Hi all! This is the next chapter, hope u enjoy it! And as usal: These characters are not mine, do not belong to me, and I hope that everyone understands that. Thanky!
*in the back room again, with Brad, Rocky, Frank, Magenta and Riff*
Brad had just gotten through changing and was on his way to the wash-room. As he reached for the door knob, the door was flung open, almost whacking him in the face! Frank stormed out with a reluctant Rocky in his clutches. "Sorry Brad darling, but, well, it's a jungle in there! Those beasts in there are man-hunters! Agh! So unappreciative of my talent in the performing arts!" Frank seethed. "Well, I hope things work out, Frank, but I've got to get my make up off, its beginning to run into my eyes, with my hair dripping and all," Brad was on his way again, but was stopped again by Frank, who blocked his entry into the wash-room.
"Now really, I don't think you look too awfully horrid, maybe you could stay just a little longer Brad?" He put his arms around Brad's waist and pulled the him closer, until their chests were touching. "Janet and Columbia aren't any fun anyway!" he said, gazing into Brad's eyes. Then, realizing that he was being watched by RiffRaff and Magenta he turned and reprimanded them. "Magenta! RiffRaff! Go and um, put these dirty clothes in the laundry and clean them. Yes, and while you're at it, um, er, go and make a place for everyone to sleep tonight. We'll settle the living arrangements tomorrow," then, turning to look Brad in the eye, "You and Janet are staying for awhile, aren't you? I'm sure you'll be, erm, content here." He gave Brad a sly glance. He brought his head in towards Brad's until there foreheads were up against each other's and kissed his lips. Once, quickly, and then twice, a little longer. Then he pulled away from him, letting his fingertips linger a little on the small of Brad's back. Brad felt the tingles go down his spine, as they had many times already this fateful night and turned into the wash-room, as he had intended to do once before.
Frank turned to Rocky, who had, by this time, already fallen asleep in the floor. "Doll, get up please," Frank said, gently nudging Rocky with the toe of his rhinestone-studded shoe. Rocky stirred, but didn't move. Frank kneeled down and stroked Rocky's face, "Come on now, Rocky, let's go, hup to!" Rocky sleepily stood up and took Frank's hand as he led him into his sleeping chamber. "I'll be in later tonight, to erm, hehe, tuck you in." Frank said, in amusement. Rocky smiled and patted the comforter beside him. Frank sat down and took Rocky's hand in his own. "Good night, Rocky, sweet dreams, Love" he whispered and leaned over to give him a good night kiss. Rocky smiled happily and sighed, eyes fluttering, already in a state of sleep. Frank quietly left the room and shut the door behind him. The turn of a key was heard and Frank made his way back to the back offstage room.
Janet had finished drying her hair and removing her stage make-up and was moisturizing her face. Sitting on the counter next to her was Columbia, painting her toenails bright red. She had on her usual Mickey Mouse ears and was humming some made-up tune to herself. Just then, Brad's head popped in the door. "I'm exhuasted, so Frankie's gonna show me my room" he said. He gave Janet a quick peck on the cheek and kissed the top of Columbia's head, seeing that she had her hands full with her nail polish. "G'night girls," he said and walked out. "Since when did Brad start called Frank 'Frankie'?" Janet said. "Ah, girl, just forget him. You're too good for him anyway. There's plenty of fish in the sea!" Columbia answered. "I guess you're right, Bia. He's a loser. But, I can't help myself," Janet sighed. "Well, I know that feeling all too well. That's how I felt with Frankie. He loved me once. And I loved him, I still do too. I probably always will. But, we still have fun sometimes," Columbia said, giggling like a love-struck teenager. "You are so naughty, Columbia!" Janet laughed. They both cracked up, which caused Columbia to spill her nail polish all over the floor. "Oh, crap!" she yelled, still laughing. She hopped off the counter and started cleaning it with a cloth she found hanging over a bathroom stall door. Janet got down to help and they started laughing all over again.
