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 4
There’s a long moment of silence that stretches out between us, only my heartbeat
pounding in my ears. I feel the shiver run down Gale’s back and it takes me
a few long seconds to realize he hasn’t said no.
The moan leaves my mouth before I can stop it. My voice is desperately breathy
when I say his name, my hands skimming the muscles in his back. He’s still on
top of me and I can feel his breath against my neck. I whisper his name in his
ear again, feel his hair tickle my lips. I’m going to need to relax him. I’m
going to need to relax myself. Holy shit.
“Gale, you don’t have any pot with you, do you?” I have to laugh when he looks
at me strangely, then nods.
“It would just… well… it would relax you. Relax me.” I laugh softly. I need
something to slow down my heart before it explodes.
“Ok.” He shrugs, then rolls over, reaching for his jacket. I watch him dig in
his pocket, producing a joint the size of my middle finger. Ok, maybe we don’t
need to be that relaxed.
I fumble for the lighter on the coffee table, dragging an ashtray closer to
the edge as he takes the lighter from me. I sit up, my back against the couch,
but he stays on his back, closing his eyes as he inhales the first drag.
He smiles when he catches me staring at his mouth a little too long, then hands
me the joint. He stretches out on my floor, naked, his long body taking up half
my living room rug. I cough around the burn in my throat, marvelling at his
body. Trying not to think about anything right now but his body.
I shift closer to him, lining my legs up beside his arm, his head by my hip.
I feel the pot start to tingle in my blood and I reach out for his hair, my
fingers brushing it to one side of his forehead. He turns his head towards me,
his eyes closed. I watch his utterly perfect mouth close around the joint again
and I feel a tug in my dick.
We sit in silence, the smoke filtering up to the ceiling. I’m fascinated by
his face and can’t stop staring. His eyes have been closed the whole time.
“Randy?” His voice startles me a bit. I think I’m high.
“Yeah,” I croak out.
“You gonna take off your clothes?”
He opens one eye, a smile creasing his face. I stare at him for a second, then
laugh. He sits up on one elbow, his long arm reaching across me to stub out
the joint in the ashtray. His hand stops on my thigh on the way back, and it’s
incredibly heavy and warm. I stare at it. He sits up a bit more, his hand sliding
up my leg, his head close to my chest.
“Cause I think this will go a lot smoother if we’re both naked.” I start
to laugh but it’s cut off by the feel of his hand cupping my dick through my
pants. Uh.
His head slides up my chest, his nose brushing my neck before his lips do. “Mmmm,
you smell good, Randy.” His voice is a warm breath against my neck. My head
falls back on the couch.
“Have I told you that you always smell good?” He nuzzles under my ear and I
make an embarrassing little sound.
I’m not sure if I’m supposed to respond to that, but I hope not because I can’t
while he’s licking me there. I jump when his hand slides under the waist of
my pants, his warm skin leaving a burning trail to my cock.
He makes a fist around the shaft, just stroking me lightly, but I have to bite
my lip to keep from gasping. His hand leaves my cock to peel my zipper down,
the small vibrating clicks loud in the quiet apartment.
When his hand leaves my zipper he cups my shoulder, pulling me towards him.
My back slides off the couch, curling towards the floor as his hand shifts down
my chest. I arch when his fingers crawl under my sweater, his slightly calloused
hands making every hair on my belly stand up. I help him pull it over my head,
the soft fabric brushing my face as his hands smooth down my bare chest. His
long fingers wrap around my sides and his thumbs almost touch in the center
of my body. My back arches again when he holds my waist, his thumbs rubbing
softly on my belly.
He keeps sliding his hands lower, pulling the stiff cotton of my pants as he
goes. I lift my hips to help, his fingers drifting to my back, cupping my ass
when it comes off the ground. My pants are tossed beside us and then he’s there,
all warm skin and hard steel and rough fingers, exploring me, covering me.
I moan, unable to do anything but lie still for his inspection, his soft breath
tickling my skin as he hovers over me.
