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fun_like_thatFor fuck's sake. I had this entry completely written. And then I hit something that made the browser go back and I lost it all. Mother fuck. Anyhoo.
Caps. The new show on here!, Dante's Cove. It's... bad. I won't deny it. From the writing to the plot to the acting to the way everyone has very, very shiny bodies and runs around a) in their underwear or b) naked. But it's also funny and it could possibly improve. It's like watching live action bad!fic so, w00t!
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QaF RPS
Prompts: 001. Beginnings, 021. Friends, 037. Sound, 087. Where?.
Pairing: Randy/Gale
Rating: 14A, at the very most.
Disclaimer: Oh, please. I don't know them, I'll never know them and if I did know them they'd hate me. A lot.
Author's Notes: My first bits of writing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100. Unbeta'd, off the cuff for the most part. They are posted in a sort of chronological order but definitely pre-Five.
Beginnings
September 20, 2000.
This might have been a bad idea.
Taking this role, while good for exposure (I'm playing a seventeen year-old twinkie looking to get his cherry popped by some thirty year-old manwhore, for crying out loud! Exposure is NOT a problem!), it's not exactly the theatre work I'm used to, either.
But it is a paying job and that's exactly what I need right now. If I'm lucky we'll get a couple seasons from this and I'll be able to do whatever I want during the hiatuses. This will be fine,I hope I'm sure.
I got settled into the apartment last week and then flew to Los Angeles for final meetings with the Showtime execs and whatnot. Tomorrow I'll go to the production offices and meet the rest of the people who have been cast so far. I say 'so far' because, even though we start filming next week, we have yet to cast Brian. As in the main character, the core of the pilot and show.
It'll all work out in the end. It will.
I knew this was a bad idea.
Sepetmber 22, 2000.
Everyone who's been cast seem great. Fun, easy-going and some of them have quite a bit of acting experience under their belt. Sharon Gless has been cast as the mother and Hal Sparks from those MTV 80's shows, or something, is playing Brian's best friend.
The Brian that we still don't have, that is.
I have no trouble with nudity or simulating sex (I think, anyway. The stage and the camera are two very, very different mediums, after all) but I'm going to be getting quite close to this guy over the next week, at the very minimum. Can we pull it off? Will we even have someone to BE Brian to pull it off?
Edited to add: I ran into Peter in the hotel, the guy who's playing Emmett on the show, and he told me that Ron and Dan were very excited this afternoon at the offices. Apparently they found some guy who's perfect for the role and he's interested but he's hesitating. At this point I just want someone- anyone- cast so I don't have to worry for the next three days over whether we'll be screwed before we even begin.
I should have stayed in the theatre.
September 23, 2000.
Apparently he took the job, this Gale Howard, or something like that. I admit, I went looking for some information on him online but I didn't find very much. Not even a picture, in fact.
But this guy's got balls, from what I hear went down between this guy and Ron and Dan, so that could go either way.
I'm not used to being this unsure about things.
September 25, 2000.
Well... the meeting went well. The execs loved us, made a few notes of what they wanted to see, what we had to do and so forth. And then Gale walked in. Gale Harold as Brian Kinney is genius casting. Gale Harold as Gale Harold, however- I'm so very, very in over my head with this whole thing.
I knew this was going to be a bad idea.
Friends
They became friends.
They discussed politics and went to movies and even went grocery shopping together a few times. Randy usually cooked Gale dinner once a week, and Gale would show up on Sunday mornings with bagels and cream cheese and two newspapers.
It didn't take them long to establish a comfortable routine outside of work, one that they both fell into easily and eagerly.
Randy was never sure when the turning point came. All he knew was that one night, while he was mashing potatoes for dinner by the stove as Gale set the table, that their conversation turned to private activities off set.
He mentioned a couple boyfriends that he'd had in the past and Gale had casually brought up a couple boyfriends that he'd apparently had.
Randy stopped mashing the potatoes but didn't turn around. "But I thought..."
He could almost feel Gale's shrug behind him. "Should I say something cliched like 'things aren't always as they seem' or just chalk it up to the head wanting what the head wants?"
