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wouldbedorothy) wrote2007-08-04 08:40 pm
Only Too Familiar, G/R, part 1/3
Title: Only Too Familiar
Author: AHS
Pairing: G/R
Rating: NC-17 (but smut is not as ridiculously detailed as Therapy Boys, lol)
Series/Sequel: Part one of three.
Summary: AU, different first meeting type thing. 3475 words.
Author's Notes: Title is a lyric from "Come Here Boy" by Imogen Heap.
Only Too Familiar
by AHS
Part 1: Window Seat
1998
“This is me.”
Randy, already in his seat, buckled and ready to go, looked up in annoyance at the very last passenger to board the plane. The flight wasn’t full, and Randy had been planning on slipping into that empty window seat. No such luck.
Or, maybe he was lucky after all. Because when Randy’s eyes took in the man who had just spoken, he decided he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
“Oh… sorry,” Randy mumbled when he realized he’d just been staring. He started to stand up to let the gorgeous, dark-haired stranger in, but the man shook his head as he stuffed his duffel bag in the overhead, then scooted carefully past Randy’s knees. Randy tried but failed to not look at the delicious denim clad ass that was passing right in front of his face.
Once the man was seated, they did the usual friendly but tight expression, little nod thing you do on airplanes. It was enough for Randy to discover disarmingly hazel eyes, full, wine-colored lips, and the most adorable, slightly off-kilter smile. Such discoveries kept him occupied for several minutes, and the next thing he knew, the plane was taxiing down the runway.
Randy could hear a change in the man’s breathing, and he watched him grip the armrests, his head back and eyes closed. Such a visual made Randy’s thoughts drift slightly in a very naughty direction, but his concern made him push those thoughts to the back of his mind… for now.
“Are you afraid to fly?” he asked quietly.
The man opened his eyes, looking surprised but not bothered by the question. He shrugged, still tense. “I fly all the time.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Nah. People have real phobias about this. I just get a little anxious.”
“You need to distract yourself.”
The engine noises were getting louder and the pull of takeoff was beginning. The man winced. “Sounds good. How?”
Randy grinned. “Sex.”
“Uh… excuse me?”
“Think about the best sex you ever had. Or wish you’d had. That’ll distract you.”
The man smiled, amused. “Maybe I should try just, you know, pretty good sex. If I think about the best, I might end up with another problem.” His eyes dropped quickly down to his crotch in explanation.
“I could help you out with that.”
Both men sort of froze at Randy’s words, spoken without thinking. But then Randy laughed at himself, and the man laughed, too.
“I can’t believe I said that.”
“For your sake, I hope you’re gay.”
“Yes, I am. And you…?“ Randy had been trying to get a reading on this guy, but all the signals were mixed up. “I can’t tell. I can always tell.”
“No,” the man said. “I’ve been told I should be, but no.”
Randy resolved not to cry. “Should be?”
“I lived in San Francisco for a while.”
“Ah, I see.” No wonder he wasn’t freaked out by some guy coming on to him. Randy held out his hand. “I’m Randy, by the way. Randy Harrison.”
The man took Randy’s hand in both of his, in a warm double handshake. See, there go those mixed up signals again. “Gale Harold. Good to meet you.”
“I figure once you’ve offered to bring someone to orgasm, you should know their name.”
“You’re an old-fashioned kind of guy.”
They laughed together again and Randy really liked the sound, and the feeling. “So… what’s in Atlanta for you?”
“Family. S’where I’m from. Well, Decatur. But I claim Atlanta, too. Whether or not it claims me is another story.”
Randy heard Gale’s southern accent creep out when he talked about where he was from, and he added it to the list of things to love about him.
“What about you?”
“Oh, I’m visiting friends. I used to live in Atlanta, too. I graduated the Pace Academy.”
“Impressive. So, I guess that answers my next question.”
“Which was?”
“If you’re older than you look.”
“How old do I look?”
“Hmm… 15.”
“Fuck you, I’m 20. And you must be… 40?”
“You are lucky I don’t believe in hitting children.”
“I’m just teasing. I’ll say… 28?”
“29 last week.”
“Happy birthday.”
“Thanks.”
*~*
“Why do you get the window seat if you’re sca-… anxious about flying?”
“I don’t get it for the window. I get it for the wall.”
“Huh?”
“So I fall asleep on it and not the person sitting next to me.”
“Oh… Thanks?… I guess.”
“Besides, I haven’t felt very anxious since we started talking.”
“Good. Then pull up the window shade.”
“No, that’s okay.”
*~*
One tiny bottle of liquor for Gale later…
“You weren’t on the plane from LA, were you?”
“No, I got on in Cincinnati. I’m a student at the U-Cin Conservatory of Music.”
“You’re a musician?”
“Musical theatre.”