He slides lower on my body, his legs folding under the coffee table. My fingernails
start to dig into the carpet fibers when his nose brushes my stomach. I don't
think I'm breathing.
"Gale, you don't have to..." I can't finish because his incredibly soft lips
are right over my cock, his breath moist and warm.
"Shhhh."
I moan when the breath of his command flickers over my cock, making it jerk.
I don't even let myself notice that he's inhaling deeply, his face just hovering,
breathing me in. Oh god.
The stubble on his chin touches me first, the prickly texture like sandpaper
on my shaft. I jump a little and he adjusts his head, tucking his chin up into
his chest. Then it's wet heat and his lips and his breath and I moan and oh
my god...
He takes me slowly, inching me into his mouth. I grip the rug so I won't push
into him, squeeze my eyes shut, pray for self-control. He slowly lets me slip
out of his mouth, the air cool and shivery over my wet skin. I don't want to
look at him, don't want to see the expression on his face.
My eyes fly open when he makes a little groan, his hands gripping my hips tightly
as he presses an open mouthed kiss to the bottom of my shaft. He mouths up the
shaft, his lips wet and so soft I want to cry. When he gets to the ridge around
the head, he hovers again, his breath making me shudder. His tongue laps so
painstakingly slowly up the center of the head that I arch into him before I
can stop myself. He laughs softly, the puff of air enflaming me even more. There
is no way I'm going to be able to do this and then fuck him.
I say his name more harshly than I mean as my hands find the back of his head,
winding in his hair. He looks up at me, his eyes calm and steady. When he realizes
I'm starting to pull him up, his brow creases a bit. I pull him up more firmly,
getting my hands under his arms and sliding him up me. He looks at me carefully.
"I can't, Gale." He keeps looking at me, his face instantly betraying his feelings.
Shit.
I brush my thumb across his cheek, kissing him gently. "I can't because I won't
be able to last if you do that. If you..."
He smiles slowly. "If I what, Randy..." he whispers against my mouth.
I look at him, smiling back. He knows exactly what I mean.
"If I suck your dick, Randy?" His voice is so soft it almost hides the
seductive tone. "If I take you into my mouth? My warm... wet… mouth?"
I moan into that warm, wet mouth.
"If I swirl my tongue over..."
"Ok, Gale, enough."
I try to breathe. He chuckles, nuzzling my ear. "Hmmm - like dirty talk, do
you Randy?"
I don't say anything. He keeps laughing softly. "That might be fun to remember
at work."
I stiffen a bit, the mention of work making my chest constrict. I'm trying not
to think about tomorrow.
"Fuck you," I mutter shakily, trying to keep my tone light.
"So you keep promising, Randy..."
I suck in a breath at that, my tension gone. I shove his shoulder, pushing him
onto his back. If the little shit wants to do this, then we're going to do this.
He grins slowly at me, raising his arms over his head as I climb on top of him.
I rake my eyes over his chest, shift my hips a bit on his thighs as I sit up.
"I need a condom, Gale."
He nods slowly, his eyes dark. I kiss him softly, then stand up, heading for
the bathroom. I come back as quickly as I can, hoping he’ll still be where I
left him.
I stop in the doorway when I see him, lying sprawled on my floor, one hand behind
his head, the other on his cock. His eyes are closed, so I stand there for a
second, watching him. He’s jerking himself slowly, not with any real purpose,
just enjoying the sensation of his hand.
I’m not sure I want to move when I could stand here all night and watch this.
Then I remember why I got up, and what I’m going to do, so I hurry back to him.
He opens his eyes lazily, smiling at me.
“Want me to finish that for you?” I grin at him, climbing back onto his legs.
He just smiles, putting both hands behind his head. “I want you to do whatever
you want to do to me.”
My breath hitches at the thought, and he notices. He blinks slowly, smiling.
“What do you want to do to me, Randy?” He’s grinning softly, but I can also
tell that he’s dripping onto his stomach.
I lean down so my head is near his, my hands running down the sides of his chest.
Our cocks bump and he twitches, so I rub myself against him until he moans.
