Erin
Ah! Birthday fic! My darling Bethany (cheapfcuk)
is turning one year older and for that she deserves a story – or two.
B – I love you enough to give you RPS and QAF…now blow out your candles and
make a wish!
A disclaimer to the masses: I finished all of this at the crack of dawn, it
is completely and utterly unedited. The mistakes are likely horrid and I'm not
even sure if it all makes sense...proceed with caution.
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It’s all in your head
“Hello?” He holds his cell phone gingerly in his hand, he hates the thing. His
agent insists on it, which makes him hate it more.
“Hey.”
Gale’s voice is low and familiar as it floats over the phone lines. Randy closes
his eyes and wishes he hadn’t answered the phone, “Hey.”
He hears Gale move around for a minute. “So, you watch it?”
Randy turns off the television, as if Gale might see it through the phone. “No.”
“Liar!” Gale’s laugh washes over Randy. It feels warm and too familiar.
“We’re not going to have this conversation.” Randy leans back against the headboard.
“What conversation?”
“Fuck you!” It’s Randy’s turn to laugh.
Gale’s quiet a minute and then says, “And by this conversation I assume
you mean the one where I’m high and you’re drunk on fucking…absinthe or whatever
the fuck it is you drink and we pretend that we didn’t just watch that.”
“Where do you get this shit, the internet? I don’t drink absinthe.”
There’s a long pause and then suddenly they both laugh. “You do fucking so.”
Gale lights another joint. He had to get pretty fucking high to watch his own
show’s goodbye special (and goodbye special? come on) but he managed
to do just that.
He can hear glass clink on Randy’s end of the phone. He tries to not think about
how far apart they are, geographically or otherwise. Gale can count on one hand
the number of times they’ve spoken since they left Toronto six months ago.
Gale sighs and his voice gets quieter, “Yeah, pour yourself another drink, that’ll
help.”
“Fuck you, smoky. And it’s only vodka, won’t do much.”
“Mr. Harrison, I’ve seen you drunk…you’re a lightweight and it isn’t a pretty
sight.”
They laugh together again, Randy doesn’t tell Gale he’s on his fourth drink
and he is currently, most certainly, not a pretty sight.
Gale clears his throat, the silence has gone on a beat too long, “So what the
fuck is up with you?”
“Not much, I was going to call, but…”
Gale cuts him off, “Don’t do that. You know I hate that.” He inhales sharply,
holds the smoke in his lungs until it burns and his eyes water.
Randy swears his hotel room starts to smell like marijuana. He starts thinking
about the placebo effect and isn’t sure it applies here, but feels like it might.
He looks over at the bottle of absinthe on the night stand and curses it silently.
“Yeah, sorry,” he finally says in response to Gale. “So, um, I’m in LA.”
Gale sits up straight in bed, mutes the television he was still half-watching.
Sometimes conversation with Randy goes nowhere. “What?”
Gale’s heart beats faster and it makes him wonder if he’ll ever be able to not
have a reaction to Randy. He figures not.
“I, uh, have a thing, with a director. It’s a long story. I just got here yesterday…I
thought about calling you, but the timing seemed really weird with the final
airing today and shit. Sharon called me, Thea too. I think they’re really sad
we won’t be headed back to Toronto next month.” Randy trails off, Gale hears
the genuine confusion in his voice.
“I guess you’re not…sad I mean. I mean I know you’re not. Fuck, I’m high.”
Randy laughs, he feels like they’re on even ground again, “What’s new.” He pauses
for a long moment, takes a drink, “I’m not sad.” And he means it.
“Yeah, well, I think we were all painfully aware of your sweeping disdain for
all things Queer. Your comments on the special were…amusing.”
Randy lets out a cold laugh, “I wonder if Dan and Ron will ever see that whole
interview I did. They couldn’t use 90% of it. I was pretty cruel.”
“What’s new,” Gale inhales again.
“Gale,” Randy feels like he’s hurt his friend and that wasn’t his intention.
Quite the opposite. Gale Harold’s the only good thing he got out of that five
year nightmare. And really, even if things are fucked up between them right
now, he thinks it was worth it.
“Come over,” it’s out of Gale’s mouth before he can process the words. But once
he says it he figures he should make it seem intentional, “Bring your absinthe
and I’ll save you some weed.”
There’s a pause that stretches and mutates and gives them both too much time
to think.
Randy considers all the possible outcomes of them drunk together lying around
on Gale’s living room floor and reliving memories Randy’s been working to forget.
He finally answers, “Not such a good idea. Not tonight. But, uh, I’m here for
a week. Maybe we could have lunch?”
“Did you just ask me to lunch?” Gale relights the joint he’d stubbed out in
an effort to have some left when Randy came over.
Randy gives a nervous laugh, “I guess I did.”
“Fuck you,” Gale hangs up and stares at his cell phone for four or five puffs
before throwing it across the room.
