QaF RPS: Five 4/8 - December
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fun_like_thatTitle: Five: December
Pairing: Randy/Gale
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know Randy or Gale. I've never seen filming. Gale's straight, Randy's gay. I'm going to hell. Let's dance!
Summary: "Are you waiting for some sort of sign to tell you what to do?" Peter asked impatiently.
Randy's doorbell rang.
A/N: I finished January and February last week, got a start on April and am now doubling back to take a stab at March. Things are coming together nicely, I think. Nothing like the impending due date of doom to make you want to do anything but that paper/studying/curling up in a ball on the floor whimpering.
I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to leave me a comment on the previous chapters so far. I suck at replying to a lot of my comments and I'm very sorry for that. I don't think I ever thought I'd actually post this when I started playing with the idea in my head so it means SO MUCH to me when people leave a comment. And syphilitic-ridden donkey cock comments are still accepted with much love. <3
Again, much love to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quackaddict for betaing this for me and for not sporking me when I was drunk on no sleep Monday night and I asked her to do it.
Previous Parts
September
October
November
December Mini-Soundtrack
Madonna- Secret [Edit]
Garbage- Milk (Massive Attack Very Rare Trance Mix)
Placebo- Pure Morning
"...Above all, have a very merry and safe Christmas and New Year! We can't wait to see you all after the holidays!" Dan and Ron were standing on a small riser giving a final toast to the cast and crew during their holiday wrap party. Everyone clapped and a general holiday cheer went up. Champagne was brought out and the sound of corks popping could be heard all around the room.
"What time does your flight leave for Atlanta again?" Randy asked Gale after they accepted glasses of champagne.
"Tomorrow around nine. As long as that storm doesn't snow me in. It would be a bitch to spend the night at the airport," Gale replied. "When are you leaving?"
"Probably Monday. Simon wanted me to come home tonight but I didn't want to rush around getting things done before now and then," Randy rolled his eyes. Truthfully he stuck around for Gale.
They hadn't actually reached any kind of decision but they were okay. Playing with fire, Randy knew. Subtle flirting, obvious looks and fleeting touches were a constant between them. They shared knowing smiles and ignored the rest. It was all they knew.
Randy couldn't help but shake his head to himself.
"What's that about?" Gale asked.
"Just thinking," Randy smiled at him and Gale nodded. He got it.
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"He was actually said yesterday he would hate to spend the night at the airport because of this storm," Randy laughed into the phone.
"Looks like he's in for a long, hard night then because all flights in and out of Pearson were canceled after mine took off. We were lucky to get off the ground, I guess," Peter replied, finally safe at home in Los Angeles. "Do you think he'd have his cell on?"
"Probably not. He hates leaving it on when it doesn't need to be," Randy stirred the pasta he was cooking on the stove.
"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of having a cell?"
"Tell that to Gale," Randy snorted.
"Did you guys get each other anything for Christmas?" Peter asked casually.
Randy rolled his eyes. "No, Peter. We're just friends."
Peter snorted. "You keep telling yourself that, Randy."
"Actually, we really are. Now we are, anyway. Things are different," Randy insisted.
"Different in that you really are just friends or you two are just pretending and it's killing you both?"
"Peter!" Randy slumped onto a stool in his kitchen. "I can't speak for Gale but I know I'm okay with where we are right now. I don't want to do anything that would ruin this balance we have here."
"Oh, my darling Randy. You two have never had balance," Peter laughed at him good-naturedly.
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked, genuinely confused.
"From the very first day you two have had this weird, dysfunctional relationship," Peter told him.
"Thanks, Peter," Randy replied dryly.
"You know what I mean. As out of the ordinary that your relationship has been, you two have always clicked, no matter what. You just fit. But you've never denied that before."
"I was never in a relationship before," Randy replied, referring to Simon.
"You've never almost ruined one of the best friendships you've had before, either," Peter said.
"I love Simon," Randy said insistently.
Peter was silent for a moment, contemplating if he should or not. "As much as you love Gale?"
Randy opened his mouth to- what? Protest? Agree? Flail wildly and sputter?
There it was. Love.
He was fucked.
"Why should I let myself get in over my head? Possibly ruin my life? And his? Why should I let this happen when it could burn out as quickly as it came?" Randy's voice rose as he spoke. He surprised himself when he slammed his hand down on the counter.
Peter laughed at him.
"God Randy! You're so angsty and tortured! How can you stand it?"
"Excuse me?" Randy asked, bewildered. He wasn't sure if he should be outraged, or chastised.
"You make this so hard. For yourself and Gale. And it's not fair for either of you. So what's stopping you? What's holding you back?" Peter pushed him. "Four and a half years is enough bullshitting around. This is the last season. If you don't act now you may never get a chance like this again."
