therapy boys epilogue
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wouldbedorothyTitle: Therapy Boys epilogue: Progress Report
Author: AHS
Pairing: G/R
Rating: PG-13
Series/Sequel: part 4.5... final part! The end!
Summary: Explains what happens after the lovin'! Exactly what happened when is hopefully not important. Just enjoy, lol. Shortish for a part of this fic but longish for an epilogue.
Epilogue: Progress Report
Gale’s POV
I stayed for about a week. Waking up with Randy every morning. Being extra touristy just to embarrass Randy out in the city every day. Sleeping with Randy… in our bed, the former “guest” bed… every night.
Plus, we fucked a lot.
When I did fly back, there was no weepy goodbye scene at the airport… because he went with me. He spent the tiny window of time he had between plays, suffering Los Angeles, to help me pack my shit, so that I could move to New York and in with him. We didn’t discuss it much. I guess we just knew that’s how it had to be…
“Gale?”
“Hmm?”
“You should stay here… Maybe forever?”
“I’d like that.”
Randy organized everything much better than I ever could or would have. He was excited to see what of mine would fit in his… our apartment, as Simon’s stuff was now history and there was extra space. One thing we decided was to move our bed into the master bedroom and buy a new bed for the guest room. Randy’s old bed and mine? I said we should burn ‘em, like the cocksocks, but I think he donated them to Goodwill or something. He’s a good guy like that.
We also paid a visit to Dr. Aberman while we were in LA. I felt a little sad to be leaving him. I’d never been that into the idea of therapy, but after all, he did bring Randy and me together… which Rand hugged him thanks for, several times. The doc told me we could continue appointments over the phone, but he also pointed out that I probably didn’t need them anymore… at least not for the same reasons. My arm around Randy’s waist, I returned Dr. Aberman’s smile with one twice as big and thanked him again.
Now, my agent… She was flipping out. I know Randy would have told me to drop her in a second if he’d heard the way she was badmouthing Broadway. She can be shortsighted, but she’s been with me for years. She wanted me to take that series, but… though part of me still can’t believe I turned down a lead… unless they wanted to move production to New York, I was not going to be available. No constant flying, weekends or less relationship was going to cut it for me after all the time we’d wasted. Randy felt bad at first that I was missing an opportunity for him, but then he decided the show sounded like it was doomed for early cancellation, anyway.
He encouraged me to rediscover my love of theater and join him on The Great White Way. Not in the same show, although that would have been fucking awesome. Sucks that the roles in Love Letters are gender specific, because I think Rand and me would break hearts and kick ass. Oh well. I went back to the stage, and it was thrilling, and a learning experience, and blah blah blah… But why the hell did I pick that play?
“I suck in this, Rand.”
“No, you don’t, baby. It’s not your best role. And blond is definitely not your best color. But it’s the play itself that sucks.”
“I thought you loved Tennessee Williams.”
“Glass Menagerie, yeah. But, Suddenly Last Summer… it’s so weird. It’s got a title off some frothy paperback romance you read at the beach, and then it’s about lobotomies and cannibalism.”
“Now you tell me.”
My role being, of all things, a psychiatrist, I had a phone session with Dr. Aberman just to try and gain some insight into the character. Not that Dr. A’s ever cut into anybody brain, but I digress. After he read the reviews, he promised me my money back for that hour.
Sigh… Okay, I got sidetracked there. Back to my agent, still flipping out. What really set her on tilt was discovering the reason for my move… my new and improved relationship with my old acting partner. She said she was torn between thinking it was the best thing or the worst thing ever for my career. She ended up deciding it was the best thing if I wanted to have a career that consisted only of squeezing every last drop out of QAF publicity, and the worst if I wanted to ever actually do anything else.
True, Rand and I could go to DVD signings and make out and the fans would be happy as pigs in slop, but it was never going to happen. Private person plus private person, no matter how proud of their relationship, equals super private couple. And neither of us looked forward to dealing with the press under any circumstances, so the thought of them hounding us about the affair we’d obviously been having secretly for years… cheating on our respective significant others… me cowering in the fucking closet… was not a happy one. But we just went about our life together. We’re not big stars, so it took a month or so for anybody to start taking our picture or writing about it.
The thing is, the press didn’t crucify me for being gay all along and lying about it, or accuse us of the long-term affair. Instead, they actually compared me and Randy to Anne Heche and Ellen DeGeneres, of all fucking things… and considering how that worked out, I was pissed. They said my career was in a slump, I was “going gay” for publicity, and once I got a part I’d be back to straight. Nobody bothered to find out about the part I turned down to fucking be with Randy. No, don’t bother yourself with the facts or anything.
Randy, brilliant actor that he is, pretended what they were saying didn’t bother him, but I knew better. That’s what made me decide that, damn my pride or even my principles, I had to answer back. So, I made my statement.
Randy’s POV
We told our therapists first - that was just a given. Dr. Aberman was a sweetheart. He refused to take any credit, but he said he was very happy for us. Jocelyn was… beyond happy, especially because I brought Gale with me for my session. Something about actually seeing the two of us together, in person, was too much for her, and the fangirl kind of broke loose. She amused Gale more than frightened him, though, and much like Brian and Daphne, they became fast friends. We refused to answer most of her questions about our sex life, but based on our acknowledgment that Gale and I pretty much evenly take turns who’s top or bottom, the two of them did coin a new term… “ambisextrous.” (I suggested “ambidickstrous” but was outvoted.)
