Date: Mon, 27 Apr 2009 08:03:03 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Adam Conquers Earth, Chapters 3 & 4

Dear Reader: this is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not permitted to read this material.

	The music mentioned for the opening sequence is available at the
following link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0rDBncLS6k (Nifty does not
support links so you will have to copy and paste to get it.) And so the
story within my story begins. All comments welcome. Chris James.

drmeta4@gmail.com


			 Adam Conquers Earth (M/B)

Chapter Three

	The sun rise over the desert, the strains of a familiar song just
as a sliver of light illuminates the dark world of sand and...Adam. Mark
stood still in the cockpit of the space car, one leg on the sill and a hand
to the face shield of his helmet as he gazed out over the horizon.

	The camera crew was laid out in the sand to capture that sunrise
and the reflections off the spacecraft. They were looking right up at Mark;
it would be a wonderful shot, Brian could tell.

	This is where the theme song would rise into a crescendo, the
electronic beat of Deodato's 'Also Sprach Zarathustra' taking over. The
modern version of the familiar tune would be dubbed in later at the
studio. It had cost Alan a pretty penny to get the rights to this old 1972
hit, but it showed they had class. Brian had laughed at first, and then
realized it would make the opening scene as it lit up television screens
across America.

	For now Tina B. held up a large tape player so Mark could get the
beat correctly for what lay ahead. The strains of music rose slowly and
Mark...it was best to think of him as Adam from here on Brain
realized...Yes, Adam stepped down onto the soil of Earth for the first
time, and the music flared.

	Adam took a step and looked up at the rising sun. The camera moved
behind him. The spacesuit shimmered in the golden rays and it seemed as if
Adam was illuminated from within, a halo surrounding his body. And then the
Deodato tune started that familiar hippity hop beat, and so did Adam.

	The sunrise revealed the boy jumping and twisting in the morning
rays, his body moving in time with the beat and his head nodding up and
down. The helmet was tugged off and dropped in the sand, revealing Adam for
the first time. The boy was wearing an iPod, or what passed for one from
his home world of Regalia.

	The sun continued to rise and the camera followed Adam dancing
around his busted space car. Meanwhile the opening credits would roll and
finally the name 'Adam Conquers Earth' would appear. Then total
silence. Tina B. killed the sound and Adam stood stock still staring out
across the vast wasteland, the only sound the wind.

	The camera caught several rolling tumbleweeds tossed by the prop
crew in front of Adam. Then the camera boom swung, the visual image
swinging around to show just Adam's face. More wind sounds before Adam
cried out in a loud and pleading voice.

	"McDonalds?"

	"Cut," Alan yelled, and everyone there broke into applause. "By
God, we did it in one take," He screamed looking at his monitor
screen. Then everyone had to gather around to watch the replay, it looked
stunning.

	Mark was shrugging off the spacesuit, revealing the board shorts
and T-shirt he wore underneath soaked with sweat. "Water," Brian yelled and
a guy ran up with several bottles of spring water. Mark gulped down a bit
and paused as Brian wiped his face with a clean towel.

	"That was awesome, kiddo," Brian said.

	"I just thought it out one step at a time. Pretty cool dancing,
huh?"

	"Boo-ga-loo down Broadway, baby," Brian said, and they both
laughed.

	"Company, out of the sun if you please," Tina B yelled, and
everyone walked back to the motel which was only a hundred yards away.

	Mark had three hours of rest before he had to climb back in that
suit. They had ice packs ready since this was going to be a hot shot, Adam
lost in the desert. The Legal department had allowed Alan only fifteen
minutes to get the shots, after that the hundred degree heat would be
considered dangerous for the boy, Brian agreed.

	Rosie was sitting on the patio with binoculars and she smiled. "I
saw a bit of that from here, so many people milling around, it's a wonder
Mark can concentrate."

	"What people?" Mark asked. "Oh, the crew, I didn't pay them any
attention."

	"He's right, Rosie, the actors are trained to ignore us. The only
person that he might see out of the corner of an eye is the director,"
Brian said.

	"Well goodness, how did it go?"

	"One take is exceptional," Brian said. "Mark did it like a pro."

	"Thank you," Mark said with an exaggerated bow. "Just throw money."
And they laughed at his antics.

	"Ok, fifteen minutes, then shower and lay down for a while," Brian
commanded.

	"Yes boss," Mark laughed.

	"Sorry Rosie, I have to meet with the director...I'll be back
later," Brian said, and he strode off.

	"My, my...such a hurry," Rosie said.

	"Alan named him as an assistant to the director, that's pretty
cool," Mark said.

	"I'm glad to hear it; Brian deserves the credit for all he's
done. So tell me about that opening you just made and what comes next,"
Rosie said.

	Alan was hopped up like a Saturday night junkie, thrilled to death
that the opening had been captured in one take; it boded well for the
future. The rest of the day would be devoted to the desert trek, albeit a
short walk in the sand towards a distant highway. And then they would see
the car carrying Mr. and Mrs. Vernon.

	That was the shooting schedule for the day and Alan was way ahead
of the curve so far. In production terms that purported to mean a savings,
in reality they were on location and the cost remained fixed. Over all it
was a strategic meeting, all wrapped in the warm and fuzzy feeling of
success.

	"OK, tomorrow we shoot inside the car and we all know what a pain
in the ass that becomes. Tina, have we fixed the time for that takeover of
the McDonalds?" Alan asked.

	"Three to four-thirty, that'll give us a half hour setup and an
hour to shoot, they go into dinner mode after we're done. Free food the
manager promised," Tina replied.

	"Security? Who's handling that?"

	"Six off duty uniforms, Vegas police were very kind. They'll be on
overtime rates so we can expect co-operation."

	"Good," Alan said. "So, now we get Adam to take a little walk this
afternoon. Brian, how's he feeling?"

