Title: Loved One
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/10/05
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

Loved One


“Randy?” Gale folded the section of newspaper he’d been working his way through and tossed it to the floor.

“Yes, babe?” Randy sipped more coffee and peeked over the Arts & Leisure section. He was starting to find his way to true wakefulness but these Sunday mornings with Gale almost begged for the protracted lethargy that had them in its grip. They’d been awake for several hours but they were still lying in bed amidst a jumble of blankets, sheets, pillows and The New York Times.

“I don’t know what-“ He stopped, searching Randy’s face as if there was an answer contained in it that was vital to his existence.

“Gale?” Randy’s brow furrowed in sudden concern.

“You changed my life.” The words were simple, yet meant everything.

Randy relaxed into a smile. He put his coffee and paper down and scooted closer to Gale. He reached out and stroked the two-day stubble on the man’s face then leaned in to kiss his lips gently.

“Mine, too, doofus. Thank goodness.”

Gale dropped his head and blushed, a pleased smile spreading across his features, softening the angles of his face. He nodded a couple of times in acknowledgement.

“What brought this on?” Randy’s hands smoothed down his lover’s arms and felt goosebumps form under his fingers.

“All those poor people,” Gale’s voice was soft, grieved. “So many lost in a matter of minutes.”

Randy nodded in understanding. They’d been following the news of the tsunami with the rest of the world, their hearts twisting in horror at the footage the news broadcasters seemed to love showing again and again.

“It can happen so fast. Someone can be taken from you so fast.” Gale was shaking his head in disbelief. “Were they loved? Did they know it? All of them? Was there someone in their lives that made them feel like…” Gale gulped and his eyes were reddening as he looked up at Randy again, “… like you make me feel?” he finished in a whisper.

“Shhh,” Randy shifted closer, climbing into the larger man’s lap and wrapping his arms tightly around him, “We can only hope so, sweetie.”

Gale leaned into Randy and enfolded him in his long arms, sighing deeply.

“You changed my life,” he repeated, “I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.”

“You don’t have to.” Randy peppered his face and neck with soft, soothing kisses. “I don’t want thanks. I only want you. OK?”

Gale nodded into his shoulder and squeezed him tighter.

The End