Randy finally turned. "The head, Gale"? He rolled his eyes and laughed.
"I didn't say which one!"
"Oh, please," Randy snorted.
Gale never brought it up again and neither did Randy. They went on as normal, dinners and breakfasts and simulated sex in between. Randy pondered the discovery of Gale's not-so-straightness and Gale didn't give him an inch either way.
It didn't matter one way or another to Randy what way Gale pointed his compass but he never entertained the thought of it pointing at him. They were friends, after all.
Which is why when Gale kissed him over one of their Sunday breakfasts about a month later, everso casually, he was more than taken aback.
He asked Gale to grab the cream cheese from the counter before he sat down, barely looking up from his paper as he did. Gale brought it to him and stood by his chair, looking down at him until Randy finally looked up, confused.
"Wha-"
Gale leaned down and covered his mouth with his own, soft and sweet and truthfully, unlike any kiss Randy had ever had. Probably because this was the first time he'd ever been kissed, so off-guard, by a sort-of-straight, sort-of-gay man who was fast becoming one of his closest friends.
Randy didn't even have time to think about how to respond before it was over and Gale was pulling back, standing up stright and starting to turn away. Randy reached out and touched Gale's arm, brushed it with his fingertips and then let it fall back down to the table.
Gale sat down and opened his paper and after a few moments Randy did the same, his brow furrowed so much it almost hurt.
When Gale was ready to leave and they still hadn't said anything to each other, Randy walked him to the door. Gale turned before he opened it and looked at Randy.
"Sorry about that. I probably shouldn't have done it," Gale said, somewhat offhandedly but Randy could tell by the way Gale was looking anywhere but at him that he was worried.
"Probably not," Randy shrugged. Gale started to open the door. "Dinner on Tuesday, then?"
Gale looked back at him, surprised. "Uh, sure? Can I bring anything?"
"Rolls or something."
Gale nodded and started to leave but he stopped and looked back again. "Randy-"
"Gale, don't mention it. Really. It's okay," Randy smiled at him and held the door until Gale smiled back before he finally left. Randy closed it behind him and slumped back, letting out a deep breath.
"What are friends for?" he asked the silent apartment.
Sound
"Did you hear that?"
Randy's head shot up at the jingling sound, listening hard.
"You're beyond paranoid," Gale said from below him, tilting his head up to tongue one of Randy's nipples. Randy's eyes closed and he let out a quiet moan, his body relaxing as his hands tightened in the bedsheets. His hips started to move against Gale, very slowly and he could feel hands trailing down his back to his...
He heard it again.
"No, really, Gale!" he hissed, rolling off the other man quickly. "I swear, I hear something."
Gale sat up and tried to grab his hands tp pull him back down. "Randy, you live in an apartment building with hundreds of other people, all of which make noise and you hear it because you walls are thinner than my restraint right now."
"Just wait a second, I want to make sure that-"
They both heard the door open. A set of keys dropped onto the stand by the door, the thump of a suitcase or briefcase on the floor. The sound of Randy's heart beating so hard he thought he might throw up in his bed.
His damp, nearly-destroyed, sex-smelling bed. With Gale in it.
"Randy? Are you here?"
Gale actually did reach for the garbage can right then, alarmed by the way Randy's face paled so quickly but he was shoved out of the bed and onto the floor as Randy started tearing the sheets off the bed in a frenzy.
"Get up!" He hissed. "Get your fucking clothes on and hide!"
"Where?!" Gale hissed back, reaching for his pants, foregoing the underwear and not bothering to tell Randy that it was because he couldn't find them at the moment. He vaguely recalled them being thrown across the room behind the dresser.
Randy balled all the sheets together and shoved them at Gale who was still struggling to pull his shirt on and pushed him back towards the closet. The tiny closet that barely held all of Randy's clothes, let alone Gale and a set of sex-drenched sheets.
"What the fuck, Randy?" Gale managed to whisper harshly before he lost his balance and sat down awkwardly on a short stack of boxes in the closet.
"Just be quiet and I'll get you out as soon as I can," Randy told him and started to close the door. Gale's hand shot out and caught his arm.
"We don't have to do this," Gale told him quietly, staring hard into Randy's eyes.
