Triciaqaf
Totally, 100% silly and fictional. And, um, smutty. I mean no disrespect to
the real people, this has nothing to do with them in any way.
NC-17
Set early S1 – pre-airing of the show.
Part 1
“This is so not a good idea, Gale.”
Gale laughs as he hands me another shot. “Sure it is.”
I shake my head at him, but somehow I slam back the burning alcohol anyway.
I know I’m going to regret this tomorrow, but Gale’s crooked smile and pointy
tooth are too much for a mere mortal to resist.
“You could have at least dressed for the occasion.” I look him up and down,
his denim shirt over his undershirt, a ratty sports jacket over that. All on
top of black pinstripe dress pants that would actually have looked nice, if
he’d had an ounce of fashion sense and paired them with a simple black sweater.
Brian he wasn’t, sartorially speaking.
He laughs again, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to upstage
you, Randy.” His teasing voice is far too close to my ear, his breath sending
a shiver down my spine. A shiver I know will go nowhere.
I push my glasses back up my nose and look around. The thumping dance music
is irritating, to say the least. I can feel the headache starting around my
temples.
“Ok, Gale, have you seen enough? Can we get out of here now?”
He doesn’t answer me, just keeps looking around with a goofy grin on his face.
Like a kid in a candy store, only this is a candy store he doesn’t want to buy
anything from. Not that he wouldn’t have his choice of candy here if he wanted
it.
I grimace at the sweaty twink who bumps me as he slams into the bar, bouncing
on the balls of his feet as he waits for some no doubt sickly-sweet cocktail.
“Jesus, Gale, don’t you get enough of this at work?”
He turns to me, flashing that slightly stoned smile. “It’s not the same,” he
shakes his head. “At work there’s no music, and it’s fucking cold. This is what
it’s supposed to be like, so I wanted to check it out. With you.” He smiles
at me without an ounce of sarcasm. I hate him so much.
He looks around again, oblivious to the guy beside him who is cruising him openly.
His arm slides down my back and his huge hand wraps around my waist, pulling
me into him. I stumble a bit. The guy cruising him looks at me disdainfully
and rolls his eyes, walking away.
I turn back to the bar and order another round. I am not dealing with this sober.
In my navy blue knit shirt, khakis and my glasses, I’m not exactly getting hit
on heavily here. Justin I’m not. What a pair we make.
I put down the shot glass after I drain it, and look up at Gale - why does he
have to be so tall? – and catch him looking at me funny.
“Wha..?” I start to ask, but his touch makes me jump before I can finish my
sentence. He pulls his thumb away from my lip, smiling, my skin burning.
“You spilled some,” he grins, sucking his thumb into his mouth as he turns back
to the dance floor. I resist the urge to bang my head on the bar.
“So is there a backroom here?” he asks, looking at me innocently. I choke on
my beer as I look at him.
“What?”
He laughs. “A backroom. You know, where gay men have anonymous sex?”
I look at him like he has three heads. There is no fucking way I’m going into
a backroom with him, especially not with this much alcohol in my system. Besides,
they probably don’t even have one here, it’s not like every gay club does. The
show takes a fair number of liberties with reality - what show doesn’t?
Before I can answer, Gale turns to the guy next to him, placing one of his perfect
hands on the guy’s arm. “Is there a backroom here?” He smiles sweetly, like
he’s asked where the bathroom is. The guy breaks into a wide grin, his eyes
traveling Gale’s body. “Yeah, there is. Want me to show you?”
Gale smiles wider, nodding. “Thanks, man, that’d be great!”
I look at him, my jaw falling open. Before I can say anything, Gale has started
to trot after the guy like a happy puppy. I look around, hoping someone else
can deal with this, but it’s just the two of us. Peter declined Gale’s request
to ‘check out the real gay scene’ with a laugh and a smirk to me. And it’s not
like Hal was coming with us. Thea would have come, but she had dinner plans.
I groan, heading after them with my heart sinking. This is not good. Worse than
not good. I look up, realizing I can’t see them ahead of me on the dance floor.
Shit. I hurry, searching for Gale’s head above the crowd. I can’t find him,
and I have no idea where the fucking backroom is. I whip around, hoping to see
him, but only bump into a tall, dark-haired guy with incredible grey eyes. He
smiles at me, one hand grabbing my arm to steady me.
