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Title: Inviting The Fire: Chapter Four
Author:
wouldbedorothy (AHS)Pairing: Gale/Randy, OFC/G/R
Rating: NC-17... um... yeah
Series/Sequel: my guess is prologue, eleven chapters, epilogue... but subject to change
Summary: You can't invite the fire and then blame the burn... AU where G/R meet in 2000 but in a different place, different way... There is no QAF... Features a (non-Simon) third party... and should be fairly kinky, at least for me, lol. Chapter four is significantly longer than the previous... 3360 words. And, well, it's a threesome (but really it's our twosome).
Author's Notes: I don't know about this, lol...but I hope ya'll enjoy it! It's all about G/R, I promise. Really she's just kind of there! And my quote for the link was chosen in an ironic nod to Randy's birthday! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't know G or R, and obviously this didn't happen, because there definitely *was* a QAF. Dylan's my character so I don't have to apologize for her, lol.
Inviting The Fire
by AHS
Chapter Four
“Randy, wait!… Did you have to ride your bike here?”
Gale could imagine Dylan rolling her eyes and saying, “That’s how you convince him to stay?” But it was the first thing that came to him… the thought of Randy riding all that way, however far, in the dark. He pulled the front door closed behind him so that it would be just the two of them. He’d caught the sensitive young man with one foot still on the front step.
“No, I have a car.” Randy gestured down the driveway but didn’t turn. “It’s just cheaper, taking the bike when I can.”
Gale didn’t know what to do. He was wrestling with his own excitement here. A big part of him wanted to call the whole thing off. He had convinced himself that this was something he was doing mostly for Dylan, to keep her happy, and it would have been true had anyone else shown up at their door. With Randy… that felt like a lie. He couldn’t make sense of why the actor was different.
He just knew something inside him screamed when Randy ran away.
“Don’t go,” Gale finally said.
The reply was soft. “I think I should.”
“Why?”
“Why are you trying to talk me out of it? You’re the one who said this was a bad idea. I know you want to please your girlfriend, but you’re obviously repulsed by me…”
Gale laughed. He sat on the bottom step, next to Randy’s foot, and looked up, still laughing. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just… you’re wrong.”
“I am?” Randy’s expression was highly disbelieving and bordering on pissed off.
“Uh, yeah.” Gale gave the blond a heated look… down his body… lingering at the way his pants hugged his ass, which was almost at Gale’s eye level… and back up to his face. “You are.”
“Oh.” Randy flushed, sitting beside Gale. “Well… I’m not usually wrong… but I suppose anything’s possible.” He turned to give the beautiful Mr. Harold a small smile, which grew involuntarily into a dazzling, know-it-all grin.
“It happens to even the most perfect of us.” Gale bumped Randy’s shoulder with his and found himself surprised by how comfortable he was with this kid, considering their unusual situation. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two. I know, I look young. Why? How old are you?”
“Thirty. Fuck, I’ll be thirty-one soon.” He waited. “No old man comments?”
Randy’s eyes were confused, then amused. “God, you’re touchy about it, aren’t you? Thirty’s young.”
“I like you.” Gale decided this shining face was already too endeared to him. It was now or never. He stood and offered his hand. “C’mon.”
He watched Randy’s thumb sneak between his front teeth and wiggle slightly in some kind of adorably nervous gesture. It stayed there even as his other hand reached up and accepted Gale’s, letting him pull him up.
Gale could feel the tension running through Randy, about to jump out of his skin from just that innocent contact. He wanted to put him at ease somehow. So, he dipped his head and kissed him. Only for a second or two, very sweetly. But, when it was over, both men felt a bit as if they’d kissed a live wire, lips still vibrating with electricity.
It scared Gale, but he didn’t want to frighten Randy, so he didn’t let it show. “You ready for this?”
Randy was looking at Gale like he would follow him anywhere. “I think so,” he said, then brushed his face against the fabric of Gale’s shirt and sniffed. “If you’re willing to share some of your stash with me?”
Gale laughed and opened the door for Randy. “See? I knew I liked you.”
*****
One joint shared in warm silence, four kicked off shoes, and ten or so minutes later, they ventured into the bedroom, finding Dylan impatiently waiting, clad only in black lace bra and panties.
“There you are, boys. I was about to start without you.” She delicately swung her legs over the side of the bed and smiled. “Good to have you, Randy.”
As she stalked towards the two of them, Gale whispered to his soon-to-be lover, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He winked and Randy winked back.