Randy wavered for a moment.
"Randy? Are you home?"
He looked down at Gale with his mouth set in a hard line. "Yes, we do." The door was shut and Gale was left in the dark, holding a set of sheets that smelled like them just two minutes earlier.
He listened as Randy quickly threw a few stray things under the bed and pulled a spare blanket around himself, padding out to the hallway to greet Simon.
"Hey," Randy greeted him, breathless. He could hear them kiss, a smacking sound that he hated. "What are you doing here? I didn't think you could come this weekend."
"I changed my mind. Looked at the work I had to do and said fuck it. Besides, a lot of it is stuff that I can do here from email. So I thought I'd surprise you," Simon told him.
Gale could almost see the self-satisfied smile on his face, eager to please his wonderful, charming and devoted boyfriend. Gale almost snorted to himself.
"Well, I'm surprised," Randy managed to get out.
"What are you doing home in the middle of the day? I thought you were shooting today?
Actually, you don't look so good. Are you sick? Is that why you're home? You're all flushed and clammy."
Randy made a sound that Gale couldn't tell was a laugh or muffled sob. "Yeah, I wasn't feeling well when I woke up, soaked the sheets. I feel nauseous."
"I bet," Gale whispered to himself.
"Why don't you go take a shower and get cleaned up, you'll feel better. And I can make you some soup while you're in there," Simon offered.
"oh, I don't have any."
"I can run down to the store and get some then. I'll be back by the time you're done your shower. How about that?"
"That would be wonderful, thank you, Simon," Randy told him, relief in his voice.
As soon as Simon left Randy pulled the closet door open and ushered Gale out of his room.
He grabbed Gale's jacket from the hall closet and shoved it at him.
"Ran- Randy, wait!" Gale tried to slow him down for just a second.
"What, Gale?" Randy asked, still urging him toward the front door. "We were almost caught once, do you want to hang around for a second time?"
"Who says we have to be caught at all? Why not just tell Simon?"
"Tell him what, Gale?" Randy bit out. "That I've been sleeping around with my 'straight' costar? That while he's not here I'm with you? What the fuck Gale? You know you wouldn't do that because you're not out and you know I can't do it because-"
"Because why? Because you love him so much? Because you don't care for me?" Gale demanded.
"Just because, okay? I don't have time to justify this to you."
Gale jerked the front door open and stomped down the hallway, slamming against the stairwell door bar. Randy closed the door and slumped back against it, listening to his heart finally start slowing down. He wearily made his way to the bathroom and stood in the shower for a good half hour, wishing this day had never started.
Monday he and Gale didn't have any scenes together although they were both on set.
Different shooting schedules for the day kept them from seeing each other until the end of the day when they ran into each other outside the parking lot, getting ready to leave.
As soon as Gale saw Randy he started walking faster, getting his keys out of his pocket.
Randy caught up with him, rushing so the cold Toronto air stung his cheeks where his scarf didn't cover them.
"Gale, can we talk?" Randy asked.
"Now? You didn't want to talk on Friday, did you?"
"I couldn't talk then, and you know it, Gale!"
"Yeah, well I can't talk now," Gale told him and started walking again.
"Why not?" Randy pressed on.
"Because I don't fucking want to, Randy! It's the same goddamn thing over and over with you! I don't give a fuck about Simon, okay? I don't care if he knows! I'm getting to the point of where I don't care if you know, because you clearly don't get it anymore."
"Get what? Get what, Gale?"
"Exactly, Randy," Gale turned to leave again but stopped and looked back at him. "Look, just give me a few days, alright? This fucking sucks, Randy and I need some time to figure it all out."
Randy nodded. "Okay. I just- we're alright... right, Gale?"
Gale sighed. "Yeah, Randy. We're okay."
He did leave then, turning his back to Randy and walking away so his footsteps crunched in the packed snow, the sound fading away as Randy watched until he disappeared into the parking lot.
Where?
"Where are they again, Randy?" Gale called from the bedroom.
