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Title:
Revelations 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 “You're a wrong turn- He
thought he’d finally managed to sneak up on the man. He crept towards the back
of the couch, cat-quiet even though the giggles wanted to overtake him.
Bending to a crouch behind the sleeping man reclining there, he reached
his hand out and tickled his cheek. “Gale?”
He inquired, quietly. Naturally, he’d been fooled again- Gale’s much larger
hand shot up and gripped his before he could jerk it away. Randy’s clean,
happy laughter bubbled out of him as hazel eyes turned to meet his over the back
of the couch. “I
thought I had you!” he laughed, “How do you always know when I’m there?
You were sleeping!” Gale
kept gentle pressure on Randy’s hand and turned his face into it as he
answered. Randy gasped sharply as Gale’s breath tickled his palm in a way that
was uniquely, intimately theirs. One day he’d muster the courage to tell Gale
exactly how affected he was by simple gestures like that. How he’d take them
home every night, replay them like his own private dailies, sigh Gale’s name
into his pillow before dropping off into another exhausted sleep after fourteen
hours spent working side by side with a man who would never love him the same
way he was loved. “I
wasn’t asleep,” Gale breathed softly, “And it’s your shampoo.” Randy
blinked several times to clear his head of the sudden giddy buzz that began when
he felt Gale’s lips move softly over his palm. “M-my shampoo?” It was
getting harder to remain coherent. Meeting
Randy’s wide-eyed stare with amusement, the larger man placed a soft kiss dead
center of Randy’s palm, his lips lingering a moment longer than even their
weird propriety allowed. Randy was instantly mesmerized, rooted to the spot
where he crouched behind the couch. Does he know what he does to me? “I
knew you were there before you even touched me because I can smell your
shampoo.” The explanation was simple and obvious. How did he not get it
before? He felt Gale’s lips curl into a smile in his palm before he even saw
the mirth reach those dark eyes. Randy
only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, his gaze never leaving the sight of
Gale’s mouth pressed into his hand. ”I die
everytime you walk by. Gale’s
eyes slipped closed once more, though he didn’t relinquish Randy’s hand. His
breath was warm and pushed softly against Randy’s flesh, giving him the
audacity he needed to reach his other hand out and tentatively stroke Gale’s
soft hair. Like a cat waking from a nap, Gale’s eyes slid open again and
locked with quiet intensity into crystalline blue. Randy
lost track of how many seconds (minutes?) they studied each other, locked
together in some kind of slow motion nirvana, but he was sure it took him a
while before he registered that Gale was still placing soft, quiet kisses into
his palm. When reality snapped back into place, moments or days later, Randy’s
eyes widened suddenly. “Gale?”
Impossible. Not possible! “Are you flirting with me?” Randy
held his breath. “I
don’t know,” Gale replied honestly, after several beats of silent
contemplation, “What would you think if I was?” “I
don’t know.” Randy echoed. More
minutes spent in silent regard of one another spun out until Randy was beginning
to wonder how in the hell time had become so elastic. His hand was still clasped
gently in Gale’s as the man said, “Let’s find out. Dinner tonight, after
work?” Randy
exhaled sharply and breathed the only answer possible, “Yes!” “You're
the third scoop- |