Close enough to trail a finger inside her boyfriend’s shirt and work a few buttons loose, Dylan eyed the men suspiciously. “Gale, did you get him stoned? Because that’s not part of my fantasy.”
“We’re just buzzed,” he assured her. “Now we’re both… highly receptive to whatever may happen.” To silence any further complaints, he grabbed her tiny waist and kissed her, all open mouths and tongue and roaming hands. She managed to peel his shirt the rest of the way off without breaking contact, moaning in delight as Gale’s hands pushed inside her panties and groped her ass.
Randy watched uncomfortably, seeing the two of them wrapped up in each other like this… wishing he had a better view of Gale shirtless… and feeling like a third wheel, unnecessary.
“Jump in, honey,” Dylan’s voice coaxed.
Randy wasn’t quite sure where to “jump,” but he walked forward, drawn to the smooth expanse of Gale’s skin. Resolved to be, to do, to feel but not to think, he touched. He held onto the strong shoulders and let his lips light upon Gale’s back, shoulder blades. Softly at first, but adding suction, scrapes of teeth as he breathed Gale in and got higher than he had from the marijuana.
Hands tugged at his shirt and pulled the material up and over his head. He realized they had to be Dylan’s, but that didn’t matter. Chest pressed to back, bare skin to bare skin, and Randy felt Gale shiver. Whatever Dylan was doing to Gale at the time, he just knew that reaction was for him.
Wanted to taste. Randy’s tongue licked curiously at salt and warmth, making cooling paths up the back of his neck. He wished Gale’s head would turn, that he could kiss him, but his mouth was still occupied with Dylan.
Except Dylan was speaking. “That didn’t take long. You like all this attention, don’t you, baby?”
Randy stopped suddenly and had to wrap an arm around Gale’s waist to keep his knees from giving out. He realized that he had been grinding his pelvis into the curve of Gale’s ass, best he could through two layers of denim. And he wasn’t the only one who had gotten hard.
Randy hooked one finger in a belt loop and found himself led to the bed. Dylan was getting Gale out of his jeans and pushing him to lie down. She sat on one side, Randy on the other, and both admired the beautiful body awaiting their torturous worship. The long and lean and muscle. The rose flush of desire beneath the golden. The promise of his cock…
Dylan reached for Randy’s hand and placed it on Gale’s erection through the black boxer briefs. He thought he heard her say, “Go on,” so he did. He gave a little squeeze, then replaced his hand with his face, breathing Gale’s smell and opening his mouth to suck him teasingly through the fabric. A hiss of breath encouraged him, and Randy looked up to find Gale’s eyes right on his, as if giving permission to remove the last barrier.
Randy’s fingers trembled a bit as they tucked inside the waistband and pulled. He was vaguely aware of legs shifting and the briefs being discarded, but Randy was lost once Gale’s dick was revealed. Long and perfect and straining towards his mouth. Leaning on Gale’s thigh, he took him in, curling his tongue around the shaft and bathing it in heat and wet. He left to suck hungrily at the man’s balls and bury his nose in the scented dark curls, but soon returned, going deeper, cheeks pulling tighter, lips dragging harder. Every “fuck” Gale uttered was the sweetest sound Randy knew.
He started concentrating pressure on the head, so sensitized, and Gale’s hips rocked and his eyes shut tight. Seeing a vacancy, a well-manicured hand began jacking the base of his dick up to the busy mouth and back down, moving smoothly in the wake of Randy’s saliva.
Gale actually had the thought… even as she was kissing him… that he wished she would take her hand away… talented as it was… and let Randy fucking swallow him already… But he felt bad for it… He was mostly relieved… this was the role Dylan was taking… She watched so much porn he’d been afraid… she would try to act like those girls… grab Randy’s hair and shove him down… Randy’s throat around his cock would be amazing… but not with Dylan screaming at him to choke on it…
Dylan surprised them both by pulling Randy gently off of Gale, chuckling at their matching groans of complaint.
“Extremely hot, boys. But Gale doesn’t get to come yet. He’s got to fuck us both… Guest first.”
Randy wanted to taste Gale’s cum, the drop he’d licked from his tip just a tease. But he wanted Gale to fuck him even more.
Gale sat up, carefully, reached out and grabbed Randy’s wrist. “Why do you still have your fucking pants on?”
“Just an oversight.” Randy held his breath and slowly released it as he undid his jeans and took them off. God, those had been much too tight and his dick much too swollen inside them. The pressure had been killing him.
“I was gonna say, hell of a time to be shy, after that.” But Gale smiled a bit shyly himself, even as he eyed the hardness encased snugly in soft cotton.
