Title: I Don’t
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/17/05
Rating: G
Authors notes: Not beta’d, blah blah blah. Feedback is more than welcome and can be sent to phobosgirl@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. None of this is real nor should any implication be made based on this manuscript that I have any insider info on either of these two fine men.
Warnings: Gale/Randy (Queer As Folk) RPS
Complete: yes

I Don’t

They were sitting at the table sharing a bagel and coffee for breakfast when Randy finally brought it up.

“Do you ever think about marriage?” He tried to play it off like he wasn’t nervously awaiting Gale’s response. It’s cool, just a question, no ulterior motives, no need to… fucking… panic.

He wasn’t even looking at Gale, just sort of stirring his coffee absently, but even still, out of the corner of his eye he saw Gale’s body go stiff.

“Huh?” Christ, how could anyone actually be beautiful when he was talking- no, grunting- with his mouth full? Gale managed it. Randy was a lost cause and he knew it.

“You know,” he answered softly, “marriage. Have and hold? Death do you part? I do? Any of this sounding familiar?” Stir, stir, stir.

“Yeeeahhh…” Gale said, swallowing hard and stealing a glance at Randy, “Michelle and Tomas said that shi- err stuff at their wedding.”

Randy just nodded, his attention still firmly set on his coffee. Stir, stir, stir.

Gale’s hand shot out suddenly and snatched the spoon away from Randy, giving him a ‘you’re driving me crazy with that,’ look.

Randy grinned sheepishly and muttered an apology.

“No,” Gale admitted, “I never think about it.”

Randy sagged in his chair, trying not to feel rejected. It wasn’t as if he’d actually proposed or anything, he was just feeling Gale out, testing the waters, sending up a balloon-

“Rands,” Gale placed a hand on Randy’s arm, “look at me.”

Randy wasn’t ready for that, yet. He sipped his coffee.

“Randy, look at me,” Gale urged, “please?”

Randy peeked up from under his eyebrows, fighting not to get lost in his partner’s golden gaze. Now wasn’t the time for that.

“Have you thought about it?” Gale tossed back to him.

Randy shrugged but his silence spoke volumes to the man who knew him best.

“Rands?”

“Yes. Ok? I’ve thought about it.” Randy slipped his arm from under Gale’s hand and sipped his coffee again. “But it’s no big deal, I was just wondering.” He was on the verge of a major pout, which he knew was totally undignified. Still, a little drama never hurt anybody.

Gale sighed and scooted his chair closer to Randy’s.

Randy leaned ever so slightly away from him, not wanting to be a total queen but unable to completely squash his hurt feelings.

Naturally, Gale ignored his gesture. He was good at that, and Randy was secretly glad for it. It saved them both a lot of grief when one of them was able to overlook the temper tantrums of the other.

Gale leaned in, settling his chin on Randy’s shoulder and wrapping one arm behind his back. Randy continued to pretend as if he wasn’t there until Gale breathed into his ear and sent shivers down his spine.

“Are you saying you want to marry me?”

Randy shrugged once again and Gale pressed his mouth to the side of his lover’s neck.

“Answer me,” me mumbled against Randy’s skin. The vibration of Gale’s delicious voice on the tender flesh of his neck combined with his proximity was beginning to give Randy a hard on and that just pissed him off more.

“No,” he snapped, “Not when you think the vows are ‘shit’.”

“I don’t think the vows are shit,” Gale was still speaking into his neck and the hair on Randy’s arms stood up in response.

He huffed in disbelief.

“I don’t,” Gale insisted softly. “Do you want to ask me to marry you?”

Randy wasn’t going to be played with, not about this. He stood abruptly, nearly dumping Gale to the floor.

“I have to get ready for work.” He walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him as a clear signal that he didn’t want to be followed.

Gale sighed deeply and rubbed his face in frustration. It was going to be one of those days.

The End