Gale/Randy RPS
NC-17
“They say it’s your birthday, da-na-na-na-na. It’s my birthday too! Da-na-na-na-na!”
Gale’s drunk. Incredibly, incredibly drunk.
“Oh, shut up.” Randy’s also drunk, but not as drunk as Gale.
“They say it’s your birthday,” Gale continues, at the top of his lungs, from
his stool that sits at a beat up old bar in some dive outside of Toronto where
he’s taken his friend for his birthday.
“You know,” Gale slurs as he pontificates, “You never get to spend my birthday
with me ‘cause it’s in summer.”
“I spent your birthday with you this year, asshole. We went to Vegas,” Randy
rolls his eyes and takes a shot of tequila. He fuckin’ hates the stuff, but
loves licking salt off of Gale’s wrist. Which Gale only lets him do when he
is incredibly, incredibly drunk.
“Oooooh yeah!” Gale’s smile is wide, honest and incredible and that makes Randy
laugh.
“I swear to God,” the birthday boy mutters, “it is my fucking birthday and I
am going to have to drive you home!”
“Nournot,” Gale nearly falls off his stool, “Cab!” He screams the last bit as
if it is the best idea he’s ever had. It might be.
Randy nods, “Cab it is, drunk man.”
“No, no,” Gale’s eyes get wide, “You need to be way more drunk on your birthday.
Way more.”
Randy nods and orders two more shots of tequila from the very hot bartender
that he’d planned to take home before Gale got sloppy.
He drinks both shots, licking salt slicks from the inside of each of Gale’s
wrists as he goes. Gale giggles as Randy’s tongue swipes the sensitive skin.
Randy thinks the giggling is endearing.
**
“Goodbirday?” Gale slumps against Randy’s side.
Randy holds his friend up while they wait for the cab. Randy nods, “Good birthday.”
Gale nods and giggles. Gale only giggles when he’s incredibly, incredibly drunk.
They go back to Randy’s house because Randy’s place is nicer than Gale’s. Well,
maybe not nicer, but certainly cleaner.
Randy takes Gale’s clothes off, stopping at his underwear even though he knows
Gale is probably drunk enough to allow anything at the moment. When he tucks
Gale in he leans over to kiss Gale’s forehead and realizes that he himself is
really pretty incredibly drunk.
Gale pulls Randy down on top of him in that vulnerable moment and sticks his
tongue in Randy’s mouth.
They kiss for a long moment. It’s a little sloppy, but it makes Randy moan.
He’s kissed Gale a few times, but in innocent, platonic, non-sexual ways.
Randy pulls back to take a breath and to wrap his mind around what the fuck
is going on and as his eyes search the dark for Gale’s he hears a soft snore
begin.
“You have to fucking be kidding me,” he punches the mattress beside Gale’s head,
sighs, and rolls over. In two second Randy passes out beside his incredibly
drunk, incredibly beautiful, incredibly impossible friend.
**
Randy has dreams about Gale all the fucking time. When they started, about three
nights after he met Gale (many years ago), he was concerned. He hated that he
had a crush on his straight coworker and he hated that it might affect his performance
at work and thus get him fired from his first real job. In the end all it did
was fuel the fire between the two of them and make for even better television.
In Randy’s dreams Gale is always hanging out in Randy’s apartment doing typical
Gale things, drinking beer, smoking pot and talking nonsense. But unlike reality
(where Gale simply gets high and tipsy and goes home), in Randy’s dream Gale
sets his beer on the coffee table, drops to his knees, and sucks Randy’s dick.
Randy likes getting fucked better than getting a blowjob, so he’s not even sure
whey he’s so fixated on Gale sucking his dick, but he’s grown to love the dream.
Randy can feel the warmth envelope him as Gale’s tongue slides down his shaft
and his lips meet the base of his cock. His heart beats faster as Gale’s hands
roam his inner thighs and cup his balls.
“Fuck,” Randy mutters, loud enough to wake himself up. He hates that at 25,
no 26, he has nearly-wet dreams.
“Holy shit,” the realization that his dick is actually being sucked takes mere
moments to set in.
The sheets are all bunched at the foot of the bed and a very familiar brunet
head bobs over his crotch. Randy’s eyes tells him that this is what having your
dick sucked looks like and Randy’s insides tell him that his what having your
dick sucked feels like, and yet…he’s not sure it’s real.
