Title: Acquiesce
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 2/2/05
Rating: NC-17
Authors notes: I thought this story was complete with this final chapter. Turns out, I was wrong- Randy wants to have his say, so I am taking dictation and hope to have it ready for public consumption soon! This has been beta’d to death by my dear friends and relentless cheerleaders, vedaprophet and plumsuede. Thank you ladies, without your encouragement, I’d never have taken this on! 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: Unprotected sex, Bondage/Domination/Submission/Discipline, Gale/Randy RPS
Complete: apparetnly not

Relinquish (Part 1) Explore (Part 2)


Acquiesce

Gale woke sometime later, feeling Randy’s body entwined with his. He thought that hours had probably passed, because the room was dim with the fading light of dusk.

His muscles ached from the strain of being bound so tightly, but it was the kind of warm ache he’d often felt and enjoyed after a good, hard work out. He stretched carefully, not wanting to lose even the slightest contact with Randy’s body, and settled in comfortably again.

Randy was still dozing, and somehow in their sleep they had wound around each other in exactly the same position they usually found themselves when waking up each morning. Randy’s head was tucked up under Gale’s chin and Gale’s much longer arms were wrapped securely around him; Gale’s leg laid over Randy’s thigh protectively. Even in his sleep Gale apparently played a dominant role.

He wondered if that might begin to change in light of the afternoon they’d had.

If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t entirely sure, now that the cloud of passion was mostly dissipated, what he thought about what had happened. He’d certainly loved it, and he wanted to explore this new dynamic further at their earliest opportunity, but what did that mean about who he was?

Was he different now? Was Randy? Would the comfortable balance they had established early on in their relationship shift measurably and would that shift be something they could both live with? Did any of it mean anything at all? Maybe it was just play- something they’d do occasionally and enjoy, and that would be all.

But that isn’t what it felt like; it didn’t seem like just play. Not this afternoon when they’d been doing it, and not now when he was thinking about it clearly. Something had changed, he was sure of it.

For starters, the walls he was only vaguely aware he’d been keeping between he and his partner were either gone or so decimated that holding anything back from Randy now seemed laughable. That probably wasn’t such a bad thing- he obviously hadn’t been nearly as good at compartmentalizing himself as he’d thought. Randy’s easy read of their conversation last week, and the actions he’d taken today, had shown that. So the only one Gale had really been hiding anything from had been himself and he was a firm believer in the Latin philosophy ‘Nosce te ipsum’- Know Thyself. He’d rather understand who he was and what motivated him, even if those realizations might be uncomfortable or frightening to face, than live in a fog of uncertainty and misdirection.

Gale thought he might also have some answers to questions that had plagued him since childhood. He was a little shocked at how easy it had been to forget, or maybe even bury, the feelings he’d had growing up. Lying here safe, warm and understood, he was able, without fear, to think back into those years and try to pin down exactly when it might have been that he’d begun to suppress his impulses and desires.

He recalled always being the kid in the neighborhood who allowed himself to be tied to trees as the captive of some nefarious bank robbers or bloodthirsty Indians. He’d teased girls at school until they’d turn on him and clobber him or tackle him to the ground. And despite being an excellent athlete and substantially taller than most of his friends, they’d always miraculously find themselves victorious over him.

He shifted, smiling to himself in mild embarrassment of his childhood antics, and buried his face in Randy’s soft hair. He let his awareness slip back to the present for a moment while he enjoyed the scent of Randy’s shampoo and the way the smaller man fit so perfectly into Gale’s body, like they’d been born to hold one another this way.

As a teenager, he could remember being fascinated by T.V. programs in which the bad guys (or even better, the good guys) were tied up and left for dead. But try as he might, he couldn’t recall telling any of his friends about his odd proclivities. Whether that was because he didn’t have the language to do it properly, or out of a sense of shame, he wasn’t sure.

By the time he got into high school, however, other sexual activities and confusions took over and that was, apparently, when he began to forget about the excitement he felt while being controlled or punished. He guessed he’d begun to discount those experiences as “childish” and when he’d started noticing the sexual potential in his peers, both male and female, the chaos that caused in him blurred any further reasoning.

One he reached his early 20’s, his memory of those childhood afternoons was almost wiped clean. College, soccer and getting laid pushed nearly everything else out of his mind. Looking back now, he found it incredible and a little sad that something with such obvious power over him could have been hidden away for so long. In a sense, he felt like he was “coming out” all over again. And at his age!

He stifled a chuckle by pressing his lips to Randy’s warm forehead. He couldn’t even calculate how lucky he was to have found someone perceptive enough to see things about him that he didn’t even see himself, and who was also willing to accept them as part and parcel of the man he loved.

