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wouldbedorothy) wrote2007-11-15 05:15 pm
inviting the fire, chapter eight
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Title: Inviting The Fire: Chapter Eight
Author:
wouldbedorothy (AHS)Pairing: Gale/Randy, OFC/G/R
Rating: um... R+ chapter?, NC-17 fic
Series/Sequel: my guess is still prologue, eleven chapters, epilogue
Summary: courtesy of
we_dreamerz... "Gale on the fence... Randy pushing him off" lol... In this chapter, NYC cont'd. The boys get closer. And then, all good things... 3265 words.Author's Notes: This one came out long, and I feel like I've been writing it so long, I've lost all perspective, lol. But I'm pretty sure it's enjoyable :)
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 (or do I? lol).
Inviting The Fire
by AHS
Chapter Eight
After walking around the New York City streets for a little while longer, Randy risked ending the beautiful dream by telling Gale it was almost one a.m. Though he knew driving back at that point might not be the smartest idea, since they’d both been drinking and were tired, he nearly fell over when Gale suggested they spend the night. Randy wasn’t ready to go home yet, so he took a deep breath and agreed.
Gale managed to find a nice but fairly economical (for New York) hotel not too far from where the truck was parked, and the argument over whether or not Randy would be shelling out money for his own room was saved by the fact that there was only one room available… a single.
Randy wandered away, figuring they would leave… either find another hotel, or head for the truck and give the four plus hour drive a try after all… but ended up following Gale, in a haze, to the elevator, up two floors, and into a room.
*****
Randy sat on the bed, staring at but not really watching the TV he had turned on because there were too many questions in the silence. Gale was in the bathroom. He’d taken his cell phone in there, probably to call Dylan, but Randy hadn’t heard any talking. Now he could hear Gale brushing his teeth (courtesy of the little bag of toiletries they’d gotten from the front desk) just over the sound of his own heart pounding as he wondered what he should do. He didn’t know where he was supposed to sleep or what to wear when he did. They didn’t have spare clothes with them, so Randy didn’t really want to sleep in the clothes he would have to wear again the next day.
Before he could change his mind, he pulled off his T-shirt and jeans, folding them and placing them on a chair. Left in only black boxer briefs, Randy pulled back the covers of the bed and settled himself under them. He knew it was ridiculous to be modest around a man who had seen him naked from nearly every angle, but the intimate ways in which they knew each other could also be good reasons why modesty was needed.
Gale walked back into the room, still wearing his T-shirt, but otherwise down to a pair of boxer shorts. He saw Randy in the bed and stopped, reaching for the buttons of the TV just for something to do. “You watching this?”
That made Randy laugh, because it was an infomercial for some stupid juicer, and he wasn’t even sure what language it was in. “No.” He sobered as soon as the room was quiet again. “I can sleep in that chair if you want…”
“You wouldn’t get any fucking sleep in that thing, Randy,” Gale said. “You stay where you are. I’ll, uh… I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“What?” Randy held on to the pillow Gale tried to take. “This isn’t for my benefit, is it? Because it’s really not necessary. You paid for this bed, Gale, so you should… get in.” He peeled back the covers on the other side and made a space, unsure when in the last two minutes he had gotten brave.
“No, I’ll just…” Gale gestured to the floor, his intention left hanging, halfhearted.
Then Randy asked a question he knew he had no right to ask, but didn’t care. “Why are you afraid of me?”
Gale didn’t know what to say to that. He kept looking at the floor… he knew he didn’t want to sleep on… feeling Randy’s eyes on him. Finally, rather than answer the impossible question, he turned off the light and climbed into bed, just mumbling, “Goodnight.”
They lay there for a minute or two, Randy staring at the ceiling, Gale turned on his side away from him, before...
“I don’t want to go to sleep.”
Gale rolled over to his back. “Randy, it’s fucking late.”
“I know. But this has been the best birthday ever, and it wasn’t even mine.”