	"Mark is on cloud nine, he feels the success just like you do. I
sent him in for a nap after his Aunt leaves; he ought to be ready by the
call."

	"Lord, did you see that dance? That boy sure has a feel for the
quality I want, he was magnificent," Alan gushed. "OK, rest up, get
hydrated, we resume at eleven."

	Brian smiled; it was all going according to schedule. Mark needed
that sense of stability, they all did. Rick and Vera had been waiting for
their moment. So had Steve and Casey, although they were not in the opening
shots being done here. It had been Alan's idea to bring them along, forge a
sense of teamwork right from the start. They had stood beside Brian and
applauded with the crew as Adam finished that little dance.

	Now it was getting to him, Brian was beginning to see the boy as
Adam, even if it was Mark he loved. Production teams seemed to do that as
things fell in place, it was a means of focus and right now no one wanted
to take their eye off the ball. Brian walked back to the room and found
Mark stretched out in his boxers but not asleep.

	"How was your meeting?" He asked.

	"Fine, little more than a pep rally...you got them all cranked up,
kiddo."

	"That was the idea, Rosie went back in town, too hot for her here,"
Mark said. "Can I have a cuddle?"

	"I need a shower before I lay down with you, sweetie," Brian said.

	"OK, I'll wash your back."

	Somehow water always seemed to have a prominent place in their sex
life, now was no different. Sex in the shower meant standing up or lying in
the bottom of the tub, either way it was fun. Once he had washed Brian's
backside, and that meant every nook and cranny, Mark shoved his face in the
crack and licked his way into a glorious performance.

	It wasn't until he had Brian lean on the wall that it became
evident he was after something new, even a fourteen year old cock felt
prominent as it slid up Brian's ass. But Mark hugged his middle, fingers
caressing his chest and nipples until Brian was able to relax. There was
something so wonderful about an aggressive boy, but he knew Mark was just
trying to please him.

	The warm breath on his back grew harsher and Mark finally groaned
aloud as his orgasm filled Brian's rear, it was all too new for the boy to
last very long.

	"Oh God, I needed that," Mark said, as his statement dissolved into
laughter. "You're my first...oops," He groaned again as his softening cock
slid out.

	Brian turned around and took the boy in his arms. "That was lovely,
you're lovely...God, I am so lucky."

	"Hmm, I was just thinking that...let's go lay down," Mark said.

	Brian enjoyed the cuddle, it was still only eight-thirty, and they
had two hours before they needed to get ready. As expected Mark quickly
fell asleep, sex and four a.m. calls were enough to knock him out. Brian
slid out of bed, called room service for a late breakfast and then picked
up the casting book Alan had given him.

	The list of supporting actors was large; after all they had a
neighborhood and a school to populate even if it was only for scenes. The
role of principal was an important one; he would be Adam's foil for much of
the school business.

	They had blocked out the first episodes, creating an ongoing
storyline. The whole shoot here was the intro, ending at a McDonalds with
Adam munching down a burger and smiling at his newly 'captured' parents.

	Then the pilot would take them into a quiet street scene, your
typical suburban California neighborhood as the Vernon's bring their new
'son' home. There's a confrontation with the dog who doesn't know Adam
from...well, Adam. Then a television scene where Adam flips through the
unfamiliar catalog of real time American television and makes rude
comments.

	Then there's the knock on the door as Steve is introduced, out
selling raffle tickets as a school fundraiser. It's the moment Adam
realizes that to appear normal he must also go to school. Steve tells him
about some of the other students, which includes his crush on Mary Jane,
and now that would be changed.

	There is the scene where Adam and friends board the school bus, and
the pilot would end there, leaving the audience in stitches. Brian had
thought the final scene one of the best he'd ever read. Then they would get
a break, a weekend before they went back to work.

	Mark had decided they should cut the school bully scene that was to
have been the beginning of the first episode; it was too trite,
overused. But the character remained on the books; the bully would get his
just desserts at some later date. Adam would spend a school day stumbling
about, creating chaos in his wake, overpowering the principal.

	The episode concluded with Adam entering his bedroom after his new
'Mom' turns down the covers and wishes him a good night. He looks around,
opens the closet and seems puzzled. Then he smiles, grabs the pillow off
the bed and slides under the mattress where he goes to sleep. End of
episode.

	Subtle things had to be addressed; things the viewers would wonder
about and could not be left hanging for long. Brian had the list of
unresolved issues, Alan expected some answers and soon.

	How does an alien register for school?
	Can he write and how much English does he really know?
	Just how smart is Adam, what grade would he be in?
	What clothes can he wear?
	What happens if he gets sick in this foreign environment, and is
his anatomy the same as ours?
	Can he eat just any human food?
	What are his special powers over the human mind?
	What are his sleeping habits?
	What are his bathing habits?
	What are...

	The list went on and on, all valid questions...all needing answers
before they found themselves standing in a corner with no way out. Mark
could ad-lib in any situation if necessary; he was just that kind of
actor. But this wasn't just about delivering lines, this was about
delivering credibility.

	Brian began to write out his suggestions and was going through the
list as breakfast arrived. The room service guy gave Mark a smiling glance
and accepted Brian's signature on the bill.

	"You guys rock," The young man said, "I'm going to watch every
episode."

	"Thanks, we need all the fans we can get," Brian replied as he shut
the door.

	What about the fan base? Tina had mentioned the producers springing
for a website, wouldn't it be clever to put Mark on there right away and
have him chat with the fans? Yeah, and they needed a YouTube video as well,
something to start the groundswell. The image of Adam dancing across the
desert was going to become famous; the boy sure knew how to attract
attention.

	He woke Mark up and had the boy eat something. In two hours he
would be in that damn suit standing in the broiling sun, he would need the
energy. Brian talked about the website idea and Mark got even more excited
about making his own YouTube video. It was the 'in' thing for kids his age.

