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inviting the fire, chapter ten (they're alone!!!)
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Title: Inviting The Fire: Chapter Ten
Author:
wouldbedorothy (AHS)Pairing: Gale/Randy, OFC/G/R
Rating: NC-17, baby! ;)
Series/Sequel: one chapter + epilogue to go
Summary: courtesy of
we_dreamerz... "Gale on the fence... Randy pushing him off" lol... In this chapter, the boys get to be alone... together... in every *smutty* way! Then Gale and Dylan have a confrontation. 3875 words.Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long, but it's the longest chapter so far!
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 Ten
Randy was torn between being embarrassed by his simple living conditions and feeling new love for every square inch of the too few square feet for what it would now be to him… the place where Gale Harold, finally, was only his.
“It’s just a one bedroom,” he said as Gale glanced around the small but perfectly nice apartment, before returning eyes and hands and mouth to Randy.
“That’s all we need.”
Randy was pretty sure he’d meant to offer a tour, even if there was very little to show. But how could he be expected to think when Gale was kissing him again and pulling his shirt out of his pants? He didn’t remember getting to the bedroom, but next thing he knew, they were falling onto the bed.
“Mm, Gale… wait,” he said, in gasps of breath. “I need to know…” Before he got completely swept away.
“What? What do you need, Rand?” Still kissing, words melted onto porcelain skin… cheeks… throat.
“How did we get here?”
Gale stopped and looked at him. “Fuck…” He tried to put the reins on his desire, sitting back a little. Randy obviously wanted to talk.
“I’m not trying to…” Randy didn’t want Gale to get the wrong idea. “I’m not putting this off, and I’m not even going to ask where it’s going. I want to be with you more than anything. Anything.” He dragged electrified lips over the slight 5 o’clock shadow of Gale’s chin. “I guess I’m just trying to understand how we got from you with Dylan, and me being dismissed… to here, and you saying you want to make love with me.”
Gale smiled sheepishly and ran a hand over his face. “Yeah… I’ve never even said something that corny to a woman. I don’t know why I inflicted it on you.”
Randy’s expression clouded slightly. “I thought you meant it.”
Fingers tightened on Randy’s waist as Gale’s forehead sank against his. “More than anything.”
“Are you sure? You realize you broke up with Dylan tonight, don’t you? It’s just you and me now.”
“I know.”
“What if I’m not enough?”
The worry in those blue eyes broke Gale’s heart. He shook his head. “You’re… I fucking want to touch you all the time, Rand.” He danced fingertips along Randy’s arm, craving even the most innocent contact. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my system since we started this. Even before then… I think since the first day we met.”
“When I almost knocked you down?”
“You were a knockout, all right.” Gale winked and felt himself relax when Randy giggled. “But somewhere along the line,” he continued very seriously, voice hushed but emphatic, “you also became my best friend. I tried to tell myself that was all… that I wasn’t addicted to you, and then that it was something I needed to overcome… but I know better now.”
Randy’s eyes were wet, and he wasn’t sure he could handle the answer to his next question. “What do you know?”
“That I’m yours.”
With those three words, the tears disappeared, and all that remained was Randy’s passion for this man. He straddled Gale’s lap and pushed him down to the mattress, quickly tugging off his T-shirt and then his own. He hurried to get Gale’s jeans off him, and Gale let him, but then grabbed his frantic hand.
“We’ve got time now, and nobody watching us. I want to appreciate every part of you like I never could before… and take you slow.”
Randy shivered, slowing with the gravity of that… stretching out on top of Gale’s body, and remembering being in the same position two nights earlier. Even finding release, there had been so much they had to hold back. He smiled. “I can kiss you now.” And not just to feed Gale his own cum, while she watched and got off on it. But purely to kiss him.
