Title: Wedding Plans- Part 2
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@earthlink.net)
Date: 3/1/05
Rating: G
Authors notes: Feedback is more than welcome and can be sent to phobosgirl@earthlink.net
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 super-fine men.
Warnings: Gale/Randy RPS
Complete: ongoing

You should read  I Don't and Timing is Everything as well as Wedding Plans - 1 before reading this, otherwise, it won’t make a lick of sense!

Wedding Plans- part 2

“Ok, so what was the compromise?”

I’ve barely caught my breath and he’s waiting for me to answer. Is it his youth or just his personality that gives him this kind of energy? I was sorta hoping for a nap… little fucker almost wore me out. One minute we’re sitting in the dining room drinking coffee and the next he’s got me face down in the pillows.

“Umm..” I roll onto my back slowly and his hand finds my shoulder, begins stroking softly. I lay still for a minute more, just breathing sweet, unobstructed air in and out.

“Gale?” His face hovers over mine and I notice with a twitch in my cock that his eyes are still dilated.

“Um fuck, yes. My brain is still a little scrambled, gimme a sec, ok?”

He smiles at me smugly and settles his head on the pillow next to mine, his hand still stroking. And I’m supposed to think when he’s this close, naked, touching me, and his eyes are so black?

I roll towards him, tangle him up in my arms and legs. I’ve got him now, he’s not going anywhere. Ever.

My lips find his earlobe and start nibbling and suckling of their own accord. I cannot be held responsible for my actions when he insists on being so fucking beautiful.

“Gale!” he’s trying to fight me but it comes out all seductive and shit so I can’t stop. I munch my way into his neck and feel, actually feel, his flesh break out into goosebumps. Like, all over his body. It makes my dick rigid before I even take my next breath.

“You’re so easy,” I tell him, pressing hard against him so he can see how easy I am, too.

I lick my way to his Adam’s apple and feel it bob in his frantic attempt to swallow. I smile against his skin and I’m certain he knows it. His hands are in my hair now and I decide that this time, it’ll be his face flattened to the mattress and his delicious ass in the air for me.

“Tell me about your compromise,” he moans, stunning me with his persistence.

I lick my way across his throat to his other ear and pull that earlobe into my mouth, work it wetly for a moment.

“Well,” I breathe, “We’ll have it here, for starters.”

He sighs softly and I take that as an agreement. I can’t stay away from his mouth a minute longer, so I capture it with my own and for a while, that’s all either of us knows or can think about.

By the time we’ve broken our lip lock, I’m lying on top of him, his cock full and hot against my belly.

“What else,” he asks me, and I suddenly realize that the reason I associate the color blue with love is because he looks at me this way.

“You’re breathtaking,” I tell him truthfully.

He smiles again, his fingers tickling my cheeks.

“The wedding, Gale,” he reminds me.

“Right.” The wedding. Can’t come too soon for my taste. “Right, the wedding, the wedding. Here at home. In the garden, out back.” I kiss his eyelids, shutting me away from the blue for a few seconds. “Some friends, a little bit of family.” I kiss the tip of his nose. “No more than maybe 30 people?” I pull his upper lip between my teeth and tease it. “Maybe Thom wouldn’t mind taking the photos for us.” I nibble on his lower lip. “And the cake could be simple, no tiers, no froo-froo.” He’s moaning now and breathing hard. Who knew wedding cakes and photos were such a turn on? “And then a big fucking party.”

I shift my attention to his shoulders, moving slowly down his heaving chest.

“Oh,” I amend, “And rings.” I lick his right nipple and it contracts between my lips. Yeah, a lifetime of this could never be enough- where do I sign up for more?

“Gale.” It’s all he can do to whisper my name.

“I like simple platinum, no ornamentation, but we’ll get what you want.” His other nipple snags my attention and I move to it. He arches into my mouth.

“Fuck me,” he pants.

Pay dirt.

I nudge him over onto his side and slide up behind him, folding him into my arms. His hand grips my thigh, trying to draw me closer. It’s all the invitation I need.

I maneuver my cock so it rests directly against his hole and ask, “Do you like my compromise?”

“Yes,” he grinds out, his voice hoarse. He pushes back against me, “anything you want, please!”

“Anything I want?” I tease, almost losing control when he whimpers in frustrated need. “I want a husband. You.” I take a deep breath. “And this-“

I push into him, making him mine.

The End