Title: The Vacation
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/17/05
Rating: PG-13
Authors notes: Another in the G/R Slice Of Life series. Not beta’d, blah blah blah. 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
Complete: yes

The Vacation

“Oh my god, Rands, I needed this!” Gale stretched his long, brown legs down the poolside lounger and sighed contentedly. They’d been in Tikal for three days and the stress of filming had been shed like the cold-weather clothing they’d left abandoned in wintry Toronto.

“We both did. And no one knows us here, either, so it’s a real vacation!” Randy dabbed sun block on the tip of his nose, and watching him, Gale wondered how long he’d be able to hold out before he would have to drag the man back to their room and fuck him senseless. That little white spot on his nose- oh christ, how cute was that?

He decided instead to settle back, close his eyes and ignore the fact that he found nearly everything Randy did cute and fuck-worthy. Sex could wait- the sun was shining and it looked like they had the hotel pool to themselves for a change- no screaming, splashing brats.

“I wonder where those little kids are? You know, the ones I was playing with here yesterday?” Randy had become expert at reading his mind.

“Maybe their parents took them to the Mayan Temples and sacrificed them.” Gale sniped.

Randy only laughed and called him “Doofus.”

Gale never thought he’d find such an endearment so adorable, but god help him, he did. He never thought he’d find a lot of things adorable before he got involved with the bombshell next to him.

He turned his head and peeked at his partner from under his sunglasses.

Randy was sitting with his legs tucked under him (when wasn’t he?) making sure to stay in as much shade as possible. His head was tipped back and resting on the lounger and his eyes were closed. His hair had been returned to its at-work spikey blond best, which he knew Randy hated but that he secretly treasured. A battered copy of Harold’s End lay at the end of the lounger, waiting for Randy to pick it up and love off more of the ink.

Gale thought his heart would burst. How could it hold this much emotion for one person and still beat?

He reached out and laid his hand gently on Randy’s arm, eliciting a small smile that warmed him.

Harold’s End. Yeah, he thought, that man had sure become this Harold’s end.

The End