He dug hands in dark hair and held on as he licked lightly along Gale’s lips, which opened a fraction at a time, hoping to coax Randy inside. Randy’s mouth hovered just above his warmth, feeling breaths mingle and tasting sounds… exhalation and heartbeats and…
“Ran-…”
His mouth touched down and took Gale’s before the full syllable could even hit the air. His tongue dipped inside and found its other, velvety and wet… massaged and slid over, under… everywhere. Gale moaned into him, wrapped a hand around the back of Randy’s neck, and rolled them over, kiss never breaking. Knees hugging hips so as not to crush him. He held Randy’s face, cheeks soft and hot against his palms… sucked his tongue, sucked those incredible lips between his, skimmed his teeth across them.
Gale made himself pull away when he heard Randy whimper, thinking he needed oxygen. But when the sexy sound continued, Gale realized it was actually both of them, and that he had been grinding his dick, cotton-covered but getting harder and harder, into the top of Randy’s thigh… still clad in a frustrating layer of khaki. He dropped one more quick kiss to bitten lips, and then set about getting Randy naked.
“You’re… you really are so…”
“What?” Randy asked nervously when he was done. Gale had seen him naked before, obviously, but he’d never looked at him like this… long and leisurely, where every pass of hazel over ivory could be felt like the lingering brush of a hand.
“Beautiful.” He hoped Randy wouldn’t prefer another word, because that was what he was. Lying there, offering himself to Gale. Flawless. Silken and masculine. Slight but strong, and grace even in stillness. He was beautiful.
Breath taken away, Randy couldn’t bring himself to speak, even before Gale started touching him. But then there were fingers combing through short hair, over the wild pulse beating in his throat, trailing down the center of his chest, tickling around his belly button and rubbing the flat tummy… and he just sighed and smiled.
The skin was soft and the definition not obvious, but when Gale pressed, he could feel the solid muscle behind it. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on Randy’s abdomen that wandered lower… down the fine trail into dark blond curls, and onto the tip of the waiting cock. He’d stroked it, he’d been fucked by it, he’d even taken a taste… but he hadn’t worshipped it properly. That was going to change.
“I promised you ‘next time,’ didn’t I?” Gale murmured, resting on his side for a moment and tonguing Randy’s hipbone, making him squirm.
“I wouldn’t… hold you to that…” Randy did not want to talk Gale out of sucking his dick, but he also didn’t want Gale to do it because he thought he had to. He’d had opportunities to do it before and never had, so Randy figured…
“I always wanted to, Rand.” Gale met his eyes, seeming to know what he was thinking. “Just… not with her watching.”
Randy understood, now relieved and really grateful they’d saved this for just them. He felt a rush of freedom… the third wheel had been taken off. “She probably would have wanted to help,” he said uneasily.
“Probably right… Okay, fuck, no more talk of her. You were hard as steel a second ago.”
He was still hard, but the very thought of Dylan had made Randy start to soften slightly. Soft laughs at how playfully put out Gale sounded soon turned to gasps when the strong hand curled around his length and gave a firm jerk.
“Lemme see what I can do to help.”
Gale’s lips just touched him, parting as they pushed over the head and pulled tight around it, fanning his tongue over the sensitive slit. Randy’s body stiffened and neck stretched with the new sensation. Gale looked up but could only see the younger man’s Adam’s apple pointing to the ceiling.
“Move up the bed,” he said, pausing reluctantly. “Back against the headboard.”
Randy skittered back, settling quickly and comfortably on the pillows, feet on the bed and knees open wide, before asking why.
“I can see your face better this way.” Gale crawled up between his legs and into position, resting on his elbows, arms wrapped around Randy’s thighs. “And I will see your face when you come. I promised myself that.”
Then Randy’s hand was deep in Gale’s hair, his dick deep in Gale’s mouth, and he felt like he had fallen into one of his favorite and most persistent dreams. The feelings washing over him, pulsing through, were too amazing and had been imagined too long to be real now. Colors undulated like a lava lamp beneath tightly shut eyelids and left him blinking when he opened them. He was really there. Gale, between Randy’s legs, face buried in his crotch, cheeks distended from and drawn concave around a mouthful of cock. And eyes that were serious about not missing a second of how Randy’s pleasure played out, fixed on him.
