“Wake up!”

Nothing. Just more mumbling and a little thrashing.

“Randy, wake UP!” Gale shook his partner’s shoulder firmly.

“Wha- ? Huh?” Randy rolled towards him and threw one arm over his stomach. “you ok, hun?”

“You were dreaming. Kicking me.”

“Mmm s’ry” Randy mumbled, already falling back to sleep. “Mustabeen bad dream…”

“I doubt that.” Gale’s voice was too sharp and sounded a little hurt. Randy snapped back into wakefulness.

“Hmm? Wassamatter?”

“You were cheating on me in your dreams.”

Randy uttered a slow sleepy chuckle. “Don’t be silly, go backta sleep.”

“You were!” Gale resettled himself on his pillow, noting with irritation that Randy had already rolled towards him in the dark and was now sharing said pillow with him. “You were calling Brian’s name. You’re cheating on me with Brian in your sleep.” He tried to reclaim his pillow from Randy by yanking it out from under his head.

“Doofus,” Randy only laughed, “You ARE Brian.”

“Take that back!”

“Huh?”

“I am NOT Brian, now you take that back!”

“Sheesh, Gale, ok, ok, I take it back, I’m sorry, you’re not Brian, ok?” Randy opened one eye and peeked at the clock. He groaned, “Gale, we have a 7:30 call, that’s only 2 hours from now, can we please just go to sleep?”

“You want to sleep with Brian.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Randy mumbled, dragging himself to a sitting position and turning towards Gale, “I can see you’re going to drama this to death, so fine, let’s drama it.”

“I’ve already said what I have to say. You want to sleep with Brian. And it’s not drama!”

“Babe, Brian is a make-believe character, he doesn’t exist. I don’t want to sleep with him. I have YOU to sleep with and you’re so amazing that no one else even gets a second glance from me. Ok?” Randy tried hard to sound as sincere as he felt, even though this whole argument seemed utterly ridiculous to him. And oh by the way, why the fuck couldn’t they be having it in the shower or on the way to work, why did it have to be at 5:30 in the fucking morning?

“So why were you moaning his name in your sleep?” Gale sounded a little petulant now.

“Maybe I wasn’t. Maybe Justin was, ever think of that?” Randy grinned.

Gale just grumbled but Randy knew he would come to his senses. With the right encouragement. Randy slid down next to him again, his arm snaking around Gale’s waist, his head settling on his shoulder.

“Look,” he said in a reasonable voice that somehow made Gale’s dick hard, “I’m sorry if I was dreaming about someone else,” he plucked at Gale’s nipple with his fingertips, eliciting a sharp intake of breath, “even if that someone else doesn’t exist.” He kissed the nipple he’d tugged and then licked around and around it slowly, finally running his tongue across it. Gale bucked and moaned softly in appreciation.  “I don’t want anyone else,” Randy let his hand wander south and Gale shifted under him, spreading his legs, his ire completely forgotten, “so why don’t you just tell me what I can do to make it up to you, hmmm?”

Gale whispered something filthy into the top of the blonde’s head and in an instant made Randy hard, too.

“I’ll get right on that,” Randy whispered back. “Brian…” More giggling as his mouth slides wet trails down Gale’s muscled abdomen.

A sharp pinch to his ribcage is the only encouragement Randy needs to stop teasing and get to the delectable work of apologizing.

The End