**
When Randy calls back Gale’s phone goes straight to voicemail and he can’t fucking
believe the asshole turned it off after hanging up on him. He didn’t mean lunch
when he said lunch, he meant lunch.
He pours the half-empty bottle of absinthe in the toilet and curses when the
liquor and toilet water mix and splash up on him.
He goes back to the bed and picks up his phone, he wonders who the fuck will
know where Gale lives now.
**
Gale wakes up to a pounding in his head he can’t rationalize. He knows he had
a heavy dose of weed and a bit to drink but fuck. He sits up on the couch
and looks around, a moment later he realizes the pounding is not in his head
but at his front door.
He looks through the peep hole to find Randy in a hoodie and jeans on his front
doorstep.
He swings the door open, “Hey.”
It’s raining out and Randy’s wet and has his hands shoved in his pockets.
Randy flips the hood off his head and shakes like a dog to dislodge some of
the water coating his body. “Listen asshole, it just took me four strange phone
calls and the shittiest hour I’ve ever spent in a rental car to get here, so
I want an apology.”
Gale knows he just woke up, but he feels really, really confused. “What are
you doing here?”
“You hung up on me! And then I tried to call you back and you turned off your
fucking phone.”
Gale’s sort of starting to remember this now. He did ask Randy to come over
and Randy said they could do lunch and Gale threw his phone across the room
and…oh.
He starts to walk down the hall to his bedroom, Randy close on his heels.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
Gale doesn’t answer, but bends down and picks his cell up off the floor when
he gets to his room. The screen is blank and nothing happens when he presses
any of the buttons.
“Fuck,” he shakes the phone up and down and puts it to his ear like a child
would a broken toy.
Randy looks at him strangely, “What happened?”
“I broke it,” Gale shrugs and tosses the phone back to the floor. “Just as well,
no one called I ever wanted to talk to anyway.”
“I called,” Randy casts his eyes downward.
“Exactly,” Gale brushes against him on his way out of the room and Randy’s head
swims as the familiar scent of the other man engulfs him.
Randy quickly catches up to Gale, they’re in the kitchen now. Randy notices
for the first time this is a really nice house.
“Nice place,” he says sheepishly as he sits at the bar. Gale fixes a whiskey
neat and doesn’t offer Randy anything.
Randy figures that’s probably just as well.
“You’re a little shit, you know that?” Gale puts the empty glass in the sink
and sits beside Randy.
Randy nods, “Yeah, yeah I know.”
“Okay,” Gale nods.
“Okay?”
Gale smiles, “As long as you know.”
Randy laughs and the tension in his shoulders starts to seep away. They sit
in silence for a while just looking at one another. They both feel the loss
like it was yesterday.
“I miss you,” Randy finally mutters quietly, he looks down at his hands folded
in his lap.
“I miss you, too,” Gale uses a few fingers to gently tilt Randy’s face upwards
and their lips meet.
The kiss is soft and innocent and feels like home to them both.
“I just,” Randy sighs as they part, “I don’t know what I thought this would
be like, but it’s not what I expected.”
Gale nods, “I know what you mean.”
Randy looks at him inquisitively, “Do you?”
Gale laughs, “Of course. Who else would know better? That’s why I was so pissed
at you. We probably really need each other for the first time and you…”
“I’m sorry, I really am.” Randy takes a deep breath.
Gale watches him for a minute and then gives him a crooked grin, “Don’t be sorry,
just make it up to me.”
Randy’s eyebrows go up, “Make it up to you?”
Gale nods and then grabs Randy’s face. He kisses him hard, slips his tongue
into his mouth. Randy resists a moment, maybe two, and then starts to melt under
Gale’s touch.
They kiss for a long time, tongues pressing and teeth clinking and breath coming
in hard through their noses and out hot through their mouths.
“God,” Randy finally pulls away, wipes spit from his cheeks with the back of
his hand.
Gale pants, “Yeah.”
Randy lets out a small laugh as Gale pulls him back close again, “It’s hard
to deny it, isn’t it?”
Gale kisses him again, slow and sweet, “Impossible.”
Randy sighs as Gale nuzzles his neck and licks beneath his ear. He has to shake
himself out of a lust haze to speak again, “Listen, this is really complicated.”
Gale shakes his head, bites Randy’s neck lightly, “Sure is.”
Randy pauses and threads his fingers through the hair falling on Gale’s neck,
“I mean, I can’t be your fucking boyfriend or anything. I don’t even live here”
Gale leans forward and they kiss again. He whispers into Randy’s lips, “Nobody
asked you to.”
“Live here?” Randy’s confused.
Gale smiles, “Or be my boyfriend. You have a life, so do I. But we’re good at
this.” Gale kisses him again to illustrate his point. He pulls at Randy’s waist
and grinds their hips together. He swipes his tongue thoroughly over the inside
of Randy’s mouth and sucks at his tongue roughly then releases him. Randy’s
dazed and breathless, whatever he was going to say is forgotten.