	"Can I write the script, will Alan let me use some footage, will
the producers have to approve what I say? And will...."

	"Whoa, slow down...I don't have the answers to any of that. But I
think any attempt we make to increase the profile of the show will be well
received," Brian said.

	Mark giggled, and then that turned into an outright laugh. "You're
starting to sound like one of 'them'...those guys, the suits."

	"Sorry, that was a little formal wasn't it," Brian chuckled.

	"Naw, I understand. I'd rather have you on the inside track than
anyone else," Mark said.

	"Did you see any of the audition tapes?" Brian asked.

	"A few...Oh, the replacement for Mary Jane."

	"Yeah...any ideas?" Brian asked.

	"Guess Alan has to jump on that. Um...there was this black
girl...uh, Beverly something. Damn, sorry, I can't remember her last name,"
Mark said.

	Brian flipped through the production book and came to a list of
names at the back. These were the extras for the school scenes. His finger
slid down the list.

	"Beverly Cooper...does that sound right?"

	"Maybe, you have her bio?" Mark asked.

	"No, Tina has those...you think she has potential?"

	"Pretty girl, great smile, and she can talk a mile a
minute. Imagine her as a foil for Steve? Quiet boy, outrageous girl...I
like the opposites effect."

	Brian smiled. "Always thinking like a director aren't you? I better
go warn Alan his job is in jeopardy."

	"No way, I can't act and direct at the same time. I think she would
do fine," Mark said, and then he smiled. "Just imagine the first time Adam
meets her, he's only seen an African-American on television. The reaction
ought to be priceless."

	Brian stared at the boy. "You really are of two minds in all this,
aren't you? I mean I can see you slip into the character at the snap of a
finger, you even start to think like Adam...how do you do that?"

	Mark smiled. "When I was ten I had to play the part of Tiny Tim in
a revival of the Christmas Carol. I remember the man who played Scrooge
scared me; he was so fierce in all our scenes until the very end of the
play. Then one evening during rehearsal I was sitting backstage and he came
and sat beside me, and he smiled.

	"He asked if I was afraid of him and I nodded. Then he looked out
at the others on stage and nodded. 'When we're out there I'm an actor,
right now I'm just an ordinary man. On stage I assume that role like a fine
coat of golden silk on display for all to see. Back here I wear a coat of
common cloth, just like you.'

	"'I cannot be anything but Scrooge on the stage in front of an
audience; it's that coat I wear as an actor. You have a right to be afraid,
for Scrooge is a mean and despicable man. You cannot be anything but afraid
of me out there, that's your role as an actor. It is who we are and what we
are meant to be.'

	"And then he smiled. 'But this ordinary man would like to be your
friend and sit with you a while until I must again be the Scrooge. Always
remember, it's a privilege to wear that golden coat and assume the
character's life upon the stage. Think like that and you shall never want
for work.'

	Mark sighed. "He was a wonderful old man and after that we got
along so well, but I always remember what he said. We did that show
together for about three weeks, and at every performance I was scared of
him on stage because he was that nasty old Scrooge in my mind."

	"When did you find the time to study acting?" Brian asked.

	Mark shrugged. "Never did, I just watched everyone else and tried
to emulate them."

	"Jesus boy, you are something else," Brian said.

	"Thank you...what time is it?" Mark asked.

	"Half an hour to hell, maybe we ought to go find the costumer and
get that squared away," Brian said. "Now listen to me, it's hot as a
furnace out there, so don't try and be a hero. You saved Alan a lot of time
this morning so we could do this in three takes if we need to. I just want
you to play it safe, OK?"

	"Got it, don't fry my brain. Get that Cooper profile from Tina
while you're in there, we can look at it later," Mark said.

	It was a hot walk to the dining room, like stepping out into a
furnace. Nevada had some of the driest air in the country and from a human
standpoint some of the most dangerous. Alan had a doctor on call for the
afternoon and Tina's messenger boys were passing out copious amounts of
water. Hydration was the key to survival.

	Mark looked at the silver suit and wondered just how well it would
insulate Adam on a flight through space. He knew it was a prop for the
show, a mere costume imitation, but it looked real enough. They had an air
conditioned van sitting outside with the doors shut tight; this would be
Mark's dressing room.

	The camera men had left twenty minutes ago to set up, the car was
sitting ready for the Vernon's entrance to the scene. Brian came back and
gave Mark's shoulder a squeeze.

	"OK, let's do this," Mark said.

	Brian and the costumer followed the boy out to the van and the
driver took them towards the setup about a quarter mile down the road. At a
signal the cops were going to stop traffic both ways for fifteen minutes,
long enough to get the shot.

	The first set up was to be head on as Adam stumbled across the
desert towards the highway. It would be a long shot allowing the heat waves
to fill the lens and then Adam would look up and see the road. That was the
cue for the Vernon's to roll towards him and Adam would stop them.

	Brian's worry was that the boy had no head protection, having cast
the helmet off back at the space car. But the damn thing was hot inside,
maybe it would work out. As if for comfort, Tina handed him a stop watch,
they had fifteen minutes from the time Mark exited the van and that was
all.

	The camera crew could be seen two hundred yards away, Mark had to
walk that far and then eventually climb in the car to reach the cut mark on
the scene. From where Brian stood it looked like a long way off.

	Inside the van Mark donned the vest lined with frozen ice packs and
laughed as the cold seemed to pierce the liner, but the ice never touched
him. He struggled into the suit and the Velcro was done up the back. The
boots came last, the closures were Velcro as well, and then he was ready.

	Tina was there, radio in hand, and she gave the camera crew a two
minute warning. They took a few minutes of empty desert to let the heat
waves sink into the opening of the scene, and then it was Mark's turn.