Randy knew he couldn’t look at Gale for long before he lost control, so he let his eyes flutter closed again. Then came licking, laving of his balls, and he reached blindly, wanting Gale’s cock in his hand, wanting to make him feel some of what he was, but he was too far away. Instead, Randy found smooth shoulder blade and followed the path down the muscular arm, to the hand that was scraping lightly over his nipples, lacing fingers and joining in.
He didn’t mean to fuck Gale’s mouth… wasn’t aware of his raised hips and increasingly less shallow upward thrusts… and he felt bad when he heard the faint choking sound. But he couldn’t apologize or even pull back before Gale’s hands were under his round ass, squeezing and pushing Randy more surely into his throat.
“Gale… oh God… I have to…”
Gale allowed Randy’s retreat this time, only to hold his dick against his jaw, hand still jacking vigorously, and let the warm spurts of cum land on his face. He tasted him, running hands all over the shuddering body, kissing the open mouth.
“You’re even more beautiful like that,” Gale whispered, and Randy’s tongue bathed his cheek, his chin, his lips in thanks.
He could feel Gale’s cock, hard and bare, pressed to his own, now spent. Realizing the man must have wriggled out of his underwear while blowing him, and brushing a hand over his naked ass to illustrate the point, Randy raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t want to risk coming in my shorts this time,” Gale grinned… though he was so hard, Randy thought it had to be more of a grimace.
“You looking for a better place?” Randy reached over, into the bedside table, and pulled out a condom and small bottle of lube. Gale leaned back and watched, curling his hands into fists of concentration, as Randy slowly opened the packet and rolled the condom onto him, handing him the lube. Then Randy lay back, bringing his knees up to his shoulders. “Come here.”
Gale had wanted to kiss and lick, smell and taste every inch of Randy’s gorgeous form. Explore him thoroughly, for his own enjoyment, and for Randy… to let him know he was enough. Good God, if he wasn’t, Gale was sure “enough” would kill him.
But his need for Randy was so strong that all further thoughts of slow torture were flying out the window. He needed him now… to fuck or be fucked by, Gale wasn’t sure he cared… although with Randy under him, hole exposed and feet hooked behind his back, he could swear he already felt that ass surrounding him.
He drizzled lube generously over two fingers, sure it had to be warming quickly just from the heat coming off him and Randy, and painted a thin coat over the pink flesh of Randy’s crack. His middle finger nudged the sweet opening, entering smoothly past the tight muscle ring… applying pressure and a more copious coating of the slick jelly, which was enough to work in the index as well. A minute or two of gentle finger-fucking and Randy, though the words were indecipherable, began unmistakably begging. For a usual top, he was certainly eager, and flexible as all hell. His legs slid higher, up over Gale’s shoulders, who quickly replaced fingers with cock… and pushed inside.
Even more exquisite… and paralyzing… than he remembered, Gale let himself fall forward onto Randy’s chest. He couldn’t move much in him from this position… wasn’t allowed much power or depth in his thrusts… but they were face to face, finally, and he had to take advantage of that, kissing the pillowy lips and gathering himself.
“Gale…”
“Hmm?” he managed, nuzzling Randy’s fucking adorable nose, trying to steady his breathing.
“I’m yours, too.” His hand caressed sweat and sinew, rubbing Gale’s back, as his voice turned from reverent to mischievous, looking down the sliver of space between their bodies to where they were joined. “If you couldn’t tell.”
