Black Hawk Down fanfiction

Gary/Randy, R

Summary: A prologue for Steve/Casey, and a hint of the next Gary/Randy.

~*~

The phone on the other end rang just once before it was picked up and a breathless voice answered.

Gary grinned down the line. “Hey, Steve!”

He was returning Steve’s call, after not having spoken with him since he and Randy finished their assignment in Denver over six months ago. If Steve was contacting him out of the blue like this, there was only one possible reason.

“How’s Casey?”

Steve made a sound of disgust. “Gary, do you know how long it’s taken me to track you down? I realized I didn’t even know your last name! And when I called the switchboard down there I was told over and over there’s no Delta Force at Fort Bragg, and definitely no Gary working for them. I had to sneak into Casey’s files and call the number with a matching area code for Bragg.” He stopped and took a deep, frustrated breath. “So I take it you got the message I left with your company’s receptionist at PLA Electronic Systems.”

Gary had been chuckling from the moment Steve started talking. “I’m one of their finest technicians. Did they tell you that? Why the hell didn’t you just ask Casey for Randy’s number?”

Steve actually growled. Gary’s eyes widened. Impressive sound coming from Steve.

“He’s the last person I could ask. He’d want to know why I wanted it.”

“What’s wrong with him knowing you’re trying to reach me?”

“Uhh… Because it’s not you I’m trying to reach. It’s Randy. I need to ask him some… uh… some questions. About Casey. And stuff.”

Gary stood shaking with silent laughter, pressing his lips together so hard they were starting to hurt. He held the phone away when he couldn’t stop a few snorts from escaping, then took a deep breath. He brought it back to his ear to hear Steve asking if Randy was around.

Gary told him to hold on and called for Randy. When he told Randy who it was, Randy’s expression remained the same, as if he received a call from Steve every day.

“Hello, Steve,” Randy said. Randy listened as Gary faintly heard Steve’s voice streaming out of the receiver. When it stopped, presumably after posing a question, Randy said, “Yeah.”

There was silence for a few seconds, then another torrent of muffled sound, to which Randy replied, “Possibly.”

After Randy spent the next couple of minutes muttering, “It might,” “He’s flexible,” “Your choice,” and “Red,” he said, “You’re welcome,” and held the receiver out to Gary.

“He wants to talk to you.”

Gary plastered his hand over his face and shook his head. He took the receiver while Randy went back into the kitchen.

He sighed into it. “I hope you got something out of that.”

“Yes, I did, thanks,” Steve said, sounding a bit shaken. “Listen, I have to split.”

“Sure thing. And you can always reach me here. If I’m not around, just leave a message.”

“With Randy?” It sounded to Steve like the worst case scenario.

“You won’t have to,” Gary assured him. “He lets the machine pick up.”

“Right. Thanks, Gary. I owe you one.”

“Not a problem. Call anytime.”

Gary wandered back into the kitchen. “How can you be so mean,” he chided, leaning in the doorway.

Randy didn’t look up from whatever he was doing to the pieces of meat on the cutting board. “I gave him plenty of intelligence to work with.”

Gary snorted. “So what’s his plan of action, anyway? Send Casey a memo outlining his feelings, with a Potential Responses section at the bottom for Casey to fill out?”

The side of Randy's mouth twitched. “Not quite. I gather he’s going to try and seduce Casey.”

Gary’s jaw dropped. “Seduce him? He can’t pull that off on Casey! Steve thinks dinner theater is classy.”

Randy made a face. “We all have our mountains to surmount.”

“Well,” Gary smirked, pushing from the doorway and moving into the kitchen. “The bigger they come, the harder they fall.” He stood very close behind Randy, placing his hands on the counter on either side of him. He bent and slowly closed his mouth over Randy’s earlobe, tugging gently. “Right, Randy?”

The cutting knife clattered to the countertop as Randy shuddered and pushed back against him. Gary crowded him, using his crotch to push him into the counter and not giving him room to move.

While Randy groaned desperately and tried to bend forward, clutching the counter’s edge and gasping that Gary please at least let him sanitize his hands of the meat’s bacteria, Gary sucked on his earlobe and vaguely perceived that while most of the time Randy could wreck him by just boring his gaze into him, this was obviously going to be one of those other times.

He stepped back and let Randy reach for the sink, already knowing how he was going to take it from there.

~*~