*meanwhile*
Brad had left the wash-room and gone into the back offstage room. He found Rocky's heels and boa still in the corner so he picked them up and put them in Rocky and Frank's dressing room. He sat them down on a chair and turned to leave, only to stare into Frank's eyes. "Aghh!" Brad yelped, "Good lord, Frank, you scared me!" Frank laughed his sultry laugh and put his arm around Brad's shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you to your room now. I had to put Rocky in his bed," he told Brad. They began to walk back into the back room. Suddenly, Brad felt at ease and content. He leaned into Frank and took in the smell of him: a mixture of cologne, aftershave, and sweat. It was a very tantalizing smell. Then, Brad felt Frank's hand start to slid downward. It went to his ribs, then to his waist. Brad felt a little apprehensive. Frank massaged Brad's waist with his fingers, as if to say "Calm down Brad, it's alright." Brad loosened up and they walked up the stairs to the main floor. Then Frank's hand slid again, first, to Brad's hip, then to his butt. Brad was confused. He liked this, but so soon? Frank slid his hand into the back pocket of Brad's pajama pants and kept it there. Brad put his arm around Frank's waist and they climbed into the elevator.
Riff and Magenta were sorting laundry together in the laundry room. "Err, the master is getting to be more demanding every day," Riff complained. "Oh, handsome brother, at least we are together," said Magenta, wiggling her fingers at him, reminding him of what could happen later. RiffRaff smiled but looking down at all of the sweaty corsets, undercloths, and garters made him frown again. "After we are done, let us go to our room and finally get some sleep," Magenta said, with a a wink. They began to sort faster.
Janet, done with her face, and ready to go to bed looked around the back stage room for Frank. "Ugh, I don't even want to think what Brad and Frank are doing right now," she muttered. "Hey, Columbia! Can you tell me where I'm supposed to sleep?" she yelled. Columbia popped out of the wash room and said "I'm not fully sure, but I guess we'll just look into the 4th floor rooms, where everyone else sleeps and find the empty one with a made-up bed. Rocky is already asleep and Brad has his room. Frank's room, well, it's quite obvious which is his and I know mine, so yours is the one left!" They walked, chatting, up the stairs to the main floor and to the elevator. "Darn, Frank and Brad took the elevator, so we have to climb the stairs," Columbia said. They walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor and then to the 3rd, and stopping at the 4th,only to see what their eyes weren't meant to see.
Brad and Frank had stepped into the elevator and once in, couldn't contain themselves any longer. Well, at least Frank couldn't. Frank had taken Brad into his arms and started passionately kissing him. Brad, not sure what was going on, was reluctant at first, but as Frank started getting into it, so did Brad. "Oh, Brad, you're so masculine and oh, baby!" Frank whispered, between kisses. He wrapped his leg around Brad's waist and started licking his neck. "Oh, ahh," Brad moaned, giving into pleasure. Brad couldn't stand it any longer and he began taking his undershirt off. Frank, still in his corset, fishnets, and highheels, kicked off his shoes and started wriggling out of his tie-up top. Brad, now only in his underwear, had begun to smooch all of Frank's chest while Frank kissed his neck. They fell down with Frank on top, and started french kissing again when the elevator stopped at the 4th floor. The door was pulled open and gasps of shock were heard. Standing there, mouths wide open, were Janet and Columbia. "Brad!" Janet cried. "Janet!" cried Brad. "Frank!" cried Columbia. "WHAT?" Frank yelled. The men stood up and Brad sheepishly covered himself with his pants. "I was just having a good time!" Frank shouted. He took Brad's hand and interlaced his fingers with his. "We're going to bed!" he announced, and drug Brad down the hallway and into his room.
Columbia took Janet into the room that she and Magenta shared. "Janet, it's alright, don't cry!" she said, trying to console her. "But, it's just, I don't know!" Janet said, in between sobs. "Look, honey, Brad doesn't deserve you," said Columbia. "But, that's not what I'm afraid of!" Janet cried. "Then what is it that's making you so upset?" Columbia asked. "I like Frank!" Janet cried.