He reaches down tentatively, mouth hanging open from the greatest shock of his
life, and cards his fingers through Gale’s hair. Gale’s lips temporarily leave
his dick as he smiles up at Randy. The site of his own hard dick leaning against
Gale’s cheek is enough to make him come, and he does.
Randy lays panting and motionless in the middle of his bed. He notes the sunlight
streaming in the windows, he realizes he must have slept all night. Slept until
Gale starting sucking his dick.
Gale just sucked his dick.
Randy opens his mouth only to have Gale’s tongue inserted in it.
Gales kisses him like he means it. And too many hours have passed for him to
be drunk anymore. After a few frozen moments Randy’s hands wrap around Gale’s
neck as he starts to give back what he’s getting.
When Randy’s hard again and ready to beg for something more, Gale pulls out
of the kiss and looks at him.
“I’m sorry I passed out.”
Randy blinks.
“I wanna make it up to you,” Gale whispers in this husky, sexy voice that Randy’s
never heard.
Randy shakes, he’s afraid he might come inappropriately. Again.
Gale’s tongue trails up Randy’s neck and gently over his jaw line. Gale’s teeth
nip Randy’s earlobe just before he mutters into Randy’s ear, “Let me fuck you.”
Randy shakes, he’s definitely going to come inappropriately.
Gale notices the shaking and strokes Randy’s stomach as he tickles Randy’s nipples
with a tongue Randy never realized was quite so talented.
“Hey, hey, what’s this?” Gale asks softly. Randy shrugs. And then he blushes.
And then he shrugs again. And then he shakes some more.
Gale chuckles and kisses a path down Randy’s abdomen and past his cock and over
a pale white thigh and past a bruised knee and down to five perfect toes. Randy
wonders if Gale will suck one. Gale doesn’t.
Gale does kiss the arch of his foot and run fingers over his heel before he
starts kissing up the other leg and up high on the inside of Randy’s thigh where
the skin is smooth and white and as flawless as bone china.
Gale laughs, “You’re so nervous.”
Randy’s embarrassed, but Gale’s right.
Randy sighs and meets Gale’s questioning eyes, “Yeah.”
Gale smiles, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Randy closes his eyes and sinks into the bed a little as he lets Gale
lap the tip of his dick and run a finger up inside of his ass.
Randy wonders if Gale’s actually straight.
Randy decides he doesn’t care.
When Gale pushes Randy’s thighs apart and lifts his ass, Randy opens his eyes
to watch the dick sliding into him. He particularly likes watching what’s attached
to the dick.
**
Randy’s had a thousand dreams where Gale’s sucking his dick and riding his ass
and biting his lips, but they pale in comparison to the reality. The reality
of Gale gripping his hips and breaking his skin and moaning into his mouth.
“God, come for me,” Gale begs as Randy arches and moans beneath him.
“Please,” Gale whispers into the moist, bruised skin at the base of Randy’s
neck.
Randy thinks if Gale just says one more thing this will all be over. But Randy
really doesn’t want it to be over.
Randy reaches up and covers Gale’s mouth his hand. Gale stops his insistent
thrusts and stares at Randy for a long minute.
Finally Randy laughs and takes his hand away, “You can’t talk, it’s gonna make
me come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Gale pants.
Randy shakes his head, “Wanna make it last.”
Gale starts thrusting again, “So you don’t want me to beg you to come?”
Gale starts to stroke Randy’s dick.
Randy shakes his head, “No, no…”
Gale leans in close to Randy’s face and lets his warm breath wash over Randy’s
lips and chin, “Let it go, come for me. C’mon.”
Randy’s back arches and his hisses through clenched teeth. He reaches up to
cover Gale’s mouth again only to have the inside of his palm licked, which really
tickles.
“Let’s run amuck,” is what Randy hears as Gale tries to talk through his hand.
“What?” Randy’s panting and ready to come and trying so hard not to.
“I said I love fucking you,” Gale grits out as his hips thrust and his back
arches.
“That’s it,” Gale reaches between them and grabs Randy’s dick, “C’mon, Randy,
come.”
Randy’s not sure if it’s the way Gale says his name or what but he does exactly
as instructed and tries very hard not to black out as he comes.