A deep smile spread across Gale’s face. “It was pretty great.”
“Yeah… I hope you didn’t mind the song. I tried to not look at you, so I wouldn’t embarrass you too much.” Well, that had been part of it. “It was just an impulse. Still trying to give you something.”
“You didn’t embarrass me… It was beautiful.”
Randy’s slow-building laughter was not the response to those words Gale had expected.
“What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry…” Randy propped up on one elbow to face Gale, still giggling. “Thank you. I’m not laughing at that, exactly. I just started thinking how weird our relationship is.”
Gale mulled over Randy’s words for a beat. That was one way to put it. “Yeah… it’s different, huh?”
“What’s really weird is that it’s not weird. I mean… the way we’ve mostly gotten to know each other, up ‘til now… I’m surprised you even want to talk to me, like we were friends. But you surprise me all the time, Gale. And I feel like I could tell you anything.”
“Okay, then. Tell me something.”
“What?”
Gale turned to face Randy. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
The actual first thought that popped into Randy’s head, as he looked at Gale’s lips moving, probably wasn’t what Gale had in mind. But he said it, anyway.
“I love the way you sound when you come.”
Hazel eyes glazed slightly and refocused on the pillowcase below.
“I’m serious. It’s not always a good sound. I was with this guy for a while in college who made me feel like I was fucking Cookie Monster.”
That was possibly the oddest thing Gale had ever heard, and he fell back on his back and started laughing… getting louder when Randy started making sounds like a deep-voiced, overexcited Muppet, that were just too ridiculous to be uncomfortably sexual. Randy tried to hit him at one point, all in fun, but Gale grabbed his hand and held it, keeping it, resting just over Gale’s ribs.
“You’re not gonna do your impression of me now, are you?”
“No, I couldn’t do you justice,” Randy said. “You tell me something now.”
Gale looked at the face across from him… ivory and luminous even in the mostly dark… and imagined how that face must look, lost in orgasm. He hadn’t really been able to see it yet. He was almost afraid to.
A little moonlight spilled under the drawn curtains and onto Randy’s skin, and Gale was reminded of something.
“I’ve never seen anybody reflect light like you do. First rehearsal I was working the lights, I remember being amazed… staring.”
Randy bit his bottom lip. “I know, I’m so pale. Hope I don’t blind the audience.”
“No, you’re… It’s like if we could shine a light just on you, then you could light up the whole rest of the stage by yourself.”
“Oh.” He squeezed Gale’s fingers. “Thank you.” Then he slid closer, a little closer, until his arm was lined up with the warmth of Gale’s arm, thigh was barely touching his thigh, and head leaned on his shoulder.
Gale thought he should probably move away, say goodnight again, go to sleep. Instead, he wrapped his other arm around Randy’s waist, pulled him close, and said, “You’re welcome.”
It felt so fucking good to just be like that, holding each other. Gale tried to keep his breathing steady when he realized just how little Randy was wearing under the covers. Randy knew Gale had to feel his erection against his hip and prayed it wouldn’t make him angry or scare him away. After a minute, he risked looking up to the other man’s face. Gale’s eyes were closed, but he definitely wasn’t asleep. He looked happy… yet sad, tension held in his mouth. Randy lifted his head and reached to touch those lips, smoothing it away. Leaning in… slowly… until their lips were maybe half an inch from each other’s.
“We can’t,” Gale said, voice somehow soft and gruff.
Randy saw that his eyes still hadn’t opened. He’d just felt him. “Why not?” The heat in the breath between them was intoxicating but not enough. “…I want to kiss you.”
Gale wanted to cry, or else crush his mouth to Randy’s before he could think of anything or anyone else. But, too late. “Dylan… It would be cheating without her here.”
Randy knew that name would have to come up eventually, but why did it have to be now? And why did Gale’s loyalty have to make him even more beautiful?
