inviting the fire, chapter six

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Title: Inviting The Fire: Chapter Six
Author: wouldbedorothy  (AHS)
Pairing: Gale/Randy, OFC/G/R
Rating: NC-17
Series/Sequel: my guess is prologue, eleven chapters, epilogue... but subject to change
Summary: my new summary, courtesy of we_dreamerz ... "Gale on the fence... Randy pushing him off" lol... In this chapter, Randy tops Gale, Gale and Randy talk, and Gale and Dylan fight :)  2325 words.
Author's Notes: This chapter marks the halfway point in the fic!  And I have to say, I could not have gone any easier on you guys regarding Dylan's presence in the smut.  She is almost completely invisible, but she is there (so don't get freaked when she's mentioned out of nowhere, lol).  And, whoever I said that mosquito comment to last chapter, I ended up using it!

I'm expecting a lot more campaigning from the WHDC ;)

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 apologize exclusively for her, lol.

Inviting The Fire
by AHS

Chapter Six
 

“Are you sure?”

Warm breath on his shoulder spilled to the side of his neck, made shivers everywhere, and melted layers of apprehension under the skin. Helped him tune out the voice inside that screamed danger and shouldn’t, leaving only safety and a whisper of too late.

Gale nodded into the sheets.

Randy palmed the cheeks of Gale’s ass and brushed over the smooth skin with reverence, feeling so lucky that he was being invited in. He knew that some of what they had done together Gale was likely to have experienced in some form. Rimming, possibly, given or received. As kinky as Dylan was, he wouldn’t be at all surprised if she had gotten him to fuck her ass before. Shit, he wouldn’t even be surprised if she had gotten out her bag of toys and tried to… reciprocate.

But the one thing he knew for sure was that Gale had never been fucked by cock. Never by a man. He would be the first… probably only. Because Gale wanted him to be.

That thought was enough to sink Randy’s forehead into miles of gorgeous back, just to steady himself. Before Gale could ask, he pulled himself up again. He took the bottle of lube he’d brought, opened it, squirted generously into his hands. Warmed, he slathered his condom-covered cock with one hand and worked the lube in and around the tiny opening with the other. He pushed a finger inside, gently, just to test the waters. Felt the slow slide, felt the squeeze, and felt Gale continuously tense and relax as the finger moved. When the tensing seemed to come with retreat, rather than entrance, Randy decided it was time.

He silently guided Gale’s lower body to kneel, ass up, upper body bent forward, thinking how he’d never been so hard in his life and praying he could hold on. He pressed the tip of his dick to Gale’s hole and tried not to hold his breath as he gripped hips and thrust in.

Gale made a choked sound at the pain. Randy ran soothing touch over his shoulders and down his spine, whispered a quiet “shhh” without even meaning to, and waited for both of them to… recover. He was only about halfway in. He had known Gale would be extra tight, but… God. Randy wasn’t even sure he could move.

His body didn’t give him a choice. His hips were drawn to Gale like a magnet, pushing his cock deeper until the resistant muscle gave and took him. When balls met soft spread skin, Randy celebrated by dropping a kiss just under tan shoulder blade. Wet lips leaving a print and teeth digging in a little.

He could hear a similar but exaggerated wet smack of mouths, see the twist of Gale’s head, and knew Dylan was shoving her tongue down Gale’s throat. He could see her… a mess of naked limbs and perfect bed hair just beyond the outlines of his lover’s body. It wasn’t like he wasn’t all too aware that he and Gale were not alone. But Randy focused so completely on Gale that he was mostly able to block out her presence, like he would a mosquito buzzing in the background.

The tinny hum of her vibrator had been such an accurate sound.

But apparently she’d gotten bored, or already gotten off, and was on the hunt for something Gale could give her. Randy knew Gale didn’t pretend Dylan wasn’t there like he did. He knew she was his girlfriend and she turned him on, and that he needed her familiarity to keep him relaxed. Kissing her was probably the only thing keeping him from freaking out right now. He wanted Gale to have whatever or whoever made him happy, right now and beyond. Randy just wished that could be him.

Randy wanted to make it him. He picked up his pace, pulling back and pounding into Gale faster and harder than before. He heard a deep moan and the wet smack of mouths parting. He saw Gale’s head fall sharply forward, too overcome to continue kissing Dylan. Too overcome with pleasure… Randy was giving him.