"They should be in the nightstand. If not there, then look under the bed," Randy yelled back from the kitchen, stirring the cream sauce so it wouldn't burn. He wanted to have a nice dinner with Gale for once, instead of ordering in or eating junk. As fun as licking chocolate syrup off Gale's back was...
He wasn't going there. Not right now, anyway.
"I can't find them," Gale yelled again.
"Check under the bed," Randy repeated. "If they aren't in the drawer they were probably kicked under the bed."
He grabbed a few spices and dashed them in without measuring. He quickly wiped his hands on the apron tied around his waist and grabbed the box of pasta, ready to dump some into the pot of boiling water.
"Randy," Gale called again.
"For fuck's sake Gale. They're in there somewhere, you just have to look!" Randy yelled back, rolling his eyes.
"Seriously, I can't find them. I'm looking everywhere and they've disappeared."
"Christ, Gale," Randy said to himself and turned the sauce down to a simmer. He muttered something about 'more trouble than he's worth' and set off down the hall to his bedroom to help Gale.
"I swear, I saw them this- Gale! You're not even looking!" Randy walked into his bedroom to find Gale sprawled on his bed, flipping through an issue of The New Yorker.
"I know," he replied casually, rolling off the bed. He held up a foil packet. "Cause I found them."
Randy rolled his eyes. "Where were they?"
"In the drawer," Gale flashed a grin.
"You're an asshole," Randy moved to go back to the kitchen but Gale reached out and snagged him by his apron strings.
"No, I'm horny," Gale told him as he turned him around and kissed him before he could protest.
"Dinner..." Randy whispered between kisses as his apron fell to the floor.
"Fuck it," Gale murmured back, his hands slipping under the hem of Randy's shirt.
Randy reached down and pulled the shirt over his head quickly. "Fuck me instead."
Later that night Randy tossed the burned white sauce, pot and all, into the garbage.
BIG DAMN TABLE.
~~~
Serenity for the last time tomorrow night and then I'll come home with a nice, shiny poster hot off the... poster case.
Caps. The new show on here!, Dante's Cove. It's... bad. I won't deny it. From the writing to the plot to the acting to the way everyone has very, very shiny bodies and runs around a) in their underwear or b) naked. But it's also funny and it could possibly improve. It's like watching live action bad!fic so, w00t!
* Uploaded to Megaupload/Yousendit but if they run out just let me know and I'll re-upload.
* Comment and CREDIT if taking/using.
* The biggie- NO HOTLINKING. Don't be a bastard and make me replace my sample caps with a bright and gaudy "I'm a thief, ask me how!" message.
I NO LONGER HAVE THESE CAPS. SORRY.
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WARNING! The zip contains caps of explicit gay/lesbian sex scenes and, obviously, nudity. Download at your own risk.
Megaupload//Yousendit ~ 19MB, 1042 caps.
QaF RPS
Prompts: 001. Beginnings, 021. Friends, 037. Sound, 087. Where?.
Pairing: Randy/Gale
Rating: 14A, at the very most.
Disclaimer: Oh, please. I don't know them, I'll never know them and if I did know them they'd hate me. A lot.
Author's Notes: My first bits of writing for
fanfic100. Unbeta'd, off the cuff for the most part. They are posted in a sort of chronological order but definitely pre-Five.Beginnings
September 20, 2000.
This might have been a bad idea.
Taking this role, while good for exposure (I'm playing a seventeen year-old twinkie looking to get his cherry popped by some thirty year-old manwhore, for crying out loud! Exposure is NOT a problem!), it's not exactly the theatre work I'm used to, either.
But it is a paying job and that's exactly what I need right now. If I'm lucky we'll get a couple seasons from this and I'll be able to do whatever I want during the hiatuses. This will be fine,
I got settled into the apartment last week and then flew to Los Angeles for final meetings with the Showtime execs and whatnot. Tomorrow I'll go to the production offices and meet the rest of the people who have been cast so far. I say 'so far' because, even though we start filming next week, we have yet to cast Brian. As in the main character, the core of the pilot and show.
It'll all work out in the end. It will.
I knew this was a bad idea.
Sepetmber 22, 2000.
Everyone who's been cast seem great. Fun, easy-going and some of them have quite a bit of acting experience under their belt. Sharon Gless has been cast as the mother and Hal Sparks from those MTV 80's shows, or something, is playing Brian's best friend.