Hearing “Dylan” spoken made Randy take back an inch or so of the distance he had closed, but then it filled him with determination to make everything he could of this moment. He stretched one of his legs over Gale’s, and his body along Gale’s body, until he was resting on top of him. Looking down into surprised eyes. Feeling hardness that wasn’t his.
Gale swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “What are you doing?”
Randy caressed and then gripped strong biceps, aligned their cocks and rolled his hips. “Not kissing you.”
Gale groaned, the pressure sweet and painful. His body had already been too aware of Randy, hard from just sharing the same bed, and this was too much. “Rand…”
“We don’t even have to try, Gale,” he whispered, pushing his pelvis forward again and earning a gasp this time. “It just happens… It’s just there.”
Hands claimed Randy’s hips. He worried that Gale would make him stop… try to make it stop… but the eyes fixed on his said differently. Intense, needing. And the hands held on tight.
A couple of precise movements escalated slowly… and then very quickly… into desperate rutting. Trying to furrow deep into each other’s bodies without actually seeking entrance. Fucking without fucking. The underwear they still wore, and was understood would stay on, rubbing against them both, adding to the friction. Sparks building to flame. They both wanted more, wanted to truly touch, but that was a line they weren’t crossing tonight.
Randy managed to slip his hands under Gale’s T-shirt and pull it up to just above his nipples, without falling out of the rhythm they had built up. When Gale felt the naked skin of Randy’s chest hot against his, he couldn’t believe how close to coming he already was. And he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, slow down. He raised his hips extra, tilting up so Randy would grind into his balls, and cried out when he did.
“Rand… please…”
“Say my name like that again.” Randy’s hands found their way to Gale’s face, holding like a gift.
“Rand…”
Focused and blue never left hazel and wild. “Always say it like that… always.”
A few more furious thrusts together, every nerve in Gale lit like a fuse, and he exploded, warm and wet, shaking and moaning. Just a few more, drowning in the sounds of Gale, and Randy followed, burying his face in sweaty, sweet-smelling neck.
Breaths took a minute to calm, to slow, to even. Then Gale spoke up, very quietly.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever come that fast, in my boxers, and been happy about it.”
Randy giggled, his nose puffing little bursts of air against Gale’s neck that cooled and tickled. He pressed a kiss to the skin before pulling back just enough to rest his head on Gale’s chest. “I’m happy, too.”
Gale was happy but… fucking confused. Terrified, even. He’d been doing his best to not think too much about what he felt for Randy. He knew he liked him, thought he was a really good guy. He could even admit he found him attractive. But anything much beyond that was all tangled up with Dylan and her sex games, so it was easy to write off feelings that shouldn’t be there as being connected to Dylan, or just the result of a tricky situation.
It was supposed to be easy.
Randy felt the confusion in Gale’s body and interpreted it as him wanting to get up… maybe even escape. “You.. um, you want to go clean up, huh. Sorry, I’ll…” The tightening of Gale’s embrace stopped Randy’s words.
He didn’t know what the fuck would happen tomorrow, but for now, he was pretending it was still his birthday.
“No… I’m good.” Underwear wet and cum sticky between them, Gale couldn’t remember being more comfortable. More so when he felt Randy smile against his skin.
“We’ve never slept together before.”
Gale brushed fingers through Randy’s hair. “It’s my present to myself.”
*****
“Are you and Dylan going to get married?”
Approximately six hours and two (unfortunately) separate showers later, they sat in the room eating what of the continental breakfast downstairs Gale had managed to carry up… a couple of bagels, pastry, juice. Coffee was percolating in the maker by the sink.
Randy didn’t want to ask the question, but he needed to know.
Gale’s chewing slowed in surprise, but he was able to answer honestly. “No.”
“Just like that?”
“I don’t really see marriage as necessary, in general. And Dylan’s not the type, either. She thinks she’s too old to get married but too young to be married.”
Randy almost choked on his danish from the nonsense of that. “How old is she?”
“Twenty-eight. But her resume says she’s twenty-five.”