After that, neither could hold anything back anymore. One more crushing kiss, and Gale was up on his knees and holding the backs of Randy’s, thumbs sliding over damp skin as he pulled out and slammed into him. Randy moaned and Gale did it again… and again… and again. He didn’t think he’d ever been a selfish lover, but he also knew he’d never gotten so much pleasure out of giving pleasure to another person in his life. An unbelievable rush charged his bones and breezed through his blood, intensifying the sights and sounds of Randy, making Gale fuck him harder, faster. He took Randy’s cock in a wicked grip, trying in vain to make it as tight and heavenly hot as it felt inside…
“Fuck, yes… right t-there… unh… ah… mm…”
Gale thought the vocal reaction was to the work of his hand, but the rhythm of the facial reactions… the way his forehead scrunched and relaxed, how Randy chewed his lip and the lining of his cheek… as he drove deep, as deep as he could reach, told him he’d found the place inside that would send him… both of them… over the edge. Gale held onto Randy’s elbows, splayed out to his sides, and lowered himself… too close to completion to even laugh at the fact that he was… what his dick was doing, notwithstanding… in the girls’ pushup position. He just crashed his face into his lover’s neck, licking the salt up to his ear… trying to hit the magic spot with every thrust and rub across the abandoned cock at the same time . Heels dug into his back, Randy taking and giving him everything. And then giving more, as Gale felt himself spread and just the tap of a finger on his own hole… not entering, just tapping… one, two, three…
Every part of Randy burned… outside, inside… his lips, his thighs, his ass, his consciousness. And then Gale set the fire on fire, everything just becoming more. And Randy clenched and arched and shook under him… shouting out and legs squeezing Gale in a deathgrip. And then Gale was coming, too, all rumble and roar… the only coherent thought he was capable of that he might actually die from pure pleasure, because this… Randy… was so far beyond enough.
Collapsed, heavy, molten and melded into one, they lay. Randy stroked sweaty hair and blew cool air on the back of the golden neck. He tried to tighten to hold Gale inside him, but Gale wasn’t going anywhere. He moved only enough to gather and spread a handful of Randy’s cum lovingly over his chest, and then provide the slowest, sweetest cleanup in the form of tiny kisses.
For someone who’d had some major reservations about fucking another man just over a month earlier, it occurred to Gale that it was remarkably easy to imagine fucking this man… possibly forever.
*****
“I know it can’t be easy. You don’t have to pretend it is. You were together a long time.”
“I have to talk to her.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“Just to get some things out. End it properly. I owe her that much.” Gale pulled the cool sheets around their decidedly warm bodies and wrapped Randy tighter in his arms. They were both ready for sleep, but somehow the question of the next day had come up, and he didn’t want Randy to worry. “Besides, there’s still the play to deal with.”
“Oh, God.” Randy blanched. He hadn’t forgotten about the play, of course… except maybe for the last couple of hours. “I know she’s a professional, and so am I, but this could be really uncomfortable.” He raised his head from Gale’s shoulder. “Be glad you don’t have to be up on that stage!”
Gale smiled weirdly. “Yeah… about that…”
*****
Randy had joked before dropping Gale off that he’d better hope Dylan let him in, but he realized on the doorstep that it wasn’t at all out of the realm of possibility that she wouldn’t. He’d given her his keys… all of them. He had a fucking spare, but it was… oh yeah, in the house. That was helpful.
He knocked “shave and a haircut” on the door out of habit, but left off the “two bits”… as it really wasn’t the time for fucking whimsy.
“Dylan, it’s me! Open up!” He knocked again, waited, heard nothing, but he knew she was home. Both his truck and her car were there, so either she was out on a run, or she was…
The door swung open suddenly and Gale’s gut twisted. She almost didn’t look like herself. Always so put together, her eyes were red and dark hair messy. He hadn’t seen her like this since her dad died. As she turned around and walked silently into the house, leaving him to follow, he was distracted from her appearance to that of the space around them. Shit.
The place was completely trashed… lamp broken, books and CD’s knocked off shelves, chairs turned over… even the glass in the frame of his birthday present was shattered, though the photograph itself seemed okay. There was a pile of his clothes in an open suitcase on the couch, and one of the walls bore a dried but fragrant stain. Before she even spoke, it was obvious she was drunk. Not even hung over, because you have to stop drinking for that.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” she slurred, then bubbled over with an angry laugh. “I said that before… I called him that and you got mad… acted like I was crazy or wrong for saying it, but it was true!”
