Drama Club Part 1

The stage was softlit blue across a hazy, gossamer darkened forest. It was a midsummer's night and faeries roamed. The house hushed with upturned faces that caught the dusky light across seven hundred faces. The two actors, the Fairy and Puck himself, moved lithely against the set, clad in soft fabrics that molded to their forms. During the last speech, Puck stood forward on the orchestra pit, leaning into the audience. His face was bright with vivid eye makeup and an expression of contained laughter, sharing his jokes with those in attendance. Slender and graceful, his face first delicate and dreamy, then sharply sensual as he called out his lines to the audience in what seemed merely an intimate tone. He had their attention, the spell was complete. The boy was beautiful.

Dress rehearsal was always a bitch, thought Angel. Ms. Robi said that a lousy dress rehearsal was a sure sign of a perfect opening, though, and he believed her. He'd seen it often enough. It really didn't make it any easier to get through the mishaps, like when his guywire slipped as he sailed, or was supposed to sail, across the staged forest. Or when his costume split open just as he knelt in front of the front row. Good thing he'd worn a jock under his tights, it could have been embarrassing. Angel frowned into the mirrors against two walls of the Green Room, rubbing cold cream into his face, smearing the pancake and rouge. This show needs to be perfect. The first show of the year always sets the tone and this one promised to be a wonder. A Midsummer's Night Dream. The sets were dramatic, dreamy and all that he could wish for. He'd put in enough time on them himself to know. Perfect sets and the lighting crew really outdid themselves, even though tonight they missed his spot four times and he had to improvise to stay in the light. Still, that's what theatre was, improvising when things went wrong, playing with the company as things happened, not all of them scripted.

He was secretly elated when Ms. Robi, the drama coach, cast him as the wild sprite Puck. He was only a sophmore but had been one of her pets since eighth grade. Which isn't to say he wasn't good, he was one of the best and would make a wonderful Puck. It just caused a little grousing amoung the seniors when an underclassman was cast in such a stellar role. Still, who was a more perfect Puck than Angel? He was built for the part and had energy to spare for all the gymnastics the role required. Most of the other drama kids liked him, some quite a lot, he was more popular than most sophmores. He was hardworking and driven to excell, which didn't go unnoticed. Angel had a good role in every play they'd produced since he'd arrived.

Outside the drama building, though, was another story. Everyone knew who he was but not always because of his roles. He wore makeup to school, sometimes quite a lot, and walked the halls to class ignoring all comments. That he was gay was understood. Since it was true, he never denied it. He usually said, when asked, that he'd been `out' since he was two. Now and then, kids would shove him in the halls, push his books out of his hands or make remarks that he pretended to ignore. More often, his haughty demeanor kept people at a distance. It was easier that way. Outside of the drama building, he was just marking time until he could get back, taking required classes and ignoring them as much as he was able.

Being gay wasn't something he spent a lot of time thinking about, it just was. That people didn't like it was obvious but, as a drama kid, it was almost expected. The straight kids in theatre had to defend their sexuality, if they cared to, against the assumption that all drama students were fags. After all, who but a fag would want to wear makeup and dress up? Morons, thought Angel to himself as he wiped the last of the pancake off of his face. He took over half of his classes in the theatre building, a half day with Ms. Robi and John, who taught Tech and Theatrical Dance. He knew he was lucky to be at a school that took drama seriously and offered so many classes. Ms. Robi, as her students called her, short for Mrs. Margaret Robison, had fought and managed to win the funds to build an entire new theatre in its own building devoted to Performing Arts. The principal often bragged that it looked better than most community colleges and he wasn't wrong. It was awesome. It just sucked that he had to take regular classes, too.

The other kids crowded around the mirrors in the Green Room, wiping off makeup, brushing out hairspray while laughing and talking. The energy was palpable, the rehearsal had been long and tiring but had charged them all up until they seemed to give off sparks in their excitement. All of them had worked hard on the sets, costumes, lighting and sound as well as learning their lines and blocking. Ms. Robi kept them up late in rehearsal most nights as the opening got closer and John had them choreographed to perfection. The whole show was surreal, a dreamy Dream that seduced the audience and only let them wake when the houselights were raised at the end. They were all so proud and happy. The response of the audience tonight, mostly parents and friends of the theatre crews, showed them that tomorrow night would be worth it. Ms. Robi had done it again. They all had.