“That means you sing.”
“Well, yes.”
“Sing me something.”
“What? No.”
“C’mon, please? I’m really scared.”
“You are not. You’re enjoying yourself.”
“You’re right, I am.”
“Okay, I’ll sing you ‘Happy Birthday’ after we land.”
“Fucking sweet.”
*~*
“So you’re an actor.”
“Guilty. And you are?”
“Uh… jack of all trades. Carpenter, motorcycle repair, photographer…”
“Wow, that’s cool. Hey, I need some new headshots. Want to do them for me?”
“Seriously? What if I’m bad?”
“You’re not.”
He was right. Gale knew he could take good pictures. “Uh, sure. I didn’t bring much equipment, but I think I have a camera that would work.”
“Of course, I’ll pay you.”
“Don’t worry about that, Randy. Talking about money fucking hurts my stomach.”
“If it’ll make you feel better, I could pay you in blow jobs… Oh my God, there I go again. What is wrong with me?”
Gale laughed so hysterically that the flight attendant came by to see if everything was all right. Randy was afraid it would be like grade school, that she would separate them for getting along too well and being loud. But she didn’t. Gale smiled at her, used some of that “straight” charm, and she was on her merry way to get him a drink.
*~*
Another tiny bottle of liquor later, this one split halvsies between them…
Randy had fallen asleep and his head drifted onto Gale’s shoulder. When he woke up, he smelled pot and fabric softener, he felt the plane shaking, felt another hand squeezing his, and looked up to see Gale looking back at him.
“Turbulence?”
“Minor, they said. Sorry about your hand. I just kinda grabbed it when I felt the…”
“No, it’s fine. Sorry I fell asleep on you. I really didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay.”
“See? You should have given me the window seat.”
“Nah. Then I’d have fallen asleep on you. And I drool.”
“So, I don’t drool?”
“Not much.”
*~*
Airport, after the flight…
Gale held his cigarette between his lips, as he scribbled something on a napkin saved from the plane and handed it to Randy.
“Here’s my cell number. Call it when you want to do your pictures, or if you just want to hang out while you’re in Atlanta. I’m sure I’ll be dying for a break from my family before too long.”
“Wow… I will. I would have asked, but I didn’t want you to think I was hitting on you.”
“Good thing I’m straight so I could ask.”
“Yeah. Good thing… So, I guess… bye for now.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“…… Oh, right… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday dear Gale… Happy birthday tooooo youuuuu.”
“That was nice, Randy. Real nice.”
“I get a puff for that.”
“I’m in a good enough mood now, you get the whole thing,” Gale smiled, handing Randy his cigarette and lifting his bag higher on his shoulder. “Call.”
“Okay.”
************
Three days later, Gale got a call.
Three hours after that, Gale was shooting pictures of Randy in some empty loft one of Randy’s friends was in the process of vacating. It was a good space, with good light. And Randy could tell Gale was a really good photographer. He’d never much enjoyed posing for pictures before, but he felt very comfortable with Gale. He kept it casual and fun and, despite having known him such a short time, Randy trusted him. For most of the pictures, Randy was in a simple T-shirt and jeans. But after getting a bunch of those shots, Gale asked him if he wanted to try a sexier look. Randy asked what he had in mind. Gale smiled and came at him with a water bottle, pouring the contents over his head.
“Now take your shirt off.”
As the camera clicked and the water dripped, the seductive look in Randy’s eyes was inspired by his photographer. Gale, barefoot, focused on him, moving around like a panther or something… It was beautiful and frustrating. Over and over, it would seem like Gale was flirting with him, but he wasn’t. Gale was just the least homophobic straight guy Randy had ever met.
And when Gale told Randy he’d looked really hot, that wasn’t flirting either. That was just photographer speak.
After the photo shoot, they went to a bar where Randy knew they wouldn’t card him. They played pool, which Gale was much better at, and drank, which Gale was also much better at. They talked a little about their families and a lot about music, discovering their tastes were pretty similar. Each agreed the other was the best person they’d ever been sat next to on a plane.
Gale seemed to get even more touchy feely when he drank, which was, again, wonderful but very frustrating. After two beers, his hand had found a semi-permanent resting spot on Randy’s knee. After three, it moved to the back of Randy’s neck. He had one sip of a fourth and suddenly threw down some money and stood up, pulling Randy out of there with him.
Next thing Randy knew, they were in a cab. He didn’t know where they were going and didn’t really care. But he hoped the night wasn’t over yet.
Then they were in a hotel room. Randy was confused.
“Gale, why do you have a hotel room? I thought you were staying with your family.”
“I am… I just got this today. I... I needed some place I could talk to you, just us.”
“Okay… What do you want to talk about?”
