FIC: Say It Right: Part Eight (Gale/Randy, RPS)

[freakykat]

banner made by furriboots

Disclaimer: I neither know nor own Gale or Randy. Nor any of the other peoples. This is NOT real. It is fiction based on an overactive imagination and lots of QAF viewing. None of the events in this story have happened. Thank you for your time!

Title: Say It Right (8/12)
Author: freakykat
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Rating: R
Series/Sequel: Part 8
Summary: Sometimes saying the right words is the hardest thing to do.
Warnings: m/m sex, if you don't like that kind of thing, away with you. If you do, enjoy! Tons of language, slight angst, illness, but much humor in between.
Author's Notes: As always thanks to plumduff. She is love. Feedback appreciated!

Parts: |1|2|3|4|5|6|7|

Note: It's been so long that's it's probably a good idea to re-read at least the last chapter before this one, in case you need a refresher.





Say It Right


These are the times
I wanna crawl in a hole

And these are the rhymes
that try to soothe my soul

But your grace is the drug
that makes the pain worthwhile

And your face shows the love
that reminds me how to smile


There are the days
that just won't let me win

And these are the ways
I swore I'd never feel again

But yours is the voice
that says my world will be all right

And this is the choice
that I have made tonight ~ AHS


Chapter Eight


Taking a minute to compose himself, Gale closed his eyes, took a deep breath, adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, before opening his eyes and staring at the door again. Another second and he reached for the knob, twisting it and feeling his insides do the same.

He looked straight into Randy’s blue gaze, all heat and anger directed at him.

“Hello, Randy.”


***


Randy wasn’t sure how he ended up here, standing in front of Gale, heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t even sure what emotion was winning out – the sheer happiness to see Gale or the anger that had spurred him out of his apartment. Randy hadn’t even known where he was going. His mind was buzzing with all the words he couldn’t believe he was hearing.

“Randy was…Randy was Randy. He put everything into helping me get better. That’s the way he is. It’s why I love him.”

Randy hadn’t been able to breathe, every sentence whirling round and round in his head until he was dizzy with them all.

“So, are you telling us you’re in love, Mr. Harold?”

“Did I say that?”

“You kinda did.”

“Well, then, maybe I kinda am.”

It had to be a nightmare. He was sleeping, Gale invading his dreams like he always did. That was the only explanation.

“And I’ll never understand that. It doesn’t matter if I just met a woman two days ago and fell head over heels, or I’ve been in love with the same man for so long that I can’t remember a time I didn’t love him. Love is love is love. Period.”

It hadn’t been a dream or a nightmare. It was real. Gale had told the world he was in love with Randy. He hadn’t said his name but no one was that stupid. Even Randy wasn’t that stupid not to know, no matter how in denial he could be.

There had been a roaring in his head, vision glazing some and he’d picked up his phone, calling anyone and everyone who might know where Gale was. He’d even called Simon – who had tried to talk him out of doing anything stupid – but Randy wasn’t in the mood for rationality.

He was going to kill Gale.

It had taken him a few hours but he’d finally managed to find someone who would give him Gale’s new address – thank you Hal – and here he was, in front of the man he’d missed all these months – so much that he could barely stand it – and all he wanted to do was strangle the son of a bitch.

“Hello? That’s what you have to say – hello?”

Gale stepped back to avoid being run over by Randy, one eyebrow raised, eyes shining with suppressed emotions that Randy refused to acknowledge. “That’s all I’m pretty sure you’re willing to hear.”

“Smarter than you act.”

The door closed soundly and Randy watched Gale’s back as he tensed before turning to look at him. “I guess so.”

“I hate when you do that shit.” Randy clenched and unclenched his fists, breathing deeply to keep from screaming at Gale.

Gale blinked, his hands falling to his sides, “Do what?”

“That. That innocent ‘Randy is being irrational, let’s placate him’ thing you always do.”

“I wasn’t aware I made a habit of appeasing you, Randy.” Gale walked to the center of the of the room, bending down to pick up a lighter from the coffee table. “But if that’s true, you might want to ask yourself why I would always have to.”

“Fuck you, Gale.”

Randy followed Gale’s movements, mouth forming into a hard line, watching Gale’s fingers play with the long plastic. “You still smoking?” For that second, the possibility that Gale was a complete moron took precedence.

Gale gave him a strange look, then followed Randy’s eyes. His eyes softened some and he shook his head, “No, Rands. I just like to hold it. Keeps the need away.” He sighed, setting the lighter back down and turning to Randy. “I didn’t mean to - no - that would be a lie.”

Randy clenched his fists tight, keeping his glare directly aimed at Gale. When he was met with loving, hazel eyes, he fell back a step without thinking. All that anger he‘d built up on the way over was now starting to dissipate as he looked at Gale. “Don‘t.”

“I love you.”

Randy shook his head. “You can’t. Not the way I need you to.”

Gale muttered an expletive, shoving one hand through his hair. “God-fucking-damn it, Randy. Stop telling me I can’t love you.”

“That’s not what I said,” Randy snapped at him, crossing the room and shoving Gale hard, “What I said is that you can’t love me the way I want.”

Gale shoved him back. “The fuck I can’t.”

Randy raised an eyebrow, hand gesturing as he spoke. “Really? So, you’re ready to build a life? Settle down? Be with just me? With a man?”

