therapy boys iv (aww my first boyboy smut)

[wouldbedorothy]

Disclaimer:  Don't know Gale or Randy... if I did I could never write about them in this context, ahem... These are my own characterizations and not based on any real life status or events... It's *fiction*, baby!

Title: Therapy Boys, Part IV:  Making a Breakthrough
Author: AHS
Pairing: G/R
Rating: very much NC-17 (woohoo!)
Series/Sequel: part 4 of 4.5... There's an epilogue.
Summary: Set in 2006, a year post-filming.  Where we left off, the boys had just started getting smoochy, yay.  In this part... uh... that continues... a lot.  Around 4900 words, and I'd say 4000 of that is smut.  POV keeps alternating.
Warnings:  My first attempt ever at writing the boy-boy lovin', so... eek... but dammit I enjoyed myself!
Author's Notes:  I did not make up BttW.  Oh and freakykathad to take a break in the middle of reading, it's such a long scene, lol, so be warned and uh... sorry?

Part IV: Making a Breakthrough

Randy’s POV

I always imagined this. Years of fantasies, dreams, and even two-second flashes of what if? when he would lean in too close to say goodnight at the end of a long day’s shooting… In all these, I always saw the two of us crashing together like ocean waves. Wrestling, groping like teenagers. Out of control, at long last, desperate rush to fucking. Not so much because that’s how I wished it, but maybe because I thought that’s how it had to be… or else Gale would have a chance to change his mind. But now… I had no worries of that. He fucking loved me, and I knew we would be taking our time with each other.

Gale’s lips pushed and pulled at mine, nibbling and then sucking them into his mouth to soothe. His tongue, swirling the heat and the wet, made me dizzy, or else drunk. There had always been something vaguely alcoholic about Gale’s kisses, both in flavor and intoxication, even when he’d had nothing to drink. And now, even fighting through layers of cannabis and Crest, he still tasted like some sweet liquor to me.

Not that I’d ever truly experienced Gale’s kisses until this moment. I’d tasted him through Justin, kissing Brian, and I knew how good that was. Gale and Randy had kissed each other countless times, sure, but always very platonic, and basically closed-mouth. Maybe one or two of those kisses had gone on… just a little too long… but never anything we couldn’t play off. But this… oh my God… this was us and this was real and this was unfuckingbelievable. He licked the roof of my mouth and I grabbed a handful of his hair, making us both groan.

I don’t know at what point I ended up fully on top of him, but that position was not going to work. More like, it was working too damn well. We were both hard and knew it. Our thin layer of clothes did nothing to keep my erection from digging into his stomach or me from feeling the tip of him brushing against my sac. The temptation was strong to slide down… just so… and grind our cocks together until we both came in our pants. But then we really would be desperate teenagers, so instead I shifted, kneeling on the bed beside him.

Gale nearly whimpered at the loss. I quickly kissed his lips, then slowly his face… his cheeks, his jaw, nipped his chin lightly with my teeth. I pulled my shirt off over my head… his fingertips finding me and tickling a path down my bare skin at the first flash… and, happily, he leaned up so I could rid him of his shirt as well. Pushing him back down, I draped his beautiful torso with my naked chest, electrified at the contact and determined to claim every inch of Gale’s body as my own.

Gale’s POV

Christ… I never would have said my nipples were a big pleasure point for me… maybe because I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman give them more than a cursory lick… but now, fuck… I guess they are… I don’t know what Randy was doing to them… tonguing, tugging, licking, kissing, biting, breathing hot and cold… I swear, all at once… but it was fucking incredible.

I’d gotten glimpses of what this man could do to me for years, in scenes. But, whether long sequences mapped out for us, or the occasional, brief, improv’d bite or squeeze, they were just glimpses. As much as part of me had always been glad for any excuse to be that close to him, another part began to dread that closeness for the cruel tease that it was. I don’t think I took a hot shower once in at least the last three years I lived in Toronto. But now there was no holding back. And I knew Randy… He would give me everything he had to give.