	One of the camera crew had placed an orange stake in the ground
about thirty feet away. As Adam stepped onto the soil the van drove off to
get out of the shot and the handlers, including Brian, backed off as
well. Adam seemed to jog over to the orange mark and faced the camera.

	"Ready," Tina said over the radio.

	"OK...action," Alan radioed back.

	"Action," Tina yelled and Adam gave a brief nod before starting his
walk.

	The crowd followed along at a safe distance off to one side as Adam
walked, then staggered a bit, dragging a foot here and there. For a while
it didn't seem like the camera position was getting any closer and then
there it was just ahead.

	"Roll the car," Brian heard over Tina's radio.

	Adam staggered towards the road and then almost tripped over some
sage brush, it all looked well staged. The green Buick slowly traversed the
distance and Adam looked up, his posture changed as he focused on the
car. The second camera shot of the approaching car would be made later, now
all eyes were on Adam. The camera followed Adam towards the road.

	The silver suited alien stepped onto the verge of the highway and
held up a hand which caused the vehicle to screech to a stop. Adam stumbled
over to open the back door, his hand went to the handle and he pulled the
door open...and then Mark fell over on the asphalt.

	"Cut...medic," Alan yelled, and the crew went into action.

	The van came screaming up and the doctor leaped out. Brian was
helpless, only the doctor could touch Mark in case he'd been injured. The
boy looked like he had fainted and the doctor confirmed heat as the cause,
there were no injuries. Four men picked Mark up and laid him in the
van. Brian took the passenger's seat while the doctor stayed in back with
Mark and began to remove the space suit.

	"Jesus, he's soaking wet...did he sweat that much?" The doctor
yelled.

	"No, it's the ice packs, they must have all melted," Brain yelled
back. "Does he need to go to the hospital?"

	"No... He's flush but I think he just needs to lie down and restore
his circulation in a cool environment, he wasn't out there long enough to
get hurt. Does he have a room?"

	"One-oh-six," Brian heard Mark say, and then the boy sat up. "Whoa,
I passed out."

	"Heat stroke...or almost," The doctor said. "The lining on that
suit isn't porous, it's rubberized inside and that's not good."

	"Almost there," The driver said as they pulled into the motel
parking lot. Brian ran to open the door to their room as the doctor helped
Mark out of the back of the van. Brian immediately scooped the boy up in
his arms and carried him across the threshold into the cool interior of the
room.

	"So that's how the bride feels," Mark said, and then he laughed.

	"Seems he feels better," The doctor said. "You lay down young
man. I want you to drink lots of water and eat lightly this evening. Your
body had a shock and needs time to recover, OK?"

	"Thanks, Doc," Mark said. "What happened to me?"

	"You overheated. The body draws back blood from your extremities to
keep your organs cooled down, you lost blood in your head and fainted. In
severe cases it causes brain damage, you were lucky. That's why we were all
standing around; it pays to be careful out here."

	"Thanks again, Doc...I'll make sure he says down for a few hours,"
Brian said.

	"Call me if you need me," The doctor said and he left.

	"Did we get the shot?" Mark asked.

	"I don't know...," And then a knock on the door interrupted him.

	"Is he doing OK?" Alan asked when Brian opened the door.

	"Come on in," Mark yelled. "Did we get the shot?"

	"Ever the trooper...yes we got plenty, enough to splice it all
together. How are you, Mark...feeling better?"

	"I mean is it a wrap, do we have to do another take?" Mark asked.

	Alan came over and kissed the boy on the head. "No, it's all
done...you scared me, we were all worried," Alan said. He sat on the bed
and took Mark's face in his hands.

	"I promise you right now. I will never put you in danger like that
again...never."

	"I'm fine Alan...really," Mark said. "Thanks, please tell everyone
I'm just fine, OK?"

	"You're more than fine, God, what an actor. I'll show you the
playback later on; will you be there for dinner?"

	Alan looked over at Brian who nodded. "Doc says a few hours rest
and lots of cool, he'll be fine."

	"What happened, I suppose we need to find out," Alan said.

	"Doc says the suit did him in, it didn't breathe and all the ice
melted way too fast," Brian said. "I think Mark toughed it out that last
few minutes and I asked him not to do anything foolish."

	"I'm sorry, I wanted it to be perfect," Mark said.

	Alan frowned. "Perfection is not our goal, Mark. I don't want you
taking chances, you're too important to this production. From now on if you
feel bad or if you see something is going wrong just stop and look at me,
the cameras will keep rolling and you can start over again.

	"I don't care if it happens in one take, that's not your worry,
it's mine. You just give us your best performance and I'll do the rest, OK?
The greatest actors in film never got it right the first time; some scenes
took a dozen takes or more. You just stop counting and focus on your
role. You're a fine actor, one of the best I ever worked with, and together
we're going to go places."

	Alan stood up and smiled. "Now you rest up, everyone will want to
see you at dinner and they need that reassurance."

	"Yes, Alan...thanks," Mark said.

	Brian showed Alan out the door and went to get Mark a bottle of
water from the little refrigerator.

	"Damn, you know I hate water," Mark said.

	"Your body doesn't," Brian said, "Just drink a little at a time."

	Mark took a swig and smiled. "I screwed up, didn't I? You think
Alan is mad at me?"

	Brian sat down and took the boy in his arms. "No, I just think he's
relieved, just like I am. Alan thinks you're one of the best actors he's
ever worked with."

	Mark smiled. "Yeah, he did say that, didn't he? So you carried me
across the threshold, does that mean we're married now?"

	Brian leaned over and gave Mark a kiss. "I'd marry you in a minute;
think they'll change the laws for us?"

	Mark grinned. "Hardly, we'll just have to stay lovers I guess.

	"Then lie down lover, I want to kiss you," Brian said.

	 He lay there with Mark in his arms, the both of them dozing in and
out. Brian had felt the heat standing out there; it had to have been much
worse for Mark in that suit. Thank God that was over.

