Title: Play Time 1
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 2/11/05
Rating: NC-17
Authors notes: This is a new chapter for our boys, a new kind of Slice Of Life. We’re going to call this, “Slice of Kinky Life”. 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 super-fine men.
Warnings: Gale/Randy RPS, domination/submission/bondage/various kinkiness
Complete: no, it’s just the beginning…


Play Time 1

They’d been done with dinner for some time and Gale was finishing up the dishes while Randy puttered on his laptop. Gale smiled at the domesticity of the scene and his place in it, struck once again by how natural and comforting it felt to be living his life with Randy.

“Come look.” Randy’s voice was low and Gale could detect in it a familiar husky note.

He dropped the dish towel he’d been wiping the kitchen counter with and stepped over to the dining room table where Randy’s computer was set up. He took in the full-color image displayed on the screen and gasped. Randy, hearing, grinned at him over his shoulder.

“Uh-huh, it did that to me when I saw it, too.”

“It looks uncomfortable,” Gale whispered, leaning down to get a better look. He was unable to take his eyes off the screen, the image illustrated there giving him a sudden, aching hard-on.

“Yeah,” Randy answered with a smile, his tone drawing Gale’s gaze to his face. Randy was flushed and he was breathing shallowly between slightly parted lips. Gale would wear the device he saw on the computer all fucking day long if it meant Randy would keep that rapt, burning look in his eyes. He felt light headed and suddenly pleasantly buzzed.

“You’ll wear it under your clothes one night,” Randy’s voice was quiet, confident. “I’ll take you to dinner, or the movies, or a party, and you’ll wear it for me, and no one but you and I will know what you have on under your clothes. It will drive me crazy all night, thinking of you in that thing.”

Randy didn’t consult Gale any further, a habit they were both falling into nicely, lately. He hit “add to cart” and before he’d finished the transaction, Gale was on the floor between his thighs, swallowing Randy’s swollen dick down his throat.

To be continued…