**
“They say it’s your birthday, da-na-na-na-na-na. It’s my birthday too!” Gale
shakes his ass as he scoops coffee into the French press that’s a permanent
fixture on Randy’s kitchen counter. Randy wraps his arms around Gale from behind
and kisses the smooth part of his back that stretches between his shoulder blades.
“I can’t believe you don’t have a Mr. Coffee or some shit, you’re so precious.”
Gale jumps to the side to avoid the smack to his bare ass that he knows is coming.
Randy’s too quick and pops him on his left cheek anyway. “Fuck you,” Randy laughs.
“Bet you’d love that,” Gale winks over his shoulder as he gets mugs from a high
shelf. He wonders idly how Randy can reach these without a step stool. He loves
that Randy’s kind of small.
Butterflies soar through Randy’s stomach in every direction, wings flapping
madly. Just the thought of having his way with Gale, just the thought…
Randy stares intently at the other man in the kitchen, sizing him up and trying
to break down the details of the last 24 hours. What started out as lunch at
their favorite Thai place ended up in a drunken bar crawl and a then a not-so-accidental
kiss that was finished with mind blowing sex at day break. It was all a little
too much to process at once.
“So we had a lot to drink last night,” Randy comments while retrieving the sugar
from his pantry.
“We did,” Gale nods, watching the water boil.
“And then you kissed me,” Randy glances sideways to see how Gale would react.
Gale nods again, “I did.”
“And then you sucked my dick,” Randy tries not to blush.
Gale nods again, “Yep.”
“And then you fucked me,” Randy is most certainly blushing now, but so is Gale.
“I do believe you have the order of events correct Mr. Harrison,” Gale finally
takes his eyes away from the coffee and turns them to Randy. “Don’t overanalyze,
I can hear the wheels turning in that head of yours already.”
Randy furrows his brow, “Don’t make light of this.” He’s quiet and serious.
It makes Gale’s stomach clench, “I’m not, God, sorry, I just, you know what
you do, you don’t need to do it to this. It was good…and it meant something.
Don’t get all weird about it.”
“I’m not getting weird!” Randy nearly stomps his foot.
Gale nods and presses the coffee, letting the rich, warm smell wash over him.
He’s had an addictive personality from the moment he left his mother’s womb,
from breast milk to hard liquor and many vices in between. Needing massive amounts
of coffee to function was no exception.
He sets two full mugs on the counter and then slings his arms over Randy’s shoulders
and gets very close to his face, “Did you like it?”
“Did I like it?” Randy is clearly confused.
“The sex, did you like it?”
Randy rolls his eyes, “Obviously.”
“You’re a good actor, you never know. So we’re good in bed and out of bed, we
should see where this goes.” Gale shrugs and moves away to pick up his coffee.
“See where this goes?” Randy squeaks out.
Gale nods, “Yeah, you want to, right?”
”I more than want to,” Randy nearly whispers.
Gale turns, hearing the disappointment in Randy’s voice. “What this?” He looks
at Randy. “I didn’t just announce that was some horrible mistake and storm out
of here. I’m trying to wrap my mind around being with you…you’re a guy and shit.
But, I wanna give it a try, so bear with me.”
Randy nods slowly. He wants to be understanding and compassionate and all those
other wonderful things, but really all he can think about is handcuffing Gale
to his bed to make sure he never leaves.
“Don’t give me that look like you want to lock me in a closet so I can’t get
away,” Gale sips his coffee, black and bitter.
Randy shakes his head, “How the fuck do you do that?”
”What?”
“Read my fucking mind!”
Gale laughs, “So you were thinking about locking me in a closet so you can have
your way with me when you want.”
“Chaining you to the bed actually,” Randy smiles.
Gale walks over and kisses Randy, it’s deep and sure and it makes Randy feel
better.
“Well, I’d need to get up to stretch my legs and take a piss once in a while,
but I’d be willing to give it a try.” Gale smiles and kisses Randy’s forehead.
“Yeah?” Randy laughs a little.
“Yeah,” Gale nods, “Let’s give it a try.”
“Okay, let’s give it a try.”
And suddenly Randy feels fucking incredible.
End
Feedback to throughthelens78@yahoo.com