	He had to let Mark know there were limits, Alan had said as
much. Nothing was more important then Mark's health and wellbeing. If
something happened to him the show was down the toilet, the boy had to back
off and understand there were limits.

	All this building him up to be Adam, this super alien boy, had been
terribly counterproductive. Mark was beginning to believe his own
publicity, the image he had himself created. Maybe he had learned something
today, Brian sure hoped so. For underneath that bravado Mark had as Adam
there was a talented normal human kid.

	 Brian could love the abilities the boy showed, but he would much
rather be in love with the heart and mind he'd come to know. Mark was an
exciting person and yet all that did was mask the insecurities. Rosie was
all he'd had for years; it was no wonder that he'd made such a strong bid
to bring Brian into his life.

	Loving the boy was easy; he exuded sensuality with every
breath. But Brian knew he now had to take on a stronger role, he had to
forge the boy's self confidence. For the show would go on and Mark would
grow up to be a man, it was Brian's role to make sure he was the best man
he could become.

	Dinner that night was subdued, partially owing to Rosie's presence
in the room. Brian had allowed Mark to rest and then called her about the
incident. She had said she was coming right over and hung up. He didn't
know what to expect but Rosie had seemed calm after looking Mark over.

	"Now you know why I want you there, Brian...Mark takes risks,"
Rosie said.

	"Well I'd spank him but he seems a bit too old for that," Brian
said. "He didn't listen when everyone, including me, told him to take it
easy in the heat."

	"I said I was sorry," Mark threw in.

	Rosie smiled. "That doesn't always work, Mark. Now these people
will have to watch you every minute, you're distracting them from their
jobs."

	"He just let it get out of hand, we could have stopped at any time
and fixed things," Brian said.

	"Did Mark tell you about the first cereal commercial he shot? No, I
suppose he wouldn't," Rosie said.

	"Oh Lord," Mark groaned.

	"Well little Mark got his belt caught on the back of the prop chair
and didn't tell anyone to stop the shoot. So in walks the actress
portraying the mother and Mark leans up to kiss her and loses his
balance. The chair let go and he fell right into the table, props flying
everywhere, milk splashing across the set and poor Diana, the actress, she
fell flat on her bottom with the table in her lap. It took two hours to
reset, it was a wonder they didn't fire him."

	"I was only ten and the director was too nice to do that," Mark
said, giving Brian a knowing look. Oh, that director, Brian thought.

	"Alan came in here and gave Mark a little talk, and in fact said he
was one of the best actors he'd ever worked with...so let's hope this all
sinks in, no more risks," Brian said.

	"No sir," Mark said.

	Alan was pleased to show them the day's work on a large television
monitor and it looked just as Brian knew it would. The mixing would take
place once they returned to the studio but even raw it was an incredible
scene.

	The glaring sun, dry desert floor and the shimmering waves of heat
rising up...and then Adam appears. His staggered walk implied hours of
trudging across the desert, it all felt real as Adam approached the
highway. That lifting of his head, the stumble over the sagebrush...and
this was where Mark was beginning to feel the heat.

	Adam stepping onto the asphalt, holding up a hand and the car
screeching to a halt, then Adam approached the door, opened it and they all
saw Mark fall. Rosie gasped as did many of the others, but Mark sat
silently. And as the clip ended Alan stood up, and so did Mark.

	Alan looked at the boy and then nodded. "I made an ass of myself
today," Mark began. "I made a very stupid mistake and I want to apologize
to all of you for the way I acted. I should have yelled that the suit was
killing me; I should have just stopped and said I can't go on like
this...but I didn't. I want this to work just like the rest of you, and
today I almost destroyed everything. Today I made you feel bad about
something we were doing.

	"Alan has been kind enough to give me his thoughts and direction
about what I did wrong, I would like the rest of you to do the
same. Whenever you see me doing something stupid I want to know. I don't
want this to divide us into responsible adults and stupid kids; we are one
company, one cast. I need to know so I can change my ways, Thanks."

	Alan walked over and gave Mark a hug, and it wasn't the last one he
received. They were one company, one cast, and Mark had expressed that so
well. The moment was over, now they could move on.

	Tomorrow morning they would shoot the interior car scenes. The car
would ride on a trailer under sunshades and with a huge air conditioner
feeding the interior. It was a lot of work for a three minute scene. But
the viewer would see the scenery passing by as Adam took control of the
Vernon couple and directed them towards the nearest McDonalds.

	Two corporate bigwigs from the restaurant chain would be on hand to
talk with the cast and look at the script. Adam's attraction for the
hamburger played a big role in their decision to attend; Mark would see
they were well entertained.

	Fame would come on fast, and Brian would be all over it. Mark could
not change, could not be seduced by the wealth and power, Brian had to make
sure of that. No, he was going to stick to that boy like glue. It would be
time for Rosie to hire an accountant and a staff, the first of the lot
ought to be bodyguards.

	Mark would be driven by security, escorted by security and guarded
24/7 by these same men. Brian knew just who to call, he'd almost been one
of them a few years earlier. He would have to let Rosie in on his
thoughts. The minute the trade papers picked up on the show and any
association with McDonalds it would be all over town, and then the country.

	They assembled at ten, right after breakfast and the morning
production meeting. Mark had spent a quiet night, a little television, a
lot of love and then sleep. The day had worn him out and he was out right
after Brian tucked him in.

	There was nothing quite like watching the boy sleep. It was a time
of reflection and yearning, could they make this work? Mark's quiet beauty
was never more evident then at times like these, Brian stood in awe of what
he had started here. And even as he set the alarm for their wake up call,
he had to sit on the side of the bed and stare. God, he was such a lucky
man. To have this boy and this job, nothing had touched him like this
before.

