TITLE:  Two Guys, an Orgasm, and a Statement
AUTHOR: Small Woodinat Creature 
RATING: Slash, NC-17
SUMMARY:  Pete and Berg have sex.  Things happen.
SPOILERS:  Not really.
OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All things "Two Guys" are property of 
Infront Productions and Twentieth Century Fox Television.  Please
don't sue me, I'm laid off.
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Pete nibbled on the slice of cold pizza.  He wasn't really hungry;
he was just biding the time until Sharon would leave his and Berg's
apartment.  He stole a glance at Berg, who pulled a pepperoni off the
slice of pizza.  Berg saw him, and keeping eye contact, sucked the
stringy cheese from the pepperoni, licking it thoroughly.  Berg grinned,
and then rolled the slice, sucking on it, in a mini imitation of fellatio.

Pete's pants suddenly became tighter.

"Sheesh, just eat it already, don't lick it for an hour!"  Sharon wrinkled
her nose in disgust.

Pete sighed, and rolled his eyes at Berg, who was rolling his as well.
He watched in frustration as Berg ate, staring at Berg's mouth and 
hands.  That mouth should be kissing him right now.  Those hands
should be caressing him.  He actually considered taking Berg right
there in front of Sharon, but he figured she'd probably give a running
commentary on their techniques.

Berg gave him a sympathetic smile, and licked his fingers.  Pete 
whimpered softly, hoping that Sharon wouldn't hear.  He figured 
she'd find out about their relationship sooner or later, but he 
preferred that moment to be in the distant future.

 "MmmmMMMmmmm!"  Berg was making that sound, a 
demented look on his face.

"Huh?" asked Sharon between bites.

"Mmm, pizza good!"  Berg's voice was some demented 
combination of Yoda and Grover from Sesame Street.

"Berg, you are too weird."  Sharon resumed eating. 

"Mmm!  Chomp, chomp!  Slurp!"  Berg taunted her more, 
making silly sounds every time she moved her jaw.

"Don't make me hurt you."  She flung a pepperoni in his direction.

"Grrr!  Pepperoni bad!  Pizza good!"

Pete giggled, and decided to join in.

"Oh no, Sharon, please don't eat me, I'm just a defenseless piece
of pizza.  No!  No!  No!"  Sharon took another bite.  "Aaaaaargh!  
Oh the humanity!"

"Mmm!  Me no care, me eat defenseless pizza!"  Berg's voice now
sounded like Cookie Monster.

"You guys are so juvenile."  Sharon finished chewing, trying to ignore
Berg's "Mmm!"s and Pete's "Help me!"s.  "I've gotta get up early 
anyways.  Later."  She grabbed her coat and shook her head at 
her silly friends.

"Tummy full of pizza!  Me now leave!"  Berg suggested ever so subtly.

"Yay!  The pizza murderess has left!  Brothers, we are saved!"  
Pete collapsed into laughter, not caring about Sharon flipping 
her middle finger as she left.

Berg curled up next to Pete on the couch, laughing with him.  
"One of these days we're gonna drive her nuts and she'll kill us."

Pete wrapped his arms around him.  "But we'll die together.  
Thelma and Louise."

Berg kissed his nose.  "Thelma and Louise."

Pete returned the kiss, sucking on Berg's lips, tasting the 
surprisingly erotic combination of tomato sauce, meat, and 
grease.  Berg shifted his position, letting his erection grind 
into Pete's.  

"Bedroom?"  Pete wasn't sure which one of them made that 
suggestion, but it didn't matter.

They moved towards the bedroom, kissing and shedding 
clothing as they went.  Pete jumped on the bed, with Berg 
following him soon after.  He devoured Berg's lips as if they 
were the last piece of pizza he'd ever eat, or the only drink of beer 
in the fridge. The need for oxygen finally broke the kiss, and Berg 
pressed his lips to Pete's throat, leaving a wet trail of kisses, nibbles, 
and suckles down to his chest.  He latched on to a nipple, and bit 
down ever so gently.  Pete bucked upwards, groaning wildly.  Berg's 
touch was so perfect for him, so intoxicating.  He sometimes thought 
that if Berg just humped his elbow he'd be in heaven. 

Berg's mouth continued its assault on his body, licking the soft trail 
of dark hair from Pete's navel lower and lower.  He moaned again as 
his friend's mouth descended upon his cock and balls.  Pete moved 
so that he was facing Berg's cock as well and took as much of him 
as he could into his mouth.  He bobbed his head as best as he could 
in this position, rubbing his short dark hair against Berg's thighs.  He 
was rewarded with the sound of Berg whimpering this time.   

Pete broke away, laying on his back.

"Pete!  Me want suckee."  Berg pouted adorably.

He spread his legs, grabbing some lube.  "I want you in me, Berg."

Berg waggled his eyebrows.  "That'll work too."

Pete laughed and squirted out some slick, rubbing it on Berg's cock.
Berg moved his fingers in him, and he wriggled with pleasure.  "Come
on Berg, jump on in, the water's fine."  He guided Berg's cock to his
ass.  "Fuck me."

Berg entered him, moving slowly at first.  Pete ground himself against 
him, matching him stroke by stroke.  They moved faster and faster, 
building to an unstoppable crescendo.  He gazed up at Berg, whose
eyes were glazed with passion.  Whenever Berg had sex, he got lost
in the passion to the point of not thinking at all anymore.  For Pete 
it was different.  Sex, especially sex with Berg, made his perception
sharper, more precise.  In all their years of friendship, he never noticed
the little things about Berg.  The mixture of light brown, gold and blond
of Berg's hair.  The way his face was angular, almost fox-like.  His 
dark beautiful lashes.  Ever since they'd been shagging, he noticed 
those things.  All his life, he'd been searching for The One.  Every
girlfriend who lasted more than two dates was a contender to be
The One.  It never occurred to him that The One was in his life all along.

Berg thrust harder into Pete, sweat dripping off him onto his friend's 
chest.  Pete ran his hands over his back, his ass, and back up 
into the soft golden hair.  Berg came, his shout loud enough to 
alert Sharon and anyone else on her floor.  He collapsed and rested
his head on Pete's chest.  After several moments, he realized that
Pete was still hard.  

"Sorry buddy.  I'll get that for ya."

Pete smiled as Berg sucked him again, running his tongue from the 
cockhead to the balls and back again.  It didn't take long and he 
came, with Berg swallowing happily.  

Berg lay next to Pete, who snuggled close to him.  Pete hugged him
close, and sighed contentedly.  

"I love you, Berg."

Berg's body stiffened for a moment.  He partially disentangled himself
from their embrace, and rested his head on the pillow.  Pete stared
at the ceiling.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  He screwed up.  Berg closed his eyes
and started to doze.  Pete stared at him for a few moments, and 
reached his hand out.  Berg didn't reject him, but he didn't pull Pete 
into his characteristic bear hug either.  Holding Berg's hand, Pete
closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

THE END