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revidSo, like everyone else on the flist, I've had to resort to drastic measures to fill the hole in my life created by the fact of Green Day being so completely MIA. For me, it's been Queer As Folk (US) that has been eating my brain of late, and it's gotten so bad that not only have I joined a half-dozen LJ comms relating to the show, OMG, I wrote a fic even. I will save most of you by putting it below a cut, including a little bit of background for those unfamiliar with QaF. Feel free to blow right by this, except for the 3 or 4 of you that I will beat about the head and shoulders if you don't even pretend to read and like it, K?
QaF features Randy Harrison (L) as 17 year old Justin, who gets involved with 29 year old Brian Kinney, played by Gale Harold. These two actors have more on screen chemistry than any couple of any sex ever seen on TV. Randy is gay, Gale is straight, but a writer for a gay magazine once described Gale as 'the most gay-friendly straight man I've ever met.' Feel free to read between those lines. Both actors became close friends during the 5 years the show ran, leading to the inevitable rumors. The perfect breeding ground for RPS.
This story is heavily based in current facts: After QAF ended, neither of them wanted much to do with the show, which is why the fandom is all a twitter about Randy showing up for a QAF related appearance. Gale and Randy are still friends and go to each others plays. And Gale will have a recurring role as Teri Hatcher's love interest on the show Desperate Housewives next season.
Only mild implied slashiness in this story, though. If you want pr0n, look at this clip from the TV show:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pHW0u5mjwQ
Title: Unconventional
Author: revid
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Gale hears about this. He is not amused, at least initially. (~1100 Words)
Warnings: Fluff. Pure Fluff.
Author's Notes: My first foray into QaF fanfic. Constructive criticism is always welcome in comments or at revid@livejournal.com. Beta'd by the lovely and talented![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mikeyface, but any errors remain mine alone.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, not for profit and for entertainment purposes only. Absolutely nothing is implied about and no disrespect is intended towards the real Randy Harrison and Gale Harold.
When the phone rang, Randy put down his morning coffee and reached over the stack of papers for the hand set. A smile spread slowly across his face when he saw the caller ID, because he knew exactly how this conversation was going to go, or at the very least, how it was going to start.
"Hello?" he answered, playing dumb.
"What the FUCKING FUCK? Have you lost your fucking mind?"
Yep, he had guessed right. Suppressing a soft chuckle, he responded in his most even, innocent tone of voice, "Hi Gale, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. How about you?"
"I can't believe you're actually going to do that convention. What the hell are you thinking? Are you sure you're up to that? You really want to sit around with a bunch of gay men and straight women all asking you what it was like to do it with another guy on TV? Again? Getting pawed at and called Justin? My God...Why?"
Randy ignored the barrage of mostly rhetorical questions, understanding that it was probably just Gale projecting anyway. "Naw, it won't be that bad. Anyway, they all know I'm gay -- unlike poor little you, they don't keep trying to hit on me." He briefly reconsidered. "Well, most of them, at any rate."
"Yeah, well it's the ones that think they can turn someone that are the scariest."
Randy's tone turned only slightly wicked. "Like me, you mean? You would know."
It took Gale a beat longer to recover from that than he would have preferred. "Touché," he managed to get out. "Seriously, though...Why? I thought for sure it was BS when I saw your name. I'd heard something about Bobby being there..."
"Look, it's pretty simple. For one, it's an all expenses paid trip to Paris. And for two, the deal is I get to talk about tAB to a bunch of people who might actually listen to what I say and will possibly support it as well. And you know, I figured I could be all childish about it because they only want to see me because I was in "Queer as Folk," or I can just build a fucking bridge and get over it and use it to my advantage. So, I deal with the same questions for the one billionth time with a stupid smile on my face for an hour or two in return for talking about the stuff I want to. It's a fair exchange." He paused for effect. "It's not that big of a deal. I mean, I could have, um...oh...I don't know, taken a role in a prime-time network soap opera, or something."
"Oh shut up, you little fucker," Gale chortled, trying hard but unable to hide the affection behind the epithet.
"No really, Gale, I actually think it's great for you, but I do have to admit, I've never seen the show. I guess I'll have to learn how to use the TiVo. How's it going anyway?"
"Great. They'll all been very good to me. It's sort of fun being a regular on a TV show again...but I had forgotten what a fucking lot of work it is. If you're nice, maybe I'll wrangle a guest spot for you."
"Yeah, right. Have their people call my people."
