Title: Will It Play In Peoria?
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: Beggars and Choosers
Paring: Rob Malone/Malcolm Laffley
Rating: NC-17
Status: New 6/16/00
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Series/Sequel: Possible
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission,
and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other
disclaimers at beginning of story.
Notes: For anyone not familiar with BaC , it centers around the goings on at
a television network. The show is on HBO, and is pretty good.
Summary: Rob and Malcolm have a few angsty feelings and then boff their brains
out.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under
the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess
it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and
that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults,
homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond
this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
Will It Play In Peoria?
by R.A. Swain
Rob Malone leaned back in his comfortable leather desk chair, propped his tan
silk dress sock clad feet up on the edge of his desk, placed his hands behind
his head and closed his eyes. Through some unknown miracle he managed to survive
another day as President of LGT Network without standing on the roof shouting
"I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore."
A gently rap on his office door brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes.
"Malcolm, hi." He greeted the senior vice-president of casting, Malcolm
Laffley. He liked Malcolm for several reasons, aside from his dark hair, blue
eyes, and well proportioned body, or even the fact Malcolm was so friendly;
he liked Malcolm because he was likable.
"Rob, it's kind of late. Is something wrong?" Malcolm asked. He let
his eyes run over Rob's lanky form, his long legs in his tight tan slacks, his
peach dress shirt, and loosened tan necktie, and those cute tan socks.
"Come on in Malcolm. Pour yourself a drink and sit down."
Malcolm accepted Rob's invitation, always enjoying Rob's company, and always
enjoying a free drink on the company. He toed off his Gucci loafers and placed
his navy blue dress sock clad feet across the chair next to his as he leaned
back across the desk from his boss and friend. "Why are we sitting here,
in your office, after eight o'clock at night, when one of us has a warm body
to go home to?" he asked.
Rob's eyes twinkled. "Unless you've got someone waiting at home, Cecile
has taken a few days to visit her sister, so I'm flying solo."
Malcolm's ears perked up at this news, but in spite of the fact he and Rob were
friends, and in spite of their tennis and racquetball games, after which they
usually spent time in the steam room, and in spite of the fact he and Rob had
been naked together hundreds of times in those situations, he never would risk
their friendship by making a pass at Rob, especially since he knew Rob's wife,
Cecile, and considered her a friend as well. Added to that, Rob was straight,
and that little fact kind of took the fun out of it for him.
"I'd invite you to my place for dinner, but I'm planning on take out."
Rob smiled. "Thanks for the warning." He looked out the window wistfully.
"Malcolm, do you ever think about missed opportunities?"
Malcolm sipped his drink before answering. "Do you mean as in people I
could've slept with but didn't, or are you taking about casting decisions I've
made?"
Rob pondered his choices for a second. "The former. Do you ever regret
not making a pass at someone, or not connecting with them, even thought it was
probably the right thing not to do?"
Malcolm shifted a bit. He wished he had taken off his black leather bomber jacket
before settling into his chair, and now he didn't feel like standing up to do
it, so he shifted and tried to get more comfortable. "There have been a
few people I would've liked to have been with," he replied.
"Anyone I know?" Rob asked.
"Aside from Tom Cruise?" Malcolm joked.
"Come on, everyone in town wants to be with him. I'm talking someone right
there in front of you." Rob was still looking out his window at the twinkling
of the night lights, but he could see Malcolm's refection in the glass. "I
told you how my college room mate came out to me, didn't I?"
Malcolm nodded. "Yes." He wasn't sure where this was going, but he
knew he had no objection if it headed in the direction he now suddenly hoped
it would. Rob had Robert Redford looks, and a very fit body.
"Well, I missed that opportunity," Rob said. He turned to face Malcolm
to gage his reaction.
"Are you telling me you'd like to be with Tom Cruise?" Malcolm asked.
Rob smiled. "He's a kid. I'm telling you I'd like to be with you"
Malcolm's heart skipped a beat. Part of him wanted to jump up and shout 'Yes!',
while another part of him worried about their friendship.
"I'm just talking here," Rob said, wondering if he had already gone
too far to back peddle. "I mean, I'm married."
Malcolm would've done a spit-take if he didn't hate to waste scotch. "So
are most of the gay men in this town. It's not the label that makes you gay,
or the thoughts, or even the desires, it the act."
Rob looked puzzled. "So as long as I never act on my desires, I'm not gay?"
"No. As long as you don't act on your desires, you're just another married
man in tinseltown who harbors latent homosexual desires and goes home to his
wife who he then pretends is Dennis Quaid," Malcolm finished his drink.
