Title: Play Time (A Slice Of Kinky Life)- Part 3
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 22/15/05
Rating: NC-17
Authors notes: Part 3 of Play Time. 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, bdsm themes
Complete: ongoing

Play Time, Part 1
Play Time, Part 2

Play Time - Part 3

“The water’s too hot.”

“Sorry, boss.” Gale nudged the faucet with his toes and the temperature dropped a couple of degrees almost immediately. He watched Randy wantonly from one end of the wrap-around tiled bench they’d had built into the stall, his legs stretched out in front of him and his dick standing at attention as the water splashed down on his golden skin. He was so beautiful that Randy’s breath hitched.

“I’m going to give you about 50 years to stop being so fucking gorgeous and then I guess I’ll have to trade you in!”

Gale grinned at him and opened his arms, and Randy fought his compulsion to drop to his knees and worship his partner’s cock. Tonight he was in charge, and he was going to take full advantage of Gale’s delicious surrender.

He sank into Gale’s arms, squirming a space for himself on the bench between his thighs. Their lips met softly, a promise of later delicacies, and they settled into one another comfortably while the spray of hot water washed away Gale’s long day. Resting together in silence like this was another habit they’d developed, and both men knew it helped to bond them after the stress and exhaustion of work.

Ten minutes later, feeling languid and content, Gale spoke.

“You’re taking me out to dinner tonight, I suppose?” His lips caressed Randy’s forehead as he murmured quietly to him.

“Um humm,” was the lazy response.

“And I get to wear it?” He asked, his excitement growing.

“Of course you’ll wear it.” Randy answered, squeezing him tighter.

“Thank you.” The gratitude in his voice was obvious. Gale skimmed his hand down between Randy’s legs and began fondling his dick. Randy allowed the attention for a while, enjoying his partner’s expertise, before pulling away with a wicked smile.

He slipped nimbly out of Gale’s arms and slid across the bench until he was fetched up against the far wall. He stretched his legs out along the bench, his right hand deliberately stroking his inner thigh a moment before resting next to the curly patch of soft hair around his cock. He smiled at the way Gale’s eyes went glassy whenever he’d watch Randy touch himself in even the most mundane ways.

“Put your hand on your dick,” Randy ordered. “I want to watch you jerk off. But don’t come, understand?”

Gale nodded, licking his lips, and began to tickle his fingers gently up and down the shaft of his dick. His eyes bounced from Randy’s lips to his small hand resting on his pale thigh, back to the azure blue of his partner’s eyes.

After several minutes of feathery caressing, Gale’s eyes slipped closed in pleasure, his head tipping back to rest against the tile, his mouth dropping open. Randy loved the way his chest rose and fell erratically as his breathing changed. Gale’s hand continued to flutter up to the head of his cock and then back down again to the base, a small moan escaping his lips now and then.

“Roll your balls in your other hand,” Randy’s voice commanded through the soft patter of the falling water. Gale nodded his head in compliance, reaching down to cup himself. He licked his lips, his breath catching.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Randy asked. This was his favorite part, getting Gale to talk to him and also to listen to him. He knew it drove his partner into a wonderful, floaty place and the deeper he went, the harder he’d come later.

“You,” Gale breathed, his hand on his cock picking up its pace.

“Tell me,” Randy urged firmly.

“I want to suck you,” Gale admitted, “I want to be over there between your legs, to taste you.”

“You want my come on your tongue, don’t you?” Randy teased, his eyes gleaming.

Gale groaned.

“Tell me!” Randy demanded.

“Yes, I want to swallow it. I love how that makes me feel.” He was tugging firmly on his balls, his hand now wrapped purposefully around his cock, and Randy knew he was beginning to climb to an orgasm.

“How does it make you feel?” Randy pressed.

Gale’s head dipped towards his chest when he answered, “ It makes me feel…”

“What?”

“It makes me feel…” Gale groaned and his body twitched. He licked his lips, his face coloring in humiliation, and Randy knew he had him.

“Gale.” He dropped his voice dangerously, knowing his partner would spiral into subspace at his tone.

“God,” Gale mewled. He panted harshly. “It makes me feel… owned.”

“That’s right, love,” Randy agreed indulgently, “You belong to me.”

“I know,” Gale answered in a weak voice. “I’m yours.”

“Yes.”

“Please,” Gale begged, his hand clutching his swollen cock, “just for a little while, let me touch you?” His eyes opened to half mast and he looked at Randy pleadingly.

“You can’t.” Randy knew his partner was close. “Not until later.”

Gale moaned in frustration.

“Randy…”

Randy stood abruptly, strode two steps towards Gale and looked down at him.

“Stop touching yourself,” he ordered quietly, “right now.”

Gale jerked the shaft one more time and let his thumb trace over the slit before letting both hands fall away from his body to rest, palms up, on the bench at his sides. He was shuddering and panting shallowly, watching Randy from under heavily lidded eyes.

“Come on, babe,” Randy crooned, cupping Gale’s face in his palm, “it’s time to try it on.”

To Be Continued…