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.
Thanks to plumsuede
for the beta. :)
Part 2
I slide the lubricated condom over my dick efficiently, happy to see I haven’t forgotten how from lack of recent practice. Gale’s watching intently, his hand rubbing in slow circles. His hips aren’t moving.
A stranger's hard, naked arm covers Gale’s, his hand moving to where Gale’s is, and I feel a sharp pinch in my chest. Gale doesn’t seem to notice, but then he turns his head and shakes it slowly at the guy, his other hand pushing him away. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
I try to pay attention to the guy under me, but I can’t stop looking at Gale. His eyes are all over me, skittish, roaming, like he doesn’t know where to let them rest.
I force my attention away from Gale, running my hands down the now bare back of the trick, feeling him arch under my touch. He looks over his shoulder, his eyes heavy as he looks down at my dick. He spreads his legs in invitation, motioning with his head.
God, I wasn’t planning to do this – to do this here of all places – but now that I’ve started I know I can’t stop. I nudge my dick forward, rubbing it up and down the guy’s crack until he’s moaning. I look at Gale and see his flushed face, his nervous eyes flicking back and forth between the trick’s face and my body.
Gale’s eyes widen as he watches the trick groan when I push into him, his hands coming back to my hips to pull me forward. I rock a little, waiting for the trick to breathe, and then push again. His back arches like a bow and I can’t help but reach my tongue out to trail down his spine. He grunts as I thrust, his hands flying back to the wall for support. He’s tight, and hot, and it feels like forever since I’ve done this. God, why have I waited this long?
The heat starts to pulse through me and the rhythm of fucking takes over. I hold his hips, angling my thrusts till I hear him moan. I do it again. I know I’m smiling, and I know I can’t look at Gale right now. I throw my head back, closing my eyes and letting my body get lost in this.
I almost jump out of my skin when I feel a hand on my back, and without opening my eyes I know it’s Gale’s hand. I try not to shake as he trails it lower, his fingertips brushing over my sweater so softly. I shake my head, no, no, Gale, not now, not here…
My thrusts get shallower as Gale’s hand moves – I can’t keep rocking back when his hand is going to be on my ass momentarily. My bare ass. The trick brings a hand to my hip to urge me on, but I’m slowing down, almost stopping. I look over my shoulder and Gale is standing there, his head down, studying me like my ass has the solution to world peace written on it.
He’s touched me before, intimately, but never like this. Never when I had my hard dick in someone’s ass, the sounds of sex all around us. Gale, don’t…
I accidentally bite my tongue when he places a tentative fingertip at the top of my crack. The trick has realized that Gale’s behind me, so he’s waiting and just circling his hips to keep some movement between us. Gale’s hand is paralyzing me, but the clenching on my dick is still sending the blood throbbing through me like the beat of the music outside.
I lose it when Gale’s finger starts to move lower, his panting breath in my ear as his finger brushes the edge of my well-rimmed hole.
“It’s so wet, Randy…”
I moan, my head falling forward as I start to move again, startling Gale a bit but eliciting a happy grunt from the trick. I can’t wait anymore. Gale steps back to the side, his hand on my lower back now, fingers under my sweater. I twitch when he pulls it away, trying to ignore the creeping feeling of panic settling under my skin. I don’t want him to go, but I can’t stop even if he does.
I feel a rush of heat whip through me when I realize Gale isn’t leaving, he’s leaning back against the wall beside us. His eyes are totally unreadable when he looks at me, but I feel an intense shiver flutter through me when I see his hand flatten on his belly. He keeps staring at me, his mouth opening as his hand slides slowly into his pants. I moan when he pushes the zipper down, shoving his underwear out of the way so he can pull his cock out. My eyes drop to his thick cock, and then fly back to his face – over and over, I can’t stop looking at both.
I’ve seen him naked, I know what his dick looks like. I’ve had it against my ass, my back, even my face. But it’s never been hard like this, and never bare like this, red and glistening and so hard it looks like his skin will tear.
It takes all of my willpower not to pull out of the trick and drop to my knees in front of Gale, the desire to taste him is so strong. We stare at each other as he starts to jack himself in earnest, little breaths puffing out of his mouth. Fuck.
I want to touch him but I can’t, so I concentrate on finishing this. The trick moans sharply when I reach around to his cock, my fingers sliding over the wet skin as I pump into his ass. I need him to come, because I’m not going to make it.
Gale’s body jerks when the guy shouts, his come splashing the wall in thick arcs. My head falls back, my hips pumping relentlessly, the clenching of his ass winding the intensity tighter and tighter until I feel it start, the shudders wracking my body as I come, my eyes locked on Gale’s.
I’m half-sobbing, half-laughing as I come down. Gale has stopped his hand, the gleaming head of his dick peeking above his fist. His breath is fast and harsh, and he’s staring at me like he just came, even though I know he didn’t.
I pull out, holding the condom until I can get rid of it. The trick stretches, running his hands through his hair as he turns around to look at me. He smiles, leaning forward. I’m a little startled when he kisses me because I’m still looking at Gale.
“That was hot,” the trick murmurs against my mouth, his hand in the center of my chest. I smile at him, dropping the condom on the floor after I tie it off. He turns to Gale, looking down at his still-hard cock.
