WIP RPS: Crash. Yes. Really.
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soundczechficGod. This fandom is making me a scary person.
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mysquishy, please pretend you did not see this.
Randy's sofa was lumpy. The kind of lumpy that wears new hills and valleys into the body of any man foolish enough to sleep there, creates kinks and bruises across the expanse of a normally smooth back.
Gale did not rethink his decision to crash on Randy's couch. Even though he was too tall by a couple feet. Even though his feet hung over the arm and made his calves ache.
He slept on the couch the second night, and the third, and for a long time after that.
On the fifteenth day, Randy confessed that the sofa folded out into a bed.
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Randy moved to New Orleans a year after the series ended, and Gale missed him like some kind of fucking cliche that he'd heard a thousand times before and never commited to memory. He became obsessed with trying to picture the exact slant of Randy's eyes, the shape of his lips, that awful embroidered jacket Patrick convinced him to wear a couple times. He remembered these things as knowledge, but not sensation, and everything Gale had ever known concerning Randy had been all about sensation.
He missed the others too, but mostly, it was Randy. Always Randy, and there had to be something wrong with a straight guy that fixated on the absence of his close gay friend to the point of distraction.
It was about this point that Gale figured he was in love with Randy. Obviously.
As if he hadn't always known.
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He showed up on Randy's doorstep in a beanie and a worn leather jacket, stone cold sober because he'd run out of weed supplies halfway through Kentucky and had yet to replenish his stash.
Randy looked sort of confused to find Gale on his doorstep, but he just said, "Hey," and stepped aside to let Gale pass, as if he dropped by every day and hadn't driven for twenty hours to get there.
"Hey."
Small place, white walls. Posters from plays and movies all over the place, and Gale saw one for Particles of Truth and smiled, because Randy had fucking hated that film. Gale had never managed to ascertain the exact source of Randy's displeasure, and yet it had never been a bone of contention between them. And now here it was, little promotional poster on the wall, like part of Randy's little theatrical family.
Gale threw himself down on the couch, scuffed his shoe against the leg of the coffee table. "How's it going?"
Randy was more graceful. Out of character, he always had been, composed and collected as he relaxed against Gale's side. "Good. You?"
"Good."
Randy turned and looked at him closely, eyes narrow behind his glasses. "You're not stoned."
"No."
"Bizarre."
"I know."
"Is there a reason for you being here, or were you just bored?"
Gale shrugged and felt himself flush. He was intensely aware of the reality of Randy's presence at his side, and how much of an idiot he'd look like when this whole thing was through. How much of an idiot he generally looked like around Randy, except when he was quiet and Randy did all the talking. Usually he just stood there playing with Randy's hair and pretending that nobody wanted to ask him any questions. Which they wouldn't if they knew how hopeless he was at answering them.
"Missed you," he mumbled finally, not looking at Randy. Looking instead at Randy's hand fiddling with the remote control of the muted tv. He thought of Justin, how Randy used to play him sometimes with a hand curled against his side, even years after the bashing. Randy had strong hands. Most of the time it surprised Gale just how strong they were.
Randy was quiet, fingers tracing the blue buttons of the remote. "Missed me," he said finally. "You're so weird sometimes."
Gale moved his fingers over Randy's, twisted his hand gently away from the remote control. He traced his thumb down Randy's index finger, staring intently at the line of Randy's knuckles. "Yeah."
Randy stood, drawing his hand back to his side. "I don't do straight guys, Gale."
Gale looked up, then, finally. Randy's eyes, that fucking blue like coming home. "Maybe I'm not straight."
Randy leaned down, cupping Gale's chin, kissing his cheek, his forehead. "Maybe is more trouble than it's fucking worth."
--
Randy ordered pizza that night and they stayed in and watched old episodes of Get Smart.
"You know, it's possible he's smarter than you," Randy teased, picking the pineapple off his slice. "He can string full sentences together and everything."
Gale smiled sheepishly and shoved Randy's shoulder, but didn't say anything. He was still reeling from Randy's weird almost-rejection. He wondered if Randy would believe him if he went out and fucked a lot of guys, like Brian.
Gale didn't want to fuck a lot of guys. Mostly, he only wanted to fuck one, and there seemed to be a whole process to that he didn't really understand. An etiquette, almost, whereby he was forced to prove his desire, or answer riddles, or something.
"Who says I'm straight?" Gale asked, suddenly, putting down his beer.
"The thousands of women you've fucked?" Randy drawled, not looking away from the tv.
Gale felt a flush of irritation settle against his own skin. "I've fucked men, too."
Randy looked at him, then, raising an eyebrow in that way that almost reminded Gale of Brian. "Men?"
"Well, man. Singular." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "It still counts."
"Who did you fuck?" Randy asked, bouncing onto his knees. Gossip of the fucking century. Gale wondered if it would be so hard for him to act at least a little bit jealous.
"I don't know. Some guy. It was years ago. I was high. It hardly matters."
"Uh huh." Randy sat back against the sofa and played with the hairs on the back of Gale's neck. "Still doesn't make you gay, though."
Gale moved his head away from Randy's touch. "Why won't you believe that I'm in love with you?"
Randy stared at Gale, surprised. "I didn't know that love had entered into the equation."
