Randy had to admit that he was a little nervous about Simon's first visit to Toronto. The timing just wasn't the best. Randy was very involved with filming, carrying a full schedule for the entire week of Simon's visit, which seemed entirely unfair given that he hadn't seen Simon in over a month.

He was staring off into space, worrying about having left Simon alone in bed at an ungodly hour in order to get to the studio on time, when Gale slung an arm over his shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Did ya get any last night?"

Randy blushed and rolled his eyes. Gale was such a typical guy.

"I bet you did." Gale used his arm around Randy's neck as a crook to drag him over to a chair and then pulled him into his lap. "You're lucky. I didn't get any last night."

Randy sighed and turned to press his forehead to Gale's. "Maybe if you tried a better pick up line than, 'Wanna fuck?', you'd have more luck."

"It works for Brian."

Randy laughed and turned so that he was straddling Gale in the chair, kissed him lightly on the lips, and said, "What's good for the goose isn't always good for the gander."

Gale cupped his ass and scooted him closer, diving in to bite his neck playfully. Randy leaned back trying to escape the teeth, laughing and struggling as Gale manhandled him.

A cough and an anxious laugh caught his attention. "Heheh, Randy, um, you've, heheh, got a guest?" Maria, the new intern, gestured behind her, all the while making apologetic faces.

Randy found himself dumped on the floor with no warning and he cracked up again, rolling onto his hands and knees, then standing up. He grinned madly at the sight of Simon. "Hey, you! I didn't think you were going to come on set until tomorrow!"

Simon's eyes were focused on Gale, and Randy licked his lips nervously, suddenly thinking about what it might have looked like when Simon walked up.

Gale stood up, stuck a hand out and smiled. "You must be Simon. I've heard so much about you. It's great to meet you."

Simon's smile wasn't quite as warm, but he gamely shook Gale's hand.

Gale dropped back into his chair, fidgeting. He pulled a box of matches out of his jeans pocket.

Randy reached out to put an arm around Simon's waist saying, "I'm so glad you're here. I'll show you around."

"Hey, Rand, remember when I got these?" Gale asked, holding them up. They were from the Boomer Club just over the border in Detroit. He pulled one out and stuck the wooden end into his mouth. "That was a fun trip."

Randy snorted. "Maybe for you but I saw so much pussy that my cock almost shriveled up and fell off."

"It wasn't good pussy, even," Gale murmured, looking at the box.

"Right. Well, as far as I knew, there wasn't a difference, but I'm clear on the distinction now. You don't need to educate me again."

"Yeah, some of that pussy we saw was all used up."

Randy felt Simon flinch and then almost laugh. Randy did laugh. "You're such a hetero prick."

"Yeah--" Gale agreed.

"Do you talk to your girlfriends like that?" Simon asked.

"No, just my fake boyfriend." Gale smiled, winningly. "He's always so adorably outraged, that I just can't resist."

Gale stood up again. "Oh, well, I guess I'll catch a smoke before our next scene." He took a few steps and then turned around. "Um, you aren't staying for it, are you, Simon?"

Randy blinked. He hadn't even considered--

"Why?" Simon asked.

"Um, 'cause I'm supposed to fuck his brains out and, well, I'm kind of modest." Gale chewed on his matchstick some more and turned to leave.

"He's modest?"

Randy laughed. "Well, yeah. I mean, he's not used to sexy guys looking at him naked."

"You're sexy. You look at him naked.

"Yeah, but I'm his fake boyfriend, so it's okay."

"What does being his fake boyfriend consist of exactly?" Simon sounded just this side of petulant.

Randy pulled on his arm, dragging him away for a tour. "Oh, you know, the usual stuff that fake boyfriends do. Trust me, it's nothing like being a real boyfriend. You're the only one who gets that."

THE END