To Be Continued!
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*in the back room again, with Brad, Rocky, Frank, Magenta and Riff*
Brad had just gotten through changing and was on his way to the wash-room. As he reached for the door knob, the door was flung open, almost whacking him in the face! Frank stormed out with a reluctant Rocky in his clutches. "Sorry Brad darling, but, well, it's a jungle in there! Those beasts in there are man-hunters! Agh! So unappreciative of my talent in the performing arts!" Frank seethed. "Well, I hope things work out, Frank, but I've got to get my make up off, its beginning to run into my eyes, with my hair dripping and all," Brad was on his way again, but was stopped again by Frank, who blocked his entry into the wash-room.
"Now really, I don't think you look too awfully horrid, maybe you could stay just a little longer Brad?" He put his arms around Brad's waist and pulled the him closer, until their chests were touching. "Janet and Columbia aren't any fun anyway!" he said, gazing into Brad's eyes. Then, realizing that he was being watched by RiffRaff and Magenta he turned and reprimanded them. "Magenta! RiffRaff! Go and um, put these dirty clothes in the laundry and clean them. Yes, and while you're at it, um, er, go and make a place for everyone to sleep tonight. We'll settle the living arrangements tomorrow," then, turning to look Brad in the eye, "You and Janet are staying for awhile, aren't you? I'm sure you'll be, erm, content here." He gave Brad a sly glance. He brought his head in towards Brad's until there foreheads were up against each other's and kissed his lips. Once, quickly, and then twice, a little longer. Then he pulled away from him, letting his fingertips linger a little on the small of Brad's back. Brad felt the tingles go down his spine, as they had many times already this fateful night and turned into the wash-room, as he had intended to do once before.
Frank turned to Rocky, who had, by this time, already fallen asleep in the floor. "Doll, get up please," Frank said, gently nudging Rocky with the toe of his rhinestone-studded shoe. Rocky stirred, but didn't move. Frank kneeled down and stroked Rocky's face, "Come on now, Rocky, let's go, hup to!" Rocky sleepily stood up and took Frank's hand as he led him into his sleeping chamber. "I'll be in later tonight, to erm, hehe, tuck you in." Frank said, in amusement. Rocky smiled and patted the comforter beside him. Frank sat down and took Rocky's hand in his own. "Good night, Rocky, sweet dreams, Love" he whispered and leaned over to give him a good night kiss. Rocky smiled happily and sighed, eyes fluttering, already in a state of sleep. Frank quietly left the room and shut the door behind him. The turn of a key was heard and Frank made his way back to the back offstage room.
Janet had finished drying her hair and removing her stage make-up and was moisturizing her face. Sitting on the counter next to her was Columbia, painting her toenails bright red. She had on her usual Mickey Mouse ears and was humming some made-up tune to herself. Just then, Brad's head popped in the door. "I'm exhuasted, so Frankie's gonna show me my room" he said. He gave Janet a quick peck on the cheek and kissed the top of Columbia's head, seeing that she had her hands full with her nail polish. "G'night girls," he said and walked out. "Since when did Brad start called Frank 'Frankie'?" Janet said. "Ah, girl, just forget him. You're too good for him anyway. There's plenty of fish in the sea!" Columbia answered. "I guess you're right, Bia. He's a loser. But, I can't help myself," Janet sighed. "Well, I know that feeling all too well. That's how I felt with Frankie. He loved me once. And I loved him, I still do too. I probably always will. But, we still have fun sometimes," Columbia said, giggling like a love-struck teenager. "You are so naughty, Columbia!" Janet laughed. They both cracked up, which caused Columbia to spill her nail polish all over the floor. "Oh, crap!" she yelled, still laughing. She hopped off the counter and started cleaning it with a cloth she found hanging over a bathroom stall door. Janet got down to help and they started laughing all over again.