The Brian that we still don't have, that is.
I have no trouble with nudity or simulating sex (I think, anyway. The stage and the camera are two very, very different mediums, after all) but I'm going to be getting quite close to this guy over the next week, at the very minimum. Can we pull it off? Will we even have someone to BE Brian to pull it off?
Edited to add: I ran into Peter in the hotel, the guy who's playing Emmett on the show, and he told me that Ron and Dan were very excited this afternoon at the offices. Apparently they found some guy who's perfect for the role and he's interested but he's hesitating. At this point I just want someone- anyone- cast so I don't have to worry for the next three days over whether we'll be screwed before we even begin.
I should have stayed in the theatre.
September 23, 2000.
Apparently he took the job, this Gale Howard, or something like that. I admit, I went looking for some information on him online but I didn't find very much. Not even a picture, in fact.
But this guy's got balls, from what I hear went down between this guy and Ron and Dan, so that could go either way.
I'm not used to being this unsure about things.
September 25, 2000.
Well... the meeting went well. The execs loved us, made a few notes of what they wanted to see, what we had to do and so forth. And then Gale walked in. Gale Harold as Brian Kinney is genius casting. Gale Harold as Gale Harold, however- I'm so very, very in over my head with this whole thing.
I knew this was going to be a bad idea.
Friends
They became friends.
They discussed politics and went to movies and even went grocery shopping together a few times. Randy usually cooked Gale dinner once a week, and Gale would show up on Sunday mornings with bagels and cream cheese and two newspapers.
It didn't take them long to establish a comfortable routine outside of work, one that they both fell into easily and eagerly.
Randy was never sure when the turning point came. All he knew was that one night, while he was mashing potatoes for dinner by the stove as Gale set the table, that their conversation turned to private activities off set.
He mentioned a couple boyfriends that he'd had in the past and Gale had casually brought up a couple boyfriends that he'd apparently had.
Randy stopped mashing the potatoes but didn't turn around. "But I thought..."
He could almost feel Gale's shrug behind him. "Should I say something cliched like 'things aren't always as they seem' or just chalk it up to the head wanting what the head wants?"
Randy finally turned. "The head, Gale"? He rolled his eyes and laughed.
"I didn't say which one!"
"Oh, please," Randy snorted.
Gale never brought it up again and neither did Randy. They went on as normal, dinners and breakfasts and simulated sex in between. Randy pondered the discovery of Gale's not-so-straightness and Gale didn't give him an inch either way.
It didn't matter one way or another to Randy what way Gale pointed his compass but he never entertained the thought of it pointing at him. They were friends, after all.
Which is why when Gale kissed him over one of their Sunday breakfasts about a month later, everso casually, he was more than taken aback.
He asked Gale to grab the cream cheese from the counter before he sat down, barely looking up from his paper as he did. Gale brought it to him and stood by his chair, looking down at him until Randy finally looked up, confused.
"Wha-"
Gale leaned down and covered his mouth with his own, soft and sweet and truthfully, unlike any kiss Randy had ever had. Probably because this was the first time he'd ever been kissed, so off-guard, by a sort-of-straight, sort-of-gay man who was fast becoming one of his closest friends.
Randy didn't even have time to think about how to respond before it was over and Gale was pulling back, standing up stright and starting to turn away. Randy reached out and touched Gale's arm, brushed it with his fingertips and then let it fall back down to the table.
Gale sat down and opened his paper and after a few moments Randy did the same, his brow furrowed so much it almost hurt.
When Gale was ready to leave and they still hadn't said anything to each other, Randy walked him to the door. Gale turned before he opened it and looked at Randy.
"Sorry about that. I probably shouldn't have done it," Gale said, somewhat offhandedly but Randy could tell by the way Gale was looking anywhere but at him that he was worried.
"Probably not," Randy shrugged. Gale started to open the door. "Dinner on Tuesday, then?"
Gale looked back at him, surprised. "Uh, sure? Can I bring anything?"
"Rolls or something."