We’re both dripping on his stomach now.
I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of him, letting the taste of his skin
seep into my tongue as I drag it down his neck. I know what I want, but I don’t
know if he’ll be ok with it. He arches his neck to give me more room, and I
can’t help but suck his skin into my mouth. I alternate pressing with my tongue
and sucking rhythmically, and he writhes under me, his hands holding my hips
tightly.
I move down his body, noting the deep red mark where I was sucking, pushing
away the thought that he’ll have some explaining to do in makeup tomorrow. I
keep licking and sucking little spots down his chest, feeling his wet dick brushing
my throat as I get lower. He’s breathing heavily, his hands petting whatever
part of me he can reach as I slide further down his body.
“I want to taste you, Gale.” My whisper is so throaty it startles me, but his
moan distracts me immediately. I slide my arms under his thighs, his knees bending.
He wants to know what this is like? I’m going to give him an experience he won’t
forget.
I kiss his dick as I brush over it, the skin hot and stretched tight, the vein
pulsing under my mouth. I keep going, rubbing my nose in his balls, hearing
his groan when I take one in my mouth. I suck softly, his back arching and his
knees lifting higher. His feet land on my back and he angles his hips up, his
knees falling out to the sides. I laugh a little. He’s so easy.
I do the same to the other one, his startled moan louder than before. Guess
he doesn’t get this kind of attention that often. I push his legs wider, settling
myself between them as I lower my head and lift his hips. He holds his breath
when I lick below his balls, his hands hitting the rug with a loud thud.
I shift my arms so my thumbs are under his ass, my hands holding his thighs
up. I pull him apart gently as I lick lower, his fingers curling into the rug,
scrunching it. I breathe on him slowly, letting the moist air from my mouth
tickle over his skin. I feel my cock pulse when his hole contracts from the
warm air, and I hover where I am for a long minute. He makes this low sound
in his throat, one hand leaving the mangled rug to reach for my hair. I smile
until his fingers twist in my hair the same way they were on the rug, and my
small yelp elicits a sheepish apology from him as he lifts his head to see what
he’s done.
He lowers his hand back to the rug, gripping it like before as he waits. I feel
a momentary twinge of guilt for stringing him out like this, but it’s quickly
replaced by the fierce need to make him writhe and moan.
When my tongue first touches him, his hips jerk so hard that I almost lose my
grip. I lay my tongue flat, licking a long stripe from as far down as I can
reach, all the way up to his balls. His “ahh…” makes my head swim.
I try to go slowly, but he’s bucking and pressing into me and he tastes so good
I feel drunk, so before I can think I’m eating him greedily, pulling him wide
so I can get deeper. He’s chanting something, and I think it’s “fuck, fuck,
fuck…” but I can’t make out much over the blood rushing in my veins. I’m only
distantly aware of anything other than the feel of him under my tongue, the
taste and smell of him pouring over me. I’m drowning in him and I don’t ever
want to surface for air.
“Randy. Fuck…” he pounds the floor with one fist and I realize it’s time to
get this show on the road. I pull away, his grunt indicating his displeasure.
I try to catch my breath, try to slow myself down so I won’t hurt him, won’t
take this too fast.
I roll the condom on my dick with shaky hands, then push against the back of
his knees with my hands. He lets me spread his legs, his knees shifting up to
his chest, my hands sliding up to his ankles. I look down, the sight of his
body open and waiting for me almost more than I can bear.
I reach for the lube I brought back from the bathroom, letting him hold his
legs where they are as I open the tube and coat my fingers liberally, adding
a large dollop to the tip of my index finger. He lifts his head to watch me
and I have to force myself to look away from his face.
I press against him gently, just swirling my finger, rubbing him softly. He
moans, his fingers tightening on the backs of his knees. I press a little harder,
feeling him hold his breath when I make the tiniest entrance into his body.
I run my other hand down the back of his thigh, soothing him. His head falls
back to the floor.
I push a little harder, gaining further entrance. I breathe through my nose,
trying to steady my pounding heart. My finger slips into him easily, his hole
loosened by my tongue already. I rock it a bit, feeling him clench around me.
