Project QAF - 110
++SCENES++
Linds/Mel: Okay, Lindsay was awfully quick in considering Brian as someone to get money from. And Mel’s comment (“After what he did?!”) was ridiculously stupid. She’s acting like he committed a crime. What was it that he did? He wanted to stay his son’s parent. An abomination!!! Sometimes I really hate those two.
Again, Brian calls Justin by his name.
Molly’s birthday cake shows eight candles. This would make Justin nine years her senior.
Mysterious Marilyn makes an appearance and whenever I think of Mysterious Marilyn, I think of this fic which I love for its very last line.
The scene during their road trip when the car breaks down and Michael and Brian share a joint: Did you squint when Brian kissed Mikey? I did. But don’t worry, if you look closely, you’ll notice that so did Gale Harold. IMHO, this squint justifies every Gale/Randy RPS that’s out there. ;)
TEH HOTEL SCENE!! The hottest hotel scene since the invention of… hotels. It’s hot, yes, but what I love most about this part is the kissing. JFC, those two can kiss! And I could watch them for hours. I think it’s one of the hottest kissing scenes on TV.
And the ending was beautiful. I don’t care much for David, but as he stood there, reliving his fantasy with this beautiful song in the background. That was so sad.
++PICS++
Isn't Daphne a lucky girl?
Road Trip!
Mikey looks like such a dork in this picture.
Who could resist this face??
++QUOTES++
BRIAN
This is not the White House! George Washington never slept here.
JUSTIN
He's the only one who hasn't.
BRIAN
So, I’m going. What are you doing?
JUSTIN
Gonna smoke some weed, download porn.
MYSTERIOUS MARILYN
What'll it be, boys? Palms, tarot, spin around the Ouija? Only twenty bucks.
TED
Ten and not a peso more.
MYSTERIOUS MARILYN
Mysterious Marilyn senses you're an accountant.
EMMETT
Oh, she's good!
MYSTERIOUS MARILYN
God writes the scripts, sweetie. I just say the lines.
EMMETT
Well, since it's going to be a bumpy night, maybe we should do a 'bump' and then stay up all night.
MICHAEL
Put that shit away.
EMMETT
Don't worry. I've got valium to come down.
MICHAEL
If you're not careful, you're going to get addicted.
EMMETT
Please. I've been doing this for years.
--> Stellar reasoning!
BRIAN
Did you really think you were gonna get away with this?
JUSTIN
I figured sooner or later, someone would come and arrest me. But I was hoping that you would find me first.
++DEB’S SHIRTS++
++MUSIC++
”Could you make a suggestion
For an act I would enjoy”
Amanda Ghost’s Filthy Mind is one of my favorite tracks ever. Get it. Own it. If you can get your hands on the complete album, please do so. It’s great.
Love the last song of the episode, too. Jay-Jay Johanson’s Suffering.
”You had to leave, I know
And we knew it would be tough
You said you would be back soon
Soon is not soon enough”
++FIC++
A/N: This is a continuation of the RPS started in 108.
Feedback: Would be very appreciated.
Every Now And Then, Part 2
Previously:
His voice was quiet and I had to strain to hear him because he kept his gaze on his feet as he muttered, “Randy, we need to talk.”
We didn’t talk in the end. We stuttered, stammered, mumbled indiscernible trivialities, started sentences only to pause and fall silent again. We looked at the wall, the clock, the floor, our own shoes but never at each other. Finally, with a muttered, “It’s late, Gale. I have to go,” I fled the scene, almost tumbling down the stairs in my haste to get away.
What the fuck had I been thinking?!
Did I expect a knee fall and an undying love declaration? No, but I had laid my emotions bare for him and he trampled all over them in the course of the next week. If I thought work was hell before, I now officially had descended into a deeper, way more painful, level. We did our scenes together with an astounding professionalism which earned us praise from our director and both of our producers. I had to suppress a bitter scowl at the compliment and excused myself to the bathroom. We never looked at each other as soon as the cameras stopped rolling. But he looked a lot at Michelle. And I started to hate him a little. And then a little more.
I didn’t regret telling him how I felt but I was angry at his inability to deal with it in an adult and appropriate manner. I didn’t throw myself at him. I didn’t propose any sort of relationship. I haven’t asked him for a single thing. And now I had lost not only a big part of me, but also my best friend. Despite the fact that we’ve only known each other for half a year, he was my best friend. And I hated him for abandoning me like that. If he couldn’t return my feelings (which I never expected him to), he should have at least had the decency not to deprive me of my best friend. Because in a situation like this, you really need a best friend.
Two weeks later, I was ready to kill or at least cause some serious physical harm to anyone who would look at me the wrong way. I was dreading the scene we were about to shoot the next day - the New York hotel scene. It would be the first time Gale and I would have to act an intimate part since our “fight”. It was a closed set - it was always a closed set when we were about to get naked. I had no problem with taking my clothes off for the camera. It was the idea of touching Gale that made the hairs on my body stand on end. I wasn’t sure if it was because anger was still simmering too close under the surface or because I haven’t been close to him in over two weeks and my body was thrumming with anticipation.
“Gale, Randy, can I have a word?” The director called us to discuss the next scene before we’d start shooting.
