~*~
4 Months Later
Randy waited nervously as Flight 1302 arriving from Canada was announced over the airport’s loud speakers. He wasn’t nervous about seeing Gale. Hell, it’d been three weeks since they’d been together and to say he was anxious was an understatement. What he was nervous about was the conversation he knew they would have to have.
He sat back, knowing it would still be a while before the passengers would be allowed to exit the plane. Trying to ease the giddiness in his stomach, he flipped open the book he’d been reading just as his cell phone rang. Checking the number, he reluctantly pushed the button and said, “Hello.”
“Hey sexy. Guess what I’m doing?”
Just the sound of Simon’s voice when he knew he was about to see Gale made him extremely uneasy. It was almost as if he was afraid the tone of his words would give away exactly what he was doing. It was silly, he knew… but then again, the fact that he and Gale were having a full-fledged affair behind Simon’s back was nothing to laugh about.
He tried to be nonchalant when he answered, “I don’t know. What?”
“I’m sitting in our apartment with a glass of wine, contemplating taking a nice, hot bath. The problem is… you’re not here to join me.”
Randy’s brow rose when he replied, “Our apartment? What are you doing home?”
“Well it seems my schedule for this weekend was postponed. Everything was pushed back a week which means I’m all yours until Monday.”
“Wow! That’s… great.”
“When are you coming home? I thought it would be the perfect evening to spend some time together.” There was a pause and then Simon added, “Besides, there’s still a lot to talk about. Have you thought any more about it? I don’t want to pressure you, but…”
“Of course,” Randy interrupted. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
“I’m glad. So when should I expect you? I’ll order something in for us.”
Randy sighed, hoping Simon couldn’t hear it. “I’m waiting for Tina now. We have a lot of lines to run so it’ll probably be later this evening.”
“Can’t you get together another time?”
He had to think fast, and answered, “No. Not really. Rehearsal starts Tuesday. I’d really like to be prepared before I get there.” It was amazing how good he’d become at covering his ass. He was almost ashamed at how easy he could let the lies slip out.
Simon chuckled. “That’s my perfectionist.”
“I just want to be good at what I do.”
“I know. And you are.” He was quiet for a moment and then said, “Okay. Go do what you have to and I’ll be here when you get home.”
Randy looked up, just in time to see Gale heading through the gate, carrying a small bag over his shoulder. He smiled and stood up so that Gale would notice him.
“Hey, Tina’s here. I’d better go.”
“Alright, I’ll see you later. Love you.”
“You too.” Randy closed the phone and shoved it inside his pocket, watching as Gale came closer with a surprised smile.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Randy answered back, casually hugging Gale before stepping away. It was bad enough in private, but Randy knew he was taking a chance meeting in public. Displays of affection were off limits when they never knew who would be around or who might happen to have a camera. For the most part, they’d been careful and had gone unnoticed, but every once in a while, they’d get that telltale sign that someone recognized them. All it would take would be that one wrong person at the wrong time...
They began walking, making their way out of the airport when Gale said, “I thought you were meeting me at the apartment.”
Randy shrugged. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait. Besides, it’s your place. I don’t feel right just letting myself in.”
Gale stopped walking and shook his head. “That’s why you have a key.”
“I know. But still…”
“Randy. You know the only reason I leased it was to be able to spend time with you. I consider it as much yours as it is mine.”
“And you know how guilty that makes me feel. All that money every month just to…”
Gale smiled reassuringly as he interrupted. “Just to see you? Worth every penny.” He pulled his lip between his teeth and smiled again. “And I hated having to go to hotel rooms.”
Randy smiled. “Yeah. I guess it did seem kind of… seedy.”
Gale laughed and began walking again. “So if this works out better for both of us, then it’s worth it. Now come on, I need to get you somewhere where I can kiss you. It’s been too fucking long.”
Randy laughed and tugged on Gale’s arm. “I can’t stay.”
Gale stopped again, a small frown replacing his smile.
“Last minute,” Randy explained. “I only have a few hours.”
He waited, watching Gale’s reaction until finally he saw his expression soften.
“Alright then, let’s make the most of the time we do have.”
~*~
With both men on their knees, Gale moved behind Randy and gripped his hips tightly, pulling the cheeks of his ass apart with his thumbs. He teased the area, pushing the tip of his cock against the tight opening, warranting a moan from in front of him. He leaned forward, his lips inches from Randy’s ear. “Do you know how much time I spend thinking about you? It’s getting harder not being able to talk to you…or see you all the time.”
Randy nodded and arched his back, feeling Gale pushing at his entrance. He closed his eyes as Gale kissed his neck tenderly and then began to suck harder, pulling the blood to the surface to leave a mark. Randy told himself to pull away, knowing he’d never be able to hide it, but found it too hard to resist. Instead, he leaned further back against Gale’s body. His eyes rolled back and his breath stopped when he was finally breeched, feeling the initial burn of being spread.
"Oh, yeah," he grunted, once Gale was buried inside of him.
"Fuck, Randy. I’ve missed this,” Gale whispered softly into his ear. “I’ve missed you."
Randy turned his head, catching Gale’s lips over his shoulder, latching on gently, and then urged a deeper, more heated kiss. Gale’s hips began to move, slowly sliding into him and then back out just as gentle. Randy pulled away to grip the top of the bed in front of him, arching his back for better leverage and began thrusting back each time Gale rocked forward.
“Oh, God. Stop… stop,” Gale begged, gripping Randy’s hips to keep him from moving. “Feels too good.”
Randy froze, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the headboard. He waited until Gale had himself under control and then leaned his head back against his shoulder. They remained that way for a few minutes, their bodies still joined together, until Gale’s hands moved to wrap around Randy’s body, pulling him tight against his firm chest as he caressed and massaged his stomach.