His own argument thrown back in his face. Every defense, every reason, every shred of logic he'd tried to use- in vain.
He was really fucked.
"It's just too hard, Pete-," Randy started but was cut off.
"Don't try that fucking after school special, whiny, limp-dick excuse on me. This isn't hard. This is about you wanting Gale. You want him, go for him. I refuse to put up with you hemming and hawing until April over what you should do. This is it."
Randy blinked.
"Are you waiting for some sort of sign to tell you what to do?" Peter asked impatiently.
Randy's doorbell rang.
"Jesus fuck," Randy whispered. He got off his stool, turned off the stove and started for the door. "You watch that be Simon coming to take me back to New York early. I'll get you for this Peter."
Peter tried unsuccessfully to stifle his laughter.
Randy swore at him again.
"Just a second. I just need to see-" Randy told Peter as he opened the door, then stopped short.
"Randy?" Peter asked after a few moments of silence from the other end. "Is everything alright?"
"I have to go now," Randy told him quietly.
"What? Is it your sign?" Peter snorted.
"I think it might be." Randy hung up and left Peter staring at his phone, confused.
He thought about the weather back in Toronto and what Gale had said and smiled to himself as he hung up his phone.
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In the end he realized that he was never going to stand up to Gale if he pushed him. And here he was, standing on his doorstep and Randy felt like he would fall over at any moment from the force.
Randy watched him drop his carry-on bag and strip off all his winter gear. Neither of them spoke until Gale stood in front of him, his cheeks slightly windburned and his hands icy despite his heavy gloves.
"I didn't think you'd mind. I hate sleeping in airports, as you know," Gale said nonchalantly.
Randy swallowed. "Yeah, I know. I'll start some tea." He started back for the kitchen.
"Randy."
He stopped dead and knew Gale was right behind him before he turned. He let his eyes slowly drift upward until he finally met Gale's and he knew this was it.
He leaned up as Gale bent down and their lips touched, sparking urgency neither had expected. Randy wound his fingers in Gale's hair, almost roughly, and held him close. Their hands fumbled with each other and the buttons on their jeans as they struggled to get them open.
Randy didn't even flinch at Gale's cold fingers
"I'm...so very...very...fucked," Randy murmured, more to himself, between kisses.
"Not yet, you aren't," Gale pulled back slightly and grinned down at him. Randy grinned back at him and grabbed one of Gale's hands.
"Come on." He led him to his bedroom silently.
They undressed each other quickly and stretched out on Randy's bed together, kissing softly as their hands brushed up and down the other's body. Gale once complained about the streetlights that shone into Randy's room and how the other man hated shutting it out but tonight it fit.
Randy threw his left leg over Gale's hip and continued kissing, licking, sucking. He kept his eyes closed, losing himself in the feeling of them together. He realized he was fully hard as Gale pressed his body against him, their cocks rubbing against each other softly. He let out a moan and tilted his head back as Gale kissed his way down his throat, licking his Adam's apple. His hand crept down Randy's back to grab his ass, stroking down his back and over his cheeks, running a finger just there between them. Randy thrust his hips against Gale's, then pulled back and away from the other man's arms.
"Wha-" Randy cut Gale off by grasping his hard cock and stroking slowly. Gale's eyes fluttered shut and he groaned, then muttered, "Fuck."
"Yeah," Randy grinned down at him. He continued stroking with one hand while the other traced Gale's ribs and pecs. He flicked his nipples and felt Gale's cock jump in his hand. Be bent down and soothed it with his mouth, licking and sucking on one, then the other. He went back and forth quickly, then bit down on one lightly. Gale gasped and swore at him softly, his head rocking back and forth just a little. Randy moved to the other nipple and bit down again, this time harder. This earned him a playful smack on the ass from Gale and he laughed, the sound filling the room.
Randy straddled Gale's hips, one hand between them still fisting his cock at the same pace, occasionally rubbing his thumb over the head that Gale grunted at every time. Randy kissed his way down Gale's chest, over every rib and stopped at his belly button. He looked up and met Gale's eyes, staring back at him intently- hungrily. He winked and circled his tongue around his bellybutton a few times before dipping it in, played there for a few moments. Gale's jaw twitched slightly with impatience.
"After all this time you can still tease?" Gale asked, his voice rough.
"Making up for all the times I just fucked you senseless in my head over the past few months," Randy replied with an evil grin. Gale raised an eyebrow, then gasped as Randy trailed a finger along the sensitive line of his pubic bone. Randy did it again and loved the way Gale's legs twitched under him. He followed his finger with his tongue next, then blew on it to make it cool. Gale fought a shiver and shifted his hips.