Gale was overcome with a wave of emotion and he squeezed Randy tightly in the circle of his arms.

Ok, so now there was this thing in their lives, this new force to examine and deal with. Where did it fit? He had always been a fairly assertive person- not in a domineering way, but he was never one to shy from going after what he wanted. He wondered how that personality type could mesh with the almost overpowering need to feel as if he was submitting to Randy.

He thought of the blur of emotions that had manifested in him while he’d been at Randy’s mercy. There was bewilderment, obviously, but there was also the thrill of being controlled utterly by someone else. He’d evidently had enjoyed it since early childhood. Did that mean he’d been born that way? And if so, why had he then become the kind of outgoing man who refused to remain passive in his own life? How could the two needs not clash disastrously?

And being humiliated by his own actions and the feelings Randy had forced him to immerse himself in- how in the hell could that be a healthy thing? Liking humiliation? Wanting and craving it? It didn’t make sense- he was a proud person, not a doormat.

Then there was the pain Randy had inflicted and his own baffling reaction to it. It had hurt, but in a way that was weirdly erotic and wonderful. The psychological reasons for his excitement were there to be explored further and understood, but he’d also felt physical pleasure in it, as well. Pain that registered as pleasure? Was there something wrong with the wiring in his brain?

Apparently, there was a new reality in his life: being sexually controlled, humiliated and used, and having pain inflicted on him, made him wild with desire. He thought he should be freaked out by this bizarre fact, but he was strangely calm and unafraid. He would find the answers- he and Randy together would figure it out. He’d been emotionally and physically out of control this afternoon, possibly for the first time in his adult life, and he’d liked it; he wanted to feel that way again. Soon.

And just like that, he was aroused. He sucked in a deep breath, enjoying the zing of salacity rushing through him. He needed Randy, now.

He kissed the top of Randy’s blond head and scooted down until he could see his lover’s face. The wet, insistent kisses he lavished on Randy’s mouth, cheeks, eyelids and jaw line would wake the man up quickly enough and as Randy began to stir, Gale nudged him onto his back, so he could continue tasting his delectable pale skin.

He was in control again, and by the way Randy’s body was already responding to him, he could tell that his partner had no objections to giving himself over to Gale’s ministrations. It was time for some payback.

Sliding his hand down the smooth skin of his partner’s chest and abs, he marveled at the tightness he found there. Randy had begun going to the gym during the 4th season to get in shape for the Pink Posse story line and he’d never stopped once it was over. They now had all the exercise equipment they needed in a spare bedroom downstairs, and they worked out together every day with their personal trainer. Randy’s body was cut and hard, not soft and pliable as it had been when they’d first met, and Gale loved the feeling of those rigid muscles under his fingers.

His tongue found all of Randy’s dimples, every ripple, every sensitive niche on his way south and by the time he swallowed Randy’s cock into his throat, Randy was writhing and panting, his hands clutching Gale’s hair in spasming fists.

Gale didn’t let up until Randy began stuttering his name in hyperventilated gasps. Evil took him over then, and he slid back up to face Randy, letting his hand describe long slow strokes up and down Randy’s dick.

“So, do you want to talk about why you tied me to the bed this afternoon, hmm?”

Randy’s eyes were rolling back into his head and his body was still twitching. Gale couldn’t suppress his grin of satisfaction.

“Asshole,” Randy called him, making Gale laugh. “Fuck me. Now, goddammit, fuck me, Gale.”

Randy was already rolling to his side, backing into Gale’s body insistently and Gale let the man grind into him with frustrated groans for a moment more before pushing into him roughly. It was over quickly for both men and they laid, pressed tightly together with their fingers entwined, until they could remember their names again.

Gale was the first one to start laughing, the release of his orgasm and the frantic activities of the day finally catching up with him. Randy fell victim to it shortly after and for a while, they let the giggles take them over.

“Yeah, ok,” Randy was still chuckling softly, “I get it. You’re mostly a top.” He rolled over to face Gale, their noses almost touching, and smiled at him. “I had to tie your ass down, beat, and rim you before you were begging me, but all you had to do was suck my dick for five minutes and give me a half-assed hand job before I was begging you.”

Gale started giggling all over again, until his sides ached and tears ran down his cheeks. He clutched Randy tighter, knowing that he would be crazy not to hang onto someone who could make him feel silly and sexy, constrained and emancipated, dominant and submissive- all in the span of a few hours.

He was ready to face a new chapter in his life, now. He couldn’t wait.

The End