted his chain of thought. By this time the director was dismissing his cast. Nathan and Casey picked up their bags simultaneously, and exited the theatre together. When they got to the front door, Casey turned around to walk his separate way. 'See you a bit later tonight, ey?' he said. 'Ok, see you then,' Nathan called after him. By the time Casey got home it was about four thirty. Both his parents were out, to be back later on tonight, according to a Post-It note left on the bench. His tea was a was a Microwave Meal and in the freezer. This suited him, he could go and have a shower and get changed, come out and have tea. He went to grab his towel, and headed down the hall to the bathroom. He turned on the hot water tap to let it heat up, and as it did so he undressed down to nakedness. He stepped into the hot water, letting it rinse over his body, washing away the day's sweat. He lathered soap, imagining that it was Nathan doing so. Rinsing the little white bubbles way, he grasped his semi-erect penis and started to stroke it, soft at first, and then vigorously. 'Yeah, Nathan. Mmm, that's good...' he moaned, before realising his volume and softening it. Even though he was alone, he didn't like to make too much noise. Thoughts of Nathan were never too far from his mind as he finished his business in the shower, dried himself and nakedly ironed his more decent clothes. He had decided to wear boxer shorts tonight, a change from his usual definable-package briefs. He figured that boxer shorts looked more sexy, even if they were a hideous green and hidden by his pants. Hopefully they wouldn't, though. Not all of the time. After he had done everything, eaten his tea, cleaned his teeth, fragranced himself with some borrowed Tommy from his Dad's wardrobe, Casey started to walk to the train station. Even though Nathans house was only a few stations away, he figured it best not to do anything energetic, just in case he eliminated his fragrance. He boarded his train, his gut full of anticipation (and a Microwave Meal), and could hardly wait for the next few stops to pass. It was about twenty-five past six when Casey eventually knocked on Nathan's front door. It was a nice house, in one of the better suburbs of Melbourne. It was only a few seconds before Nathan appeared at the door. He obviously knew who it was, as he opened the door to its full extent to let Casey in. Casey only had a brief minute to peer through the open doors of Nathan's house before he was taken up a set of carpeted stairs to another hall. This house was quite large in comparison to his own, Casey thought. He had lived in the Western suburbs his whole life, and was not used to such living space. Along the hall were random photographs and paintings, each one separated by a door that penetrated the cream-painted wall. Casey didn't like the house much, it was too ... organised. Too neat. He felt out of his messy dirty-clothes-on-the-floor place. These thoughts, however, were quickly dismissed when he was led into Nathan's room. It surprised him to see, after the perfect hallways and rooms, that this room looked like any other seventeen year olds would. It was quite large, and would have seemed empty and cold had it not been for the array of posters that seemed to take the place of paint, or wallpaper. There were, as usual, posters of scantily-clad girls, mostly models advertising underwear and the like. But it did surprise him to see that there were posters of guys up, too. Some were even dressed comparably to the girls promoting lingerie. Casey decided not to question this, he didn't want to make Nathan feel uncomfortable. Plus, he liked the posters. The two of them sat down on Nathan's double bed, and began to converse. 'It's... a nice place that you've got here,' Casey commented. 'Yeah, we're lucky, I spose,' came the reply. 'I can tell you don't wanna talk about my house. And neither do I.' 'You're right. I suppose we should do some lines.' 'You wanna know why there are posters of guys up here too.' 'Well...' Casey didn't actively deny it. He didn't respond affirmatively, either. 'I'm, well, I'm bi. I figured it was okay to tell you, you're half decent.' 'Thanks,' he half mumbled. He wasn't sure how to deal with this, no one had ever openly admitted their sexuality to him before. 'Thanks. Do you wanna start?' 'Might as well.' It wasn't audible unless one was listening intently, but there was a note of disappointment in his voice. Perhaps Casey's response wasn't what he hoped it would be. He walked over to his desk and picked up his script, flicked through a few pages. 'Page thirteen?' he offered. Casey turned to it. 'Yeah,' he replied. He began to recite his lines, pausing occasionally, sometimes to add effect, other times because he couldn't get his mouth around the language of Shakespeare. He didn't know it, not just yet anyway, but Nathan was looking at him longingly, smiling. Casey finished his line, and noticed Nathan looking at him. He blushed slightly. He knew, or thought he knew, what was coming. It was strange, he had been wanting Nathan for a while now, fantasising about him in the shower, in bed, heck, even in school! But now that it was here, he was terrified. All sirens in his head screamed 'No!', but his heart urged his head forward, and his lips to part. It seemed like slow-motion, their heads drawing together, their eyes not willing to part. Nathan reached behind Casey's head and pulled it forward. Soon the two were embraced in a passionate kiss, their tongues deep down one another's throats. Their heads were swaying from side to side as they enjoyed each others mouths, neither of them willing to break off their kiss. Nathan pushed Casey back onto his back, and followed him in the move. Casey kicked off his shoes, Nathan did the same. Nathan was now lying atop Casey, his hands roaming his body. It was Nathan who eventually surfaced for air. He sat up, and removed his shirt, for the first time exposing his chest to Casey. He then manoeuvred himself over his partners torso, and took the liberty of redeeming Casey of his shirt. Nathan began to kiss Casey all over his naked torso. Casey had begun to sweat from all the sexuality that had been directed at him. Nathan didn't mind. His tongue found Casey's nipples, fast becoming erect because of the attention. Casey smiled, Nathan really knew how to work his tongue! Eventually, the focus stopped on Casey's chest, heading down. His tongue wound its way down through his abs, where it paused for a minute so Nathan could undo the button on Casey's jeans. He did, and pulled them down to his ankles, leaving Casey vulnerable in his very sexy boxer shorts. Casey was past becoming hard. That happened when Nathan first began to kiss him, it had maintained its solidity since then. Nathan laughed at the effort. Eventually he pulled the boxer shorts down, too. He took a moment to admire Casey's genitalia. But before long, sight of it was gone. Nathan's mouth had enclosed his penis, and showed no sign of letting go yet. It took no longer than a few minutes for Casey to reach the sign of no turning back. His gentle moans now became more defined, more audible, more pleasurable. It became steady as semen emitted itself from his urethra in short sharp bursts. It was comparable to that of a whale expelling water from it's blow hole. Both Casey and Nathan smiled at one another, Casey's spunk spread from Nathan's chest to his own. Nathan bent over to kiss Casey again, but it was interrupted. The sound of a car pulling up into the driveway could be heard. 'I thought you said...' Casey started. 'I know, I know! She must have come home early! Oh, shit.' 'What the heck am I supposed to do?' 'You have to go. If she finds out you were here she'll kill us both!' 'Just tell her we were doing lines...' 'It won't work. She's very touchy on strangers in the house, believe me. There's a back door, down the end of the hall to your right. Be quiet.' Casey nodded. He pulled up his pants and put on his shirt. 'I'll see you at rehearsal, he said.' 'Okay. And Casey, you're one fine piece of meat.' He laughed. 'I love you.' He kissed him hard and fast, and pushed him towards the door. And with that, Casey left. It was really quite disappointing that it had to end so drastically, but in a way, contented. At least he'd got off, and with Nathan.