Gale nodded and started to leave but he stopped and looked back again. "Randy-"
"Gale, don't mention it. Really. It's okay," Randy smiled at him and held the door until Gale smiled back before he finally left. Randy closed it behind him and slumped back, letting out a deep breath.
"What are friends for?" he asked the silent apartment.
Sound
"Did you hear that?"
Randy's head shot up at the jingling sound, listening hard.
"You're beyond paranoid," Gale said from below him, tilting his head up to tongue one of Randy's nipples. Randy's eyes closed and he let out a quiet moan, his body relaxing as his hands tightened in the bedsheets. His hips started to move against Gale, very slowly and he could feel hands trailing down his back to his...
He heard it again.
"No, really, Gale!" he hissed, rolling off the other man quickly. "I swear, I hear something."
Gale sat up and tried to grab his hands tp pull him back down. "Randy, you live in an apartment building with hundreds of other people, all of which make noise and you hear it because you walls are thinner than my restraint right now."
"Just wait a second, I want to make sure that-"
They both heard the door open. A set of keys dropped onto the stand by the door, the thump of a suitcase or briefcase on the floor. The sound of Randy's heart beating so hard he thought he might throw up in his bed.
His damp, nearly-destroyed, sex-smelling bed. With Gale in it.
"Randy? Are you here?"
Gale actually did reach for the garbage can right then, alarmed by the way Randy's face paled so quickly but he was shoved out of the bed and onto the floor as Randy started tearing the sheets off the bed in a frenzy.
"Get up!" He hissed. "Get your fucking clothes on and hide!"
"Where?!" Gale hissed back, reaching for his pants, foregoing the underwear and not bothering to tell Randy that it was because he couldn't find them at the moment. He vaguely recalled them being thrown across the room behind the dresser.
Randy balled all the sheets together and shoved them at Gale who was still struggling to pull his shirt on and pushed him back towards the closet. The tiny closet that barely held all of Randy's clothes, let alone Gale and a set of sex-drenched sheets.
"What the fuck, Randy?" Gale managed to whisper harshly before he lost his balance and sat down awkwardly on a short stack of boxes in the closet.
"Just be quiet and I'll get you out as soon as I can," Randy told him and started to close the door. Gale's hand shot out and caught his arm.
"We don't have to do this," Gale told him quietly, staring hard into Randy's eyes.
Randy wavered for a moment.
"Randy? Are you home?"
He looked down at Gale with his mouth set in a hard line. "Yes, we do." The door was shut and Gale was left in the dark, holding a set of sheets that smelled like them just two minutes earlier.
He listened as Randy quickly threw a few stray things under the bed and pulled a spare blanket around himself, padding out to the hallway to greet Simon.
"Hey," Randy greeted him, breathless. He could hear them kiss, a smacking sound that he hated. "What are you doing here? I didn't think you could come this weekend."
"I changed my mind. Looked at the work I had to do and said fuck it. Besides, a lot of it is stuff that I can do here from email. So I thought I'd surprise you," Simon told him.
Gale could almost see the self-satisfied smile on his face, eager to please his wonderful, charming and devoted boyfriend. Gale almost snorted to himself.
"Well, I'm surprised," Randy managed to get out.
"What are you doing home in the middle of the day? I thought you were shooting today?
Actually, you don't look so good. Are you sick? Is that why you're home? You're all flushed and clammy."
Randy made a sound that Gale couldn't tell was a laugh or muffled sob. "Yeah, I wasn't feeling well when I woke up, soaked the sheets. I feel nauseous."
"I bet," Gale whispered to himself.
"Why don't you go take a shower and get cleaned up, you'll feel better. And I can make you some soup while you're in there," Simon offered.
"oh, I don't have any."
"I can run down to the store and get some then. I'll be back by the time you're done your shower. How about that?"
"That would be wonderful, thank you, Simon," Randy told him, relief in his voice.
As soon as Simon left Randy pulled the closet door open and ushered Gale out of his room.
He grabbed Gale's jacket from the hall closet and shoved it at him.
"Ran- Randy, wait!" Gale tried to slow him down for just a second.
"What, Gale?" Randy asked, still urging him toward the front door. "We were almost caught once, do you want to hang around for a second time?"