"You're so hot," Randy whispered. "I'd forgotten how hot we are together."
Gale groaned and closed his eyes, licking his lips. Randy ducked his head and took the head of his cock in his mouth while Gale wasn't expecting it. He remembered this taste, the feeling of Gale in his mouth- all around him. Every thought of dragging Gale to a secluded corner somewhere on set came flooding back to him, wanting to break every rule he'd set for himself and say ‘fuck it' to it all.
A guy can only have so much willpower.
Gale's eyes popped back open and he watched Randy swirl his tongue around the head of his cock, then take him all into his mouth on the first try. He let out a shuddering sigh and his fingers made a spasm-like motion in his hair. Randy bobbed up and down on his cock a few times before deep throating him and swallowing twice. Gale was groaning out a few unintelligible swear words and his hips were rising off the bed slightly. Randy eased off his cock when he felt Gale getting too close.
He kissed the head lightly and crawled back up Gale's body and slumped on top of him, rubbing his face against his neck. He could feel the stubble there and loved the feeling, so much different than feeling it on set.
Gale kissed Randy hard, then tipped him off his chest and on the bed. He gently turned him over so he was on his stomach. Randy grabbed a pillow to lean on and let his legs fall apart. His raised his ass just a bit, knowing what was coming, and Gale laughed at him. He ran his hand down Randy's back and over his ass, taking in how smooth his skin was, how soft. He leaned over so his mouth was millimetres from Randy's ear.
"Your skin is so soft," he whispered. Randy closed his eyes and breathed in deep, breathed Gale in. "I've missed you."
Randy turned his head and brought a hand up to cup Gale's cheek. "I was stupid."
"I know," Gale whispered, then smiled gently. He brushed his lips across Randy's softly, then pulled back- everything that needed to be said just was.
Just like that, everything was back to normal but blindly different all at once.
Gale straddled Randy's back and traced random patterns on his back, following them with his tongue. Then he trailed down his spine to the top of his ass, much like their first scripted sex scene that was nowhere nearly as good as this.
Randy murmured to himself and felt his whole body flush as Gale's tongue dipped between his cheeks, his breath hot against his wet skin. Gale's hands were rhythmically rubbing and massaging his cheeks as he teased up and down his crack
He didn't waste any time. He tongued Randy's hole slowly at first, then moved faster and faster until he could feel Randy trembling under him. Randy made quiet, breathy moans, eyes closed with his own tongue licking reflexively across his lips in time with Gale.
"Who's teasing now?" he gasped as Gale's tongue started to push just inside, then backed off. He pushed in further a few times before pulling away and smoothing a hand down Randy's back and ass to calm him.
"Consider it payback," Gale replied softly, and started circling his puckered hole again with his tongue. He was rewarded with a gasp from Randy and continued, working around and around until Randy's hips were straining against his hands to move the same way.
"Fuck, Gale!" Randy gasped out and Gale pulled away completely. He stuck two fingers in his mouth and started sucking on them. Randy glanced back over his shoulder at him and circled his hips in Gale's face impatiently. He listened to the soft sucking noise Gale was making and felt his cock throb underneath his body.
He swallowed a groan and shuddered as he felt Gale part his cheeks again. One finger circled his hole carefully, delicately, then pushed inside slowly. Randy arched his body just a little, trying to rush the process but Gale wouldn't let him.
"Please?" He moaned. Gale thrust his finger in at a slow pace to let Randy adjust before slipping the second finger in without warning. Randy let out a quiet gasp and fell into the rhythm quickly. Once his hips started to meet his fingers more insistently Gale withdrew and carefully rolled Randy onto his back.
He kissed Randy hard, teeth clicking and tongues mashing before he jerked away and wrenched the bedside drawer open where Randy kept the lube and condoms. He fumbled in the drawer, and dropped a few rubbers clumsily on the floor before grabbing one and the tube. Randy ran his hand down Gale's back lazily, feeling the muscles move under his fingertips.
Randy ran his tongue along his lips and breathed heavily as he watched Gale roll the condom on and add a little lube, his hand reaching down to jerk his cock. Gale moved between his legs that Randy hooked his hands behind automatically to hold them up.
Gale opened his mouth but Randy beat him to it. "Yes. Fuck me, just like we've both been imagining. I want you hard and full in me. Fuck me, Gale."
And that was his undoing. His name said in that rough, sex-filled way that only Randy could say without sounding disgustingly crass.
He held his cock as he rubbed the head over Randy's hole a few times, then thrust forward just enough to ease in. Randy hissed at the intrusion and pushed out to make it easier. Gale's eyes caught Randy's and held them until his cock was completely buried in his ass.
