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Title: The Inside-Out Fruit
Fandom: QaF RPS
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Rating: NC-17 (barely)
Summary: Randy, Gale, weirdness, strawberries, fellatio.
Warnings: Unbeta'd. Also, I've been eating way too many strawberries lately.
A/N: Here is your pr0n, Ted, as promised. Sorry for the lateness.
Of all of Gale's odd quirks, the one that worries Randy the most is his strange penchant for strawberries. Everything from dried strawberries to women's strawberry lip balm to strawberry flavored lube. Gale is obsessed.
The main problem is fresh strawberries. Gale rinses them off and lays them out on a plate like some exotic delicacy. He then picks them up one by one, wraps his lips around their red flesh like he's giving fellatio, and sinks his teeth into the fruit in a way that strikes Randy as vaguely vampiric. Randy always feels like he's interrupting something whenever he catches Gale eating strawberries.
What's worse is that Gale reacts to Randy's presence as if he were, in fact, being interrupted. The half guilty and vaguely frustrated expression that crosses his face every time Randy walks in on the act is enough to make Randy start feeling insecure. Randy hates feeling insecure.
By rights, he should have nothing to feel insecure about. After all, he's been keeping a supposedly straight man completely sexually satisfied for months. But Gale loves strawberries to the point that Randy feels like he's being cheated on. Or rather, Randy feels like the strawberries are being cheated on, and he's the man on the side.
The problem reaches its peak when Gale brings strawberries into bed. The sex starts out with just whipped cream. Randy doesn't often mix food with sex, but he's fairly open to trying new things. And really -- how can anyone go wrong with whipped cream? He soon finds out exactly how, when Gale takes a rather large strawberry by the stem and started trailing it down the white sugary path he's drawn from Randy's navel to his balls.
Sorry Gale, but I don't do threesomes.
He can't exactly say the words out loud without sounding more than a little crazy. What's really bothering him is that the whole strawberry trailing across his stomach thing is actually, well, kind of turning him on. The blissed out look on Gale's face as he crushes the fruit against the roof of his mouth, the coldness of the fruit juice on Gale's tongue as he slides his mouth down over Randy's cock, the sticky sweet smell that hangs in the air are all conspiring against Randy. Making him *like* it. Making him fucking want *more.*
Soon Gale's throat is gripping the head of his cock and red bursts of light are flashing behind Randy's eyelids and he's screaming himself hoarse and it isn't right, goddamnit. It's wrong, wrong, wrong. He's so jealous he can't see straight. This whole situation is seriously fucking with his head. Frankly, he doesn't know how to deal with it. What's he supposed to say?
That was fantastic, Gale. Let's never do it again.
He comes down from his orgasm after what feels like forever. He opens his mouth to voice his objections, only Gale beats him to the punch with a low murmur in Randy's ear. "Remember the second time we did a sex scene on set?"
Ah, no. Having trouble remembering my name right now.
"You'd just eaten strawberries. I could taste them all over your mouth. You licked your way down my neck and my stomach and afterwards I kept smelling them all over me. That was the first time I ever got hard during a scene."
Oh?
"Now I can hardly look at the damn things without getting hard."
Oh.
Well, okay then.
Fandom: QaF RPS
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Rating: NC-17 (barely)
Summary: Randy, Gale, weirdness, strawberries, fellatio.
Warnings: Unbeta'd. Also, I've been eating way too many strawberries lately.
A/N: Here is your pr0n, Ted, as promised. Sorry for the lateness.
Of all of Gale's odd quirks, the one that worries Randy the most is his strange penchant for strawberries. Everything from dried strawberries to women's strawberry lip balm to strawberry flavored lube. Gale is obsessed.
The main problem is fresh strawberries. Gale rinses them off and lays them out on a plate like some exotic delicacy. He then picks them up one by one, wraps his lips around their red flesh like he's giving fellatio, and sinks his teeth into the fruit in a way that strikes Randy as vaguely vampiric. Randy always feels like he's interrupting something whenever he catches Gale eating strawberries.
What's worse is that Gale reacts to Randy's presence as if he were, in fact, being interrupted. The half guilty and vaguely frustrated expression that crosses his face every time Randy walks in on the act is enough to make Randy start feeling insecure. Randy hates feeling insecure.
By rights, he should have nothing to feel insecure about. After all, he's been keeping a supposedly straight man completely sexually satisfied for months. But Gale loves strawberries to the point that Randy feels like he's being cheated on. Or rather, Randy feels like the strawberries are being cheated on, and he's the man on the side.
The problem reaches its peak when Gale brings strawberries into bed. The sex starts out with just whipped cream. Randy doesn't often mix food with sex, but he's fairly open to trying new things. And really -- how can anyone go wrong with whipped cream? He soon finds out exactly how, when Gale takes a rather large strawberry by the stem and started trailing it down the white sugary path he's drawn from Randy's navel to his balls.
Sorry Gale, but I don't do threesomes.
He can't exactly say the words out loud without sounding more than a little crazy. What's really bothering him is that the whole strawberry trailing across his stomach thing is actually, well, kind of turning him on. The blissed out look on Gale's face as he crushes the fruit against the roof of his mouth, the coldness of the fruit juice on Gale's tongue as he slides his mouth down over Randy's cock, the sticky sweet smell that hangs in the air are all conspiring against Randy. Making him *like* it. Making him fucking want *more.*
Soon Gale's throat is gripping the head of his cock and red bursts of light are flashing behind Randy's eyelids and he's screaming himself hoarse and it isn't right, goddamnit. It's wrong, wrong, wrong. He's so jealous he can't see straight. This whole situation is seriously fucking with his head. Frankly, he doesn't know how to deal with it. What's he supposed to say?
That was fantastic, Gale. Let's never do it again.
He comes down from his orgasm after what feels like forever. He opens his mouth to voice his objections, only Gale beats him to the punch with a low murmur in Randy's ear. "Remember the second time we did a sex scene on set?"
Ah, no. Having trouble remembering my name right now.
"You'd just eaten strawberries. I could taste them all over your mouth. You licked your way down my neck and my stomach and afterwards I kept smelling them all over me. That was the first time I ever got hard during a scene."
Oh?
"Now I can hardly look at the damn things without getting hard."
Oh.
Well, okay then.
Strawberries can be described as inside out because they, unlike most fruit, have their seeds on the outside. Hence the title.
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