“You ok?” he asks, with what I have to admit is a very fetching smile.
“Yeah, thanks. I’m, uh…” I twist my head to keep looking. Where the hell did
he go? “…looking for someone.”
He smiles again, his face moving close to mine. “I hope you just found him.”
His eyes travel down my chest, pausing below my waist before he looks back to
my face. I so do not have time to be cruised right now.
“Look, I need to find the backroom. Do you know where it is?” The words are
out of my mouth before I think about it.
He grins. “Yeah, I know where it is.” His smile is awfully nice. And hot.
But wait – I’m looking for Gale. So he can do what? Get sucked off in the backroom
while I watch? No, he wouldn’t do that – he’s straight. Be a voyeur and analyze
gay sex so he can bring more truth into his acting? Say or do something to make
me hard and then leave me to whack off at home, again?
I groan, closing my eyes to block out the nightmare forming in my brain. When
I open them, grey eyes is looking at me, waiting.
“Just show me where the backroom is, ok?”
He blinks slowly, smiling, and takes my hand, leading me across the dance floor.
It’s nothing like the set at Babylon. This backroom is much smaller, much dingier,
not at all seductive. Just one square room with shapes barely visible in the
darkness, the wet sounds of sex audible over the music. And the smell, god.
I blanch at the wall of sweat, semen and testosterone we walk through as we
enter. I’ll never get why people want to fuck here, when they could fuck somewhere
clean and comfortable.
How the hell am I going to find Gale? I have to look more closely at the couples
around me than I want to, but it’s too dark if I don’t.
“Gale?”
I hear his laugh, and head toward the sound. He’s standing by a wall, talking
to the guy he’d left with. The poor guy still doesn’t realize Gale isn’t going
to fuck him.
“Jesus, Gale!” I stop in front of him, my hands on my hips. He is such a child.
His face lights up in a most disturbing way when he sees me.
“Randy!” He reaches for me, pulling me firmly against him. I push back. I do
NOT need this, on top of everything else.
“Mmmm, Randy,” he laughs into my hair as he breathes me in. I refuse to do the
same, no matter how much better he smells than this room. Or how good his body
feels.
“Gale, shit. We have to go.”
I jump when grey eyes slides behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his
nose tickling the back of my neck. Warning bells start flashing like beacons
in my head.
Ok, that last shot was a very bad idea. Oh christ. Why are his hands so soft?
And why is Gale here again? Uh… that… that’s a very hard cock against my ass.
Walk away, Randy, just walk away.
My stupid legs aren’t listening, so I stand there while Gale stares at me and
the guy behind me slips his hands under my sweater, his hips swiveling slowly
against me.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. The trick’s hand is pushing into my
pants, and I can’t move to stop it. I make an embarrassing little squeak when
he reaches my cock. I see Gale look down, and when he looks back up at me I
don’t know what to make of his expression.
I feel hands pushing my pants lower, realize they’re sliding down my hips. I
try to grab them, but Gale’s hands are on my wrists suddenly. I look at him,
every nerve in my body freezing.
I can’t stop the groan when Gale holds my arms away from my body, staring at
me while the trick’s hands skim my hips, my pants falling away. Oh my god.
“Gale,” it’s barely a whisper, and I don’t even know if he heard me. He just
keeps staring and I’m afraid to blink.
When I feel hands turning me around, I stumble, my pants trapping my legs and
the alcohol in my blood making me dizzy. I have to stop this, but I can’t seem
to figure out how.
I hold my breath when Gale’s arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me against
his chest. I can’t look up at him over my shoulder, I just stand there, trying
not to lean back into him. I don’t want to know.
My gasp seems loud when the wetness touches my dick. I look down, seeing a flash
of smiling grey eyes before my knees start to buckle as he swallows me. Two
sets of hands hold me up. I feel like a rag doll, hanging in suspended animation.
I try not to enjoy it, but he’s too skilled and it’s been too long. His mouth
is warm and wet and he’s making little noises that hum over my dick and make
me shiver. I feel my hips move a little and he murmurs his appreciation, his
hands grasping my ass and helping me move. Shit.
