February Recs Challenge, Day 16: QaF Fic
Random question for the QaF fans on my flist -- when in canon do we hear people refer to Brian's place as "the loft"? I seem to recall that Brian says "I'm selling the loft" in 401, but surely he or other characters use the term earlier in the series. Can anyone think of any examples? *is a bad fan*
For today's rec...have some porn. :-)
Movement by triciaqaf
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: RPS, obviously
Summary: A gapfiller, if you can call RPS that, for ep. 107 - that v. lovely scene where Craig realizes Justin is gay, and we get to watch Brian fuck the shit out of him.
My Comments:
Okay, before reading this fic you should first prepare by reviewing the scene in question. Just to be sure you remember all the, er, nuances. It may be necessary to watch it more than once. ;-)
Now that we're all horny prepared, on to the fic. I have to say I don't really read that much Gale/Randy, but it is an occasional guilty pleasure of mine...and I couldn't resist a fic about one of my favorite sex scenes in the whole series!
Anyone who's ever read triciaqaf knows that she writes some of the hottest sex in the fandom, and this fic is no exception -- it's seven chapters of long, drawn-out, deliciously detailed porn, with a little angst thrown in for good measure. I really don't know much about what either Gale or Randy is like in real life (though I think some of you may? *eyes flist*), so I can't speak for whether the characterizations are true to life or not -- but the author does avoid the common RPS trap of writing Brian and Justin with different names, and I found both Gale and Randy likeable and convincing here.
But let's face it, this particular fic is not about characterization; it's about porn. And it's hot. So enjoy!
Excerpt:
“Pretend it’s real, Randy.”
Um, what?
He folded himself over me, his chest pressing fully along my back, his lips at the top of my spine. I stopped breathing when he snapped his hips gently behind me.
“Pretend I’m fucking you.” He kissed the bottom of my neck. “Filling you.” He kissed me again. My cock sock was about to be in serious trouble. I closed my eyes.
“Spread your legs.”
That popped my eyes open.
“What?”
“Move ‘em apart. Like this,” he moved his knee inside mine, pushing my legs wider on the bed.
“Gale!” I felt the heat prickle up the back of my spine as he exposed me but kept his body tight against mine. “What the fuck…”
“You want to listen to me, or you want to spend all day doing this?” He shifted so his legs lined up behind mine, both of us spread wider on the bed.
What a question.
“Pretend the cameras aren’t here, ignore the lights.” He nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck, his hips moving slowly behind me. My cock was creeping up my leg. Fuck.
“Think about what it feels like, how good it can feel,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and hypnotic.
“Close my eyes and think of England?” How I could joke at a time like this was beyond me, but I was nervous.
He laughed, his body shaking over me. “Well, that’s not exactly what I meant, but if it works…”
Huh. Yeah. Thinking of England was starting to look like a better idea as I felt the sweat break out on my upper lip. His entire body was pressed against mine, the hard angles and long muscles rippling behind me as he moved.
“You gotta be into it for this scene, Randy.”
Not being into it was no longer a problem.
If you enjoy, please leave the author some feedback!
For today's rec...have some porn. :-)
Movement by triciaqaf
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: RPS, obviously
Summary: A gapfiller, if you can call RPS that, for ep. 107 - that v. lovely scene where Craig realizes Justin is gay, and we get to watch Brian fuck the shit out of him.
My Comments:
Okay, before reading this fic you should first prepare by reviewing the scene in question. Just to be sure you remember all the, er, nuances. It may be necessary to watch it more than once. ;-)
Now that we're all horny prepared, on to the fic. I have to say I don't really read that much Gale/Randy, but it is an occasional guilty pleasure of mine...and I couldn't resist a fic about one of my favorite sex scenes in the whole series!
Anyone who's ever read triciaqaf knows that she writes some of the hottest sex in the fandom, and this fic is no exception -- it's seven chapters of long, drawn-out, deliciously detailed porn, with a little angst thrown in for good measure. I really don't know much about what either Gale or Randy is like in real life (though I think some of you may? *eyes flist*), so I can't speak for whether the characterizations are true to life or not -- but the author does avoid the common RPS trap of writing Brian and Justin with different names, and I found both Gale and Randy likeable and convincing here.
But let's face it, this particular fic is not about characterization; it's about porn. And it's hot. So enjoy!
Excerpt:
“Pretend it’s real, Randy.”
Um, what?
He folded himself over me, his chest pressing fully along my back, his lips at the top of my spine. I stopped breathing when he snapped his hips gently behind me.
“Pretend I’m fucking you.” He kissed the bottom of my neck. “Filling you.” He kissed me again. My cock sock was about to be in serious trouble. I closed my eyes.
“Spread your legs.”
That popped my eyes open.
“What?”
“Move ‘em apart. Like this,” he moved his knee inside mine, pushing my legs wider on the bed.
“Gale!” I felt the heat prickle up the back of my spine as he exposed me but kept his body tight against mine. “What the fuck…”
“You want to listen to me, or you want to spend all day doing this?” He shifted so his legs lined up behind mine, both of us spread wider on the bed.
What a question.
“Pretend the cameras aren’t here, ignore the lights.” He nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck, his hips moving slowly behind me. My cock was creeping up my leg. Fuck.
“Think about what it feels like, how good it can feel,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and hypnotic.
“Close my eyes and think of England?” How I could joke at a time like this was beyond me, but I was nervous.
He laughed, his body shaking over me. “Well, that’s not exactly what I meant, but if it works…”
Huh. Yeah. Thinking of England was starting to look like a better idea as I felt the sweat break out on my upper lip. His entire body was pressed against mine, the hard angles and long muscles rippling behind me as he moved.
“You gotta be into it for this scene, Randy.”
Not being into it was no longer a problem.
If you enjoy, please leave the author some feedback!