Rob sat up. "Malcolm, you're probably the best friend I've got here, and
I don't want to mess up our friendship, but I've been checking you out in the
shower after racquetball, and I've been thinking about you in ways I haven't
thought about men since my college roommate."
"Rob, I'm flattered," Malcolm said.
"But I'm not your type," Rob interjected his own take on Malcolm's
hesitations.
"No! I mean, yes, you are my type," Malcolm said. "You're more
than my type, you're one of the hottest guys I know in this town. You have no
idea how many of the gay men in this town harbor fantasies about you."
"Really? About me?" Rob asked in slight disbelief. "Am I really
the stuff fantasies are made of?"
Malcolm smiled. "Many of mine are, and don't get too cocky here. Gay men
can be fickle. You just happen to be the new kid on the block out here, so,
most of the men are just toying with the ideas."
"How about you?"
"How about me what?" Malcolm asked.
"Are you toying with it, or is it something a little more solid in your
mind?"
Malcolm sat up and leaned forward on Rob's desk. "Right now I'd say it's
very solid."
Rob stood up and went to the door. He closed and locked it, and returned to
his seat before replying. "I'm pretty solid myself at this moment."
"I can see that," Malcolm gestured to the bulge in Rob's tan slacks.
"What's under those?"
"There's one way to find out," Rob said. He stood next to Malcolm
who hadn't yet moved.
Malcolm raised his hand and tentatively reached out, placing his palm against
the solid bulge. He closed his hand over it and massaged Rob's crotch for a
moment. Rob moaned softly. "Is this going to be a two way street, or am
I going to do all the work?" Malcolm asked, continuing to grope Rob's crotch.
Rob looked down into Malcolm's blue eyes. "I'm new to this, but I want
to try everything you're willing to do. I just need you to tell me what to do."
Malcolm smiled, mostly to himself, as the thought that Rob was like many of
the powerful men in the business. They all liked to give orders in the board
room, but loved to take direction in the bedroom. "I've always wanted to
go into directing," Malcolm mused, as he stood up to face Rob eye to eye.
Rob laughed at Malcolm's joke. "I can take direction very well."
Malcolm smiled, and reached for Rob's necktie, loosening it and the tossing
it on Rob's chair. He removed his own leather jacket which was more than overheating
him by this point. He unbuttoned a few more of Rob's dress shirt buttons, and
then, placing his hands at Rob's collar he pulled Rob forward until their faces
were only an inch apart. "First lesson, kissing."
"I'm a good kisser," Rob whispered. He felt the heat of Malcolm's
body, the warmth of his breath against his cheeks, and he suddenly wanted nothing
more than to taste Malcolm's tongue. He watched as Malcolm got closer and then
closed his eyes, feeling their lips pressed together.
Rob reached his hands out and pulled Malcolm into a tight embrace, forcing his
own tongue between his friend's lips. He felt Malcolm's hands on his ass, and
then working to loosen his belt. He broke their kiss.
Malcolm sighed and took a deep breath. "Oh man. I didn't expect this. You
are good." He was opening Rob's slacks and looping his hands in the sky
blue boxers Rob wore, sliding them downward.
Rob grabbed Malcolm's hands and stopped the movement. He reached forward and
tugged Malcolm's sweater from his waist, and then pulled it off the dark haired
man, dropping it to the floor behind him. He ran a well manicured set of fingers
lightly over Malcolm's smooth chest. Stopping to pinch his nipple between his
index finger and thumb.
Malcolm shivered slightly and Rob leaned forward and licked the nipple, while
he pinched the other nipple. His other hand was busy working Malcolm's fly down.
He reached inside and felt the tight black briefs he knew Malcolm wore. He began
massaging the rock hard cock which lay beneath the cotton fabric.
Malcolm reached down and pulled Rob's face up to his again, kissing once again,
while Rob's hand reached into his briefs and freed his cock from it's confines.
He was doing the same to Rob, freeing the hard and slightly curved to the right
cock. As both men were freed from their underwear their cocks rubbed against
one another. Rob smiled and pulled back a bit from Malcolm's kiss. He looked
down between them.
"I've always wondered what you looked liked with an erection."
"Now you know," Malcolm said. He reached down and grasped the two
cocks together and began stroking. "I've always wondered how it would feel
to touch your cock."
"Now you know," Rob said, before pressing his lips against Malcolm's
once again.
The two men broke their kiss and separated, quickly stripping off the remainder
of their clothes. They now stood a few feet apart each drinking in the sight
of the other naked and erect. "Touch yourself," Malcolm said. "I
want to watch you stroke yourself." He was already stroking himself for
Rob's viewing pleasure.