Dylan stood up and shimmied out of her bra, full breasts hanging free, and then panties. “Mmm, had to get those off. I was soaked through.” She grabbed a condom from a pile on the bedside table, ripped it open, and set to sheathing Gale.
Randy forced his eyes from Gale’s cock and instead held his gaze as he removed his underwear and offered himself completely. He rolled to face down on the bed.
“No, not there. Your dick’s not going to be able take rubbing those sheets.” Dylan turned back to Gale, running her tongue along his lips. “And I won’t be able to see. Fuck him against that wall.”
She directed them across the room and into position, and Randy leaned forward, spreading his hands, spreading his legs. Gale towered behind him, thrumming with sex, and Randy didn’t think his body had ever been more aware of another person. Even before he felt the latex-covered length cradled in his crack.
“Dylan, these aren’t the lubed kind,” Gale said, worry in his voice.
“Sorry. I got the kind we always get.”
“Dylan doesn’t need lube,” he whispered over Randy’s shoulder. “She’s like Niagara Falls.”
With Gale hard against him and his voice in his ear, Randy couldn’t even be turned off by that. Though he did whisper back, “Gross,” and he felt Gale laugh. “I don’t need it either,” he added, with more confidence than he felt.
“Are you sure?”
Randy was pretty sure he nodded, but before he knew what was happening, Gale had sunk to his knees behind him and was palming his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, investigating his hole.
“G-Gale, what… you don’t have to…”
“Shhh… I want to help.”
A warm, wet swipe of only slightly timid tongue hushed any further protest, though not sounds. Randy yelped and jumped and Gale held him more firmly in place. Needed moisture dripped from the tongue that nudged Randy’s hole, coating it. Gale blew cool on it, just to watch the pucker twitch, then licked it warm again. But he hadn’t entered yet. Gale wondered of himself, if he wanted to. To taste him so…
“Fuck me… please…” came Randy’s plaintive wail.
“That’s it, Randy. Beg him.” Dylan’s voice, breathy, rose from the floor a few feet from them, where she lay, sprawled out and touching herself. “He’ll fuck you so good.”
Gale nearly lost his breath before he’d begun, from the pearlescent skin, the voice that begged, the ass that beckoned. He ran one hand down the already sweat-dampened back, using his other to guide his cock to its point of desire.
Destination, he thought. Only a destination. Not truly desire.
And he proved himself a liar by how desperately he gripped those hips and pushed inside.
“Fuck, ahhh,” Randy cried as he was stretched. It always burned, but this was something hotter and sweeter than anything before. He didn’t even take a moment to let his body adjust before he found himself pushing back, requesting more. Still, Gale checked on him.
“Okay?” rumbled in his ear.
“Mm hmm,” he whimpered, pushing harder to prove the point, trying to take Gale deeper. Asking him to thrust, to move inside him.
Gale pulled out and this time watched his cock slide inside Randy’s hole. He was fascinated by it. There was nothing unnatural about this. It felt more natural than most things in Gale’s life, actually.
He didn’t fully understand that thought, but it made him pound into Randy harder.
“Is he tight, baby? How’s that ass feel?”
Gale didn’t answer. He guessed it was kind of the point of the evening, but he didn’t want to share that with Dylan… Dylan?
Although it was a strange juxtaposition, he had been watching her as well. Rolling on the floor watching them, pinching her tits and fingering herself. He’d always found her abandon very sexy. Suddenly, he noticed she wasn’t there anymore.
Randy made a strange sound, like pleasure that was unhappily won. Gale dipped his face over the pale shoulder to ask if he’d hurt him, and instead found Dylan kneeling on the floor between Randy and the wall, his helpless dick in her mouth.
Maybe she had been right. He wouldn’t push her away, because he didn’t seem like he could right now. But Gale could tell from his face that he didn’t want her there. He stilled inside Randy and brushed a small kiss to his temple, erasing the guilty grimace that he had worn.
“Dylan, I only want him to feel me.”
She freed her mouth reluctantly. “Gale, let me play.” She licked as she talked, tonguing the slit. “I want you to fuck him down my throat. Please? His dick is so beautiful.”
Randy’s body jerked in confusion and his face turned to bury itself in the side of Gale’s neck. Gale was filled with protectiveness.
“You’ve convinced me, babe.” He reached around Randy and wrapped his hand around the hard, slick length. “So, let me have him. I’m fucking him. No fair if you make him come with that mouth of yours.”
Dylan pouted. “Fine.” She crawled away again, back on her back, legs fallen open and fingers in the honey pot. “But you better make him come fucking hard.”