Gale almost rolled his eyes and Randy was glad he resisted because he would have kicked him hard if he had. “You think any of that scares me?”

“It did half a decade ago!”

“I told the world - the whole fucking world - I loved you.” When Randy opened his mouth - Gale held up his hand. “Yeah, I didn’t use your name but that was for you, not me. If you’d let me, I’d shout out it from the fucking rooftops.”

Randy scowled. “You shoved me at Simon! You sent me away!”

Gale nodded, hand reaching for Randy, hesitating and hovering in the air, “I - didn’t think you wanted me.”

There was a loud snort. “I’ve wanted you for nearly ten years, you fucking idiot.”

Gale smiled softly. “I’ve loved you for that long.”

His heart leapt into his throat and Randy’s face lost its angry edge.

They stared at each other from across the room and, after some time, Randy heard a soft “Yes,” from Gale. He blinked, trying to remember if he’d asked a question.

Gale’s lopsided smile slowly bloomed on his face. “Yes, I’m ready to build a life. With you. Yes, I’m ready for it to be just you. It’s all I need. Yes, I’m ready to settle down - picket fence or in our case, townhouse with a nice backyard.” He paused for a moment and then the smile grew brighter. “And I’m not even going to dignify the last one with a response because - I mean, hello.”

Randy opened his mouth to say something else, his heart beating out of his chest, warmth and that possible happiness radiating through his body but Gale was standing in front of him - smelling so much like everything Randy needed to breathe - and their mouths just fused together, sighs and moans escaping around them.

Gale’s fingers delved into Randy’s hair, pulling just this side of rough, angling until his mouth covered Randy’s completely and then tongues dueled, savored. Memories assaulted Randy. Of the first time this had happened. Of the last time…

Yet it was totally different.

That urgency they’d always had was gone now. No desperation to make sure they got off before the closet door (how seriously ironic had that time been) or trailer door or apartment door was opened and the real world was let in.

Hands roamed over chest and shoulders, down his back, trailing heat with deft fingers. He sucked in air when calluses traced the line of his back, gliding inside jeans, gripping ass and Randy let out a surprised laugh. He pulled back, dropping a kiss on Gale’s swollen lips and meeting his amused stare. The deep gold of desire radiated, setting off shivers and he joked, breathless, “I think you might be a little obsessed with my ass, Gale.”

Gale grinned, squeezing and nodded as he moved them backwards. “Seriously, have you not seen it?”

Randy laughed, diving back in to nip at lips and tongue, gripping Gale’s hips and he was guided through the hallway and into the bedroom. Gale stopped abruptly and then they were horizontal. Randy pulling at his shirt, cool air on heated skin, and he reached for Gale’s, shoving it up and off.

He remembered the pattern of skin from chest to navel, craved to trace it with his tongue. Felt the echo of it on his lips before he followed the lines of muscles on chest, down quivering stomach…

He pulled away to glance down at Gale who smiled softly up at him, hands brushing hair away from Randy’s face. “What?”

Randy leaned into the touch, kissing his palm softly. If they were going to do this - they had to do it right. “Oh, god. I’m so going to sound like some fucking teenage girl right now.”

Gale blinked then laughed, hand cupping the back of Randy’s neck and pulling him down, kissing long and hard then letting go. “Tell me.”

“I don’t want us to make the same mistakes. Fall into some sort of - almost relationship. I don’t want to skip the good stuff with you.”

Gale raised an eyebrow, amused. “I thought this was the good stuff. I mean, there’s more?”

Randy smacked his chest. “Don’t be an asshole.” He leaned over Gale, chest to chest, skin on skin, heard the gasp Gale gave and grinned, enjoying that he had that effect on him. Their faces were inches apart and he kissed cheeks, nose, mouth. “If we do this, I want to get it right. I don’t want to be scared anymore.”

Gale kissed his nose, rubbing cheeks. “You don’t seem scared.”

Randy let out a puff of laughter. “Gale, if you didn’t feel so good - if I didn’t want you so much - I would be running, screaming right now. That’s what my mind tells me to do. And I don’t want that.”

Hands brushed over Randy’s bare shoulders, tapping a beat on his skin. “I don’t want that either. The cancer - it opened my eyes to so much. And now I have this second chance with the world. With you.”

Randy smiled, finding Gale’s hands, entwining fingers. “Good. I want to have the chance. But we do it right.”

Gale grinned up at him. “So, basically, you want to date?”

Randy grinned back. “Exactly.” He bent his head, grinning into the kiss, licking inside Gale’s mouth, pulling back at the last second. “So, hands off until you at least buy me dinner.”

“That means you put out on the first date?”

Randy narrowed his eyes. “Now, see. That’s going to cost you.” He pulled away, standing. His eyes fell to the obvious bulge in Gale’s very tight pants. “I would have been happy to blow you but that little comment - I think you’ll need to woo me.”

Gale let out a laugh then stopped when Randy pulled his shirt back on. “You’re kidding, Randy, right?”

Randy kneeled next to the bed, kissing Gale - sweet and full of promise - then stood up, moving to the door. He turned, winked at him, and shook his head. “No. Pick me up tonight.”

Gale blinked for a moment and then his face broke into a grin.

He had a date with Randy Harrison.


TBC