There was a pause, and Randy sensed what was coming next.
"You going alone?"
"Yep." Randy sighed involuntarily. "That's over for good this time."
"Sorry to hear it, man. You doing OK with it?"
"Yeah, I am. Thanks. And thanks again for coming out to the Berkshires. I'm sorry we didn't have much time to hang out." And by that, he meant any time at all. "Waiting for Godot" had been rewarding, but it was also one of the most all-consuming projects he had ever been involved with.
"Yeah, me too, Randy. But you were brilliant. I mean it. I'm glad I got to see it."
"Look, are you filming that week? The last weekend in October? Any chance you could come to Paris?
"Um...no, we're not...but..."
"C'mon Gale...then why not? You could be my date at the VIP dinner. Think of the fun we'll have starting the rumors up again. After all, there had to be a real reason the guy in TV guide mentioned you were single, right? And I've got that big suite all to myself. Plus, the weed is really good there. Or so I hear."
"Well, gee, thanks, Randy, now you've convinced me."
"We could rent motorcycles and go riding through Paris."
"OK, that's better."
"We could invite Hal."
"Wait! I was the one who called to harass you!"
"But the best reason of all -- you know what it is, don't you?"
"Uh...no..."
"Some friend you are, Harold. I'm crushed. It's my damn birthday that weekend! You don't have a huge, expensive present all planned out and purchased for me yet?"
"Oh, like the one you sent me last month?"
Randy laughed out loud. "I deserved that! Touché to you too! Anyway, I figured you wouldn't want to be reminded exactly how close to 40 you are."
"Your concern for my ego is touching, but 'every day above ground is a good one' is my new motto. OK, so I should grace you with my presence for your birthday. What's in it for me?"
There was silence as they both watched that big fat softball pitch sail untouched over the plate.
Randy spoke first, softly. "You will think about coming to Paris, won't you?"
"Sure, I'll think about it. It could work out."
"Let me know what you decide."
"You'll be the first to know. Take it easy, my friend. Don't work too hard."
"You too, Gale. Give Teri a kiss for me."
"Bite me, Harrison."
"Promises, promises."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Gale pressed the hang up button and placed the phone on the table, right next to the Air France ticket jacket lying there.
LAX to CDG.
Purchased yesterday.
~~~
QaF features Randy Harrison (L) as 17 year old Justin, who gets involved with 29 year old Brian Kinney, played by Gale Harold. These two actors have more on screen chemistry than any couple of any sex ever seen on TV. Randy is gay, Gale is straight, but a writer for a gay magazine once described Gale as 'the most gay-friendly straight man I've ever met.' Feel free to read between those lines. Both actors became close friends during the 5 years the show ran, leading to the inevitable rumors. The perfect breeding ground for RPS.
This story is heavily based in current facts: After QAF ended, neither of them wanted much to do with the show, which is why the fandom is all a twitter about Randy showing up for a QAF related appearance. Gale and Randy are still friends and go to each others plays. And Gale will have a recurring role as Teri Hatcher's love interest on the show Desperate Housewives next season.
Only mild implied slashiness in this story, though. If you want pr0n, look at this clip from the TV show:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pHW0u5mjwQ
Title: Unconventional
Author: revid
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Gale hears about this. He is not amused, at least initially. (~1100 Words)
Warnings: Fluff. Pure Fluff.
Author's Notes: My first foray into QaF fanfic. Constructive criticism is always welcome in comments or at revid@livejournal.com. Beta'd by the lovely and talented
mikeyface, but any errors remain mine alone.Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, not for profit and for entertainment purposes only. Absolutely nothing is implied about and no disrespect is intended towards the real Randy Harrison and Gale Harold.
When the phone rang, Randy put down his morning coffee and reached over the stack of papers for the hand set. A smile spread slowly across his face when he saw the caller ID, because he knew exactly how this conversation was going to go, or at the very least, how it was going to start.
"Hello?" he answered, playing dumb.
"What the FUCKING FUCK? Have you lost your fucking mind?"
Yep, he had guessed right. Suppressing a soft chuckle, he responded in his most even, innocent tone of voice, "Hi Gale, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. How about you?"
"I can't believe you're actually going to do that convention. What the hell are you thinking? Are you sure you're up to that? You really want to sit around with a bunch of gay men and straight women all asking you what it was like to do it with another guy on TV? Again? Getting pawed at and called Justin? My God...Why?"