Randy's mind went blank instantly, replaced only with this crystal clear image of Gale on top of him- his eyes dark and dilated, his mouth swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his tongue running across that full bottom lip. This one image would haunt him above all others.
Randy tried to hold Gale in him as he withdrew almost completely, painfully slow. Gale just grinned down at him and pushed forward quickly, starting a relentless pace of thrusting- in and out, hard and fast until the headboard started thumping against the wall. Randy wrapped his legs around Gale's hips and held on, rolling his hips up to meet Gale's. They panted and gasped; sucked on whatever available inch of skin they could get their lips on.
Randy didn't realize the ringing he heard wasn't in his head until Gale's thrusts faltered for a split second. He shook his head and stretched his arm out to blindly feel for the volume button on the phone. He hit ‘mute' and the ringing stopped, sending the caller to voice mail and filling the room with the sweaty, slippery sounds of two bodies slapping together, quick and hard.
Gale reached between them to fist Randy's cock, rubbing his thumb over the head just so he could hear Randy react even more vocally as he leaned down and buried his face in his neck. He heard him start to grunt out soft words under his breath between gasps, escalating quickly to moans interspersed with ‘fuck me' and ‘yes! Harder, Gale!' and ‘oh, fuck, yes'.
Gale angled his hips so his cock clipped Randy's prostate as he pounded his ass. Randy was digging his nails into Gale's back without even realizing it, nearly drawing blood and leaving long red marks that he knew he'd carry for a while. A Christmas gift, of sorts, he figured.
Randy was moving frantically now, losing all sense of rhythm. Gale made a few last, quick jerks on Randy's cock and gasped as he felt him come all over his hand, his ass spasming around his own cock- tight and hot all around him. His mouth dropped open and he heard himself gasp hoarsely as he buried himself in Randy's ass one last time. It felt like he was exploding all over and he could barely feel his body as his hips jerked and rocked involuntarily.
He realized he'd collapsed on top of Randy when he felt hands stroking up and down his back, smoothing over the half-moon marks and long red lines he left, marking him and loving it. He held the condom as he pulled out, listening to Randy's regretful sigh and offering one of his own. He tied it with a flourish that Randy huffed at and tossed it in the trash a few feet away, then turned back over and slumped back against him.
"I don't know if I should say anything but nothing seems right anyway," Randy said, tiredly, rubbing the nape of Gale's neck as he rested his head on his chest.
"Was it worth it?" Gale asked softly, accidentally hesitant.
Randy let out a laugh. "It will always be worth it. No matter how wrong it is."
"You think it was wrong?"
Randy really wanted to say yes. "No," he admitted. "Like I said, I was stupid."
"I know," Gale repeated, this time smugly and he hugged Randy closer to him. Randy rolled his eyes and pulled a blanket from the foot of the bed around them haphazardly before scrunching down beside Gale and closing his eyes.
When he opened them it was morning and Gale was gone.
Randy lay in bed for a while, listening to the silence, fighting a laugh that he thought was inappropriate, given what had happened. The sky was gray but the snow had stopped. Everything felt so close and comfortable again, finally, so he let it out.
It felt amazing.
He wrapped the blanket around himself and padded into the living room. Gale had left the clothes he'd had worn the night before in place of the carry-on he'd brought.
He picked up the phone to check his messages and walking to the kitchen to start some coffee. He noticed a note on the fridge in Gale's messy scrawl.
My plane is supposed to leave at nine so I had to get back. I left early and knew you wouldn't take kindly to being woken up. Wash my clothes for me, will you? I'll call you in a few days, see how things are. See you next year. Gale
Randy smiled and wished for a split second that things were different, that he was here and they – they...he didn't know how to finish that thought so used the phone to check his voice mail.
"Shit," he muttered to himself as he heard the one and only message.
Hey Randy, it's me. Don't know if the storm knocked out your power or if you're stranded somewhere but if you get this soon give me a call, let me know how you are. The cats miss you. I miss you and I'm looking forward to you coming home. There's a holiday get together being held by some people from the magazine that I said we'd probably be able to make next week, just a heads up. Give me a call. I love you.
Randy glanced between the phone and the note and decided to make some sort of New Years resolution about cheating on your boyfriend with the co-worker you'd already been fucking before meeting the boyfriend, then freaking out at not being able to fuck him anymore a year in the future and making him agree not to contact you before you throw all those rules out the window and resume fucking him anyway.
He was totally, utterly, amazingly fucked.
He re-read the note as he dialed the phone and was still smiling when the call was picked up at the other end.