*meanwhile*
Brad had left the wash-room and gone into the back offstage room. He found Rocky's heels and boa still in the corner so he picked them up and put them in Rocky and Frank's dressing room. He sat them down on a chair and turned to leave, only to stare into Frank's eyes. "Aghh!" Brad yelped, "Good lord, Frank, you scared me!" Frank laughed his sultry laugh and put his arm around Brad's shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you to your room now. I had to put Rocky in his bed," he told Brad. They began to walk back into the back room. Suddenly, Brad felt at ease and content. He leaned into Frank and took in the smell of him: a mixture of cologne, aftershave, and sweat. It was a very tantalizing smell. Then, Brad felt Frank's hand start to slid downward. It went to his ribs, then to his waist. Brad felt a little apprehensive. Frank massaged Brad's waist with his fingers, as if to say "Calm down Brad, it's alright." Brad loosened up and they walked up the stairs to the main floor. Then Frank's hand slid again, first, to Brad's hip, then to his butt. Brad was confused. He liked this, but so soon? Frank slid his hand into the back pocket of Brad's pajama pants and kept it there. Brad put his arm around Frank's waist and they climbed into the elevator.
Riff and Magenta were sorting laundry together in the laundry room. "Err, the master is getting to be more demanding every day," Riff complained. "Oh, handsome brother, at least we are together," said Magenta, wiggling her fingers at him, reminding him of what could happen later. RiffRaff smiled but looking down at all of the sweaty corsets, undercloths, and garters made him frown again. "After we are done, let us go to our room and finally get some sleep," Magenta said, with a a wink. They began to sort faster.
Janet, done with her face, and ready to go to bed looked around the back stage room for Frank. "Ugh, I don't even want to think what Brad and Frank are doing right now," she muttered. "Hey, Columbia! Can you tell me where I'm supposed to sleep?" she yelled. Columbia popped out of the wash room and said "I'm not fully sure, but I guess we'll just look into the 4th floor rooms, where everyone else sleeps and find the empty one with a made-up bed. Rocky is already asleep and Brad has his room. Frank's room, well, it's quite obvious which is his and I know mine, so yours is the one left!" They walked, chatting, up the stairs to the main floor and to the elevator. "Darn, Frank and Brad took the elevator, so we have to climb the stairs," Columbia said. They walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor and then to the 3rd, and stopping at the 4th,only to see what their eyes weren't meant to see.
Brad and Frank had stepped into the elevator and once in, couldn't contain themselves any longer. Well, at least Frank couldn't. Frank had taken Brad into his arms and started passionately kissing him. Brad, not sure what was going on, was reluctant at first, but as Frank started getting into it, so did Brad. "Oh, Brad, you're so masculine and oh, baby!" Frank whispered, between kisses. He wrapped his leg around Brad's waist and started licking his neck. "Oh, ahh," Brad moaned, giving into pleasure. Brad couldn't stand it any longer and he began taking his undershirt off. Frank, still in his corset, fishnets, and highheels, kicked off his shoes and started wriggling out of his tie-up top. Brad, now only in his underwear, had begun to smooch all of Frank's chest while Frank kissed his neck. They fell down with Frank on top, and started french kissing again when the elevator stopped at the 4th floor. The door was pulled open and gasps of shock were heard. Standing there, mouths wide open, were Janet and Columbia. "Brad!" Janet cried. "Janet!" cried Brad. "Frank!" cried Columbia. "WHAT?" Frank yelled. The men stood up and Brad sheepishly covered himself with his pants. "I was just having a good time!" Frank shouted. He took Brad's hand and interlaced his fingers with his. "We're going to bed!" he announced, and drug Brad down the hallway and into his room.
Columbia took Janet into the room that she and Magenta shared. "Janet, it's alright, don't cry!" she said, trying to console her. "But, it's just, I don't know!" Janet said, in between sobs. "Look, honey, Brad doesn't deserve you," said Columbia. "But, that's not what I'm afraid of!" Janet cried. "Then what is it that's making you so upset?" Columbia asked. "I like Frank!" Janet cried.
To Be Continued!
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