guavejuice | The Secret Circle- G/R RPS

Author:

britinkinlor I hope you don't mind I snagged it, Ali ;)
A/N: un beta'd
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The Secret Circle and The Habit of Art belong to their respective authors.
A big chunk of Randy's lines in this RPS are taken from the brilliant script of "The Habit of Art", by Alan Bennet ( which is Randy's upcoming play )

Oh, and...I'm just a G/R fan ;)
Comments are most welcome.

"What was that? I can't hear you", Gale snarked into his cell. If only Randy could be with him in that boring insignificant, waist of time press janket. He did get free drinks at all those parties, and free airline miles, so he shouldn't complain.

"You suck my dick? I don't have to suck yours??" Randy sounded amused at the other end of the line.

"What the fuck...?" Gale chocked a bit, nodding to one of the endless young reporters who tried to take his picture.

"I'll be happy with a straight hand job...I'm normally doing the sucking, in which case I kneel. can you kneel?" Randy continued. Gale had to move behind a table, to hide his visible erection. He smiled at one of the PR guys, as he stormed into the nearest restroom, pulling his pants down, and checking to see if he was alone.

"I'm in no rush. Would you like me to take my clothes off?" He heard Randy's raspy familiar tone in his ear as his back rested against the tile wall. He slowly began to strock his dick with the palm of his right hand.

His moans became louder and faster, and his body trambled, but he manged to hold on to his cell phone.

"So what are you going to do? turn into pumpkin ? why does it have to be six o'clock? does your dick not know the time difference? I was just beginning to feel like it..." Randy's voice was steady and Gale could almost hear the blond smirk as a low groan escaped from his throat, and spray of white hot cum covered his hand.

It took him a few minutes to even his breath and clean himself with a paper towel.

"Are you still there?" Randy giggled.

"You bet", Gale answered, and reached to pull his pants up, "What was that about? Are you trying to seduce me by talking dirty while I'm at work?", Gale got out of the stall, and approached the sink to wash his hands. He was still holding on to his cell.

"I'm rehearsing. these are my lines for the new play I told you about. I'm telling you, the guy's a genius. I'm having a blast." Randy explained.

"I wish you were here, though." he whispered.

"Want me to come over and help you rehearse?" Gale answered back under his breath. "The fucking thing ends tomorrow . I can be on the next plain."

"I'm in no rush, would you like me to take my cloths off?" Randy laughed, flipped a page, and than flipped on his back, sipped his iced late from the tall glass off the room service try, and reached for his own dick.