"Morning Simon. I got your message..."
Continue to January.
Pairing: Randy/Gale
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know Randy or Gale. I've never seen filming. Gale's straight, Randy's gay. I'm going to hell. Let's dance!
Summary: "Are you waiting for some sort of sign to tell you what to do?" Peter asked impatiently.
Randy's doorbell rang.
A/N: I finished January and February last week, got a start on April and am now doubling back to take a stab at March. Things are coming together nicely, I think. Nothing like the impending due date of doom to make you want to do anything but that paper/studying/curling up in a ball on the floor whimpering.
I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to leave me a comment on the previous chapters so far. I suck at replying to a lot of my comments and I'm very sorry for that. I don't think I ever thought I'd actually post this when I started playing with the idea in my head so it means SO MUCH to me when people leave a comment. And syphilitic-ridden donkey cock comments are still accepted with much love. <3
Again, much love to
quackaddict for betaing this for me and for not sporking me when I was drunk on no sleep Monday night and I asked her to do it.Previous Parts
September
October
November
December Mini-Soundtrack
Madonna- Secret [Edit]
Garbage- Milk (Massive Attack Very Rare Trance Mix)
Placebo- Pure Morning
"...Above all, have a very merry and safe Christmas and New Year! We can't wait to see you all after the holidays!" Dan and Ron were standing on a small riser giving a final toast to the cast and crew during their holiday wrap party. Everyone clapped and a general holiday cheer went up. Champagne was brought out and the sound of corks popping could be heard all around the room.
"What time does your flight leave for Atlanta again?" Randy asked Gale after they accepted glasses of champagne.
"Tomorrow around nine. As long as that storm doesn't snow me in. It would be a bitch to spend the night at the airport," Gale replied. "When are you leaving?"
"Probably Monday. Simon wanted me to come home tonight but I didn't want to rush around getting things done before now and then," Randy rolled his eyes. Truthfully he stuck around for Gale.
They hadn't actually reached any kind of decision but they were okay. Playing with fire, Randy knew. Subtle flirting, obvious looks and fleeting touches were a constant between them. They shared knowing smiles and ignored the rest. It was all they knew.
Randy couldn't help but shake his head to himself.
"What's that about?" Gale asked.
"Just thinking," Randy smiled at him and Gale nodded. He got it.
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"He was actually said yesterday he would hate to spend the night at the airport because of this storm," Randy laughed into the phone.
"Looks like he's in for a long, hard night then because all flights in and out of Pearson were canceled after mine took off. We were lucky to get off the ground, I guess," Peter replied, finally safe at home in Los Angeles. "Do you think he'd have his cell on?"
"Probably not. He hates leaving it on when it doesn't need to be," Randy stirred the pasta he was cooking on the stove.
"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of having a cell?"
"Tell that to Gale," Randy snorted.
"Did you guys get each other anything for Christmas?" Peter asked casually.
Randy rolled his eyes. "No, Peter. We're just friends."
Peter snorted. "You keep telling yourself that, Randy."
"Actually, we really are. Now we are, anyway. Things are different," Randy insisted.
"Different in that you really are just friends or you two are just pretending and it's killing you both?"
"Peter!" Randy slumped onto a stool in his kitchen. "I can't speak for Gale but I know I'm okay with where we are right now. I don't want to do anything that would ruin this balance we have here."
"Oh, my darling Randy. You two have never had balance," Peter laughed at him good-naturedly.
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked, genuinely confused.
"From the very first day you two have had this weird, dysfunctional relationship," Peter told him.
"Thanks, Peter," Randy replied dryly.
"You know what I mean. As out of the ordinary that your relationship has been, you two have always clicked, no matter what. You just fit. But you've never denied that before."
"I was never in a relationship before," Randy replied, referring to Simon.
"You've never almost ruined one of the best friendships you've had before, either," Peter said.
"I love Simon," Randy said insistently.
Peter was silent for a moment, contemplating if he should or not. "As much as you love Gale?"
Randy opened his mouth to- what? Protest? Agree? Flail wildly and sputter?
There it was. Love.
He was fucked.
"Why should I let myself get in over my head? Possibly ruin my life? And his? Why should I let this happen when it could burn out as quickly as it came?" Randy's voice rose as he spoke. He surprised himself when he slammed his hand down on the counter.
Peter laughed at him.
"God Randy! You're so angsty and tortured! How can you stand it?"
"Excuse me?" Randy asked, bewildered. He wasn't sure if he should be outraged, or chastised.
"You make this so hard. For yourself and Gale. And it's not fair for either of you. So what's stopping you? What's holding you back?" Peter pushed him. "Four and a half years is enough bullshitting around. This is the last season. If you don't act now you may never get a chance like this again."