The thought of that was so heady, it fueled Randy even further. He curled his hand around Gale’s dick and stroked. He fucked him harder, Gale’s ass pushed back, and he just gave more. Gave until Gale’s legs gave way beneath them and he was stretched out along the warm, damp skin, still buried, still fucking. More subtle now. Grinding, slight circles… finding every lonely nerve.

Randy felt like he’d found something he couldn’t even have guessed from his body’s initial reaction to this man. Inside was tight and hot and amazing, but more than that. It was like he now had two places in the world where he knew he was made to be… the stage, and Gale Harold.

A soft but jarring brush against Randy’s arm turned out to be Dylan’s foot. He tried not to think about it. He fixed his eyes on almost nonexistent freckles on Gale’s back. But even with a face full of snatch, Gale was still the most beautiful thing ever. Especially when his hand snuck back to crawl fingers in between Randy’s and hold on.

Randy stretched to kiss Gale’s neck and press his face into fragrant, tender skin, tasting his heartbeat, so fast. Feeling their breaths crashing together… Wanting to crash together… Nearing impact.

A distant, careening alto couldn’t take anything from the explosion of baritone that quaked through Gale. Muscular legs squeezed. He was pure, deep surrender, surrounding Randy. Splattering fingers with cum and crushing fingers with the need to stay bound to this earth, to not spin off into space.

Randy started to pull out when the pleasure threatened to overtake him. Maybe escaping feeling too much… before he could never feel it again. But he’d barely moved when Gale released his hand and dug fingernails into Randy’s ass, holding him inside.

“No,” he growled.

And the sound of wanting mixed with the sweet sting to his flesh set off sparks that burned his body down… flames licking, whipping, the force knocking him forward instead of back… into Gale… long, slow, drawn-out and much too fast… until Randy had come so hard, he was only ashes, spread and cooling on his lover’s frame.

Gale’s head turned, watching as Randy pulled out, but he wouldn’t kiss the mouth that appeared before his. Not with his lips coated with Dylan. Felt guilty, and so brought a hand up to wipe her away. But it dropped quickly, from guilt again, aware of her eyes on him.

Then Randy’s fingers were covering both of their lips with the cum that dripped from them, and Randy was kissing him, tasting only Gale.

*****

Dylan disappeared into the bathroom for a while after, so Gale followed Randy to his car. Jeans pulled on and hands in pockets. Eyes mostly on the ground. Walking… carefully.

“You okay?” Randy asked, forcing himself to smile like everything was casual and he was unaffected.

Gale responded shyly. “Guess I will be, huh?”

“See, that’s why I usually top.”

“Yeah?” Gale’s eyes came out of shadow. “Might’ve surprised me before, but not now.”

“Thank you, I think.” Randy played with the driver door handle. “I just want to say… I think you’re amazing. Not a lot of straight guys would be willing to… try this.” He wasn’t sure he believed anymore that Gale was straight, exactly, but he couldn’t afford to think any other way.

Gale laughed a little, awkwardly. “Yeah, I’m… unique.”

Randy wanted to hug him again… something… but he was afraid to this time. So, he got in his car. He turned the key and saw Gale waving at him to put down the window, which he did.

“Why did you agree to… the first time… if you usually top?”

“Because it was you,” Randy answered without hesitation. Then he smiled. “I’d do it again, too.”

Gale dug his toe into the dirt and watched the car drive away.

He’d just given himself to Randy. And the most fucked up part was that he’d done it completely sober.

*****

“You’re from Georgia? No shit!”

About a week later, it was early evening, and the boys were sitting on the front steps of Gale and Dylan’s place, smoking cigarettes and rehearsing Randy’s lines.

The three had decided to get together again, and Randy had come over early to informally rehearse a bit with Dylan. But she was out, shopping or something, and Gale had offered to fill in. Instead of reading “Karen,” which just made Randy giggle, he helped him practice scenes with the “Ty” character. One of the words had come out of Gale’s mouth with an unexpectedly Southern flavor, which had led to mention of Georgia and Randy’s exclamation.

“Yeah. Is that shocking?”

“I’m from Georgia, too!”

Gale did an old-fashioned double take. “No shit?”

“That’s what I said!”

“I wouldn’t have guessed. Although, I don’t know… you got the manners.”

