Title: Watching TV
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/3/05
Rating: G
Authors notes: 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

 

Watching TV

“Whatcha watching, babe?”

“I dunno.”

“Well, what’s it about?”

“Dinosaurs.”

“Like on The Discovery Channel?”

“I dunno. The dinosaurs keep eating people but they must be in a rock band or something. And there’s a lot of screaming. Is that what happens on The Discovery Channel?”

Randy laughed. “No, doofus, The Discovery Channel shows real stuff. Why do you think the dinosaurs are in a rock band?”

“They keep calling them ‘rappers’”

“Jesus,” Randy giggled, “are you stoned?”

“Nope, we’re out.”

“Well, they’re not saying ‘rappers’.”

“No?”

More giggling. “No, they’re saying ‘raptors’. With a ‘t’.”

Gale turned to Randy and shrugged, grinning. He couldn’t help smiling when Randy giggled. It was a fucking beautiful sound.

“Oh! It’s back on, turn it up!”

Gale handed over the remote control, his eyes still tracing patterns across the blonde man’s stunning face.

“Christ, Gale, this is Jurassic Park!” He turned and met Gale’s gaze.

Gale only shrugged again.

“Have you been under a rock for the last fifteen years? This movie was one of the top-grossing films in cinema history! It’s a Steven Spielberg, for fuck’s sake!”

Gale noted with amusement the way the color rose in Randy’s face- amusement and something else.

“So? I don’t have time to watch movies.”

“Gale,” Randy rolled his eyes dramatically. Gale thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen, “You MAKE movies.”

“Which is why I don’t have time to watch them,” he reasoned. “Besides, mine don’t have human-munching dinosaurs in them.”

“No,” Randy goaded, “they’re just dark and moody and you want to kill yourself when they’re over.”

“Hey, you little shit!” Gale was laughing too, now, because he knew it was true. “Those dark moody movies feed and clothe and house us!”

“Barely,” Randy smirked. “Now be quiet, I want to watch the movie, it’s one of my favorites.”

“I have a better idea,” Gale’s voice dripped sex. He slid closer.

“Hmm?” Randy’s eyes never left the TV screen.

“I’ll be a rapper and chase you around the back yard and if I catch you, I’ll eat you. But you have to scream a lot. Ok?”

Randy laughed again, “’RAPTOR, you doofus! And what if I want you to catch and eat me?”

“Then you can run slower, but you have to promise to scream. Deal?”

“Ummmmm,” Randy thought it over, “I think I’d rather watch the movie.”

Gale rumbled deep in his chest and in a flash, Randy was off the couch, his laughter filling the room and drowning out the movie. Gale was hot on his heels.

“Ok, now start screaming!”

The End