Gale pulled out again, only to slam back into Randy, who moaned loudly. “If we want to keep her away from your dick, I guess I better do what she says, hmm?”
All Randy could think to say was, “Yes.” All he wanted to say to Gale in this moment was, “Yes.” So he said it a lot. “Yes… yes… yes… yes.”
He said it as Gale’s hand pumped his dick. He said it as Gale’s other arm wrapped around his waist and palmed his flat belly, holding him even closer. He said it as the rhythm of their hips picked up and Gale fucked him deeper, deeper, and he could feel the slap of heavy balls at the join of his thighs.
The muscles in Gale’s legs were screaming with fatigue. More than that, the muscles in Randy’s ass were squeezing him so fucking tight. He wanted to give in, in Randy… to give Randy…
Gale stretched his chest over Randy’s back and pushed them both a little closer to the wall, until his hands laid overtop the slightly smaller ones. His teeth tugged gently on Randy’s earlobe. “When it’s time to come… you just come, okay?” He smiled against his ear. “Don’t announce it… or Dylan’ll be telling you… where to point your jizz.”
Randy wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t. Gale’s breath was hot on his neck, Gale’s cock was bumping his prostate on every thrust, and he was being fucked into the wall. The tingling that signaled his orgasm was running through his entire body. He stopped bracing himself, let his arms collapse completely and the wall catch him so that he could reach a hand back and sink fingers into soft, brown hair.
Randy felt lips skim his wrist and that was it for him. He felt the blinding rush, everything went white, and the spasms that wracked him milked his cock dry. Almost immediately, he heard the shout of curses and felt Gale coming all through him. Shuddering inside him as his ass clenched, not wanting to let Gale go. Felt time slow as his breaths sped up. Felt Gale’s sweat mixed with his own between them as he leaned back. Felt the slow, slow softening inside and the too soon emptiness that replaced it.
He was distantly aware of a feminine voice joining the orgasmic chorus just as Gale tied off the condom and threw it in a nearby wastebasket. Randy watched mournfully, still wanting Gale’s cum in his mouth. But he liked that he came inside him, rather than pulling out.
Dylan, despite the ecstasy they had inspired her to, said she had wanted to see Gale come on Randy. She made do with telling Gale to lick Randy’s own cum off his stomach… as he had shot on the wall and then been rubbed around in it.
Gale’s tongue cleaned him, all over his stomach and up to his chest… and a swipe or two across his now flaccid dick… even touching places where his skin wasn’t sticky. Afterwards, without being directed to do so, he kissed Randy, swirling Randy’s taste in both their mouths. It was the first time they had kissed like that… open, deep, not wanting to end.
Because both men figured it would also be the last time.
Dylan thought how the guys in the bi porn never kissed the twinks they fucked. But Gale was a sweetheart, still trying to make Randy feel comfortable. They had been hot as hell together, true, but she decided it was her turn for a little attention.
So, she “cut in” on the kiss, devouring Gale’s mouth in an attempt to get him hard again. Although, Randy had been making progress there just fine. Then Gale and Dylan got on the bed and she straddled him, fucking with her on top. Randy felt out of place again and really didn’t want to watch, but he ended up going along with her suggestion to sit by them on the bed and jerk off.
At first he closed his eyes tightly, but then he opened, finding Gale’s eyes waiting to rescue him. Gale was fucking Dylan… or, really, she was fucking herself on him… but he kept looking at Randy. It only took a handful of fast and furious strokes and Randy moved closer, coming all over Gale’s chest.
Dylan hit her peak less than a minute later, bouncing and keening and throwing her head back. When she’d calmed somewhat, she dropped forward and smeared Randy’s cum wantonly around with her breasts.
Gale came for the second time soon after Dylan. Though, more precisely, it was while staring into eyes of a different blue. And feeling Randy’s foot slide along the inside of his leg.
They lay, heavy and exhausted, on the bed… some with heads full of questions, or hearts full of doom… all craving a cigarette.
The silence was broken by she who started it all. “Randy, next time you have to fuck Gale.”
Randy’s happiness grew in proportion to his fear.
Gale was surprised by his lack of fear. By his overwhelming relief that it wasn’t over.
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Date: 2007-11-02 10:39 am (UTC)let me get back to you on this... *heads for the shower...*
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Date: 2007-11-02 10:42 am (UTC)You had me at bliksem ;)
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Date: 2007-11-02 11:43 am (UTC)Funny, I was sitting thinking if Dylan could just have a phone call. bawhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
She's about to lose a boyfriend.