Gale looked sort of like he had when the plane was about to take off. “Fuck. I, uh… I think I’m attracted to you… Yeah, I am.”
Randy shook his head back and forth a little, to make sure he wasn’t having auditory hallucinations. When he was sure it was real, he took a step closer to Gale. “How drunk are you?”
“Not enough to think you’re a girl, if that’s what you mean.”
“Gale, I need you to be serious about this, please.”
“I am, Randy, I… Shit, hang on.” Gale pulled a lighter and a joint out of his pocket, lit up, and inhaled until his hands stopped shaking. “I’m just letting you know, I know who I‘m with, okay? I know what I’m saying. I know what I want.”
“To get high?”
“I’m just nervous.”
Another step closer. “What do you want, Gale?”
“You. I fucking want to touch you like nothing I ever… I don’t know. I don’t understand it.”
“You said you weren’t gay.”
“I’m not. But there’s a fucking exception to every rule, right? I think you‘re mine.”
“Have you ever been with a man?”
“No… I made out with that one guy.”
“You did? What guy?”
“We were at a costume party, few years back. I was Bowie, he was Jagger. We got a little carried away.”
“Did you like it?” Randy took one more step.
“Not as much as…” Gale hesitated just a second, slowly reaching his hand into Randy’s hair. Suddenly, he pulled him in close, crushing their lips together.
Randy grabbed Gale’s ass, and Gale nearly bit him in response. Randy’s hands slid up and around to hold the face of the taller man, in a calming gesture, as their tongues met and tasted each other. When he felt Gale’s body relax a little, he decided to take control a bit more. Still kissing, and really hoping that Gale wouldn’t bolt, Randy managed to undo Gale’s jeans, shove a hand inside, and pull out his cock.
Gale gasped into Randy’s mouth. Randy swallowed Gale’s shuddery breaths as he closed his hand firmly around him and stroked the impressive length. Randy leaned his head back just enough to see Gale’s eyes shut tightly in pleasure. Raising on tiptoe, he kissed each eyelid. When they opened, Randy knew Gale had been telling the truth about knowing who he was with and what he wanted. He grinned and walked Gale backward towards the bed, keeping his hand pumping Gale’s now fully hard cock, feeling his own struggling against his suddenly too tight pants. Gale fell back flat onto the bed, and Randy climbed up his body, straddling his hips.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Randy promised, or warned, leisurely pulling off Gale’s shirt, all the while grinding their erections together.
“God, Randy,” Gale panted, already wondering how much better he could feel.
Randy picked up Gale’s right hand and started teasing the skin, the nerve endings. He knew the insides of his own fingers to be a surprisingly erogenous zone, so he thought he would see if the same was true of Gale. Taking each finger individually, he ran a fingertip ever so lightly over the inside skin, back and forth. He heard Gale make a little hiss sound and wondered if he was feeling that exquisite line of fire as he touched him. To put out the flame, Randy took the middle finger, which had proven the most sensitive, and slowly licked along the sides, then sucked it into his mouth.
“Randy,” Gale begged urgently, appeasing his dick the best he could with his left hand.
Randy stood up and pulled off Gale’s shoes and pants and underwear… God, he was beautiful… then quickly removed his own clothing. He watched Gale watching him, and how his jacking, now with both hands, intensified as he did.
“Ohh… fuck me.”
Despite Randy’s in-control bedroom persona, he’d been figuring on Gale fucking him, just because he thought as a… mostly straight guy that would be how he would be most comfortable. He hadn’t let himself hope of fucking Gale, but it seemed that might actually be what Gale wanted. He decided not to ask, but just to see if Gale went along with it.
“Roll over onto your stomach.”
Not only did Gale get into position, no questions, but he reached out to the night table where he’d dropped his wallet, picked it up and tossed it to Randy.
“Condom,” he mumbled into the pillow.
Randy found the packet inside, tore it open, and put the condom on. He’d brought one, too, but he realized what he didn’t have was lube. What self-respecting gay man doesn’t carry lube?
You know, in case you convert a straight guy you meet on a plane…
Randy climbed back on the bed and stretched himself out along Gale’s beautiful landscape, his hills and valleys and muscles and sleek. Randy wanted to ask Gale if he was sure, but was afraid to. He settled for kissing Gale’s back for several minutes, as a silent question, until Gale answered by reaching around to Randy’s perfectly round ass and pulling his pelvis against him.
“Okay,” Randy whispered, somehow proud of Gale. He spit profusely on his fingers, knowing that would have to do. “It’s going to hurt,” he told him softly, and Gale nodded in acceptance. Randy pulled apart the cheeks of Gale’s ass and brought his fingers to the hole, working two carefully inside, then three. Gale squirmed slightly and made small sounds of intrusion, but he never tried to stop or pull away. Randy wiggled his fingers, spread them as much as Gale’s virgin ass would allow, and then prayed Gale was ready because his cock just had to get inside.