	And as Brian finished undressing he slid in beside Mark and felt
the heat of the boy's body thrill him. No, he would never allow anything to
tarnish this child, for Mark had proved his worth tonight when he stood up
and owned up to his mistake. It was a very mature thing to do and everyone
appreciated it. Only Brian knew what was behind it, Mark was growing up;
this had only been the first step.


(Yaaay, another chapter is here, right now! Because you...yes you, the
readers have been so kind)


				Adam Conquers Earth (M/B)

Chapter Four

	The ride on the trailer was smooth, thanks to all the heavy
equipment that rode along with the car. The cameras, all five of them, were
stuck in various places to give different views of the same scene. It was a
luxury Alan wouldn't have very often, he could chose his shots when they
went back to edit.

	Rick and Vera were getting their first moment on camera, and they
looked ready. Adam was sitting in the back seat, the flow of cold air
rising up from the floor around him from the AC hoses. This first run was
for the early shots of Adam, camera over his shoulder, and another through
the car window to his right.

	The shot of the Vernon's and the windshield was taken from the rear
deck of the car where the glass had been removed to facilitate the
camera. It was this one that looked forward and caught Adam reaching out to
lay hands on the Earth family he had 'captured.' The moment was followed by
a close up of Adam's face, eyes closed as he concentrated on bringing these
humans under his control.

	The forward left camera caught the moment the Vernon's went from
the happy young couple to Adam's mind puppets. The three of them had sat
with Alan and discussed the scene several times, the jist being they didn't
want it to look like a horror film scene. Adam was not creating zombies
here, just altering their minds on his behalf.

	Alan was sitting on a crate at the back of the trailer looking at
monitor screens and staring intently. "Cut," he yelled. "Frank I need a bit
more angle on Rick's face to catch that expression."

	Frank moved back the length of the trailer and shook his head. "Got
all I can get unless we take out the front windshield too, that creates air
flow problems. Can Rick turn his head a bit, he's not actually driving."

	"I know that," Alan laughed. "Yeah, we don't need the wind blowing
in their faces." Alan got up and yelled out. "Rick look towards the center
of the car if you will as Adam touches you; we'll make do with that." And
so they did.

	They broke for lunch and reset the trailer. Now the cameras were up
front and on the sides, the one in back moved off. Again the same scene,
giving Alan more angles to work with and then it was done. The last shot
they made was a front on view of Adam with his head out the window...tongue
out in the breeze like a cocker spaniel. The boy hammed it up, it was
hysterical.

	 The McDonalds was next, and to facilitate the transition Frank
took his camera on a little ride. He took a long slow approach to the
McDonalds they'd chosen before the cops shut the access down and people
could clutter the street wondering what was happening. The pristine scene
looked great and Frank smiled as they pulled into the lot.

	The whole cast made the scene, along with the cops and several
hundred onlookers who were kept at bay. The vans brought the equipment and
cast, Adam and the Vernon's arrived by limo. The corporate suits had been
there since noon to assure the place sparkled; the manager and his staff
had been there since dawn.

	The crowd of people had no idea who was in the limo or what was
going on, the publicity had just begun to trickle out. The first real
thirty second commercial was due to hit the network in two weeks, after
Triton had presented the final pilot to the sponsors. It was all rushing
towards them and they still had three more days of shooting back in town on
the neighborhood streets.

	Adam bounced out of the limo in his silver suit and waved at the
crowd before walking in the restaurant. Tina was standing there and she
applauded as Adam entered, and so did the twenty people she had chosen to
sit around during the scenes. These weren't actors, just lucky customers
who had been corralled that afternoon and asked to play the parts.

	Mark smiled at all the faces sitting at the tables and standing at
the counter amidst the camera dollies and cables. He immediately turned
into Mr. Showman.

	"Hi folks...so glad you joined us today," Mark said to those
smiling faces. "You're all going to be in a television show, did Tina tell
you all about it?"

	As heads nodded Mark picked up the pace, moving around the room and
shaking hands. "My name is Mark Harrison, but for the next hour you must
think of me as Adam. Can you do that?" More heads nodding, the people were
a little stunned at all the attention.

	"OK, here's what's going on...." And Mark proceeded to tell the
crowd who he was supposed to be and why Adam was here on Earth. Brian took
one look and saw they were all captivated by the shear energy of this young
boy. The Triton photographer was moving around capturing the reactions and
Mark's speech, it was better than anything they could have planned.

	"So you all be sure to watch next month when 'Adam Conquers Earth'
hits the airwaves, are you with me?" And the crowd rose to their feet and
applauded; Mark had brought them all together.

	"Let's make television," Alan yelled, and his assistants moved
through the crowd to make sure people took their rightful places. Mark came
back towards Brian and he could see the zeal in the boy's eyes, he was
pumped for this.

	"We're going to call the sequel to this 'Adam Conquers the White
House,' you running for President?" Brian laughed.

	Mark laughed with him. "That was fun, did I get carried away?"

	"No, not at all, you made them a part of all this, it was awesome."

	"Places, please," Tina yelled.

	Rick and Vera took their seats as Adam took up his spot at the
counter. This was an important scene; it would be the first time Adam
speaks a whole sentence. There were two ambient microphones overhead for
the background noise and he was wearing a wireless under the suit.

	The young man behind the counter was the real assistant manager of
the place; he knew his lines, as he must have spoken them a hundred times
today. Tina had selected him for his big brown eyes and clean face, the guy
was just a big boy, barely nineteen. He really didn't have to remember all
his lines, they were written on big white cue cards held by an assistant
standing over Adam's shoulder.

	"Camera run," Frank said. And the little two minute scene began in
rehearsal mode so the cameras could practice tracking.

	"Action," Alan yelled.

	Adam smiled and the young guy smiled back. "Welcome to McDonalds,
may I take your order?"

	Adam scanned the pictures across the big overhead board. "Hamburger
Meal number one." He said.

	"That's one Big Mac meal, what would you like to drink with that?"

