Chapter 1
“You have to be kidding me.” Detective Lieutenant Jeff Chandler had finally been lured into a bubble bathtub interview with internet sensation, and former lifeguard, Josh Elliot. The impish green-eyed man with the mop of brown hair had become so huge on his video channel, that agents contacted him for their male clients to be invited. “Josh? This is insane.” Jeff and his husband, robbery detective Mickey Stanton, and Josh’s husband, former lifeguard, Tanner Cameron, were inside a studio setting. Josh and his buddy, Lou McFadden, a standup comic, had created a ‘home’ style bathroom, with a pink tub and tile and teal colored trim, in a rented studio in Los Angeles. While the wild Josh Elliot set up three stationary cameras, one in the center, to get them both sitting in the tub, and then one on either side, for a point of view of each of their faces closeup, Tanner and Mickey watched… amused. “Josh! I’m not a celebrity!” Jeff thought this idea was insane. More than insane. “Oh, Lt Chandler, you have much to learn,” Josh teased, then he spun around and stared at him. “Why aren’t you naked?” Mickey burst out laughing, until Jeff gave his husband the stink-eye. Tanner, who was as tall and muscular as Mickey was, crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at them. “You said yes, Jeff.” “He asked me right after he sucked my dick last night!” Jeff pointed at Josh in accusation. “And you just hated it,” Mickey said wryly, mirroring Tanner’s posture. Josh shrugged. “I give great head. So sue me.” He pointed to a corner of the small studio space which had a screen for changing. “How can you be modest now? All of us have seen you naked!” “And fucking! And sucking!” Mickey said, still laughing. Tanner asked, “Jeff? Do you want me and Mick to leave?” He pointed to the door. “No!” Mickey said, “I’m witnessing this.” He giggled and drew a folding chair closer, plopping down on it. Mickey wore tight faded denim jeans and a short-sleeved dark blue polo shirt. Both he and Tanner’s well-defined muscles showed through their tight clothing. Jeff narrowed his eyes at his naughty husband as Josh began to shove Jeff towards the screen. “Get naked. There’s a robe there as well, but, come on…” “Fine!” Jeff threw up his hands in surrender and looked behind the screen. There was a chair, a wall of hooks for hanging your clothing up, and a robe. He muttered to himself for being stupid enough to say yes to this insanity and sat down to remove his shoes and socks. ~ “I fucking love you guys,” Josh said as he took off his clothing. He had zero modesty and knew he was a cutie. Otherwise, how would he have lured a straight divorced lifeguard, Tanner, into being his lover, boyfriend, and his husband. Ha! Once he was naked, he ran the water in the tub and added a heap of bubbles that smelled like bubblegum into the tub. The bathtub was larger than a normal one, because Josh interviewed some very big, muscular dudes. Some gay, some not. But to keep the channel from being penalized from nudity, the foam acted as a screen. But his guest had to be naked, otherwise what fun would that be? Tanner drew a stool close to Mickey and sat down. The two of them were behind the cameras and not in view. Josh and his buddy Lou had rigged this space with microphones and boom mic hanging from the ceiling rafter right over the tub. Tanner elbowed Mickey playfully, because this was hilarious. Josh made sure the water was on the warm side since it cooled off quickly. The foam had begun to form high stiff peaks, like whipped egg whites. “Ya naked yet, Chandler?” Mickey said, in a sing-song way. “Shuddup.” The three of them laughed at Jeff’s sudden modesty. Tanner asked Mickey, “Is this kosher with the LAPD?” “Yeah. He asked media relations.” Josh stopped short and blinked. “He did?” “Yes!” Mickey replied, unable to keep eye contact with Josh since he was naked. “He’s going to be seen by millions of people and he’s not hiding the fact that he’s an LAPD detective of homicide. So… Yes, Josh, he got permission.” “Zoiks!” Josh giggled. When Tanner gave Josh a silly tilt of his head, Josh looked towards the screen. Jeff was there, in the robe! “Dude?” Mickey laughed at him. “You’re not on camera yet!” “I don’t trust him.” Jeff tied the belt tighter. Josh said, “The three cameras remain off until you’re in the tub and your big dick is concealed, Lieutenant.” “Big?” Jeff raised his eyebrows. Tanner laughed and Mickey shrugged and said, “It ain’t bad, lover.” Jeff untied the belt and had a look at himself. Josh once more checked the water level and bubbles and said, “Okay. Get in.” “You’re sure those cameras are off?” Jeff asked, looking startlingly handsome, at least as far as Josh was concerned. Most of their buddies were actors, models, and movie stars, and Josh thought Jeff could easily be a hunky actor. Josh gestured to each of the standing tripods. “Lieutenant? Each camera has a red light which turns on when they are recording. Do you see red lights?” Tanner couldn’t contain his hilarity and kept choking up.