Gale couldn’t decide if he should bother to assure her that nothing she hadn’t initiated had happened between him and Randy at that point or not, so he just let her keep venting.
“I knew! The three of us would get together, and it was s’posed to be for us, for you and me, but it wasn’t, was it? It got to the point you were, you were so into him, it was like I wasn’t even fucking there! Do you know how humiliating that is?”
Gale sighed, far from without guilt. He felt like shit that she was hurting like this. “Dylan…” He tried to take her hand, but she took a wobbly step back.
“GALE!” she shouted at him. Something that made her feel very clever through the alcohol haze permeated her brain, and she said his name again, drawn out and only slightly less loudly. “Gaaaale.” She giggled. “Gay-le… Fuck, I should have known! It was right there in your name!”
He silently swallowed the sick feeling her laughing words brought. Like he’d never heard those jokes as a kid.
“You even found a girlfriend with a boy’s name! Why couldn’t you just admit what you really wanted all along?”
He couldn’t deal with her like this, so he started walking around the house, gathering some of his things… toothbrush, shaving kit… some money stashed in a drawer… a few favorite CD’s that had survived. She didn’t follow him but kept yelling.
“It wasn’t how it was s’posed to go! The girl brings in the other guy and her guy doesn’t want to do it but he does it for her… He fucks the guy but he’s always focused on her… and he never kisses the guy, ever, it just doesn’t happen…”
Gale dumped an armful of essentials on top of the pile of clothes on the couch and marched to stand in front of her. “Dylan, shut up. I love you, but I swear to God, you’ve been brainwashed by porn movies like most girls get brainwashed by fucking fairytales! They’re not something you should base your life on!”
She looked like she might cry… or kill him… or both. “You love me now?”
“No, I always have. Like you love me. We never said it because we’re not in love with each other. And saying it would have taken our relationship to a level we didn’t really want it to go. That’s dangerous territory, and I think it was easy for us to be together because we knew we were safe from that.”
His words should have been making her feel better, but they were actually having the opposite effect. Whether it was said or not, she’d considered herself to be in love with Gale. She now suspected he was right… and was devastated by it. Maybe she wasn’t capable…
“We used to be so hot for each other, though… didn’t we?” Some defense mechanism kicked in, switching her quickly into seduction mode rather than letting her cry anymore. “I remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”
“Dylan, don’t do this.”
“I still affect you, don’t I, Gale?” She maneuvered herself closer and closer, until she was practically pressed to him. “Or has he ruined that, too?”
If her hand on his crotch wasn’t enough to make him jump back from her… and it was… the added mention of Randy certainly did it. He shook his head sadly at her and walked to the suitcase, attempting to close it.
“He has,” she muttered, almost disbelieving, then exploded with rage. “That fucking little fairy! He was trying to steal you from me from the start! He…”
Gale whipped around. “Don’t fucking tell me you are trying to blame this on Randy! You started this whole thing, Dylan! You can’t suddenly play the victim because it didn’t turn out the way you planned!” Finally obtaining a satisfying click, he picked up his bag and headed to the door. “I really do care about you, Dylan, but… you invited the fire, and now you’re blaming the burn… and that is fucked.”
Thankfully, his keys were waiting on the table next to the door. He picked them up, then watched her sink down onto the slightly indented sofa cushion, tossing out a soft entreaty before leaving.
“Please don’t drink anymore.”
She heard the door close and curled herself around a large pillow, knowing the past year of her life had come to its official end… knowing Gale was going to him.
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I like the G/D scene because it wrote itself very quickly, lol.
Well... as Gale said... they only need the one bed! ;)
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“That I’m yours.”
Well and this is just... ooooh :) 'Ridiculously romantic' :)
Really looking forward to the next chapter!
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I had fun writing Dylan all a mess, lol. And, well... not only did my Gale forgive me for "hope I'm about to make love with you"... though he insisted on making fun of himself for it... but he was surprisingly willing to say the "yours" bit :)
Thank you very much.
