lierdumoa | pr0n!

Title: too lazy to come up with one
Fandom: QaF RPS
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: shower!sex, as my dear Syd requested
Warning: unbeta'd

A/N: Bitch, you so owe me for this. I don't write pr0n spur of the moment for just anybody, you know.

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Randy liked showering during the day. At night the only light was the yellowish ceiling lamp in the bathroom, and his skin was pale enough to reflect the color unflatteringly. So he tried to convince Gale that showering during the day was a good thing.

The argument usually went something like this -- Gale would complain that he preferred night time showers, Randy would complain about the lighting, Gale would say something to the effect of, "Who gives a fuck what you look like in the shower? I don't. And I'm the only one who sees you," and Randy would bribe him with the offer of good head.

"Seriously?

"Yeah."

"Promise?"

"I promise!" Good thing Gale didn't realize that the whole point of Randy inviting him into his shower was to give head.

"And I don't have to give you head, right?"

"Hey, I didn't even ask. Remember what happens when you try to give me head in the shower? You always end up slipping on the tile. Last time you nearly broke your nose."

"Hey, it was slippery. You're the one who dropped the soap."

"See! It wasn't even a head giving situation. I wanted you to fuck me. Hence the soap dropping. But instead you tried to give me head, and I ended up nursing your bleeding face for the next two hours."

"You exaggerate."

"Gale!"

"Fine. I'll shower with you."

Mere seconds later, Gale found himself with the shower tap digging into his back, his fingers gripping the shower curtain, and his knees going liquid. Randy swallowed him to the hilt almost immediately. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was damn good at it too, he thought smugly, clamping his lips around the base of Gale's erection while sliding one soap covered finger over the brunet's perineum and back, back, back towards that clenching and unclenching ring of muscle behind it.

"Fuck," Gale moaned, sliding his fingers over Randy's recently shaven head, suddenly wishing there were more to hold on to as the warm skin moved under his hands to the back and forth motions of the blond's mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...Randy!"

Randy loved this part. It was the whole reason he went through the act, really. For this part. Gale always came with a theatrical flair, banging his head back against the bathroom tile, scraping his back against the shower tap hard enough to leave marks, sliding his fingers over Randy's scalp to his nape in an almost bruising caress, and coming till his legs gave out and he collapsed between Randy's knees.

Gale came like a porn star, if a porn star could act. It was fucking gorgeous, all around. And frankly, it looked better in daylight.

Gale grinned afterwards. "Man, if you'd just do this for me at night sometime my life would be perfect."

"Your life is perfect."

"Well, as perfect as it can be without having a twelve inch cock."

"I wouldn't be able to deepthroat you if you had a twelve inch cock."

"Good point."

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