I slid my hand along his side and down and around to his ass. I sank my fingers in under the curve, but the damn silk pants, while soft and sexy, were also slippery and totally in my way. I started pushing them down over his hips. When he felt it, he stopped working on me to help out, taking off the pants and with them the briefs underneath… throwing me a little grin as I drank in the sight of him. God, I already knew, but he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

He wouldn’t let me touch him, though. Not until I was naked, too… or so said that wicked grin. I lifted my hips without him asking and his grin widened, hands tugging flannel down my legs and away from my body. He responded to my post-shower lack of underwear by laying alongside me, wrapping his hand around my rigid cock, and whispering against my lips.

“I thought so.”

“I, uh… forgot to pack any,” I kidded shakily, trying to control myself with Randy’s hand on me. He wasn’t even stroking. Just holding, firmly, like he never wanted to let go.

“Likely story. But it more than works for me.”

He kissed me, and as our mouths consumed each other again, my hand found his and gently persuaded it away from my dick. Before he could look at me, hurt or confused, I pushed him to his back.

“Now… I haven’t done this in… fuck, sixteen years…” I laughed mirthlessly at how old that made me.

Randy’s eyes grew wide and excited hearing my words… and watching me move down his body. “Gale, you don’t have to…”

“Fuck yeah, I do. I’m not missing this.” Didn’t he know how long I’d been waiting for this? I flattened myself on my stomach on the bed, my hands on his thighs. “I’m just saying… once… sixteen years… Keep that in mind.”

“You’re not being graded,” he giggled. “Shit, Gale. I’m about to come just from how hot you look right now with your mouth so close to my dick.”

I opened my mouth some and leaned closer, not actually making contact, but feeling the shiver that went through his body. “C’mon, Rand. Make me work for it a little.”

“I’ll try,” he murmured. God, his voice was sexy. “But I might have to close my eyes.”

“No, no… Don’t do that.” I kept my eyes on his until I saw a promise in them. Even though I was kind of nervous, I felt like it was important for him to watch.

My hands crawled from his legs to his hips, holding on, and I lowered my head, torturing him at first… laying small, wet kisses on his inner thighs, all hard muscle and soft, porcelain skin. I moved slowly upward, my face hovering, resting in the thatch of pubic hair… breathing in his scent, masculine and perfect. My nose nudged his cock, just barely, and I listened to Randy’s breathing change.

Dipping my head down to his balls, I licked them, lapped at them, and found I liked the weight on my tongue. Soon I was sucking them into my mouth, rolling them, as I stroked his hipbones with my thumbs. He was making these little gasps and starting to squirm quite a bit, which made me feel good, as I hadn’t really even touched his cock yet.

I couldn’t remember any specifics from my one time doing this to call on, so at first I’d tried to think of things I’d liked whenever I had been blown. But as soon as Randy’s beautiful dick was in my mouth, I stopped thinking and just started doing what felt good.

I looked up at him as my tongue snaked around the head, checking that he was still watching. His mouth was open, his lips red from biting them, his skin flushed, and blue eyes never bluer or more focused on me. It was hot as hell to feel that, feel him seeing me push into the slit, lick his pre-cum and demand more. Seeing me unable to resist him any longer, and taking the shaft into my mouth… maybe tentatively at first, but only because of his size, which was well more than his petite body would have you believe.

My lips sealed tight around him, I slid down, and up, and farther down. I tried to take him in as much as I could. He was so hot and strong and pulsing, so Randy, against my tongue. I wanted to swallow him, but I knew I really didn’t have the skill. I felt his hand on my head, snagging my still damp hair… not so much guiding or asking for more as just needing something to hold on to. I got swept away in the sound of my name, falling from his mouth over and over, along with dirty words of encouragement… until I felt the tip of him bump the back of my throat. Involuntarily, I swallowed, and while not a true deep throat, the extra pressure was enough to finish Randy.