Randy ignored the barrage of mostly rhetorical questions, understanding that it was probably just Gale projecting anyway. "Naw, it won't be that bad. Anyway, they all know I'm gay -- unlike poor little you, they don't keep trying to hit on me." He briefly reconsidered. "Well, most of them, at any rate."
"Yeah, well it's the ones that think they can turn someone that are the scariest."
Randy's tone turned only slightly wicked. "Like me, you mean? You would know."
It took Gale a beat longer to recover from that than he would have preferred. "Touché," he managed to get out. "Seriously, though...Why? I thought for sure it was BS when I saw your name. I'd heard something about Bobby being there..."
"Look, it's pretty simple. For one, it's an all expenses paid trip to Paris. And for two, the deal is I get to talk about tAB to a bunch of people who might actually listen to what I say and will possibly support it as well. And you know, I figured I could be all childish about it because they only want to see me because I was in "Queer as Folk," or I can just build a fucking bridge and get over it and use it to my advantage. So, I deal with the same questions for the one billionth time with a stupid smile on my face for an hour or two in return for talking about the stuff I want to. It's a fair exchange." He paused for effect. "It's not that big of a deal. I mean, I could have, um...oh...I don't know, taken a role in a prime-time network soap opera, or something."
"Oh shut up, you little fucker," Gale chortled, trying hard but unable to hide the affection behind the epithet.
"No really, Gale, I actually think it's great for you, but I do have to admit, I've never seen the show. I guess I'll have to learn how to use the TiVo. How's it going anyway?"
"Great. They'll all been very good to me. It's sort of fun being a regular on a TV show again...but I had forgotten what a fucking lot of work it is. If you're nice, maybe I'll wrangle a guest spot for you."
"Yeah, right. Have their people call my people."
There was a pause, and Randy sensed what was coming next.
"You going alone?"
"Yep." Randy sighed involuntarily. "That's over for good this time."
"Sorry to hear it, man. You doing OK with it?"
"Yeah, I am. Thanks. And thanks again for coming out to the Berkshires. I'm sorry we didn't have much time to hang out." And by that, he meant any time at all. "Waiting for Godot" had been rewarding, but it was also one of the most all-consuming projects he had ever been involved with.
"Yeah, me too, Randy. But you were brilliant. I mean it. I'm glad I got to see it."
"Look, are you filming that week? The last weekend in October? Any chance you could come to Paris?
"Um...no, we're not...but..."
"C'mon Gale...then why not? You could be my date at the VIP dinner. Think of the fun we'll have starting the rumors up again. After all, there had to be a real reason the guy in TV guide mentioned you were single, right? And I've got that big suite all to myself. Plus, the weed is really good there. Or so I hear."
"Well, gee, thanks, Randy, now you've convinced me."
"We could rent motorcycles and go riding through Paris."
"OK, that's better."
"We could invite Hal."
"Wait! I was the one who called to harass you!"
"But the best reason of all -- you know what it is, don't you?"
"Uh...no..."
"Some friend you are, Harold. I'm crushed. It's my damn birthday that weekend! You don't have a huge, expensive present all planned out and purchased for me yet?"
"Oh, like the one you sent me last month?"
Randy laughed out loud. "I deserved that! Touché to you too! Anyway, I figured you wouldn't want to be reminded exactly how close to 40 you are."
"Your concern for my ego is touching, but 'every day above ground is a good one' is my new motto. OK, so I should grace you with my presence for your birthday. What's in it for me?"
There was silence as they both watched that big fat softball pitch sail untouched over the plate.
Randy spoke first, softly. "You will think about coming to Paris, won't you?"
"Sure, I'll think about it. It could work out."
"Let me know what you decide."
"You'll be the first to know. Take it easy, my friend. Don't work too hard."
"You too, Gale. Give Teri a kiss for me."
"Bite me, Harrison."
"Promises, promises."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Gale pressed the hang up button and placed the phone on the table, right next to the Air France ticket jacket lying there.
LAX to CDG.
Purchased yesterday.
~~~
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Date: 2008-08-25 12:32 pm (UTC)Very nice. Of course, I don't have a clue who these people are, but still, very nicely done. Genuine affection, a little teasing, this line:
There was silence as they both watched that big fat softball pitch sail untouched over the plate.
Well done.
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Date: 2008-08-25 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-28 04:35 am (UTC)http://www.showcase.ca/queer/videos.aspx
ETA: Of course, I just remembered that you're crippled by dial-up. :-(