	And then Adam began. "Hamburger
two...three...four...five...six...seven."

	"Um...you want those all as meals?"

	"Fries and Coke," Adam said. "Things go better with Coke."

	"That's seven meals and seven cokes, would you like to super size
that?"

	"No, I will come back for more if I am still hungry," Adam said.

	"You have enough here to feed an army," The counter man said.

	"Be Army Strong," Adam said.

	"Oh yeah, you eat all this and you will be strong."

	Several different hands placed the food out on three trays and
Adam's eyes got real big.

	"That will be thirty three seventy-nine," The counter man said.

	Adam looked down at the food and looked up. "I'll be back," He said
in his best Terminator imitation, and then he turned towards the table
where the Vernon's sat and walked over.

	"Thirty three seventy-nine...please," Adam said.

	"What did you buy, son?" Rick asked.

	"Hamburgers...enough for an army," Adam said.

	"That's nice dear, you must be hungry," Vera said.

	Rick pulled out his wallet and handed over the bills. Adam took the
money and went back to the counter. He stuck out his hand and the counter
man took the bills, handing Adam back his change.

	"Would you like some help with that?" The counter man asked.

	"No, I can eat it all myself," Adam said.

	"Cut," Alan yelled. "Get what you need Frank?"

	"Smooth," Frank replied. "Adam, when you take the money from Rick
will you turn your body a bit more to the right, the dolly is awfully close
to that table."

	"Done deal," Adam said.

	"OK, reset," Tina yelled.

	Props gave Rick his money back, and cleared the counter of the
food. The McDonalds employee wiped the stainless counter and dropped the
rag back underneath.

	"You did that real well," Mark said, looking at the guy's name tag
for the first time. "I'm glad they chose you, Robbie."

	"I never acted before, was it OK?" Robbie asked.

	"Top notch, now we do it for real...you nervous?"

	"Yes, my knees are shaking," Robbie admitted.

	"Set up," Frank called out.

	"OK, places," Tina yelled.

	Mark smiled at Robbie. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly."

	They both did it together and the guy relaxed as Mark became Adam
once again.

	"Action."

	Adam gave Robbie a wink, and young man smiled.

	"Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?"

	The scene ran flawlessly and when Alan yelled cut there was
applause from the crowd. Mark walked around the counter and gave Robbie a
hug.

	"Thanks, we did it," Mark said.

	"That's it?" Robbie asked.

	"Not quite, we have another scene at the table and then we're
done," Mark said. "But tell your friends to watch your big debut as an
actor next month, you rock." And then they shook hands.

	"Set up," Frank yelled and Mark hurried over to his seat at the
table. The plastic top was littered with hamburger boxes, French fries and
empty soda cups, assorted napkins and straws and finally the make up lady
appeared and smeared a bit of red makeup on Adam's mouth at the
corners. Props came next and sprinkled crumbs on the front of the space
suit.

	"Places," Tina yelled and the room became silent. "Don't forget to
talk people," She added, and the background chatter resumed.

	"Action," Alan yelled.

	"Did you get enough to eat, dear?" Vera asked.

	Adam burped into his fist and then smiled, "The hamburgers were
good, thank you."

	"Would you like some dessert?" Rick asked.

	"Dessert?" And Adam rubbed his stomach. "There's always room for
Jell-o...but can we go home now?"

	"Cut," Alan finally yelled, "That's it folks."

	The crowd applauded and Mark stood up, walking around the room
shaking hands until he came to the suits. Alan and Brian walked over just
in time to hear Mark say.

	"Lots of fun...now can I please have a hamburger?" Mark...playing
the kid once again.

	They all laughed and Mark stepped up to the counter and ordered a
Big Mac to go. They waved at the crowd outside as the crew hustled the
camera equipment out the side doors. Brian opened the limo doors and the
cast piled in, he took the last seat.

	"Anyone want this hamburger?" Mark asked.

	"But you ordered it," Vera said.

	"Brian won't let me eat this stuff, I did it for show," Mark
laughed, and gave Brian a wink.
	"What a schemer," Vera said.

	"So at least we get to go home now," Rick said.

	"Yeah," Mark sighed. "Are we there yet?" And they all laughed.

	The flight back was full of happy people, everyone could see the
pilot wrapping up in a few days and then the real work would begin. Mapping
out the first six episodes had been going on the whole time they were in
Nevada. The costumers had done their fittings, the house they would use for
the interior scenes was rearranged and the location neighborhood was all
ready to go.

	In using a real neighborhood and it's streets they gained a
financial savings by not having to build the darn place on some lot. But
each and every real person on the street had to agree and that gave them
some issues. Without a great deal of financial burden, the studio took over
the careful grooming of the yards and homes, it was hardly a subtle bribe,
but it worked.

	Most of these very real people would be off at work when the scenes
were shot, but some would still be there and Alan intended to use them to
advantage. A woman walking her dog, a man going to the mail box, even the
real mail delivery folks were brought into the scheme. Everything worked to
make the neighborhood look real.

	Brian had already placed a call into his friend Tim Real about the
possible security needs and had arranged for him to stop by and talk to
Rosie the evening they got back. Convincing her that Mark might need some
extra protection once the fans became aware of his existence was fairly
easy, meeting Tim would seal the deal.

	Of course that tied Rosie up so Mark told her he had to spend the
evening with Brian to go over the lines for the following day's shoot and
she had agreed. The boy was naked within two minutes of walking through the
door, and he stared at all the boxes stacked around the walls.

	"You are moving...you got the condo?" Mark asked.

	"Yup, the movers will be here Thursday. Then I'll be less than a
mile from your place," Brian replied. "We can ride in to work together."

	"I thought we'd have such different schedules," Mark said.

	"Not any more. I have meetings, workups and the shoot to attend,
you have school, shoots and scripting calls to make...seven in the morning
to nine at night for both of us I'm afraid."