When he’s more relaxed, I add another finger. Slowly.
He moans when I bend them slightly inside him, brushing against the swollen
tissue of his prostate. I do it a little harder and he arches, his hand slipping
off one leg as it falls to the floor. He reaches for it immediately so I help
him get a hold of it before I continue.
When my third finger is inside him he freezes for a second, so I stop moving.
Then he exhales and I feel him let go, so I wiggle my fingers a bit. He moans
and hitches his legs higher, opening himself more for me. I try to remember
to breathe.
I rock my fingers inside him gently, waiting until I feel him start to move
with me. I’m pretty sure he’s ready, and I’m afraid I’m going to come all over
his ass if I don’t do this now, so I pull my fingers out and wipe them on my
leg.
When he feels the head of my dick against his hole, he tenses again. I hold
onto his thighs as they wrap around my torso, then reach one hand to his cock.
I close my fist around it and stroke him a few times, watching the beads of
pre-cum form on the tip. If I could reach I’d lean forward and lick them off,
but his legs won’t bend that far forward so I content myself with spreading
them with my thumb.
I hold my cock with my other hand, rubbing it slowly up and down his crack.
When he’s lifting his hips and his fingers are scratching at my sides, I push
forward. It’s so tight I don’t know if he’ll let me in, so I wait, inching forward
as slowly as I can bear.
His cock softens in my hand as the widest part of the head passes through his
opening, but I keep moving forward slowly. I pull out a bit, then push forward
again. I hear him moan as I feel his cock jerk in my hand and I know he’s ok
now. I let go of his cock, needing both of my hands to hold his legs so I can
move him where I want him. I thrust into him, the heat flashing through me as
he engulfs me, my dick squeezed so tight I’m afraid I’ll come if he contracts
around me even the slightest bit. I feel him start to move but I grip his legs.
“Don’t, Gale!” I whisper harshly. “Don’t move.” It’s more of a moan than a command.
He reaches his hands to my shoulders, and I open my eyes to see him staring
at me.
“Feel good, Randy?” he whispers softly, a small grin on his face.
I can’t even respond, but I watch his mouth turn up at the corner as he rocks
his hips hard. I gasp, my cock throbbing inside him. I can’t speak.
He holds my stare as he does it again, but then his eyes close and he starts
to clench me so tight I want to scream. My fingers are digging white circles
into his legs and I’m biting a hole in my lower lip.
He thrusts once more into me, and I snap. I grab his legs, lifting them higher
and pushing them towards his chest at an angle that I know will make him ache
tomorrow, but I don’t care. If he wants to fucking taunt me, he’s going to reap
the rewards.
I pull back almost all the way, holding his legs up as I slam forward, pushing
the breath out of his body. He hiccups out a moan, his head arching back. I
grit my teeth, slamming into him again as the waves of pleasure travel from
my dick to the tips of my toes.
“Like that, Gale?” I growl. I hold his hips off the ground as I pummel him,
his moans ragged and broken. I’m barely holding on to my sanity, let alone my
orgasm.
“I think you like it rough, don’t you Gale?” His hands come to his face, covering
his eyes and his forehead, sweat dripping down the backs of his thighs.
I feel him jerking and my thrusts are getting uneven. “I think you like provoking
me, just to see what I’ll do to you.”
He moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he drops his hands. He lifts his
hips into every thrust, my knees burning from the rug. Makeup is going to kill
us tomorrow.
“Come, Gale.” My command is breathy, hoarse.
He brings one hand to his dick, pumping it intently. I feel his body start to
tighten, his back arching as I watch the spurts shoot from his cock. I close
my eyes as the contractions ripple over my dick, thrusting into him a final
few times before my own orgasm overtakes me, flashing white spots behind my
tightly closed eyelids.
…………………
I lie on top of him, my breathing slowly starting to come back to normal. He’s
warm, and strong, and the sweat from our bodies sticks us together but I don’t
care. I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be right now.
“So…?” I lean up on my elbows to look at him.