"Well, it has."
"Wow."
"You're not making it easy."
"No, I'm really not." Randy stood up and moved away. "I'm going to bed. G'night."
Gale sat on the couch, shaken and stunned. "Randy?"
"Oh, yeah." Randy turned back and gestured to a cupboard near the bathroom. "There's blankets and pillows in there. Hope the couch is comfortable. See you in the morning!"
And then he was gone, and Gale had to sleep on that fucking lumpy couch.
This was not going as well as could be hoped.
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Date: 2004-02-29 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-02-29 04:54 am (UTC)Maybe is more trouble than it's fucking worth.
i seriously need to tattoo this line on my forehead or something. it is just too damn true.
i look forward to more of this, and hopefully soon. and as long as i'm here i'll mention that i'm still holding on for the next installment of your o.c. crossover. :)
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Date: 2004-02-29 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 05:26 am (UTC)Randy:
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Date: 2004-02-29 05:30 am (UTC)ohannaface: LOL
ohstarface: *wheezes*
ohannaface: :)) :))
ohstarface: oh, galeface.
erin21boch: :))))
erin21boch: Im dying
ohannaface: Poor Gale
erin21boch: Why is Gale so easy to picture as emoticons :))
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Date: 2004-02-29 05:36 am (UTC)ohstarface: and gale was the guy that everybody loved. not the popular guy, just the one that everyone loved.
ohannaface: He's so the type of drama student you'd be embarassed to hang out with
erin21boch: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
ohannaface: Yes totally
ohstarface: that one that sits there looking goofy and generally being a bit of a nerd, but everyone is like, :x :x >:D<
ohannaface: And he's so hot as well
erin21boch: :)))
ohannaface: All the girls would talk to him and he'd be like ??
erin21boch: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
ohstarface:
ohannaface: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
erin21boch: lfjgldkjfg
ohannaface: SO CUTE OMG
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Date: 2004-02-29 05:42 am (UTC)erin21boch: :))))))))))))
ohannaface: *dead*
ohannaface: And the fireman hat!
ohannaface: That looked like a Gale move
erin21boch: Omg it was totally his idea
ohannaface: Brian would not risk messing up his hair
erin21boch: the director was probably all /:) about it
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Date: 2004-02-29 05:54 am (UTC)Randy leaned down, cupping Gale's chin, kissing his cheek, his forehead. "Maybe is more trouble than it's fucking worth."
Oy. Randy, really. Tsk tsk. Gale?? = ALWAYS WORTH IT.
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Date: 2004-02-29 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 06:55 am (UTC)I am addicted to G/R RPS like I never thought I would be!
gowritemorenow! :)
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Date: 2004-02-29 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 08:01 am (UTC)YOU'D BETTER DAMN WELL FEEL GUILTY, STARLAFACE. >:0
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Date: 2004-02-29 08:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 09:07 am (UTC)This is awesome.
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Date: 2004-02-29 09:32 am (UTC)I'm so glad! I love this like a fat kid love cake.
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Date: 2004-02-29 09:59 am (UTC)BWA! Rachelface, you made me laugh this morning. Not an easy thing to do.
Starface, this is good. You knew that. Did you also know I heart you very much?
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Date: 2004-02-29 03:18 pm (UTC)Who loves ya, baby?
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Date: 2004-02-29 03:17 pm (UTC)I couldn't resist. The thing about Randy not telling Gale the sofa was a fold out and came into my head and then I couldn't help myself.
I reread prison fic last night. Why did you let it die? Why? Poor little Seven! Prison!
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Date: 2004-02-29 03:50 pm (UTC)Probably we'll get back to it when teacher fic is done.
Oh, poor Gale trying to prove his love & seriousness through a trial of lumpy couch sleeping
Date: 2004-02-29 09:34 am (UTC)Looking instead at Randy's hand fiddling with the remote control of the muted tv. He thought of Justin, how Randy used to play him sometimes with a hand curled against his side, even years after the bashing. Randy had strong hands. Most of the time it surprised Gale just how strong they were.
And loved that the first thing Randy noticed was Gale wasn't stoned. lol.
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Date: 2004-02-29 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 11:12 am (UTC)*dances*
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Date: 2004-02-29 11:25 am (UTC)On the fifteenth day, Randy confessed that the sofa folded out into a bed.*
::dies:: Oh poor Gale.
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Date: 2004-02-29 01:21 pm (UTC)so funny it hurts Gale it doesn't look like Randy is going to be a easy nut to crack.
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Date: 2004-02-29 02:35 pm (UTC)I am a total G/R RPS slut. And I just wanted to say "Thanks!" for this great fic.
Any ETA on the next part?
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Date: 2004-02-29 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 04:43 pm (UTC)*luvs*
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Date: 2004-02-29 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 07:53 pm (UTC)Also, just got your text message today. The one you sent last night. I was at my Mum's and had no cell reception so I got it on the way home and DIED. :)) Oh Starface :)):))
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Date: 2004-02-29 08:03 pm (UTC)*SO dead its not even funny*
you are fabulous. WRITE MORE NOW!
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Date: 2004-03-01 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-01 02:27 pm (UTC)Very nice piece here *winks*
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