	Mark groaned and fell back on the bed. "This is really happening; I
just hope all the fun doesn't go out of it."

	Brian sat down and stroked Mark's leg. "Sweetie, it will all be
hard work, but we're playing in the big time now, the rewards will be
greater. Let's just suppose 'Adam' takes off and runs until you're
eighteen, what would you like to do then? Because by then you'll pretty
much be able to write your own ticket."

	"I want to do films; do you think there will be parts for me?" Mark
asked.

	Brian chuckled. "Sweetie, by then people will be writing scripts
just so you can star in them. 'Adam' will only keep you busy for less than
half the year, you can work outside the television industry even now. Let
the show get out there and watch the offers come rolling in, everyone will
want Mark Harrison's name on their film."

	Mark smiled. "You always know how to make me happy."

	"Not always, but I try," Brian said.

	Mark sat up and slid Brian's shirt off, running his hand over the
hairs of his muscular chest. "I wonder when I'm gonna grow some hairs like
you?" Mark said.

	"When Mother Nature says you're ready...I just hope she lets you
stay like this a while so I can enjoy every inch of that smooth skin."

	Mark giggled as he reached for Brian's belt. "Oh yeah...we haven't
done that in a while. Let's go shower."

	And Brain washed Mark with the gentle bar of herbal soap which left
his skin tasting like lemons and mint. The boy got all boned up in the
shower, but Brian put him off, preferring to take Mark's suggestion...it
had been a while.

	With soft music playing and the lights down low, Brian began at
Mark's feet and slowly began to lick the boy's soft fragrant flesh. It had
been maybe the second or third time they had come over to Brian's condo
when Mark discovered the basket of scented soaps under the counter in the
bathroom. A gift from Brian's mother.

	Then of course they had to smell each and every bar in the
collection until Mark's nose came to the herbal bar and he cooed with
delight. And now once again Brian was going to lick every inch of the boy
until Mark virtually screamed for release, the method really turned him
on. He was such a glutton for punishment.

	But even as Brian licked his way up Mark's body he could sense the
changes maturity was bringing. The hairs on the boy's legs were a little
coarser, the soft downy fuzz giving way to real hairs as his skin follicles
aged. Mark's pubic bush had thickened but as yet his ball sac remained
hairless. In all, he was still the very essence of boyish delight.

	And then just to indulge himself with the pleasure, Brian grabbed
Mark's legs and flipped him over. The sight of those soft round globes
always gave Brian a thrill. A boy's ass always gave him such distinction,
and Brian was a connoisseur. For of all the boys he'd relished none had
offered him such delight, Mark's ass was something to be cherished.

	His tongue lapped up Mark's calf muscles and flowed across the back
of his thighs. Mark knew what was coming and spread his legs wide, opening
himself up for the assault of Brian's tongue. His cock was already so hard
it was uncomfortable to lie on, but as Brian's tongue swept up his inner
thigh Mark raised his rear end, spreading his butt cheeks for the moment he
so desired.

	And only wishing to prolong the boy's desire, Brian's tongue swept
right past the offering and his lips sucked on the rounded globes of Mark's
ass.

	"Oh Jeez," Mark groaned, "You are such a tease."

	"The impatience of youth," Brian chuckled, and he kept on licking.

	But as his tongue swept up the curve of Mark's spine, between his
shoulder blades and onto the base of the boy's neck, their bodies pressed
together, and their skins touched. Brian pressed down onto the smooth bed
of Mark's body. It was time, and Brian swept his tongue around and under
Mark's right ear as he leaned up to smell the boy's hair.

	Their bodies were in full contact now, Brian's hardness pressed
into the crease of Mark's ass like a heat seeking missile and the boy
bucked back up into him, wanting the contact, desiring it to be more.

	"Now, Brian...for God's sake...now," Mark groaned.

	He was hot...Brian could feel the heat as he pressed down, the
gentle contact melting them together as he slid into the boy. And the
insistent groans now turned into moans of pleasure from them both.

	Brian wanted to suckle the skin of that smooth neck, but he dared
not leave a mark or even a single blemish anywhere on that precious
body. Mark had left plenty of his own marks on places Brian could easily
hide, but they were there. Teeth marks on his nipples, suck marks on his
thighs and chest, the boy had thoroughly marked his territory.

	But penetration left no trace on flesh that was more than willing
to accept the intrusion, and so they fucked, made love...the words didn't
matter anymore. The joining left them both satisfied and only craving the
moment when they could do it yet again...and again.

	Rosie would never know. They would ride one another, seeking every
moment of pleasure their lithe young bodies could measure out. It was all
they ever wanted, it was what they desired. And now they were so adroit at
the moves, so practiced in such a few short months.

	Brian pushed himself in to the hilt and then rolled, his arms
clutching Mark's chest until the boy was on top. Mark sat up and pressed
down on Brian's thighs with his hands, taking his weight off as he turned
his body. And then he sat astride Brian's lap, the pressure in his gut
insistent and thrilling. It was Mark's favorite position...it was where
they had begun to learn the dance, and they both moved to the music playing
softly in the background.

	Now Mark could look down into Brian's eyes and not only feel the
love but see its effect on the man he cherished. For never in his wildest
imaginings could Mark have known how good, how wonderful loving someone
like this could be.

	If he could have expressed the words he would tell Brian a thousand
times a day that all he did was in support of this love. And the feeling of
elation swept through him, knowing he had always needed the love of a man
in his life. His patience had been rewarded a thousand times over.

	Their gaze never wavered, for Brian was just as besotted with the
boy, and as he gave up his gift into Mark, the favor was returned as the
boy's groans were quickly followed by strong spurts of youthful seed. Brian
could feel the heat on his skin as those drops sprayed his chest and
stomach. Yes, it had been too long since love had been this grand.