“Want me to take care of that?” he asks with a grin. He steps a little closer to Gale, his hand now sliding up Gale’s chest. “Or I’d be happy to rim you too, if you want…”
Gale looks at him like he forgot he was there. He says nothing, but shakes his head. The guy shrugs, then motions to me with his head.
“He’s good. You should try it next time, rather than just watching.” He grins at both of us, then hitches up his pants as he walks away.
I have no idea what to do as we stand there, so I reach for my pants and tuck my dick back into them with shaky hands. I can’t look at him suddenly. A wave of embarrassment rushes over me, and I start thinking about how I’m going to explain to Ron and Dan that I can’t come back to work. Ever.
God, how could I do this? Bad enough to let Gale watch me fuck someone, but I know he saw everything in my eyes. He saw my need, my lust, the aching craving I have for him. My dick may have been in that guy, but I was fucking Gale. And he knows it.
I press the heel of my hand into my eye, hoping that the pressure will push the thoughts out of my head. I’m frozen where I stand, so I hope Gale will just walk away quietly and maybe we can pretend this never happened.
I jump when I feel his hand on mine, pulling my arm down from my face. I can’t look at him.
When I try to turn away, his arm comes around my waist, pulling me closer. I shake my head, my hands coming to his chest to push him away, but he’s stronger. I can’t bear his sympathy right now.
“Randy.”
His voice is quiet. I ignore him. He says it again, but now his lips are at my ear. I shiver despite myself. God-damn traitorous body.
“Randy…” his whisper sends a shudder right to my dick. God.
He says nothing as he starts to lead me out of the room. I let him push me, his arm still around my waist and the other half across my chest, like he’s my bodyguard and he’s shielding me as we walk through the crowd. I stagger with him, my heart aching as I focus on putting one foot in front of the other.
The cold air outside is a shock, and I shiver. Where’s my coat? Gale just wraps his arms around me, stepping us towards the curb and letting go only briefly to flag a cab. When he bundles me inside, I sit numbly, staring at my hands. This has gone so wrong, and I don’t know how to fix it.
I try not to want him next to me, not to feel the comfort of his leg against mine, and when he wraps his arms around me again, I really do try not to bury my face in his shoulder. He’s stroking my back softly, and I ignore the heat of his lips in my hair, my forehead. I keep my hands in my own lap, the sheer force of my will keeping them from burrowing under his jacket.
He pays the cab when it stops, and gets out with me. We’re in front of my apartment, and I feel the cab behind us, waiting for him like Charon’s boat on the river Styx. I mumble half-hearted thanks for getting me home and step away, the path to the front door longer and steeper than I remember it. He stands at the cab.
“Randy?”
I stop, afraid to turn around.
“Randy.” It’s quieter now.
“Can I come in?”
My heart freezes, and when it restarts, I’m sure he must be able to hear it. Everyone in the building must be able to hear it.
“What?” I turn slowly.
He has his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched against the cold. His face is… is… sheepish?
I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world.
I hurry back to him, waving the cab away. I grab his arm, pulling him behind me as I walk to my front door. I’ve been so worried about my embarrassment that I never thought about how he might feel. He’s probably totally freaked from his little journey into gay sex tonight, and I haven’t thought about anything but me. Christ. Some friend I am.
“Gale, shit. I’m sorry. I’m being an idiot. You must be totally weirded out, and I’m being a goof, and I should have thought about…”
I can’t say anything else because his mouth is on mine. I gasp into his mouth, my body bending backwards under him as his hands slide around my waist. He sucks the breath out of me, his kiss intense and demanding. I’m limp in his hands, my arms climbing to his neck as my fingers find his soft hair.
“Can we go inside?” his growl is rough against my mouth, and I realize with a shock that he’s hard against my leg.
I’m speechless, again, so he grabs the keys from my hand and unlocks the door. He holds it open, waiting for me to go first. I brush past him as I go through, the heat from his body sending a shiver down my spine.
He’s on me again in the elevator, his hands pushing under my sweater as he shoves me into the wall. I hold onto him weakly, sensation rushing over me so fast I can’t respond before his mouth has moved somewhere else. He bites my earlobe, his teeth scraping it repeatedly as his fingers fumble with the button of my pants.
“Jesus, Randy, were you going to send me home?” He licks under my ear and his voice is gravelly. “You fucking tease.”
I inhale sharply when he thrusts his thigh between my legs, his outside leg hooking behind mine to bend it forward. He bends his knees, grinding his cock against my thigh as his pushes up under my balls. I think I’m going to fall. Or maybe just come in my pants.
“I need to fuck you, Randy. Fuck that hot, wet, little ass of yours…” he humps my leg as he growls in my ear. My head falls back against the elevator wall and I know I’d have slid to the floor if his leg wasn’t holding me up.
He yanks me out of the elevator, his hands on my waist as he pushes me down the hall. I stagger to my door, unlocking it with trembling hands, barely catching my breath before he slams the door shut behind us.
I turn around when he hasn’t grabbed me as I expected, and my breath hitches at the sight of him. His hair is sticking up and his lips are dark and swollen, red blotches on his face from my stubble. His eyes are inky pools, staring right through me as he leans his long, hard body against the back of my door. I’ll jerk off with this image seared in my head for weeks to come.