“Come on,” Gale takes Randy’s hand and walks him back to the bedroom. Neither
of them notice the broken cell phone on the floor. That conversation seems like
it was a lifetime ago.
Randy feels like the world is moving slow. His limbs are heavy and his head
is pounding. He lets Gale undress him and push him back on the bed. He wants
this so bad, however wrong it is.
He watches Gale through glazed eyes as he undresses himself. He does it slowly,
but not for show. Gale never understood how beautiful he was. The power of his
sexual prowess is nearly lost on him. Ironic considering what he’s capable of
in character when the cameras are rolling. But in here it’s just Gale, and it’s
enough to take Randy’s breath away.
It’s been a long time since they’ve done this, years. It seems all new to them
both.
“C’mere,” Randy’s quiet as his hand reaches out. Gale turns from where he was
folding their clothes over a chair.
He lets Randy’s hand run over his hip and he feels the lust swell inside of
him. He pushes Randy back on the bed and climbs on top of him. They’re both
shaking a little, Gale wishes he were still high.
Gale runs his hand down the side of Randy’s face, kissing a trail along his
jaw and moving hair that’s gotten long again behind his ear.
He pulls away and looks at Randy for a long time, “Hi.” He smiles. Such a Gale
thing to do.
“Hi,” Randy smiles back and raises his head, trying to capture Gale’s lips again.
“You sure?” Gale says quietly as he drags his lips over Randy’s neck.
“Oh yeah,” Randy gasps when Gale’s hand flutters over his stomach.
Gale starts to kiss down Randy’s chest, he spends time on each nipple and traces
around the head of Randy’s cock with his left hand the entire time. Randy arches
up underneath him, whimpers and moans all the while. He was always vocal, Gale
likes that.
Randy’s dick isn’t the only one Gale’s ever sucked, but it’s the only one that
makes his mouth water. Gale loves the way it looks and feels and tastes. It’s
pink and clean and smells just right. Gale buries his nose between Randy’s legs
and inhales. Randy’s thigh fall open, but he blushes.
“Gale,” he tugs on Gale’s hair. He loves how hot it is to watch Gale’s face
trail all over his thighs and his balls breathing in his scent, but he’s gonna
come soon enough already. He’d prefer to do it in Gale’s mouth.
Gale finally looks up and smiles, taking Randy’s dick in his lips and sucking
hard. He gets just the reaction he was looking for.
“Fuck,” Randy’s hips come off the bed. He lets out a huge breath and grabs the
sheets. He twists the dry cotton in his hands, struggling to stay grounded.
When Gale pulls off and leaves just the swelled head of Randy’s cock in his
mouth, sucking hard continuously, and then works a spit-slicked finger inside
of him it’s all over.
Randy comes with a grunt and then slumps into the bed. His pale skin covered
in patches of red and his breath heaving in and out erratically.
Gale fumbles through the drawer in his night stand for a condom.
“Roll over and get ready,” as he stretches for the lube he feels Randy’s fingers
flitting over his ass.
“God I wanna rim you,” Randy says whistfully.
Gale laughs, “Just as soon as I fuck your brains out.”
Randy smiles and spreads his legs, “Come on then.”
Gale rolls the condom on and waits for Randy to turn over, when he realizes
he isn’t going to he puts Randy’s legs up on his shoulders.
“I like watching you,” Randy says in way of explanation.
If Gale wasn’t dying before, that did it. He pushes into Randy roughly, hardly
preparing him with two fingers for a few seconds first.
Randy winces and gasps and Gale immediately worries, but then Randy’s hands
are on his ass and he’s moaning for more. Gale’s body floods with relief and
he starts to move. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop at this point anyway.
As with every time before when they fuck it’s perfection. All teeth and tongues
and sweat and moans. Randy claws at Gale’s back, wonders if anyone will see
the marks. Gale sucks on Randy’s collarbone, proud of the purple bloom that
appears.
They whisper and rut and bite. Gale tells Randy he’s beautiful. Randy tells
Gale he’s perfect.
When they come they do it together and for a moment time is suspended.
As they come down Randy holds Gale inside and Gale complies. They lie in a heap
on wet sheets and breathe in synch as only lovers do. Randy hides his face in
the pillow as he thinks about how ruined he is for everyone else. Gale puts
his face in Randy’s neck and tries to memorize the way the moment feels and
smells.
When Gale’s asleep Randy leaves and in the morning Gale isn’t surprised to find
himself alone.
He stumbles to the bathroom, feeling the familiar ache of overused muscles that
he associates with Randy-sex. He finds a note on the bathroom mirror written
in lipstick (he wonders briefly whose lipstick it is).
I have my meeting early – hoping we could have lunch
Gale smiles and shakes his head. Randy better mean lunch and not lunch.
End
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