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Open Mic 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
actors. Complete: yes Randy breathed a sigh of
relief as their half of the interview ended. Techies scurried around the Los
Angeles studio removing mikes from he and Gale, and setting up for the next
round. In the midst of all the commotion, Randy, grinning quietly to himself,
refused to meet Gale’s stony stare. He knew that at the very least he was
going to be scolded- but hey, it wasn’t like he hadn’t warned Gale ahead of
time. “Let’s play a joke, you
wanna?” Randy had asked as they’d sat in the back of the stretch limo the
Larry King Show had sent to take them from their hotel to the studio. “Oh whom? Gale asked with
little interest, staring out the window and swirling the ice cubes in his water
glass. Normally he’d be the one planning the pranks on his friends and
co-workers and talking Randy into helping him pull them off, but he was
exhausted and snippy tonight. He’d been working his ass off these last few
weeks, the hotel bed had sagged, leaving him with an aching back when he woke
up, and he really didn’t like Larry King all that much. The idea of
spending the night making nice with the schmuck made Gale feel drained. “On everyone,”
Randy’s glee shone in his voice, drawing Gale’s attention back to his acting
partner. This was new- Randy was so much more conservative than Gale, always
trying to talk him out of some ridiculous stunt or another. Gale’s gaze landed
in twin pools of blue that sparkled with devilment, and suddenly his mood began
to lift. “What do you have in
mind?” He leaned towards Randy conspiratorially and lifted his eyebrows. “We should go on the show
tonight hanging on each other. Like, kissing and giggling and groping each other
and shit.” Randy was warming to the idea now, mirth bubbling in him like a
geyser. “And then when Larry asks us something, we can put our heads together
and whisper, like we’re formulating an answer!” “Are you out of your fucking
mind?” Gale was boggled. “No way!” “Come, on, it’ll be fun, I
promise! They all think we’re doing it, anyway! Let’s REALLY give them
something to talk about!” Randy was practically bouncing off his seat, nodding
his head enthusiastically. “No!” Gale asserted,
“It’ll backfire and we’ll be fucked! I won’t do it!” His lousy mood
was swiftly returning. It was one thing to reprogram all the speed dial numbers
on Hal’s cell phone to connect to the PTO’s “Dial-a-Prayer” line, and it
wasn’t even too destructive to superglue Thea’s favorite coffee mug to her
dressing table but this was over the top. Gale turned suddenly to Randy and
threatened, “Don’t get any ideas about going it alone, either!” He turned back to watching the
city lights speed by, ignoring Randy’s crestfallen countenance. Gale stretched, panther-like,
and followed a pert little intern (who kept glancing back and smiling fetchingly
at him) into the green room. Randy dragged his heels a little, trudging behind
them. Gale still hadn’t spoken a word to him since the red light had gone out
on the monitor, releasing them from yet another irritatingly hetero giggle-fest
about gay boy sex. Christ, Randy thought, if he
had had to listen to Larry mix up Hal, Peter and Gale one more time he thinks he
would have started screaming for fucking nametags. And how many times did
Larry’s audience really need to be reminded who was gay and who was
straight? Randy shook his head. Gale’s shitty mood was rubbing off on him now,
and he could already imagine the screaming fight that would erupt the minute Ms.
Pert left them alone. He tried to smile politely as
the intern leered at Gale one more time and then looked him up and down just for
good measure. Do you think you’re the right woman to ‘fix’ me? The
thought almost made him smirk, but he was nothing if not polite. To a fault. After assuring her that they
would call if they needed anything, anything at all- what did that include?
girl kisses? girl love? girl sex?- he closed the door with an
inward shudder and put his back to it, sighing tiredly and rubbing his eyes. “Ok, give it to me. You
warned me and I did it anyway. I deserve to get chewed out for it, so lemme have
it!” He dropped his hands to his sides in defeat and opened his eyes, sure
that Gale would be glaring at him from across the room, already formulating the
words to sear Randy’s eyebrows off. Instead, he was shoved roughly
against the door, his mouth crushed in a breathtaking kiss that spun out and out
until he was whimpering and moaning into his lover’s mouth. “You little fuck,” Gale
growled huskily in his ear, reaching for the top button of Randy’s jeans, “I
love you, too.” Yeah, he
was happy to note, Gale’s mood was definitely improving. The End |