Jaye pulled off his costume, bedsheets that draped his muscled body, and sat down hard in a chair next to Angel. His blonde hair was slicked back with hairspray and his face was caked with makeup. Jaye was 5'10” and built like a swimmer with a slender waist and broad shoulders. He smelled of sweat and backstage and boy. Angel felt his groin tighten. He and Jaye had spent many afternoons with each others' cock in their mouths, both at their homes and, much more quietly, in the boys' dressing rooms. Jaye was hot but had never seemed like boyfriend material. Somehow no one ever did, to Angel.

“You were wonderful, Angel! I got chills watching you tonight and I've seen every damn rehearsal. It's so much different with the lights down and no stopping to be yelled at by Ms. Robi.”, he breathed with a tired smile. “Hand me the cold cream?” Angel handed him the jar and watched him while he worked the stuff into his skin. Jenny snapped her fingers twice in front of his face with a laugh. She knew what he was thinking, she'd seen them playing together more than once. One of the many fun things about theatre kids was the easy sexuality and friendship they all shared. Building D, the Performing Arts building, was an oasis of happy insanity for most of them, a place to just be themselves without real grownup supervision. Ms. Robi and John didn't count as they never cared what the kids got up to as long as they knew their lines and hit their marks. Most of the kids fooled around when they could with sex or cigarettes or just snuggling up with friends. It was part of being in the drama club and it rocked.

Across the room, Doug sat brushing out his girlfriend Camille's hair. She was tiny, ninety pounds soaking wet, and was a real ballerina. She danced in professional productions every summer and was trim, elegant. Doug and Camille had been inseparable since the beginning of ninth grade and were usually to be found in close contact. Doug was gorgeous, almost Errol Flynn-dashing, he sometimes came to school in costumes that he put together. Black Shadow, a gangster, a cowboy. He had dimples, dark hair and was always smiling. Camille tended towards acerbic humor that always seemed surprising when coming from her delicate face. Most of the guys would have loved to have fun with Doug but he was completely Camille's. Their beautiful two-some was a popular one in the drama club. Not everyone was gay or bi despite what the general student body thought.

Angel leaned back in his chair to pull off his slippers. Time to get cleaned up. He picked up his slippers and went into the boys' dressing room to shower, followed by Jaye. Their Green Room opened into the shop, full of saws and other tech machines and with a huge loading bay to one side, with two dressing rooms to either side, all of which was open against the theatre backstage. The black velvet heavy curtains that backed the stage could be seen as Jaye and Angel walked into the left dressing rooms. Girls in white robes, fairy costumes and full makeup clustered around the other dressing area. The boys were already inside on the left as Angel entered. He dropped his slippers beside his backpack under the counter and stripped off his tights, pulling out a towel from his pack. Bobby was leaning close to the counter mirror with tweezers, examining his perfect features with a frown. Bobby always managed to find fault with what he saw in the mirror despite having the most perfect face and body in Drama. His hair was a soft brown that formed gentle curls around his angular features with deep blue eyes that were now focused on his errant reflection.

“Bobby, you're gorgeous, get over it, honey. Have you showered yet?” Bobby nodded absently. Angel went into the showers with his towel and turned on one of the open stall's showerheads. He held his hand under to feel the temperature rise to a comfortable degree. His naked body chilled in the air as he waited, goosebumps rising across his light skin. He was slender and very lightly muscular from previous summers spent skateboarding. His dark hair was almost black and soft to the touch, a little long for a boy but, then, no one expected Angel to conform to stereotypes. He had a skaterpunk look to him that tended to catch the eye of males and females of all ages. The water finally felt warm enough to his hand and he stepped under, dropping his towel on one of the hooks. He picked up the bar of soap from the tray and began to lather up his hairless chest with his eyes closed. The warm water felt good, relaxing. Angel sighed.

“God, you look good right now, Angel.”, Jaye whispered, looking back towards the mirrored counter where Bobby, Carston and Joey sat and stood in various states of undress. No one was looking towards the showers. Jaye raised his eyebrows at Angel in a question. Angel smiled again and stepped back under the spray. Jaye gave a Cheshire Cat grin and moved under the water, beside the other boy, reaching for the soap. He soaped Angel gently, moving his hands across chest, stomach and downwards slowly. Angel watched him intently, their faces close together, while standing very still for his ministrations. Angel closed his eyes again, a small smile on his face. Jaye stopped just short of Angel's cock and reached around to soap his back, sliding downwards in the slippery, soapy water with his strong fingers. Angel leaned into him slightly but said nothing, eyes shut.

