Title: A Night at the Theatre
Fandom: Queer As Folk RPS
Pairing/Characters: Randy/Gale
Author: knittedshadow
Rating: NC-17
Words: 668
Description: He stands on the stage, hand in hand with the other cast members, bowing over and over in front of a red curtain.
Challenge: None
Disclaimer: Erm, yeah they don't actually do this.


A Night at the Theatre

Prologue

He stands on the stage, hand in hand with the other cast members, bowing over and over in front of a red curtain. His face is flushed and smiling broadly. Adrenaline drumming through his veins and applause ringing in his ears.

On the final bow he is handed a bouquet and a voice that accompanies the flowers whispers that they come from the man at the back. He peers through the hazy glare of stage-lights to the darkened audience below but cannot make out a familiar face. Just as he is about to turn away and leave the stage he spots a tall man standing at the very edge of the back row. Familiar shoulders, familiar stance. And even if he can’t make out the face in the shadows, he can feel hazel eyes locked on his.

Act 1

Randy doesn’t care who sees them, running together down the corridor, stock still every few steps, unable to stop kissing. Stumbling their way along, laughing breathlessly. Their eyes only for each other.

The nearest door, Randy’s dressing room. His back crashes into it, slamming it shut behind them. Standing for a moment in the darkness and then Gale’s pulling off their shirts and kissing him so hard it bruises. They stumble towards the dressing table, limbs still entangled and Gale pushes Randy forward, bending him over the drawers.

Randy gasps, instantly hard and panting, gripping at its edge as Gale thrusts behind him. He can feel the heat easily through the layers of clothing but longs to be closer. Gale, aware of the barrier too, tugs at Randy’s pants and then pulls at his own.

Bare skin on bare skin, lips and hips crashing as Randy twists his head to meet Gale’s mouth. They are still kissing when Gale pushes forward, that slow burn and quiet moan. And the room is suddenly silent around them, heavy on their ears, as they concentrate solely on that long deliberate thrust.

Stopping at the moment when they are as close as they could ever be, Gale flutters kisses down Randy’s back, tangling fingers in blond hair. And then he leans forward, his chest following the curve of Randy’s spine, lips to Randy’s cheek. The whispers are for his ears only.

Then, when Gale can stand the heat no longer, they set a punishing pace, brutal thrusts and harsh groans, moving in perfect unison. Gale delighting in the muscles strained beneath him, unable to stop roaming hands sliding over taut shoulders and back and eventually slipping lower.

He comes first, unable to last. He moans and pulls Randy’s hair so that his head turns and he is able to kiss him again. Randy, hearing the moan, the movement, feeling the kiss, doesn’t last much longer, coming with a shout and thrusting himself further back onto Gale.

They stay like that for a moment, breathing heavily, not wanting to move. But slowly, unwillingly Gale stands back, gets rid of the condom and turns Randy to face him. His eyes are unreadable.

They share one more stolen kiss.

Act 2

Gale lies sprawled on the floor, Randy sits opposite, back resting on cold wall. They pass a joint between them, sickly smoke curling through the air. Outside, the building has closed up and gone home, corridors darkened and empty. The light in the dressing room is off too. Cold moonlight from a small window set high in the wall, streams on to the floor, illuminating the silvery smoke

Their hands touch when the joint is passed again and their eyes meet. Randy takes a drag.

Did you miss me?
Yes

They smile. It’s all they need to say.

Epilogue

He stands on the stage, hand in hand with the other cast members, bowing over and over in front of a red curtain. The adrenaline’s still drumming and the applause still rings. But tonight, on the final bow, he will leave the hazy blaze of the stage and go back to his dressing room alone.