I stepped up to him and noticed how careful Gale was not to look at me or touch me when he came over as well. Anger welled up inside me again. We were about to exchange bodily fluids and he was anxious not to accidentally brush up against me. I wanted to hit him so bad. I almost didn’t hear the usual motivational speech, asking us for some sweltering passion. The usual drill. I nodded and took my mark.
“Action!”
Running my tongue across his stomach and chest, tasting his skin and breathing his scent - it was a feast for my famished senses. Seconds into the scene, my anger was overlain with mindless desire and I surrendered to being Justin. Justin was allowed to touch, and taste, and nip, and kiss. I decided to take advantage of the situation and become him. I took, and grabbed, and seized whatever I was offered. I didn’t even know how we wound up on the bed, but suddenly he was moving above me.
My fingers clutched at his skin and he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I pushed up my hips and ground them against his, not caring that the motion made me hard. I had nothing to lose - I had already lost him - so I pushed my groin up again, colliding with his, rubbing my hard cock intentionally on his belly. If he was going to hate me, I’d be happy to provide him with reasons to do so. The time for civil courtesy was over. This was war. And the fierceness and violence of our clawing at each other was second to nothing and no one.
His hands hooked behind my knees and pulled my legs over his shoulders roughly. Grating his hips on mine in a brutal thrust, I could suddenly feel his hard cock stabbing against my inner thigh and I froze in utter bewilderment. I pulled violently on his hair, snapping his head backwards so I could look into his eyes. I stared at him motionless, our movements suddenly coming to a complete halt. We stared at each other silently before he burrowed his face in my neck and bit down. The sting of it made my eyes water but his words, rasped roughly in my ear only a moment later, soothed the pain immediately, “I want you.”
“Cut!” The director’s loud call rang in my ears. Or maybe it was the blood rushing from my head, making me wonder if I heard Gale correctly.
“What?” I asked in total confusion.
“He said ‘cut’,” Gale smirked at me. It was almost a smile and my body flushed with pleasure at seeing him smiling again.
“I know what he said.” I replied. I was about to ask him what he had meant but the director interrupted us.
“Why did you stop?” He exclaimed in disbelief while walking over to the bed. “Did you forget your line?” He asked, trying to joke. “The desperate hunger kind of thing was great - we’re doing it again. Try to re-enact whatever you just did. And wait for me to call it a scene before you stop, alright?”
Gale was about to stem himself off the bed, but I grasped at his upper arm to keep him where he was - still sprawled above me. I was still half-hard and though I wasn’t a prude, I was not about to give the people on the set a show. Gale took one look at me and asked the crew, “Can we take a break?”
The director groaned but relented. “Okay, guys, take five.”
The few people that were allowed on a closed set filed out one by one. The make-up and clothes girl passed us our robes before leaving as well. We were almost alone now. Only the light guy remained behind, fumbling with his equipment. Gale got off the bed and I sat up, crossing my legs and looking up at him.
“What did you say to me?” I demanded to know.
“Rands, not now.”
“Yes, now! What did you say to me before?”
“Can we talk about it later?” Gale tried to dodge.
“Last time you offered to talk, we haven’t been speaking to each other for over two weeks. So, no, I don’t think so.” I was angry again, but I didn’t care. “You said, you wanted me. It wasn’t scripted. Was it Brian talking?”
No reaction. He kept staring at the wall over my shoulder.
“Was it Gale?” I asked in hushed voice.
He focused his eyes on mine but still didn’t say a word. I rose from the bed slowly and closed the distance between us. We stood so close, our chests were almost touching; we had slung on the bathrobes but never bothered to tie them. I leaned in even closer and he took a panicked look around. The light guy, still tinkering with his equipment, had his back to us. I waited until Gale focused on me again and got up on my tiptoes to bring our faces closer together. Only one inch before our lips touched, I paused, giving him time and opportunity to pull away. He did nothing and just stood there unmoving. I closed the gap and touched my lips softly to his, our eyes never letting go of each other. He opened his mouth ever so slightly and I accepted the invitation and pushed my tongue roughly into his cavern. The aggressive violence from before returned with a vengeance and his hand flew to the back of my head, pressing me firmer to him. We kissed brutally, never closing our eyes as if daring the other one to break the kiss first. He tasted completely different now. We had kissed on camera countless times, but he was holding back then. When I felt his tongue in my mouth now, I felt him letting go of his reservations and kissing me back with equal passion. We finally pulled away, gulping air and staring at each other like strangers meeting for the first time. I looked down his body and saw his cock stirring again.
“You do want me.” I stated.
He nodded once, hesitantly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
He shrugged before answering. “First, I didn’t know. And then I didn’t know how.”
“But I told you I… I told you there were… certain feelings. Why didn’t you say anything then?”
“You took me by surprise. I didn’t know how to react. You didn’t give me any time to think about it.” He hissed at me. “You know me, Randy. I need time to think about stuff like this. You just stormed away.” He looked down at his feet and added, “I thought you changed your mind. That you regretted saying something.”
“I did regret.” I admitted. “But not because I changed my mind.”
Gale was about to respond when half the crew and the director filed onto the set again. I almost growled in frustration. But this wasn’t over yet. This discussion would happen. Even if I had to tie Gale to a chair to make him talk to me.
TBC (probably)
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