Jaye's hands stroked his ass, cupping each cheek firmly, soap-slickened fingers sliding between them. Angel sighed softly and then started as he felt a wet warmth on his cock that wasn't the steamy water. He opened his eyes and Jaye's face wasn't in front of his anymore. He looked down to see Jaye on his knees in front of him, mouth engulfing his cockhead. Angel groaned almost inaudibly. Jaye looked up, his mouth half covering Angel's cock, and winked slyly. He pushed into Angel's cock, taking most of it his mouth. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft while he held it there, stroking against the soft underside of the head, sucking gently. Angel leaned harder into his face, placing one hand on the back of Jaye's head, fingers through the blonde boy's thick hair.

Jaye began sliding up and down Angel's cock with his mouth, tongue moving against it as he moved. His knees were apart and between Angel's feet on the tiles, his ass resting on his heels as water cascaded around them both. The soft murmur of voices from the dressing area was an undertone that kept them quiet and nearly motionless. Jaye's hands stroked Angel's ass, moving up and down and between the two firm cheeks. He slid one finger against Angel's pucker, causing them both to moan softly. He pushed gently against it as he took more of the cock down his throat, sucking harder as he did. Both boys were breathing hard but as silently as they could. Jaye's finger pushed against the soft hole, insisting, and, as Angel groaned, pushed inside just as he felt the soft pubic hairs against his nose and lips. He stroked his finger in and out of that smooth hole, knuckle deep, as he bobbed and sucked on Angel's rock hard cock. He slid his free hand down to his own dick that was urgently demanding attention, leaking precum.

Jaye moved his hand along his own cock, jacking in the same rhythm as he sucked on Angel's beautiful tool, the finger of his other hand sliding soapily in and out of that tight opening. He could vividly recall the last time they played in the shower. It was at Angel's house, in his bedroom shower stall. He had bent Angel over and stuck his tongue deep in that same warm crevice. The memory was tactile and intense, causing his stroking to quicken as he sucked harder, moving up and down the length of Angel's cock with his mouth, finger probing deeper. Angel moaned louder and pushed hard into Jaye's face, pressing the back of his head onto his cock. The feelings were overwhelming him, his legs were shaking slightly as he rocked back and forth into Jaye's eager mouth.

Jaye's ministrations doubled in speed and intensity as he groaned into Angel's hard, slender cock, causing a vibration that sent Angel over the edge. With Jaye's finger shoving finally deeper, he groaned loader, mouth open now, eyes still closed against the spray of the shower and the overwhelming sensation in his balls. He felt them tighten and then release their pressure down Jaye's willing throat as he grasped the boy's hair, pulling his head closer, wanting more somehow even as he exploded in his mouth. He felt his balls contract again and again, sending three loads into that hot mouth, his knees almost giving way in the sudden release. He reached out with his other hand to steady himself against the smooth tiles while his balls emptied. Jaye's mouth stayed tight around his cock as he finished, sucking out every drop and swallowing repeatedly. Angel leaned into the tile wall, opening his eyes to look down at Jaye jacking his own cock harder as he started to spurt between the standing boy's legs, mouth still on Angel, eyes closed tight.

Finally, it was over and Jaye fell away from Angel somewhat, hands falling against the floor tiles for support. He opened his eyes and looked up at Angel. He smiled and ran his tongue across his lips seductively, almost sleepily. Angel smiled and reached for the soap. Jaye shook his head, still smiling, and stood. They shared the soap, passing it back and forth between them, smiling when their hands touched, then rinsing off one at a time under the now cooling water. Angel stepped out of the shower stall and reached for his towel. Rubbing his body dry, he moved towards the counter and his backpack with his regular clothes. He pulled on shorts, jeans, socks and a Hedwig tee shirt, sitting down to slip on his sneakers, then tie them. Jaye was at another chair, also dressing, blonde hair still wet. Joey and Carston had finished and left the dressing area but Bobby was still intent on his reflection, looking for flaws. Angel ran his hands down Bobby's sides in a light tickle, causing the boy to flinch and look up, then reached for his backpack, hoisting it over his right shoulder. He petted Bobby across the neck and left the dressing room, walking into the Green Room, hair still damp, skin glowing from sex and hot water and happiness. This was going to be a stellar year in the Drama Club.