DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gale or Randy. I think we all know that. This is for entertainment purposes only. I do not claim to know whether any facts mentioned in this story are actually true. As far as I know, Simon and Randy are a happy, healthy, loving couple. Any references to anything different are purely fictional. December 30, 2006 Randy’s POV I’m not sure why I’m doing this. It’s ridiculous and goes against everything we agreed on two fucking years ago. I swore it would never happen again. Not after the last time. It nearly destroyed our friendship and that wasn’t something I was willing to risk all because I couldn’t stay away from Gale’s cock. Well, all of him, really… but fucking Gale or being fucked by him has always been such a huge part of our relationship. But we have done it… managed to keep our friendship intact while keeping it out of the bedroom. Although, it’s been easier because we haven’t been in the same city for the last eighteen months. If we had, I’m not sure I could have stayed away. He’s always been there, waiting for me. I know it, he knows it… although neither of us will ever admit that’s what’s been happening for years now. At least, we’ll never admit it to each other. He’s been waiting so long that I’ve begun to take him for granted. If I need him, he’ll be there. He’ll give me what I need, or at least what I want and then he’ll watch me walk back to Simon and pretend nothing happened between us. We did that for two fucking years. Yeah… we’re both really good at pretending. I know this is stupid. I promised after the last time I wouldn’t let myself use him anymore. We were still in Toronto then and I really thought Simon and I were done for good. I showed up ranting on his doorstep and I could tell Gale didn’t believe me, but he let me have my way regardless of his feelings and then he gave it to me so fucking good. Gave me exactly what I begged him for. Fucked me in the way that only he can, until the thought of Simon was buried so deep under the emotions I’ve always felt for Gale. Until the next day when I got that phone call and went back like I always do. Gale knew what would happen. Hell, I knew what would happen. I could only kid myself for so long. It wasn’t over between Simon and me. In fact, I don’t know if it’ll ever be over. All I know is that seeing Gale’s face… seeing the hurt I was causing when I left that day, I promised myself I would never show up again looking for him when I was mad at Simon. I’ve kept that promise… until right now. But how can I when he’s here… a quick ride over the bridge where it’s so fucking easy to get to him. I knew it was going to be hard. When he called me back in September and told me he was moving to the city for a few months, I knew the temptation would be too fucking much. Having Gale this close is dangerous. I’m surprised I’ve managed three months of dinners and afternoon drinks in hole-in-the-wall pubs, all the while pretending we are nothing more than friends. Well… not tonight. Tonight I want more. I need more than a quick brush of the hand or a hidden glance when we think the other won’t notice. Maybe it is using him, but I don’t know how it can be when I feel so much more for him than friendship. Maybe this time it’s really over with Simon for good. Maybe this is my one chance to give Gale what we’ve both always wanted. Another chance. I’m waiting in the hallway of his building, trying to figure out exactly what to say to him. The play ended about thirty minutes ago, so he’s had just enough time to change, sign his signature a couple dozen times and walk the few blocks home. I probably should have called first, but I was afraid he’d hear the tone in my voice, the telltale sign that something is wrong and he’d know. He’d know immediately what I’m doing- why I’m here. He always does. In the past he’d offer me a drink, we’d talk for a while and within an hour he’d have me climbing the walls with his dick in my ass. But now, things are so different. Tonight, I have no fucking clue what will happen. The outside door to the building opens letting some of the cold air into the stairwell and I pull my scarf tighter around my neck. He should have been here by now. It’s giving me too much time to think. To change my mind. What the fuck am I doing? “Hey.” Fuck. I didn’t even realize he’d come up behind me… with someone else holding his hand. Someone young, and blonde and female. I feel like such an idiot. “Hey,” I answer back, looking anywhere but at their adjoined fingers. “I didn’t know you were busy. I’ll… see you later.” I made it three steps before he stopped me. “Randy.” “No, Gale. I’ll just…” I’ll just what? Go home? To Simon, who’s probably packing his clothes at this very moment? “I’ve gotta go.” I turn around to leave again and he says, “Wait.” He turns to her, whispers something and she nods. They share a brief kiss and she smiles at me but says nothing as she makes her way past me and out the door. Gale leans back against the wall and looks expectantly at me. “Now. What's up?” I don’t want to say it. I feel ridiculous. I don’t know who she was but I’m fairly certain I interrupted something. I make a gesture toward the empty space where she was standing and all I can say is, “I’m sorry.” “Fuck it, Randy. Talk to me.” My heart starts beating way too fast and I’m sure he can hear it. I’m going to ruin everything with two fucking words but I say them anyway. “Simon’s gone.” I look up at him waiting for a reaction. He’s way too practiced in hiding what he’s feeling. He’s been doing it to me for years and now, when I need to know what he’s thinking, I have no fucking clue. So I keep waiting and soon realize he’s debating. Throw me out? Let me come in? He knows what’ll happen if I do. We both know. And we both want it. But will we be able to handle it tomorrow? “C’mon. Let’s go inside.” My eyes meet his. “Are you sure?” “Not at all.” And then he simply kisses me. The first kiss we’ve shared in two fucking years. As I follow him inside, all I can think is, ‘Maybe this is the time Simon won’t call. Maybe this is the time I’ll finally stay’. “You want something to drink?” I smile. “Yeah.” Because I know what comes next. And apparently, so does he. We’ll drink, we’ll talk and then well... It’s been two years. We’ll be lucky to make it an hour. I think we’ve waited long enough. I can only hope he agrees.