He tried to pull me back when he was about to come, but I only allowed it enough to keep from choking. If he thought I didn’t want him to come in my mouth, he was crazy. I kept going… sucking harder, flexing my cheeks… my hand lightly pressing his abdomen… until his hips bucked and he shot down my throat. His cry was deep and true, and I wrapped my arms around his backside and held him to me, drinking the warm, salty spurt, some spilling over my lips. Not embarrassed at all to have his cum on me, or of the fact that I was licking it up. I’d sampled my own before and not been impressed, but fuck if Randy wasn’t to be craved.

I watched him drifting slowly back to earth and loved him so entirely. His legs splayed open, one hand lazily rubbing his chest, eyelids heavy with satisfaction. So beautifully open. I’ve always admired that quality in him in life. He’s a private person, but something about his heart is completely laid bare, both with the people who are important to him and in his acting. I knew I was a lucky son of a bitch to experience him this way, too.

I felt an urgent tug on my hair then, Randy pulling me up to kiss me… and kiss me… and kiss me. I think he liked me tasting like him. His breathing was still a little labored.

“Fuck, Gale…”

Randy’s POV

“If I’d known… Shit, I… That was…”

“A brain scrambler?” Gale laughed.

“To say the least… Oh my God…” He still had a dot of my cum on his chin. I kissed it away, holding my face to his, smelling how delicious my aftershave was on him mixed with my sex. “I’m a little jealous now, I think.”

“Jealous? Of…?”

“That guy. I don’t care if it was sixteen years ago. I can’t think about you doing what you just did to anyone but me.”

“Trust me, Rand. It wasn’t anything like that.”

“No?”

“Fuck no. I was a kid, didn’t know what I was doing, I was drunk… and the guy was good-looking, I think, but I hardly knew him and it was a dare. It wasn’t something I’d been wanting and dreaming about doing for six years. Only you could have inspired that out of me.”

“Oh,” I whispered, still amazed.

“And I spit… you know, back then.”

I smiled shyly, then… less shyly… told him to lie on his stomach. He looked startled, like he didn’t know whether to be scared or not, not expecting (at least yet) whatever he thought I might do with him in that position. “Relax,” I whispered in his ear, scraping the tender lobe with my teeth. “I just want to give you a little massage.”

Well… at first.

Gale complied, and I straddled his back, my fingers sinking into the skin of his shoulders, loosening the muscles. I worked my way all around his neck, knowing it was probably a little bit tense from him sucking me off like that. He made contented hums of pleasure into the pillow as I kissed the spot where the base of his neck meets the spine, and as my hands made a long, massaging path down his body to his ass. I pushed at his thighs and he let me open them wider. Kneeling between his legs, I kneaded the fleshy cheeks, rubbing in outward circles that began to open them wider as well. I gave a lick just under the curve and received a subtle push back into my face, but still I wanted to make sure he was on board.

“You know what I’m about to do?”

“Mm hmm,” he responded simply, muffled, then raised his head to add a small, clear, “Please.”

Gale always had this way of stealing my breath with little moments.

I spread his ass cheeks with my thumbs, exposing the pink puckered hole. I blew on it, licked a wide stripe up Gale’s crack, and then blew again, delighting in his body’s shivers and shakes. He smelled like heat and sex and my shower scrub, and he tasted smoky and sweet and like the most addictive thing ever, just like I‘d thought. My hands played, running over soft skin, as my tongue swept through him furiously, downy hairs tickling my tastebuds. I chewed on the sensitive flesh, as close to inside him as I could get, made hungrier by his moans.

“Randy… Randy… fuck, Randy…”

At that, I pressed the tip of my tongue to his hole, now shiny with my spit and twitching with anticipation. I wiggled it a bit, but soon just couldn’t wait and pushed my way inside. The sweet clenching of his hot, wet ass around my hot, wet tongue was a thousand wet dreams come true.  I tried to soothe his thrashing by rubbing his lower back, even as I incited him further by continuing to tongue-fuck him.

I was ready to move with him, expecting him to shift more onto his knees, allowing him better access to his dick and more room to jack off. But I was surprised to realize he wasn’t even touching himself. I tried to give his balls some attention while I ate his ass, and he awkwardly twisted himself out of my reach. Stopping long enough to look up, I saw Gale was now biting the pillow, pleasure mixed with concentration on his face, and he looked like he was fighting like hell to keep from fucking the mattress.