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And he damn well should, I loved that line!
Yeah well, Gale's a magnificently strange creature :)
don't kill me, I know this is looooooong
(ACTUAL POST)
See? I shouldn't be starting by saying this but I know I'm sooooooo weird I'm gonna say it anyway: I feel sooooooo bad about Dylan. The thing is that SHE HAS LOST GALE... GALE, FOR CHRIST SAKE! And as much as I love, worship, adore, am devoted to my little children... well, let's say I can really related to her... and believe me, she is not in a goooooooooood place right now :-P. Of course, she is the only one to blame but still... I know I'm weird... didn't you know I was weird by now :-P... so, now you know... :-$
Having said that... OMG, GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL... WHAT DID YOU TRY TO DO? GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK OR SOMETHING??????????????????????????? That was WOW This is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo beautiful... so incredibly well done... and the LoVe... the LoVe is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH the LoVe... hahahahaha... and I FINALLY understood the "Dylan's joke" ... really, really clever, my love... as you!
This time I just gonna quote one little this that gave me goosebumps, and that's it, ok? It is not because I didn't like the rest or because I don't feel like or because you have disappointed me IN ANY WAY... NO, I'm just gonna quote a little thing, ok?
Ooops, probably I really should just send this to you in other way but I wouldn't want you to think I didn't comment this one so... yeah, I think that's it!
If I tell you that I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, would you believe me? :-P.
Re: don't kill me, I know this is looooooong
Sorry I messed up your sleep, but happy you seem to have enjoyed the near heart attack that kept you up ;)
One little quote, huh? lmao... *hugs*
If I tell you that I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, would you believe me? :-P.
Not that it's the same, lol, but no I'm not going to pull a Randy in Say It Right... stubborn litle... ;) Yes, I believe YOUUUUUUUU! lol, love u 2!
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Lovely scene of Gale and Randy. It was nice to see them able to be themselves.
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The hinted at bit will come up and out in Ch. 11.
And when I save it until last, I forget to say *thank you*!
YUMMY!!!
You wrote Gale and Randy making love soooo beautifully!
And I enjoyed the confrontation between Gale and Dylan, It was long overdue.
I'm also looking forward to when Dylan confronts Randy and makes a scene.
well, because we all know she will!
Re: YUMMY!!!
makes a scene
Hehe, those are key words...
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Thank you, I think! :)
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Yes, thank you. Hell's bells. I'm sorry but I was suffering from a severe case of incoherency. Your RPS fics always do this to me, they are my guilty pleasure. *looks around furtively*.
Beautiful, sensuous, hot and sweet, and more besides. (I'm just ignoring Dylan).
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Aren't you glad I put her in a separate scene at least? lol... Thank you, sweetie.
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*Hugs*
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OMG *faints ded*
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Your RPS is tormenting me delightfully.
Hi love this
thx : hope update soon : Hugs : new fan : Kaylin
Re: Hi love this
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“You’re… you really are so…” ...
“What?”
"Beautiful."
No idea if it was intentional, but that's a nice nod to the Wedding on QAF:
"You look-"
"Good? Bad? Laughable?"
"Beautiful."
Gale whipped around. “Don’t fucking tell me you are trying to blame this on Randy! You started this whole thing, Dylan! You can’t suddenly play the victim because it didn’t turn out the way you planned!” Finally obtaining a satisfying click, he picked up his bag and headed to the door. “I really do care about you, Dylan, but… you invited the fire, and now you’re blaming the burn… and that is fucked.”
Had to quote this whole speech because it is totally made of WIN. LOVE how he defended Randy like that.
Honestly, I have no clue whether or not I feel bad for Dylan. I'm too wrapped up in the Gale/Randy happiness.
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Hmm. I don't *think* it was intentional, but I like that! :)
Honestly, I have no clue whether or not I feel bad for Dylan. I'm too wrapped up in the Gale/Randy happiness.
Fine by me!! :D:D:D