Gale seemed to think it was funny, so Randy let himself laugh. But he still had questions. “You’ve been together a long time, though… right?”
“Yeah.”
“So… you love her?”
Gale dropped what was left of his bagel. Wasn’t really hungry anymore. “I… Dylan and I don’t say… that.”
“What? Why not?”
“We just never have.”
“Does that mean you… don’t?”
“Love Dylan?… No, I do.”
“Oh… of course you do.” Randy’s disappointment made him feel like a fool. He didn’t know how he could have anticipated a different answer. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have… in the first place. I’d still just be that guy who bumped into you.”
“Maybe.”
“I know I was the first… well, a couple of major firsts for you… but you weren’t exactly innocent when it came to other guys, were you?”
“What makes you say that?”
“Just a sense I got. Probably around the time you started rimming me.”
“Ah.” Gale was pretty sure he didn’t blush, but he felt like he was, at Randy’s unabashed grin. “Yeah, a few times… things happened. College, or… fuck, I lived in San Francisco before I moved out here.”
Randy’s brows gathered almost studiously now. “So, what did you do?”
Gale shrugged. “Mild experimentation. Never a regular thing. Couple of blow jobs…”
“Given or received?”
“Both.”
“Really? You haven’t done that to me yet. Should I be offended?”
“No, just put that at the top of your wish list for next time.” And he would watch Randy’s face for every second, because even last night, he hid his face at the end.
“Well, whatever you’d done before… I’m glad you saved the best for me.”
Long look… broken. Gale’s cell phone rang, interrupting the moment. Dylan. Randy went to wash the cream cheese filling off his hands, taking longer than necessary, to give them privacy. When he walked back out, he found Gale looking pensive.
“What did she say?”
“She kept apologizing. For forgetting my birthday, and for worrying me.”
“Worrying you how?”
“Leaving me at home alone all night. I guess the workshop ran long, she made friends with some woman there who lived nearby, they went out drinking and ended up crashing at the woman’s house. She said she passed out before she could call me.”
“Wait, are you saying she doesn’t know about our road trip? I thought you called her last night.”
“I did. Her voice mail picked up, and I… decided not to leave a message.”
“So, she still doesn’t know?”
“Not yet… Shit, she’s gonna see your car.”
Randy didn’t enjoy that instant of feeling like the dirty little secret. But, bottom line, Gale was his friend. He didn’t want there to be trouble on account of him. “Let’s get the show on the road, then. Maybe we’ll get a miracle and she won’t.”
*****
They did get a miracle. Well, maybe not water into wine. But they made good time, got back just after noon, and Dylan wasn’t there. They managed to get a private, sweet… though conspicuously free of touching… goodbye, and Randy drove away.
New York City was like a moment out of time, so there was nothing to feel guilty about.
Gale was in the process of changing his shirt when Dylan arrived, not more than five minutes later. She rained him with kisses and “I’m sorry,” over and over. Then she sat him on their bed and asked him to close his eyes.
“Okay, open… Do you like it?”
She was holding up a 16 x 20” black and white photo of a man racing a beautiful, very old-fashioned motorcycle.
“Yeah, I do. Dylan, what…?”
“It’s your… belated birthday present. I know it doesn’t make it okay, but I found this at a shop in Elmira. That’s why I was so late getting back. I had to get it framed. I just thought it felt like you. The black and white, the bike… Now, was the sales guy just feeding me a line, or is that really one of your… Motor Goosy things?”
He smiled at her mispronunciation. “Moto Guzzi… and yes.”
“Oh, good. It’s so old, though. 1935, I think he said. Does that make it cool, or just… ugly?” She wrinkled her nose, looking at it, apparently not impressed herself.
“It’s very cool, Dylan. I love it.”
She leaned the frame against the wall so she could join him on the bed, straddling his lap and kissing him deeply, diving for forgiveness.
Because she was soft and familiar, gorgeous, displaying a rare glimpse of insecurity… because she’d done this thoughtful thing for him… and was contrite, when he was the one keeping things hidden… he kissed her back, laid her down, and made love to just her.