“Baby…?”

I don’t know why I called him that then, for the first time, but it just kind of came out. I liked saying it.

“Why are you trying not to come? Just so you know, I don’t give a fuck about these sheets.”

Gale’s POV

He’s so cute. I would have laughed at the sheets comment, if I wasn’t so completely on fire and about to explode.

Oh God, and he called me baby. I loved that so much, but it really didn’t help the whole not exploding thing.

“I just… want to wait… When I come, I want to be inside you.”

I’m not sure when or why I decided that. I know Randy would have no trouble getting me hard again if I came now. And yes, I knew technically I’d be coming inside the condom. But all I could think about was being inside Randy, and when my orgasm hit, I wanted to be wrapped in him and looking into his eyes and giving him everything of me. So, I would fucking hold out until then.

Unless the rim job was him preparing me to be fucked first, because I really didn’t think I’d fight that very hard at all.

But Randy gave one last kiss to my ass and said simply, “Okay.” I think I saw him blink back a… hopefully happy… tear.

He started to get up to go get supplies… which made me fairly confident, in their absence from the guest room, that he and the not-to-be-mentioned-again-EX never had sex in here… but I put a hand on his arm, reaching for my bag and pulling out condoms and lube from amongst the contents. He made a shocked face.

“You knew you’d get lucky?”

“No. But I was a Boy Scout, you know. Be prepared.”

He kissed me, amused, and - I think - proud. Then he tore open a condom wrapper and began to sheathe me. Fuck, that was hot. I had to talk through it to distract myself.

“So what was the verdict?”

“Of what?”

“Rimming… What do I taste like?”

“Besides heaven?” Randy smiled, calmly opening the lube. “Hmm… Definitely paprika.”

“Paprika?” What the hell?

“Yup. Or maybe oregano.” He couldn’t stifle a giggle. “No, I know! Mrs. Dash!”

Getting me back for the cumin comment. Good one, Rand. “Haha. Fuck you,” I said, pinching his nipple.

“Ahhh… Don’t tease me, Gale. Do it.” He lay back, inviting me into him.

Randy’s POV

I’d had different versions of this fantasy… pictured it in all possible ways. But I was surprised by the reality that, being a usual top, the one experience I craved even more than fucking Gale was to be fucked by him. Having him inside me. Brian and Justin had left us with a lot of half-formed sense memories… possibilities explored to the edge but never over. So many times I’d felt Gale’s cock (sock-covered, but still) nudging the crack of my ass with no hope of going further. Now, with no yell of “Cut!” and no barriers, cloth or otherwise, I wanted that experience all the way.

I pulled my knees in to my chest and gave Gale… though it sounds ridiculous considering our nakedness and what we’d already been doing… my best flirty look. “Wanna stretch me?”

“Oh, I plan to.” He gave his naughtiest look back.

“I meant my legs.”

He laughed and grasped my ankle, gently pushing it up towards the ceiling, straightening my leg as much as it would allow… then doing the same for the other.

“I missed this,” he said.

I used to ask him to do this for me before our love scenes, to keep my legs from cramping up, but only maybe first year of the show. I couldn’t handle it anymore after that.

“Me, too. But it got to a point where… it just wasn’t a good idea.”

“For either of us,” he agreed, rubbing the backs of my thighs with the heels of his hands while I lubed us both.

“Shame. I’m not very flexible anymore. Now that I’m getting old.”

“You fucker. You’re 28.”

“Well, when I was 23, I could get my feet behind my head.”

“Shit…” Gale was starting to look seriously pained. “How about you just try for behind my head? Shoulders, waist, I don’t care. I need to fuck you now, Rand.”