He opens his eyes slowly, one hand wiping his damp hair off his forehead, the
other swirling patterns on my back. His grin starts small but opens his mouth
wide until I have to kiss him again, my tongue hungry for more of his taste,
more of him.
“You could have been a little gentler for my first time, you know,” he teases.
I snort, pulling out of him gingerly as I hold onto the condom.
“Don’t get all straight guy on me, Gale.”
“What? I am a straight guy,” he protests, his fingers trailing down to my ass.
I laugh again, shaking my head. “I hate to break it to you, Gale, but you are
definitely not a straight guy. You might have been able to keep up that
delusion while you were fucking me – the idea of which is mind-boggling in itself
– but I’m afraid now you’re definitely on both sides of the fence.”
He laughs softly. “I guess you’re right,” he sighs, smiling. “Does this mean
you’ll fuck me whenever I want you to?” His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas
morning.
I bring my hand to his face, stroking his cheek. He’s so fucking sweet it makes
me want to cry.
And then fuck the shit out of him.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you. But it’ll be whenever I want,” I smile at his shudder,
“…and we aren’t going to any fucking gay clubs anymore. You know the only reason
we could get away with that was because the show hasn’t been released yet. And
we’re just lucky that no one at work has caught on yet…” I frown, the usual
fears creeping up on me again.
He smoothes his hand down my back, kissing my forehead.
“You worry too much.” He brings his other hand to my chin, tipping it up to
face him.
“It was so hot watching you fuck that guy,” he sighs into my mouth. I smile
despite myself. He stops kissing me and looks at me seriously.
“But I think you enjoyed that rim job a little too much, don’t you?”
I laugh, tucking my head into his shoulder, kissing the hard sinews of muscle
there. He’s so beautiful it takes my breath away, every time.
"Is that why you got all embarrassed when we got home - feeling bad that you
got off on public sex, huh? I told you you would..." he teases. His lips tickle
my ear. “And don’t think I didn’t notice how you reacted when I held your wrists
so that guy could strip you.”
I blush at the memory, grateful that he can’t see my face.
“I think you’re not as dom as you like to pretend you are.” His voice is soft
and smooth and dripping over me like melting chocolate.
“I think you’d like it if I took the lead – and I don’t just mean by being the
one to top you. I know you’ve let me do that because you didn’t want to push
me too far too fast.” I hear the emotion in his voice and I want to stroke his
face, but I keep my head tucked into his neck.
His voice gets lower again, flintier. “Maybe your little display tonight was
for my benefit – showing me what you like, what you want me to do…”
I chuckle softly into the curve of his neck before lifting my head. I stare
at him for a long moment, memorizing his long eyelashes, his imperfect eyebrows,
his beautiful nose. I try to push away the feelings welling in my chest because
I know there is no room for them here. Turning my co-star into a fuck buddy
was success enough, I don’t dare hope that it could be more.
He looks into my eyes for what feels like an eternity, but I can’t look away.
When he starts to push me off him, rolling us over so he’s on top of me, I have
to break his stare before it breaks my heart.
“Randy…” his voice is so soft I feel it seep under my skin, into my bones. It's
virtually impossible to resist him. I think his tattoo is there for his lovers
– so we can look at it while he touches us, to remind us to stay strong in the
face of his seemingly limitless charms.
“Let’s just sleep, Gale.” I hope my voice doesn’t sound as tremulous as I feel.
He wraps his arms around me, his leg curling over me too, folding me into him
like I could never have been a separate person in the first place.
His breathing is even and steady in my hair. I should probably get us off the
floor or we’ll end up sleeping here. Like last time, and I had a crick in my
neck for two days after that.
“Will you fuck me in the morning?” His voice is sleepy but still so sexy it
takes my breath away.
I laugh. “Yeah, I’ll fuck you in the morning.”
“Mmmm,” he murmurs against my skin. “And then I’ll make you breakfast. Did you
know I make great pancakes?” He’s getting sleepier every second.
“Yeah, Gale, I did…” I whisper.
End