Dylan wondered at his lack of underwear but told herself he was that anxious for her return.
Gale rebelled against whatever it was inside of him making him feel like he was now cheating on…
*****
“That was amazing.” Dylan’s voice drizzled slow like honey, warm with satisfaction… then quickened with teasing. “I guess old age hasn’t ruined you yet.”
“Watch it, little girl.” Gale tickled her bare skin, and her laughter sounded like bells. It was nice, this lack of anger between them.
“Okay, okay…” Chin on his chest, she held up her hands. Then, the mention of Gale’s age took her mind to something she’d seen as she came in the house. “Where did that #1 candle come from?”
The sudden flash of Randy behind Gale’s eyes jarred him, but he didn’t let it show. Hopefully, he could answer that question without opening the door for more difficult ones. He cleared his throat. “Randy came by yesterday. He’d found out it was my birthday. Brought me a cupcake.”
“That was… sweet of him,” Dylan said carefully. She was happy enough to manage a smile. “You know what? Speaking of Randy?”
Gale had no clue what she was going to say. Unless she had plans for the next time the three of them got together. “What about him?”
“I don’t think we need him anymore.”
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THANK YOU,
LOVE YOU,
Me.
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I'm glad you got to hate her again at the end, lol.
Dylan is still around for Ch. 9-11, but... in a certain regard, this chapter was the end of her ;)
Um, might have to eat at some point... but I'll do my best! lol... Love you, me!
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Re: Dylan... probably a good call there, too, lol.
Thank you!
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This is my new happy place. =) Please write fast..
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That's the best reaction to Dylan I've seen... "pfft." lol
yummy!!
Dylan must feel threatened by Randy when she said they don't need him anymore.
I wonder how Gale reacts to that!
I can't wait!
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Poor Gale is not happy...
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a 'lil belated b-day frottage never hurt anybody! heheheeeheeee
LOL
oh and please make Gale happy don't make him sad for too long.
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Yup :)
I think Gale needs to decide what/who he wants soon.
I think that moment will happen in the next chapter :)
You were right though, you are confusing me about Dylan
Oh, good! lol :)
Does that mean you'll make me go back hating her in the next chapter?
Hmm, it's a pretty safe bet :) Thank you!!
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Thanks!
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“She said she passed out before she could call me.” I’m sure that wasn’t why she didn’t call…
“She kept apologizing. For forgetting my birthday, and for worrying me.” Don’t think that was what she was feeling guilty about…
“She made friends with some woman there who lived nearby, they went out drinking and ended up crashing at the woman’s house.” So that’s how you’re going to get rid of her? Lol
Me recons she’s getting a little action herself, and it’s not with some hunky guy… and I think she wasn’t as loyal as Gale was, and didn’t just do a bit of rubbing…
Please promise me, though… if I’m right, that you won’t expose us to too much details of villain-Dyk… I mean, Dylan’s night out on the girls! lol
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Yippeeeee!!! Thank you, dear!!
As for the rest, lol... *ahem*... I'll just say you might be right about some things... but not everything... and leave it at that for now :)
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“We’ve never slept together before.”
Gale brushed fingers through Randy’s hair. “It’s my present to myself.”
---That almost made me cry!
I see major drama heading their way though... yikes...
At least the three don't have to sleep together anymore... that was just too painful for the boys!!!
Love this story!!
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“We’ve never slept together before.”
Gale brushed fingers through Randy’s hair. “It’s my present to myself.”
---That almost made me cry!
I'm really glad, because I think that bit nearly made *me* tear up, lol!
Thank you!!
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Somehow, that is about the most romantic thing I've ever even read.
“We’ve never slept together before.”
Gale brushed fingers through Randy’s hair. “It’s my present to myself.”
<3
“I don’t think we need him anymore.”
OKJWEORIAJRAWEFLIJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SQUEE :) Awesome.