I wrote Simon a letter I included with the boxes of his stuff I sent him, both thanking him for loving me and letting him know Gale and I were together. Gale did something similar for Kim. We knew they’d be hurt… not to mention, Simon would feel justified in every accusation he’d ever made… but they deserved to hear it from us.
And let’s just say we told selective family members. My mom screamed like a lottery winner at first. As it sank in, she was shocked and a little sad, as I hadn’t even told her about breaking up with Simon yet, and she had quite liked him. But then she was back to excited, insisting I put Gale on the phone and claiming she had known it would happen someday.
Now, the cast… We probably should have given them advance notice, but we did not. I think Gale assumed, since we email, that I would tell Peter… and then Peter would tell everybody else. But maybe I wasn’t ready to share us with all of them yet, because I didn’t, and therefore Peter didn’t. So, our phone didn’t start ringing off the hook until after Gale’s interview came out… Actually, I‘m not sure you can even call it an interview. Mind you, he’d told me vaguely what he was doing but nothing he had said. So color me as surprised as the rest of the world when I read Gale’s statement.
“I don’t think people should have to force their identities to fit in little boxes just to make things easier for others to handle… and I still don’t think my personal life is anyone’s business but mine and one other person’s… But let me offer just this response to what the press has been saying. Yes, I have spent the majority of my sexual life involved with women, beautiful women, and that was never a lie. But my number one truth is that I will spend the rest of my life loving a beautiful man named Randy Harrison. Sorry to bust up everybody’s little theories, but that is as real as it gets and it’s not going away. Hell, I’d fucking marry him if he’d let me. So, I guess if that makes me gay, then I am damn proud of it. -- Gale Harold”
Sharon saw it first and apparently called Hal… who then sent out a group email to the whole cast with a link to the article at the magazine’s website… and a fake-fuck still of us from the show with the caption, “Who didn’t see this coming?” Gee, thanks, Hal. He sent another immediately after, though, that just said, “Seriously, I’m so happy for you guys. Everything seems a little more right with the world now.” Which was the general consensus when the others joined in.
When I read the article, I was very glad my mom had said she would buy 50 copies, because I was afraid I might throw up on mine. Gale had gone to get dinner, purposely leaving me alone to read it. When he returned, I hugged him, kissed him, told him “Well done.” I didn’t mention the M word, because obviously he’d just said that to make a point. But then, this happened…
“What’d you get? Ooh, Chinese.”
“So… would you let me?”
“Let you what?”
“Marry you.”
“…… In the article… that was a proposal?”
“No, but this is.”
“Oh my God.”
“Maybe we don’t need it. But I want it. And I love you.”
“I… love you…”
“Then fucking marry me, Rand…… What are you doing?”
“Getting my fortune cookie.”
“You’re not supposed to open those yet.”
“Sorry. I thought you wanted your answer now, but…”
“Okay, okay… What does it say?”
“‘You will go on a journey, happy long time.’”
“No shit? I’ve been waiting for that fortune.”
“I know. See for yourself.”
“What do you think it means?”
“Well… what’s the ultimate journey if not marriage? So… I think it means… I do.”
“You do?”
“I do. Happy long time, baby.”
“Fuck yeah! C’mere…” (much kissing)
“So… you think because you’re proposing to a man you don’t have to spring for a ring? What’s up with that, Gale?”
“You opened my fortune cookie, asshole. Try the other one.”
“What are you-?…… Oh my God.”
Therapy totally pays off. Trust me.
The End!
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Date: 2007-08-30 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-30 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 02:16 pm (UTC)*wipe a tear - okay, a couple!*
thanks, absolutely awesome! for a first smut scene you did... fabulous! lol
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Date: 2007-11-08 09:47 pm (UTC)for a first smut scene you did... fabulous! lol
Oh, I get a qualifier put on it? ;) lol, j/k... Thank you!!!
Therapy Boys
Date: 2009-11-02 04:23 pm (UTC)I just found this (how in the world did I miss it??)...and I thought it was just so amazing! I loved every minute, I didn't want it to end; it made me laugh, it made me teary eyed, it made me SQUEEEE!...and you say this was your first time with writing m/m sex; well, you did a wonderful job; it was all so beautiful. I am such a sucker for happy endings, and you gave me the happiest one ever...you made this fangirl absolutely giddy today! Thank you for this yummy story! :D :D :D :D
Re: Therapy Boys
Date: 2009-11-05 10:48 pm (UTC)Yeah, this was a really early one, lol, but I'm still fond of it. And yes, first time writing the boysex, and I figured it would probably be the only time, which is why the love scene is like 11 pages long! lol
The ending is happier/sappier than I meant it to be, but it's what wanted to be written! :):) I'm so glad you liked it!
(And really thank you for telling me, 'cause sometimes when I read something that's old, I don't bother to respond! *bad me*)