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Date: 2007-11-02 11:49 am (UTC)Thank you! Glad I could... provide ;)
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Date: 2007-11-02 03:33 pm (UTC)See? I told you: just the thought of Randy's beautiful dick in (let me think...) a mouth that is not Gale's (you were right ... it's not just a girl's mouth :-S) makes me urgggggggggggggg but apparently, he feels the same way I do! :-P.
I'm telling you... this Dylan girl is a bit of a dummy, isn't she? Some people don't know when they are not wanted there....
I never EVER get tired of telling you this: I don't know how you do it. You describe phantom feelings, things that are there but not so clearly yet with such proficiency of words and sentences and feelings... it's amazing...
YOU, MY SWEET DEAR GIRL, ARE AMAZING.
LOVE YOU VERY VERY VERY MUCH!
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Date: 2007-11-02 08:07 pm (UTC)Yay, I'm glad I made it work for you! And, awww... thank you, thank you, thank you!!
LOVE and HUGS :):):)
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Date: 2007-11-02 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-02 08:10 pm (UTC). . . . GUhhhh *DEAD*!
Date: 2007-11-02 05:59 pm (UTC). . . . I have no Saliva left in my mouth.
Speechless.
Re: . . . . GUhhhh *DEAD*!
Date: 2007-11-02 08:13 pm (UTC)Thank you! Um... can I offer you a beverage?? :)
Re: . . . . GUhhhh *DEAD*!
Date: 2007-11-02 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-03 01:28 am (UTC)The silence was broken by she who started it all. “Randy, next time you have to fuck Gale.”
Randy’s happiness grew in proportion to his fear.
Gale was surprised by his lack of fear. By his overwhelming relief that it wasn’t over.
Kind of good since I think these two are going to start craving each other. Yay for confused desires!
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:38 am (UTC)I know, lol. I was actually surprised by how much people have been liking her up until now. I wasn't trying to change that or anything, but I figured she's someone who gets a little... possessed... when it comes to sex, so it felt accurate. She still wasn't half as annoying or scary as the bi porn chicks though.
And clueless.
Yeah, well, she thinks she's the shit, so... ;)
Kind of good since I think these two are going to start craving each other. Yay for confused desires!
Ooh, craving, good word... Yay! Thanks, hon!
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Date: 2007-11-03 10:14 am (UTC)Thanks!!
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Date: 2007-12-17 05:12 am (UTC)Although I think I like Dylan. I'm going to be sorry to see her hurt. I think. But I think she might see it coming. A girl that likes porn is a girl after my own heart. ;)
Off to bed... not that I'll sleep for a while.
Remember the 80's? hahahaha... I was there.
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Date: 2007-12-17 05:21 am (UTC)Although I think I like Dylan.
People's various reactions to her was one of the most interesting things about writing this fic, lol. Quite a few liked her in the beginning but not so much later... though I hope I kept her the same character... so let me know what you think as you go.
A girl that likes porn is a girl after my own heart. ;)
Oh, I know! The very idea for this fic came from me watching porn, lol.
Remember the 80's? hahahaha... I was there.
I was, too, lol, though I was quite young, which is probably why it's my favorite time. I was 11 when they ended. If I'd been a teenager (or older, but especially a teen) then, I doubt my memories would be nearly as fond!
Thanks!
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Date: 2011-10-15 04:46 am (UTC)Funny!Gale ftw
“And I won’t be able to see. Fuck him against that wall.”
Irony of ironies, I find that I'm starting to like Dylan. She's a little bossy, but she knows what she wants, lol.
“Dylan doesn’t need lube,” he whispered over Randy’s shoulder. “She’s like Niagara Falls.”
BWAHAHA! Even the gay girl inside me is a little freaked out. :-P
Still, Gale checked on him.
“Okay?” rumbled in his ear.
I love Gale. What does he expect Randy to say? "Fuck, no, you're disgusting" ?
“When it’s time to come… you just come, okay?” He smiled against his ear. “Don’t announce it… or Dylan’ll be telling you… where to point your jizz.”
He's so protective, it's fucking adorable.
Aaaaamazing.
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Date: 2011-10-15 04:50 am (UTC)That she does, lol. It was interesting to see people's reactions to her when I first posted. A lot of them surprised me by liking her at the beginning, then started to hate her somewhere in the middle. Or sometimes it changed chapter to chapter, lol. She's not bad, just a bit selfish.
I'm rereading as you're reading :)
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Date: 2011-10-15 04:57 am (UTC)Aww, yaay! We're having a moment. :-P