Essence Gale/Randy RPS by Phobosgirl This Gale/Randy ficlet was inspired by the beautiful caps princesskirsty made of Brian and Justin in episode 106. This story is set immediately after the filming of the scene detailed in her post, and is dedicated to her, in thanks for allowing me the kind use of one of those caps.   Essence "Ok, you little shit, what is it?" The door to his trailer slammed shut so hard that the floor beneath Randy's feet vibrated in protest. He turned, surprised at the angry outburst of his normally placid co-star. Shaking his head in bewilderment, he continued yanking off Justin's clothing, leaving it in a heap on the floor, and pulling on his own far more conservative attire. The ritual pissed off costuming, but he didn't care. It helped him shed the love-struck teenager so that when he left the set, he also left the job behind until the next mornings' call. It was the best way he knew to get a good night's sleep. Second best, anyway. "This has been going on for weeks," Gale's voice was rising, his fists balled up and planted on his hips. "It's driving me insane!" "Gale," Randy's tone was reasonable, "I have no fucking clue what you're talking about." "The fuck you don't," Gale declared, "where is it?" Randy shrugged helplessly, turning his back and moving to the small hotplate where a pan of water waited to be turned into a mug of tea. Gale made a noise of frustration behind him and stepped up into the small space. Glancing over his shoulder, Randy watched him stalk to his dressing table and begin searching through the various bottles and containers lined up neatly. He picked through each of them, studying the labels, until finally seizing on one bottle in particular. It was simple in design, about 4 inches tall, made of frosted glass, with a subtle symbol stamped onto the glass that read, 'CK One'. "Ah HA!" Gale waved the bottle in Randy's direction, as if it explained everything. Randy shrugged again, his eyebrows raised, and turned back to his tea. He dipped the teabag again and again in the cup of hot water, enjoying the soft aroma of orange blossoms that wafted upwards. "Every time, Randy!" Randy smacked his hand down on the kitchenette counter in annoyance. "Every time, what?" he cried. "What has your panties in such a wad?" "Oh, don't even pretend you don't know, I swear, Randy!" Gale advanced on him, the bottle of cologne still clutched in his fist. Randy turned his back once more, ignoring the temper tantrum, and pulled the teabag out of his cup, squeezing it to extract the last bit of flavor from it. Gale stepped up close behind him and leaned in. Randy went still, waiting to see what would happen, and when Gale dipped his face into the back of Randy's neck and inhaled deeply, Randy fought the smile that wanted to surface. Gale pulled back, put the bottle to his nose and inhaled again. "I knew it, fucker," Gale stepped close again, speaking into his ear. "You've been spraying this back here, haven't you?" Randy laughed softly. "So what?" He answered, "It's cologne, it's meant to be worn on the skin." "Yeah, asshole," Gale reached around Randy and slammed the bottle down next to Randy's teacup. "But you only do it when we have sex scenes where I have be behind you. I know. I've checked. That's the only time you wear it back here." Gale's fingers traced along Randy's collar, tickling into the short hair there and sending a shiver through the smaller man. "You've been going around sniffing my neck before scenes?" He couldn't seem to find any of the righteous indignation he knew he should be feeling. Gale was pressed too close for him to think at all. "Yeah, like that wasn't your plan all along." Gale's voice had dropped to a murmur. He released the bottle of cologne, his hand finding Randy's on the countertop, and entwined their fingers. "I'm nefarious," Randy admitted with a sigh, learning back. Gale's nose was buried in his neck again, exactly where it belonged, and Randy felt his nipples tighten in response. "Damn right," Gale mumbled, his lips finding the tender hollow under Randy's hairline that made him shudder when Gale breathed across it. Randy gasped, goosebumps breaking out all over his arms and neck. "So I should stop, then? We don't want you getting unexpectedly horny in front of the cameras." Randy nudged his ass into Gale's groin, earning him a long lick along the back of his neck and Gale's arms wrapped around his waist, fitting their bodies together perfectly. "Too late for that." Gale's kisses made their way around to Randy's mouth, silencing any further sass. Fin.