I can’t breathe so I push Gale’s arms away, breaking their hold on my chest.
I feel him behind me but I can’t be touching him, not now, not like this.
He steps to the side, his hands pulling my shoulders back so I can lean against
the wall, and the trick on his knees follows without losing a beat. My head
hits the wall and I keep my eyes squeezed shut. Until I can’t, and then I look,
wincing at what I’ll see.
Gale’s standing beside me, his eyes intent on my face. When our eyes meet I
feel a shock whip through my body and I pump into the guy’s mouth harder than
I meant to, his gag overcome quickly.
Gale’s eyes drop to my crotch, and I can’t look away. I moan when he looks back
up at me. His eyes and his cheeks are darker. Fuck.
It feels like a train wreck and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t want
this, but it feels so good and why isn’t Gale leaving…
I’m getting close, I can feel it, and I don’t know what to do, so I close my
eyes and put my hands on my face. I’m afraid to touch anyone.
I feel something shift, and I open my eyes to see Gale’s hand on the trick’s
shoulder. My heart constricts and I hold my breath. I see Gale’s mouth move
but I have no idea what he said. The trick looks at him, and stands up, his
head dipping into Gale’s neck as Gale repeats whatever he said directly into
his ear. The trick looks at me and I want the floor to swallow me whole.
Then I’m confused because the trick steps closer to me, smiling, his mouth wet
and open and he leans forward, his lips brushing my neck. I look at Gale as
the trick slides down my body, and I really don’t know what’s going on, but
then they’re both moving me again, and I’m facing the wall now.
I struggle to turn around but Gale holds me there, and the trick drops to his
knees again, his hands warm and dry on my ass. I stutter out a gasp as his tongue
touches me, and I have to close my eyes because the look on Gale’s face is too
intense. But then I have to look again, and he’s watching the trick and his
face is so flushed I think I’m going to die. My eyes flutter shut as the trick’s
tongue moves slowly, teasing me.
When he starts to rim me in earnest, I push back into him, my resistance shattering
like glass. This is so weird I can’t even begin to process it, but my body is
too far gone to walk away from this much pleasure. Fuck Gale.
I brace my arms against the wall and grind back into the trick, arching my back.
He moans into me, his hands gripping my hips and his tongue pushing harder.
I know I’m a masochist when I open my eyes to look at Gale, wondering if he’s
even still here. He looks at me, his mouth open, his lips wet from his tongue
just sweeping over them.
“Feel good?”
His whisper breaks me. I can’t answer, I can only stare at him. He steps closer.
I watch as his mouth moves close, so close I can feel his breath.
“Randy...”
I close my eyes when he says my name, his voice so thick my cock weeps from
the sound of it.
I shake my head, the heat building in my body so badly that I don’t think I
can last. When I look again, Gale’s head is tipped down, his eyes closed. I’m
confused until I look down, gasping when I realize his hand is sliding into
his pants.
“Gale…” I can’t say anything other than his name, and his eyes flicker open,
his lids low as his hand starts to move.
The trick pauses, looking up, and I groan at the interruption. He reaches a
hand out to Gale’s leg, offering with his eyes. Gale looks at him, pushing his
hand away, and murmurs, “Get him off,” as he looks back at me.
My knees buckle and my head hits the wall with a thud. Gale holds my gaze as
the trick starts to lick me again, one hand snaking around to my cock. I whimper,
unable to look away from Gale’s face. I can’t watch him jerk off, it’s too much.
He’s just rubbing himself slowly, not really trying to get off, but even that
is more than I can bear to watch.
I need to take control of this, so I push back hard into the trick, sending
him back on his heels. I pull his hand off my cock and turn around.
“Get up,” I tell him, sounding more harsh than I mean. He grins, running his
hands up my legs and my chest as he follows my directions. He nuzzles his face
into my neck, kissing up to my ear. “You can pretend it’s him when you fuck
me,” he whispers into my ear, laughing softly.
I don’t respond, I just spin him around, pushing at his pants as he turns.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask him quickly. I can see Gale’s eyes widen out of
the corner of my eye. The trick reaches into his pocket, handing me a wrapped
square.
If Gale wants a little foray into anonymous gay sex, he’s going to get it.