His own argument thrown back in his face. Every defense, every reason, every shred of logic he'd tried to use- in vain.
He was really fucked.
"It's just too hard, Pete-," Randy started but was cut off.
"Don't try that fucking after school special, whiny, limp-dick excuse on me. This isn't hard. This is about you wanting Gale. You want him, go for him. I refuse to put up with you hemming and hawing until April over what you should do. This is it."
Randy blinked.
"Are you waiting for some sort of sign to tell you what to do?" Peter asked impatiently.
Randy's doorbell rang.
"Jesus fuck," Randy whispered. He got off his stool, turned off the stove and started for the door. "You watch that be Simon coming to take me back to New York early. I'll get you for this Peter."
Peter tried unsuccessfully to stifle his laughter.
Randy swore at him again.
"Just a second. I just need to see-" Randy told Peter as he opened the door, then stopped short.
"Randy?" Peter asked after a few moments of silence from the other end. "Is everything alright?"
"I have to go now," Randy told him quietly.
"What? Is it your sign?" Peter snorted.
"I think it might be." Randy hung up and left Peter staring at his phone, confused.
He thought about the weather back in Toronto and what Gale had said and smiled to himself as he hung up his phone.
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In the end he realized that he was never going to stand up to Gale if he pushed him. And here he was, standing on his doorstep and Randy felt like he would fall over at any moment from the force.
Randy watched him drop his carry-on bag and strip off all his winter gear. Neither of them spoke until Gale stood in front of him, his cheeks slightly windburned and his hands icy despite his heavy gloves.
"I didn't think you'd mind. I hate sleeping in airports, as you know," Gale said nonchalantly.
Randy swallowed. "Yeah, I know. I'll start some tea." He started back for the kitchen.
"Randy."
He stopped dead and knew Gale was right behind him before he turned. He let his eyes slowly drift upward until he finally met Gale's and he knew this was it.
He leaned up as Gale bent down and their lips touched, sparking urgency neither had expected. Randy wound his fingers in Gale's hair, almost roughly, and held him close. Their hands fumbled with each other and the buttons on their jeans as they struggled to get them open.
Randy didn't even flinch at Gale's cold fingers
"I'm...so very...very...fucked," Randy murmured, more to himself, between kisses.
"Not yet, you aren't," Gale pulled back slightly and grinned down at him. Randy grinned back at him and grabbed one of Gale's hands.
"Come on." He led him to his bedroom silently.
They undressed each other quickly and stretched out on Randy's bed together, kissing softly as their hands brushed up and down the other's body. Gale once complained about the streetlights that shone into Randy's room and how the other man hated shutting it out but tonight it fit.
Randy threw his left leg over Gale's hip and continued kissing, licking, sucking. He kept his eyes closed, losing himself in the feeling of them together. He realized he was fully hard as Gale pressed his body against him, their cocks rubbing against each other softly. He let out a moan and tilted his head back as Gale kissed his way down his throat, licking his Adam's apple. His hand crept down Randy's back to grab his ass, stroking down his back and over his cheeks, running a finger just there between them. Randy thrust his hips against Gale's, then pulled back and away from the other man's arms.
"Wha-" Randy cut Gale off by grasping his hard cock and stroking slowly. Gale's eyes fluttered shut and he groaned, then muttered, "Fuck."
"Yeah," Randy grinned down at him. He continued stroking with one hand while the other traced Gale's ribs and pecs. He flicked his nipples and felt Gale's cock jump in his hand. Be bent down and soothed it with his mouth, licking and sucking on one, then the other. He went back and forth quickly, then bit down on one lightly. Gale gasped and swore at him softly, his head rocking back and forth just a little. Randy moved to the other nipple and bit down again, this time harder. This earned him a playful smack on the ass from Gale and he laughed, the sound filling the room.
Randy straddled Gale's hips, one hand between them still fisting his cock at the same pace, occasionally rubbing his thumb over the head that Gale grunted at every time. Randy kissed his way down Gale's chest, over every rib and stopped at his belly button. He looked up and met Gale's eyes, staring back at him intently- hungrily. He winked and circled his tongue around his bellybutton a few times before dipping it in, played there for a few moments. Gale's jaw twitched slightly with impatience.
"After all this time you can still tease?" Gale asked, his voice rough.
"Making up for all the times I just fucked you senseless in my head over the past few months," Randy replied with an evil grin. Gale raised an eyebrow, then gasped as Randy trailed a finger along the sensitive line of his pubic bone. Randy did it again and loved the way Gale's legs twitched under him. He followed his finger with his tongue next, then blew on it to make it cool. Gale fought a shiver and shifted his hips.