“Fuck,” Gale cried out as Randy pushed inside him. “Jesus Chr-… Ahh…”
“Are you all right?” Randy asked in his ear, concerned about Gale but barely holding on himself, through the unbelievable tightness surrounding him.
“Yeah… Yeah… Shit, Rand…”
“Just breathe, okay? Relax.” Randy spied Gale’s joint sitting in the ashtray on the table and wished it were still lit. “Um… you want me to sing to you?”
“You can sing right now? Like this?”
“Ah, probably not.” He pulled out again and rubbed Gale‘s back as he started to sing. “Mmmbop, ba duba dop, ba duba dop ba du…"
Though still in some pain, Gale laughed. "Mmmbop? I fucking hate that song."
"Well, when it played this afternoon when we were doing the pictures, you were only too happy to make me pose to it. That's what you get... Mmmbop, ba duba dop..."
Randy could feel the relaxation sinking into Gale's entire body, so when he entered again, even without warning, it hurt Gale much less.
"Ohh... you fucker."
"Who me?"
"Yeah. Thanks to you now I’m gonna get hard whenever I…unh… hear that stupid song. Old ladies are gonna… think I’m a perv and… fuck… hit me with their purses."
“Poor baby. I’ll protect you.”
As Randy rocked into Gale’s body, now taking his cock to the hilt every time, Randy tried not to think about whether or not he would be around to “protect” Gale. Their respective trips to Atlanta would be over before long. And Los Angeles was a long way from Cincinnati. He didn’t know if he could even imagine himself living in LA. He’d always pictured moving to New York.
But why was he thinking about any of this? He didn’t need to figure out how to coordinate his life with that of a guy he’d known for three days who was, at least somewhat, straight. This was just a really hot fuck.
As Gale and Randy moved together, Gale’s hand reached back to find Randy’s and their fingers collided and threaded.
A really hot fuck who just might be the best friend I’ve ever had, thought Randy.
And an overwhelming need to lose himself in Gale overtook him. Randy drove his cock into Gale deeper and faster, and Gale was right there with him, pushing back into him, not losing the rhythm.
“You feel… so fucking… good… in me,” Gale cried brokenly, getting close.
Randy knew he couldn’t last much longer and reached for Gale’s cock to get him off, just in time for Gale’s hot cum to shoot all over his hand. The combination of getting fucked and the friction from the sheets beneath him had been more than enough. The cum on Randy’s skin and the vibration that shook Gale’s body and his broke Randy in turn, and he came with a shout in Gale’s ear, silenced by biting Gale’s tan shoulder.
After a minute, Randy raised his head and said, teasing in his voice, “So, you got this room so we could talk, hmm?”
They laughed. Randy slipped out, regretfully, and disposed of the condom. Gale rolled over and found Randy in his arms. Randy kept waiting for Gale to get weird, but he didn’t. They fell asleep.
*********
A couple of hours later, Randy woke up to use the bathroom. On the way back, he noticed a piece of paper on the floor next to the night table. He picked it up and unfolded what turned out to be a newspaper clipping. With a picture of Gale and some pretty blond girl, arms wrapped around each other. The headline said “Harold~Collins Wedding To Take Place July 25.” Then under the picture, “Gale Morgan Harold, of Decatur, to marry Ashley Lynn Collins, of San Diego, CA.”
Randy felt like he was going to be sick. That clipping must have fallen out of Gale’s wallet when he got the condom. July 25... That was eight days away.
Not only was Gale “straight,” he was fucking engaged. He was getting married in a week.
That would make Randy, what? A variation on the last fling? Instead of just finding some pussy, Gale decided to really get wild and try cock before he vowed the rights to his to this Ashley chick?
Even if it was just a fuck, they were still friends, Randy had thought. He still should have told him.
Sadder than he could ever remember being, Randy put his clothes back on, stuffed the clipping into his pocket, and left.
*************
2000 (two years later…)
“Randy, this is Gale Harold. He’s testing for Brian. Gale, this is Randy Harrison, your Justin.”
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--Bwhahahahhahahaha. Why is you're Randy always such randy smart ass?
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“You’re an old-fashioned kind of guy.”
You must be funny IRL, because your exchanges are always effing GOLDEN.
“How old do I look?”
“Hmm… 15.”
Poor Randy. Hang in there. I'm 27 and I look 12, so I completely understand your pain.
“Good. Then pull up the window shade.”
“No, that’s okay.”
That made me seriously LOL! I'm sca-anxious about flying too.
What self-respecting gay man doesn’t carry lube?
You know, in case you convert a straight guy you meet on a plane…
BAHAHAHA!!!!
Nothing but love for you right now, girl!