"Who says we have to be caught at all? Why not just tell Simon?"
"Tell him what, Gale?" Randy bit out. "That I've been sleeping around with my 'straight' costar? That while he's not here I'm with you? What the fuck Gale? You know you wouldn't do that because you're not out and you know I can't do it because-"
"Because why? Because you love him so much? Because you don't care for me?" Gale demanded.
"Just because, okay? I don't have time to justify this to you."
Gale jerked the front door open and stomped down the hallway, slamming against the stairwell door bar. Randy closed the door and slumped back against it, listening to his heart finally start slowing down. He wearily made his way to the bathroom and stood in the shower for a good half hour, wishing this day had never started.
Monday he and Gale didn't have any scenes together although they were both on set.
Different shooting schedules for the day kept them from seeing each other until the end of the day when they ran into each other outside the parking lot, getting ready to leave.
As soon as Gale saw Randy he started walking faster, getting his keys out of his pocket.
Randy caught up with him, rushing so the cold Toronto air stung his cheeks where his scarf didn't cover them.
"Gale, can we talk?" Randy asked.
"Now? You didn't want to talk on Friday, did you?"
"I couldn't talk then, and you know it, Gale!"
"Yeah, well I can't talk now," Gale told him and started walking again.
"Why not?" Randy pressed on.
"Because I don't fucking want to, Randy! It's the same goddamn thing over and over with you! I don't give a fuck about Simon, okay? I don't care if he knows! I'm getting to the point of where I don't care if you know, because you clearly don't get it anymore."
"Get what? Get what, Gale?"
"Exactly, Randy," Gale turned to leave again but stopped and looked back at him. "Look, just give me a few days, alright? This fucking sucks, Randy and I need some time to figure it all out."
Randy nodded. "Okay. I just- we're alright... right, Gale?"
Gale sighed. "Yeah, Randy. We're okay."
He did leave then, turning his back to Randy and walking away so his footsteps crunched in the packed snow, the sound fading away as Randy watched until he disappeared into the parking lot.
Where?
"Where are they again, Randy?" Gale called from the bedroom.
"They should be in the nightstand. If not there, then look under the bed," Randy yelled back from the kitchen, stirring the cream sauce so it wouldn't burn. He wanted to have a nice dinner with Gale for once, instead of ordering in or eating junk. As fun as licking chocolate syrup off Gale's back was...
He wasn't going there. Not right now, anyway.
"I can't find them," Gale yelled again.
"Check under the bed," Randy repeated. "If they aren't in the drawer they were probably kicked under the bed."
He grabbed a few spices and dashed them in without measuring. He quickly wiped his hands on the apron tied around his waist and grabbed the box of pasta, ready to dump some into the pot of boiling water.
"Randy," Gale called again.
"For fuck's sake Gale. They're in there somewhere, you just have to look!" Randy yelled back, rolling his eyes.
"Seriously, I can't find them. I'm looking everywhere and they've disappeared."
"Christ, Gale," Randy said to himself and turned the sauce down to a simmer. He muttered something about 'more trouble than he's worth' and set off down the hall to his bedroom to help Gale.
"I swear, I saw them this- Gale! You're not even looking!" Randy walked into his bedroom to find Gale sprawled on his bed, flipping through an issue of The New Yorker.
"I know," he replied casually, rolling off the bed. He held up a foil packet. "Cause I found them."
Randy rolled his eyes. "Where were they?"
"In the drawer," Gale flashed a grin.
"You're an asshole," Randy moved to go back to the kitchen but Gale reached out and snagged him by his apron strings.
"No, I'm horny," Gale told him as he turned him around and kissed him before he could protest.
"Dinner..." Randy whispered between kisses as his apron fell to the floor.
"Fuck it," Gale murmured back, his hands slipping under the hem of Randy's shirt.
Randy reached down and pulled the shirt over his head quickly. "Fuck me instead."
Later that night Randy tossed the burned white sauce, pot and all, into the garbage.
BIG DAMN TABLE.
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Serenity for the last time tomorrow night and then I'll come home with a nice, shiny poster hot off the... poster case.