Gale’s lips were massaging his neck, his ear, his cheek… anything he could make contact with as he began pumping again. Each time Randy made a sound, be it a gasp or a moan, Gale would push in harder, pulling Randy’s hips toward him as he thrust forward. His momentum continued to increase until he had Randy desperately urging him, “Harder, Gale! Fuck me harder!"
Randy pulled away from the warm body behind him, putting his hands down on the bed. He slumped forward, burying his face into his pillow to push his ass into the air, allowing deeper penetration. He needed this. He needed to feel Gale deep inside him. To feel their bodies moving together because he was never sure how long it would be before the next time. He shifted, wriggling and thrusting as he felt Gale rubbing a different area each time he fucked into him. He froze, gasping for air when Gale’s cock hit that certain angle, sending waves of tingles throughout his body. He’d been with many different men, done many different things, but it all seemed like nothing compared to the way Gale’s body made him feel. He was teetering on the edge, trying to hold back his orgasm, not wanting the moment to be over. He knew it wouldn’t be long when Gale’s hand left his stomach and gripped his cock, stroking him firmly in his fist.
"Fuck, Gale!" Randy grunted. With Gale barely touching his cock, he gave in and exploded, spilling onto the mattress under him.
His body tensed, spasms running from his toes to his cock, and he felt Gale push deep inside him a final time before crying out his own release. They’d been together several times in the course of the last few months, but Randy was sure there was nothing that could ever compare to the sound of Gale in the throes of orgasm.
Gale collapsed on top of his sweat-slicked body, pushing them both down against the mattress. As they calmed down, Randy took a moment to savor the feeling, closing his eyes as Gale’s lips gently kissed along his neck and shoulders. He wasn’t used to the tenderness and closeness after sex. He’d lived with a man for years now that was never one for cuddling. Simon was usually out of bed and in the shower within seconds, always leaving Randy wanting something… more. Gale, on the other hand, enjoyed lying side by side, basking in the feeling of being together. It was just one more thing on a long list Randy had compiled in his head to love Gale for.
Reluctantly, Gale finally rolled over and discarded the condom into a trashcan beside the bed. He returned, urging Randy onto his back and wrapped his arm around him, breathing slow and steadily into his ear, running his finger softly along his arm.
Randy smiled and turned his head toward him. “Tell me again why we didn’t do this a long time ago?”
Gale smiled back and answered, “Because we were delusional and thought we were doing the right thing.”
Randy chuckled. “It was inevitable. We should have just given in.”
Gale’s smile faded into something more serious and he tightened his grip around Randy’s waist.
Confused, Randy said, “What?”
“Nothing. Just the ‘what ifs’ again.”
Randy sighed and shifted a bit, trailing his fingers through Gale’s hair, enjoying the feel of Gale’s body lying next to him. “I know it’s hard… for both of us, and I know it’s not what you want…”
“You’re giving me what you can.” He softly slid his foot over, rubbing it along Randy’s shin. He couldn’t touch him enough, making sure every part of their bodies was making contact in one-way or another.
“You deserve more. Someone who can be with you all the time. This play is running for eight weeks so that means it’ll be harder for me to get away.”
Gale leaned in and placed his lips over Randy’s, silencing him with a kiss. It was slow and gentle and had the desired effect. Randy closed his eyes and settled back down against him again.
“We’ll deal with it. We have so far, right?”
Their eyes met and Randy nodded slightly. “Gale, I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but there’s something we need to talk about.”
“And I gather from the sound of it, I probably won’t like it.”
Randy pulled out of Gale’s arms so he could sit up and took a long, deep breath before asking, “What exactly are we doing?”
“Well,” Gale said and then paused, clearly thinking before he spoke. “I’d say that’s something you need to ask yourself. I think you know where I stand.”
“I know you say you love me, and I know you put up with a lot of shit to be with me.”
“Yeah… but?”
Randy turned away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Softly, he said, “Simon wants to get married. Well… he wants a commitment from me.”
Gale didn’t say anything and Randy could feel the sudden tension in the room. This was what he’d been afraid of. He wasn’t sure how Gale was going to react, and it seemed as if his worst fear, the fear that Gale would be completely pissed, was the way things were heading. He felt the bed move as Gale stood up, followed by the flick of his lighter. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes and Randy turned to watch Gale grip his cigarette between his lips as he slid into his jeans.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”
Gale let out a stream of smoke and sat down in a chair at the end of the bed, leaning his elbows down on his knees.
“What do you expect me to say?”
“I don’t know.” He looked down, away from Gale’s eyes.
Gale stubbed the finished butt out into the ashtray beside him and casually ran his hands through his hair. He sighed deeply and then moved back to the bed, climbing up beside Randy. He reached up, twirling a blond strand of hair between his fingers.
“Look, I won’t be a dick about it, okay? But I don’t know where this leaves us. What you want from me.”
Randy reached for Gale’s hand, holding it in his own. “I want you to tell me not to do it.” Their eyes met and he continued. “I want you to tell me I’d be making the biggest fucking mistake of my life. You’re supposed to tell me you want me.”
Gale closed his eyes briefly and shook his head before glancing back at Randy. “This isn’t a fucking television show.”
Randy sighed. “I just don't know what I want. I’m so used to what Simon and I have. There’s comfort and security in being with someone for so many years. It’s familiar.”
Gale pulled his hand away and stood up. “So what the fuck are you doing here with me?”
Randy’s eyes dropped again and he answered, “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.”
Before he could say anything else, Gale was moving across the room, grabbing his shirt as he went. “Well it seems fairly simple." He made it to the door and then looked back. "Go home to Simon.”
He disappeared; left the room without another glance and Randy heard the front door of the apartment slam shut before he finished dressing.