Title: Play Time (A Slice Of Kinky Life)- Part 4
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 04/20/05
Rating: NC-17
Authors notes: Part 4 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 4


Putting it on had been a challenge. Finding pants loose enough to accommodate it had been harder. Remaining still while seated was proving nearly impossible. Gale was valiantly trying to sit up very straight in order to relieve the pressure on his cock and balls with a minimum of growls, grunts and squirms, but, Randy was pleased to see, he was failing miserably.

Randy grinned at him over the pasta course, appreciating with fascinated lust the glazed expression in his partner’s eyes. It had been there since they'd gotten out of the shower and, deep in the grip of his surrender, Gale had become so complaisant and so heavily focused on the contraption confining his dick that Randy had even needed to order dinner and wine for both of them.

He noted with amusement that Gale had hardly touched his dinner and that his eyes kept coming to rest on Randy’s lips, hands and upper body. Randy took full advantage of this fact, gesturing gracefully as he chattered, moistening his lips repeatedly with his tongue and rubbing his hands casually over his chest, occasionally applying more pressure over his nipples.

Gale was mesmerized and only good manners kept him from openly panting.

“Too much olive oil in the pesto, babe?” Randy inquired lightly.

“It’s fine,” Gale grunted.

“Umm,” Randy answered, enjoying Gale’s agitated state while pretending not to notice it, “you aren’t eating much. Not hungry?”

“Randy,” Gale exhaled softly.

“Hmm?” Randy looked up at him from under raised eyebrows, evincing innocence.

“I need...” he didn’t finish, fearing that saying he was desperate to leave so Randy could take him home and fuck him senseless would only keep Randy in his seat even longer, just to needle him. It was his right, he was in charge, but Gale was bright enough to know that handing him more ammunition would only result in his own prolonged misery.

Randy let his voice drop as he leaned close to Gale and pressed a hand to the back of his neck.

“Tell me what you need, babe,” he purred.

Gale sagged into him, felt a strong pinch from his groin area and bolted upright again.

“Fuck,” he muttered in frustration. And then again, “Randy.”

Randy chuckled and took another bite of his pasta.

“Does it hurt?” he inquired politely.

“A little,” Gale groaned, “but mostly it’s just pressure and...”

“And what?”

“I’m so fucking hard!”

“Oh,” Randy grinned. “Poor baby.”

Gale whimpered for effect, but Randy ignored it and took a long sip of wine, eyeing him with a smirk.

“So, aside from being uncontrollably horny, which is how I like you, anyway,” Randy teased, “how does it make you feel to be wearing it, finally? I know you’ve been waiting for this day for two weeks and if you weren’t under strict orders not to, I’m sure you would've jerked off a dozen times just thinking about it. So, tell me.”

“It reminds me that I belong to you,” Gale admitted quietly, sending shivers down Randy’s spine. They both knew the score, but Gale got off on saying it and Randy thrilled to hear it.

“Not that you needed a reminder,” Randy pointed out firmly, maintaining his control.

“Right.” Gale shifted his position again and grimaced. “Randy, please.”

“Please what?” Randy’s tongue slipped across Gale’s earlobe unexpectedly, drawing from him a shudder so deep that Randy felt it through their barely touching thighs.

“God!” Gale groaned, fighting off an orgasm. The massaging of the four leather straps confining his cock and the fifth one tightening around his balls was painful and chafing, but in a deliciously hot way that felt a little like being stroked. Brutally.

Randy knew that Gale was seconds from begging and he’d never deny either of them that pleasure, so he gripped Gale’s thigh tightly in one hand and whispered into his ear, “Your dick looks so spectacular in that thing that all I wanted to do when I strapped you into it tonight was fall to my knees and suck you off.”

“Oh holy fuck,” Gale rasped, “Please, fuck, Randy, take me home, get me out of here, please, I can’t last much longer, I’m going crazy, I need to be fucked, fuck, take me home, ok, please Randy, I need you!”

Randy’s laughter was loud and joyous, drawing the eyes of diners near them, as he signaled to the waitress to bring him their check.

To be continued (I hope!)...