Rob reached down and took his shaft in his hand, slowly stroking upward toward
the tip and back down again. He was enjoying watching Malcolm, but knew what
he wanted. "Malcolm, I want to feel you thrusting between my lips."
"Only between your lips?" Malcolm asked, moving closer to Rob.
"No, but for a start, until I get used to the feeling of how lucky I am
right now." Rob paused, and reached for his keys lying on his desk. He
opened the top draw and produced several condoms. "I think we should play
safe."
Malcolm smiled when he saw the mint flavored dry condoms on top. "You've
been planning this for some time, haven't you?"
Rob blushed. "I've thought about it, but this is the first time I had the
nerve to broach the subject. What gave me away? The condoms?"
"The mint flavored ones."
"I know you like mint," Rob said, and he reached for two mint condoms.
He handed one to Malcolm and peeled one open. "I know what sixty-nining
with a woman is like, but I've got to know what it would be like with you. I
mean, with a man."
Malcolm opened his condom. "You said with me. I'm not just a random choice,
am I?"
Rob shook his head, but said nothing. He held the condom for a long moment.
Malcolm took the condom and put it in his mouth, kneeling before Rob. He moved
to position Rob's cock at his lips. He expertly rolled the condom down the length
of Rob's shaft with his tongue, causing Rob to moan with pleasure. He pulled
back. "My turn," he said leaning back on his elbow.
Rob's eyes opened wide. "You expect me to be able to do that on my first
time?"
Malcolm laughed. "I'll teach you. First get down here on your knees, and
then place the condom between your lips and teeth so it's set to roll forward."
Rob looked at the condom as he knelt between Malcolm's spread legs. He placed
the condom as Malcolm had instructed.
"Now, grasp my cock, and give it a try. Bring your mouth down, and, oh
yeah, you've got it. Oh yes!" Malcolm said. He felt Rob's mouth glide down
his shaft, covering it with the rubber. "Oh yeah, and that's good. Just
a little teeth," he instructed. "Oh yeah, swing around here and give
you your cock!"
Rob moved about, without removing his mouth from the meaty shaft of Malcolm's
hot cock. He knew to control his gag reflex, something he learned from frequent
dental visits, breathing through his nose. The scent of Malcolm's cock, the
mint and slight hint of soap made Rob want more. He stopped when he felt Malcolm's
mouth engulf his cock once again and then felt Malcolm's nose buried in his
own public hair. This was what he wanted for a long time. It wasn't that he
didn't love his wife, it was more that he also realized he loved Malcolm and
wanted to show him how much.
Malcolm concentrated on his oral skills, and was happy to be getting as good
as he gave. He wondered if Rob really never had tried this before, because the
head he was getting was some of the best he ever had. Of course, Rob might just
be a natural, he thought. He hadn't had anything like this since his last lover
and that, he thought, was only because he was in love. The thought startled
him. Was sex only really good if he was in love with his partner, he wondered?
The thought of love frightened him, but not enough to stop sucking. If he was
in love with Rob, and why shouldn't he be, then he would deal with it later,
after he got a shot at that promising hot tight ass. He felt Rob tense up and
knew the pulsing feeling he was sensing was Rob about to cum. The thought of
Rob coming in his mouth, even in a condom, sent his own orgasm into overdrive,
and he began to spurt forth into his own prophylactic.
Rob shuddered and shivered, and thrust forward, as Malcolm did the same, and
then both men fell back on the floor breathing hard. "Oh God!" Rob
said. "That was the best feeling I've ever had."
Malcolm nodded and waved a hand in agreement. "Same here. And if you're
up to it, we can go back to my place and have some dinner, before we go for
round two."
Rob looked down the length of his own naked body and up Malcolm's. "Are
you suggesting..."
"I'm suggesting we get really comfortable in my bed. Just you, me, a few
condoms, and a long night of sex." Malcolm pulled off his condom and tied
off the end. Rob did the same and they looked at each other.
"I can't toss these in my waste basket," Rob said.
Malcolm took Rob's condom from him hand. "I'll stop at the rest room on
the way out."
The two men dressed quickly. "Meet you in the parking lot in five minutes,"
Rob said, checking his fly once more before opening his office door. Malcolm
followed him out into the hallway and Rob stopped. He turned and kissed Malcolm
once again.
From her office doorway, Lori Valpone watched the exchange with shock, and a
bit of jealousy. How dare Malcolm and Rob be getting it on when she was still
trying to sort out her feelings for Nikki Krasnakov. The least her fellow employees
could do was refrain from sex until she knew where her life was going, she thought.
As she stepped back into her dark office the realization of what she had just
witnessed sank it.
"Holy shit! Rob kissed Malcolm!" She smiled at the thought.