"You're so hot," Randy whispered. "I'd forgotten how hot we are together."
Gale groaned and closed his eyes, licking his lips. Randy ducked his head and took the head of his cock in his mouth while Gale wasn't expecting it. He remembered this taste, the feeling of Gale in his mouth- all around him. Every thought of dragging Gale to a secluded corner somewhere on set came flooding back to him, wanting to break every rule he'd set for himself and say ‘fuck it' to it all.
A guy can only have so much willpower.
Gale's eyes popped back open and he watched Randy swirl his tongue around the head of his cock, then take him all into his mouth on the first try. He let out a shuddering sigh and his fingers made a spasm-like motion in his hair. Randy bobbed up and down on his cock a few times before deep throating him and swallowing twice. Gale was groaning out a few unintelligible swear words and his hips were rising off the bed slightly. Randy eased off his cock when he felt Gale getting too close.
He kissed the head lightly and crawled back up Gale's body and slumped on top of him, rubbing his face against his neck. He could feel the stubble there and loved the feeling, so much different than feeling it on set.
Gale kissed Randy hard, then tipped him off his chest and on the bed. He gently turned him over so he was on his stomach. Randy grabbed a pillow to lean on and let his legs fall apart. His raised his ass just a bit, knowing what was coming, and Gale laughed at him. He ran his hand down Randy's back and over his ass, taking in how smooth his skin was, how soft. He leaned over so his mouth was millimetres from Randy's ear.
"Your skin is so soft," he whispered. Randy closed his eyes and breathed in deep, breathed Gale in. "I've missed you."
Randy turned his head and brought a hand up to cup Gale's cheek. "I was stupid."
"I know," Gale whispered, then smiled gently. He brushed his lips across Randy's softly, then pulled back- everything that needed to be said just was.
Just like that, everything was back to normal but blindly different all at once.
Gale straddled Randy's back and traced random patterns on his back, following them with his tongue. Then he trailed down his spine to the top of his ass, much like their first scripted sex scene that was nowhere nearly as good as this.
Randy murmured to himself and felt his whole body flush as Gale's tongue dipped between his cheeks, his breath hot against his wet skin. Gale's hands were rhythmically rubbing and massaging his cheeks as he teased up and down his crack
He didn't waste any time. He tongued Randy's hole slowly at first, then moved faster and faster until he could feel Randy trembling under him. Randy made quiet, breathy moans, eyes closed with his own tongue licking reflexively across his lips in time with Gale.
"Who's teasing now?" he gasped as Gale's tongue started to push just inside, then backed off. He pushed in further a few times before pulling away and smoothing a hand down Randy's back and ass to calm him.
"Consider it payback," Gale replied softly, and started circling his puckered hole again with his tongue. He was rewarded with a gasp from Randy and continued, working around and around until Randy's hips were straining against his hands to move the same way.
"Fuck, Gale!" Randy gasped out and Gale pulled away completely. He stuck two fingers in his mouth and started sucking on them. Randy glanced back over his shoulder at him and circled his hips in Gale's face impatiently. He listened to the soft sucking noise Gale was making and felt his cock throb underneath his body.
He swallowed a groan and shuddered as he felt Gale part his cheeks again. One finger circled his hole carefully, delicately, then pushed inside slowly. Randy arched his body just a little, trying to rush the process but Gale wouldn't let him.
"Please?" He moaned. Gale thrust his finger in at a slow pace to let Randy adjust before slipping the second finger in without warning. Randy let out a quiet gasp and fell into the rhythm quickly. Once his hips started to meet his fingers more insistently Gale withdrew and carefully rolled Randy onto his back.
He kissed Randy hard, teeth clicking and tongues mashing before he jerked away and wrenched the bedside drawer open where Randy kept the lube and condoms. He fumbled in the drawer, and dropped a few rubbers clumsily on the floor before grabbing one and the tube. Randy ran his hand down Gale's back lazily, feeling the muscles move under his fingertips.
Randy ran his tongue along his lips and breathed heavily as he watched Gale roll the condom on and add a little lube, his hand reaching down to jerk his cock. Gale moved between his legs that Randy hooked his hands behind automatically to hold them up.
Gale opened his mouth but Randy beat him to it. "Yes. Fuck me, just like we've both been imagining. I want you hard and full in me. Fuck me, Gale."
And that was his undoing. His name said in that rough, sex-filled way that only Randy could say without sounding disgustingly crass.
He held his cock as he rubbed the head over Randy's hole a few times, then thrust forward just enough to ease in. Randy hissed at the intrusion and pushed out to make it easier. Gale's eyes caught Randy's and held them until his cock was completely buried in his ass.