Immediately, I opened my legs and made room for him as he positioned himself over me, hooking my ankles around his waist to start. I gripped his shoulders from underneath, tilting my pelvis up until I could feel Gale’s cock cradled in my ass, dripping lube. Then he was there, at my entrance, pushing slowly past the resistant, then welcoming, muscle. Opening me up and giving himself to me. I had always wondered what color his eyes would be at this moment… Mmm, green wins… Green and love.

Gale’s POV

Holy fuck… How the hell was I going to hold on?

Pushing inside Randy was the most exquisite brink of insanity I’ve ever known. Slowly forcing my way in. Begging his body for permission. A slight give, relaxing of tissue, but not enough. His throaty whispers demanding more, deeper. His hips angling to help me get there. Legs moving over my shoulders. Feeling the lube doing its job, as I slid beyond the first ring, then the second. Randy helping again as his muscles pushed against me for a moment, then pulled me farther inside. His ass so tight around my cock, squeezing like nothing I’d ever felt.

I pulled out reluctantly and tried a more forceful thrust, burying myself completely. Randy and I both cried out, and I sank my forehead against his.

“You okay?” I panted.

“Yeah… I can’t believe we’re here.”

“I know… I know… Fuck.”

“And it’s just, um… been a while… since I’ve done this.”

It took me a minute to get what he meant. He hadn’t bottomed in… possibly years. From what I’d gathered of his relationship with what’s-his-face, it had been dependable and reliable (like a Volvo), and they hadn’t switched it up much. If Randy was the top, he’d probably always been.

I looked down at him, under me… arms and legs wrapped around me… my dick inside him… and I knew again that I was a lucky son of a bitch. I licked droplets of sweat from his upper lip and rolled my hips, trying to sink in further and touch every part of Randy he was offering me.

Something about the taste of his sweat on my tongue… or maybe it was the total abandon on his face… gave me this unbelievable surge of need and freedom. I dug my fingers into his hips and started fucking him harder, faster… with six years’ worth of fucking my own hand, in the absence of Randy in my bed, pushing me along.

Randy’s POV

Oh God. I was already feeling so… good, so fucking full… Gale’s big, beautiful cock in my ass… It had been so long, there was some pain, but it was so overwhelmed by the finally… And then he sped up his rhythm and started slamming into me… My legs kept falling from the force of it, so I gave up and locked them around his waist again… I think all I managed to vocalize was one “Fuck” and some gurgling sounds… Shit, I love him.

I would have kept every bit of his body pressed against mine if I could, but he needed better leverage. He kissed me before pulling back into a kneeling position, suddenly able to thrust with much more power… Ohhhh fuck.

My hand wasn’t even on my dick. I was so gone, I didn’t even think about it, which sounds crazy. But Gale’s hand found my dick and stroked… firm and fast, fast enough to keep time with his fucking. My hand joined his, sometimes jacking the base while he did the head, sometimes just stroking his hand, but fuck… it was all good.

So good… watching Gale, so beautiful… sweaty, tan… fucking me, so deep… feeling… everything… God I needed to come… But I wanted to see Gale come… and I didn’t want to miss it.

I reached around his ass and crept my hand in, finding his hole still moistened, either with sweat or my saliva. Not to waste it, I worked a couple of fingers into him and kept them moving.

Gale’s POV

Fuck, I knew what he was doing… and it was almost over as soon as his fingers plunged into my ass… Made me lose my jack of thought on Randy’s dick, that’s for damn sure… Even made me pitch forward, landing on my elbows… But my body was still driving into his… My balls slapping his skin… Building, building… I needed to come like nothing I’d ever needed in life, fuck air or water… but not until he did.

“You got to come with me, baby,” I whispered, or maybe growled.

And I kissed him, very gentle, just holding the contact… a contrast to our lower bodies’ frantic search for release. And I don’t know if it was my words or the kiss or that I think I finally figured out when I was brushing his prostate, but he came.

Randy came with a shout… that perfect ass spasming around my cock… clenching and unclenching… hotter and tighter and better than anything’s ever been… and he dug his heels into my ass… and he pulled hard on my hair… and he bit his lip and I rescued it with a kiss… and I watched the pleasure thrum through him and felt it all through me… felt ropes of his white heat hitting our chests… and I came the hardest I can ever remember… felt my cock erupt and found it hard to believe a condom could hold it all.

