Wee little ficlet
Title: Lucky
Author: six_two_four
Ship: Gale/Randy (yup RPS)
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Didn't happen. I made it up. The timing probably wouldn't work anyway.
Summary: It's not even 500 words long, just read it.
Feedback: Will make me orgasm
“We’re really lucky, you know.” Randy said in the middle of a makeout session with Gale. They were sitting on Gale’s bed completely nude, legs entwined, going at it like teenagers.
“What? Living in this land of plenty?” Gale responded with a smirk, knowing that Randy hated it when re-enactments of Brian/Justin scenes happened in their real lives.
Randy rolled his eyes and swatted Gale with the back of his hand, then shoved his tongue into Gale’s mouth with renewed fervor. When the other man was panting for breath, he pulled back and said, “No, I mean that we’ve managed to keep this,” he suggestively looked down at his and Gale’s erect cocks, “a real secret. I mean, there’s been speculation, sure. But I’m surprised that no one has figured out our whole history, that we’ve known each other since I was in high school.”
“Aah, yes.” Gale, pulling back from placing a row of kisses down Randy’s neck, looked dreamily up at the ceiling, reminiscing. “You were just a young lad when first we fucked.”
Randy pulled Gale’s head back down for further nuzzling. “And you were drifting aimlessly about Atlanta mooching off friends, occasionally doing odd jobs.”
“Hey, that paid off. It’s how I met you, anyway.”
“God, you looked so hot in your dirty, sweaty wifebeater building those sets and putting up lights.” It was Randy’s turn to reminisce fondly.
“You were such a drama snob, you dork.” Gale snorted and Randy looked mildly offended, but then nodded and shrugged because it was true. “I couldn’t believe you actually picked me up, considering I was just the lowly construction help.”
“Well, that wasn’t originally my intent; I really did need a ride home that day. But then you broke out the pot and that makes me all giggly and horny.”
“Thank you, marijuana.” Gale said in all seriousness, while pushing Randy onto his back and kissing his chest.
Randy moaned a little and continued, “And I don’t believe you were a totally innocent party. You made some moves too, I recall.”
Gale looked sarcastically incredulous. “I did? Like what?”
Randy dragged Gale up his torso, gave him a sloppy kiss, and rolled them over so he was on top. “Like, you were the one who started the conversation about sex. And you kept rubbing my thigh.”
After grinding his hips into Gale’s a little, Randy added, “You big slut.”
“You love it,” Gale swooped in to capture Randy’s lips and thrust his hand on Randy’s cock to demonstrate.
All Randy could do after that point was moan, because he did love every minute of Gale’s loving.
Author: six_two_four
Ship: Gale/Randy (yup RPS)
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Didn't happen. I made it up. The timing probably wouldn't work anyway.
Summary: It's not even 500 words long, just read it.
Feedback: Will make me orgasm
“We’re really lucky, you know.” Randy said in the middle of a makeout session with Gale. They were sitting on Gale’s bed completely nude, legs entwined, going at it like teenagers.
“What? Living in this land of plenty?” Gale responded with a smirk, knowing that Randy hated it when re-enactments of Brian/Justin scenes happened in their real lives.
Randy rolled his eyes and swatted Gale with the back of his hand, then shoved his tongue into Gale’s mouth with renewed fervor. When the other man was panting for breath, he pulled back and said, “No, I mean that we’ve managed to keep this,” he suggestively looked down at his and Gale’s erect cocks, “a real secret. I mean, there’s been speculation, sure. But I’m surprised that no one has figured out our whole history, that we’ve known each other since I was in high school.”
“Aah, yes.” Gale, pulling back from placing a row of kisses down Randy’s neck, looked dreamily up at the ceiling, reminiscing. “You were just a young lad when first we fucked.”
Randy pulled Gale’s head back down for further nuzzling. “And you were drifting aimlessly about Atlanta mooching off friends, occasionally doing odd jobs.”
“Hey, that paid off. It’s how I met you, anyway.”
“God, you looked so hot in your dirty, sweaty wifebeater building those sets and putting up lights.” It was Randy’s turn to reminisce fondly.
“You were such a drama snob, you dork.” Gale snorted and Randy looked mildly offended, but then nodded and shrugged because it was true. “I couldn’t believe you actually picked me up, considering I was just the lowly construction help.”
“Well, that wasn’t originally my intent; I really did need a ride home that day. But then you broke out the pot and that makes me all giggly and horny.”
“Thank you, marijuana.” Gale said in all seriousness, while pushing Randy onto his back and kissing his chest.
Randy moaned a little and continued, “And I don’t believe you were a totally innocent party. You made some moves too, I recall.”
Gale looked sarcastically incredulous. “I did? Like what?”
Randy dragged Gale up his torso, gave him a sloppy kiss, and rolled them over so he was on top. “Like, you were the one who started the conversation about sex. And you kept rubbing my thigh.”
After grinding his hips into Gale’s a little, Randy added, “You big slut.”
“You love it,” Gale swooped in to capture Randy’s lips and thrust his hand on Randy’s cock to demonstrate.
All Randy could do after that point was moan, because he did love every minute of Gale’s loving.