“Well, I wasn’t born there, but that’s where I mostly grew up. Went to school… Pace.”

“Atlanta… Fuck, you really were close to home.”

“I told Dylan.” Randy’s uncontrollable grin scrunched into questioning. “I wonder why she never mentioned that you…”

“Yeah… I wonder.”

“I appreciate you doing this, by the way. You’re a natural at it.” Gale just shrugged, so Randy kept on. “No, you’re really good. Why don’t you act in Serendipity’s plays?”

“… Nah. I’m not born for it like you and Dylan. Besides, I don’t think she’d like it.”

“Why wouldn’t she?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Mostly I just figure the world doesn’t need another actor. Better I stick with carpentry, fixing bikes, things I know I can do.”

“You don’t have to pick one or the other, you know.” Randy’s hand fell to Gale’s knee, not thinking about it.

Gale looked at the hand, then up to flirty blue. “You’re saying I can straddle the line? Have fun on both sides?”

“For as long as you can get away with it, why not? Until you pick my side.”

Gale blinked, a little thrown, but then laughed. Randy reluctantly removed his hand, laughing as well.

“So, what do you want to do, Randy? Are you gonna be happy with used books and small-time shows the rest of your life?”

“No. I want to be on Broadway. Actually make my living as an actor someday. Live in the city. I’d be there now if I could afford it.” His eyes and voice were full of stars. Looking around, he added quickly, “But I like it here.”

“I’m sure you’ll get there.”

“Thanks, Gale.”

“You’re welcome… Now, you want any more rehearsal out of me? ‘Cause it’s getting dark.”

“Yeah, I guess page 22...”

“Why are you squinting like that?”

“Oh… like you said, it’s getting dark.”

“No, you were doing it before, I just didn’t ask. You think maybe you need glasses?”

“No,” Randy sighed, reaching into the front pocket of his bookbag and pulling out the hated frames. “I have them already.”

“Well, put ‘em on!”

“I don’t want to.”

“… Okay, now I have to see.” Gale grabbed the glasses and held Randy in place by the back of the neck, managing to slip them onto his face, amidst protest. He laughed at Randy’s pout. He looked like the hot captain of the debate team. Gale took a sidepiece between his fingers and straightened the glasses unnecessarily. “You look good.”

Randy’s fingers landed on Gale’s. “Thank you…”

Dylan’s car pulled into the driveway just then, and the boys moved apart. Gale stood to greet her, with a kiss and smile, and take her grocery bag.

“What did I miss?” she asked, a definite edge to her voice, and didn’t wait for the answer before stormily breezing inside.

*****

Much later that night, after Randy left…

“If you think Randy is shy or needs you to speak up for him, you have got the wrong impression, Gale! He’s always full of opinions at rehearsal! Never hesitates to say when he doesn’t like something!”

“This is different, Dylan. You know he’s gay. You know he doesn’t want you touching him. Why did you keep doing it?”

“Maybe to see the reaction I would get.” But from the look in her eyes, he didn’t think she meant Randy’s.

“Just don’t do it anymore… if we even do this anymore.” His voice faded out, unsure how long things would continue. “The deal was you and me, and me and him, but not…”

“Yeah, that was supposed to be the deal, wasn’t it? But that’s not how it turned out.”

Gale stared at her, finding no concrete accusations but feeling caught. “Just… stop.”

He slept on the couch.

*****

The next night, after a day mostly tense and silent, Dylan was a bit drunk and very horny. She persuaded Gale to bed, kissing him, rubbing herself against him. His hands floated at his sides at first, but she grabbed them and placed them firmly on her breasts. His body seemed to respond to her efforts, but suddenly he was pushing her away… gently, but she still felt something bruise.

“I’m tired, okay?” he muttered, rolling away onto his side.

She stood up shakily, hand to her head, beginning to laugh hysterically at how unfunny her life was. “You’re tired… Oh my God.” She walked around the bed until she could yell at his face. “Yeah, that’s why you’re not interested in sex! You’re tired! It’s not because Randy’s not here!”

He said nothing.

“I’d offer my ass, but I don’t think it’d be the same… Maybe I should fuck you with a strap-on, huh? Maybe you’d like that better…”

He said nothing as she stumbled out of the room, still spewing anger and self-pity.

“Maybe then you could pretend.”