Randy’s POV

The pleasure was blinding but I could still see Gale. His body bowing, breaking, all over me, as it hit him. His beauty during an acted orgasm could not compare to this. His ragged moans, breaths, turned shouts that rivaled mine. His body continuing to rock against me, slower and slower. Collapsing on top of me, still embedded, his face in my neck. Our hands grabbing on to each other’s, lacing fingers, as Gale made this sort of half-cry, half-laugh… like Oh my God, I just can’t fucking believe it.

I know, baby, I know.

I didn’t realize time hadn’t stopped for good until he had to slip out of me. It would have made me sadder if I hadn’t known in my heart he’d be back. He sat up to remove the condom and tie it off, tossing it impressively into the wastebasket across the room. Then he lay back down and held me tighter than ever for I don‘t know how long.

Gale’s POV

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Mmm,” Randy hummed. “Like I want to fuck you in my shower… a shower with no cameras peering through the glass.”

Not exactly what I meant, but I guessed that meant he was feeling as amazing as I was. “Sounds good to me. I already got off in that shower once tonight, and I’ll do better if you’re with me.”

“You jacked off in the shower?”

“I had to. Being so close to you all night… I was getting ideas.”

“God, so was I. But I managed to restrain myself somehow.” He looked up from where his head lay on my shoulder. “Shit, if I’d known what you were doing in there, my hand would have been a blur on my dick.”

“Mine was, thinking about you.”

“How did I not hear that? I laid awake for hours, just listening to every move you made.”

“Before I came, I stuffed your loofah in my mouth.”

I burst out laughing at his pseudo disgusted face and his ludicrous mutterings about that being “too intimate”… hushing him up with true intimacy as I kissed the skin where his heart beats against his throat.

“Is that something you do a lot?” Randy asked quietly. “In the shower or out? While thinking of me?”

“Yeah.”

“Imagining something like… what we just did?”

“Yeah… about a million times.”

“No wonder you were so good… Me, too.”

“Fuck, I even… Nevermind.”

“What? You can’t have any secrets from me now.”

His eyes beam truth rays when he looks at you a certain way, I swear.

“Okay, I‘ve, uh… watched my fair share of gay porn. Mostly starting when the show started. Even though it wasn’t something Brian needed to do, I could tell myself it was a Method actor thing… research of techniques, positions, some shit. Anyway, some did it for me, some really didn’t. But I found this one that I kept watching over and over. I realized it was because the two guys… kind of looked like us.”

I don’t know why I expected Randy to be shocked or freaked out or anything close to that. His eyes lit up and he said simply…

“Balls to the Wall Volume One.”

I just fucking love him. “Yes!”

“Oh, I know!” he gushed. “I love those guys. I mean, the dark one’s not as gorgeous as you, of course. And the blond one’s ass is even whiter than mine… When he was naked, I could have sworn he still had underwear on. But they’re totally hot, and there’s a lot of ugly guys in porn, which is a shame. They did remind me of us. Moved together almost as well. And not only were they hot and hung, but they were really… sweet with each other, you know? Kind of beautiful. I’d almost think they were in love.”

When he finished going on about the porn dudes, I took his face in my hand, squishing his cheeks together. His mouth stuck out in a pout, which I kissed.

“I love you, Rand.” So much my heart fucking hurt. “Do you believe me yet?”

“Yes, Gale, I believe you. I love you too much not to.”

Thank fucking God.

“So was it worth it?” I indicated us, lying there naked, in sticky sheets… surrounded oddly by books… his hair sticking out in all sorts of cute as hell directions. “Six years of wait?”

“Not to mention thousands of dollars worth of therapy? To quote the man I love… ‘Fuck yeah.’”

And Randy smiled the smile it had nearly killed me to go a year without, and I promised myself not to go without it again.

“Now… it’s 4:30 in the morning… Let’s watch Balls to the Wall and take a shower.”