Title: Late Night Snack
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/2/05
Rating: R
Authors notes: This may or may not be the beginning of a series of shorts I’d like to do about “slice of life” stuff. 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

Late Night Snack


Gale hadn’t seen Randy eat sushi before and he had to admit, it was almost worth having to prop himself up in a booth at 3 in the morning to witness it.

Randy would forego the soy sauce and ginger altogether and instead scoop a generous amount of wasabi onto the tip of one chop stick, mash it carefully into each piece of sushi and then shovel the entire mess in his mouth in a single bite.

Gale rubbed his eyes tiredly and watched another piece disappear between those luscious lips.

“We’ve never done this before.” His voice cracked, betraying his exhaustion, but if he didn’t talk or move or something he was going to fall asleep where he sat.

“Done what?” More tuna was sacrificed to Randy’s voracious appetite.

“We’ve shared hundreds of meals together- but never sushi.” Gale yawned so hugely that for a moment the top half of his head threatened to crack off and fall into the booth behind him. “Why is that?”

Randy smirked. “I already told you, I only crave sushi after great sex.”

“And tonight’s the first time we’ve fucked. I get it now,” Gale nodded in understanding. “We could be fucking right this minute, if we weren’t here.” That was a lie. If they were back in bed, Gale would be sound asleep. Randy had fucked every particle of energy out of him over the last few hours and all he craved now was a pillow and five hours of sweet oblivion.

“I’ll be done soon.” Gale almost envied the lucky eel that was currently vanishing into Randy’s talented mouth.

“They can make this stuff to go, you know,” he pointed out, watching. Ebi, wasabi, chew vigorously

Randy swallowed the shrimp and cocked his head slightly to one side. He grinned at Gale and said something that shot straight through Gale’s brain and landed in his dick.

“Has anyone ever eaten sushi off your naked body before?” Gale shook his head dumbly, his sudden erection pushing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He’d sign over every paycheck he’d ever make for the rest of his life if Randy would just keep smiling at him like that. Like he was a plate of the finest sushi in the world and Randy was a man starved.

“Waitress!” Randy shouted, his eyes never leaving Gale’s, his lips quirking lasciviously, “We’re gonna need a take out box! Now, please!”

Randy was already sliding out of his seat when Gale realized he really didn’t care anymore if he slept tonight.

The End