Randy's mind went blank instantly, replaced only with this crystal clear image of Gale on top of him- his eyes dark and dilated, his mouth swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his tongue running across that full bottom lip. This one image would haunt him above all others.
Randy tried to hold Gale in him as he withdrew almost completely, painfully slow. Gale just grinned down at him and pushed forward quickly, starting a relentless pace of thrusting- in and out, hard and fast until the headboard started thumping against the wall. Randy wrapped his legs around Gale's hips and held on, rolling his hips up to meet Gale's. They panted and gasped; sucked on whatever available inch of skin they could get their lips on.
Randy didn't realize the ringing he heard wasn't in his head until Gale's thrusts faltered for a split second. He shook his head and stretched his arm out to blindly feel for the volume button on the phone. He hit ‘mute' and the ringing stopped, sending the caller to voice mail and filling the room with the sweaty, slippery sounds of two bodies slapping together, quick and hard.
Gale reached between them to fist Randy's cock, rubbing his thumb over the head just so he could hear Randy react even more vocally as he leaned down and buried his face in his neck. He heard him start to grunt out soft words under his breath between gasps, escalating quickly to moans interspersed with ‘fuck me' and ‘yes! Harder, Gale!' and ‘oh, fuck, yes'.
Gale angled his hips so his cock clipped Randy's prostate as he pounded his ass. Randy was digging his nails into Gale's back without even realizing it, nearly drawing blood and leaving long red marks that he knew he'd carry for a while. A Christmas gift, of sorts, he figured.
Randy was moving frantically now, losing all sense of rhythm. Gale made a few last, quick jerks on Randy's cock and gasped as he felt him come all over his hand, his ass spasming around his own cock- tight and hot all around him. His mouth dropped open and he heard himself gasp hoarsely as he buried himself in Randy's ass one last time. It felt like he was exploding all over and he could barely feel his body as his hips jerked and rocked involuntarily.
He realized he'd collapsed on top of Randy when he felt hands stroking up and down his back, smoothing over the half-moon marks and long red lines he left, marking him and loving it. He held the condom as he pulled out, listening to Randy's regretful sigh and offering one of his own. He tied it with a flourish that Randy huffed at and tossed it in the trash a few feet away, then turned back over and slumped back against him.
"I don't know if I should say anything but nothing seems right anyway," Randy said, tiredly, rubbing the nape of Gale's neck as he rested his head on his chest.
"Was it worth it?" Gale asked softly, accidentally hesitant.
Randy let out a laugh. "It will always be worth it. No matter how wrong it is."
"You think it was wrong?"
Randy really wanted to say yes. "No," he admitted. "Like I said, I was stupid."
"I know," Gale repeated, this time smugly and he hugged Randy closer to him. Randy rolled his eyes and pulled a blanket from the foot of the bed around them haphazardly before scrunching down beside Gale and closing his eyes.
When he opened them it was morning and Gale was gone.
Randy lay in bed for a while, listening to the silence, fighting a laugh that he thought was inappropriate, given what had happened. The sky was gray but the snow had stopped. Everything felt so close and comfortable again, finally, so he let it out.
It felt amazing.
He wrapped the blanket around himself and padded into the living room. Gale had left the clothes he'd had worn the night before in place of the carry-on he'd brought.
He picked up the phone to check his messages and walking to the kitchen to start some coffee. He noticed a note on the fridge in Gale's messy scrawl.
My plane is supposed to leave at nine so I had to get back. I left early and knew you wouldn't take kindly to being woken up. Wash my clothes for me, will you? I'll call you in a few days, see how things are. See you next year. Gale
Randy smiled and wished for a split second that things were different, that he was here and they – they...he didn't know how to finish that thought so used the phone to check his voice mail.
"Shit," he muttered to himself as he heard the one and only message.
Hey Randy, it's me. Don't know if the storm knocked out your power or if you're stranded somewhere but if you get this soon give me a call, let me know how you are. The cats miss you. I miss you and I'm looking forward to you coming home. There's a holiday get together being held by some people from the magazine that I said we'd probably be able to make next week, just a heads up. Give me a call. I love you.
Randy glanced between the phone and the note and decided to make some sort of New Years resolution about cheating on your boyfriend with the co-worker you'd already been fucking before meeting the boyfriend, then freaking out at not being able to fuck him anymore a year in the future and making him agree not to contact you before you throw all those rules out the window and resume fucking him anyway.
He was totally, utterly, amazingly fucked.
He re-read the note as he dialed the phone and was still smiling when the call was picked up at the other end.
"Morning Simon. I got your message..."
Continue to January.
