TITLE:  Two Guys, a Statement, and the Morning After
AUTHOR: Small Woodinat Creature 
RATING: Slash, NC-17
SUMMARY:  What happens after the events in "Two Guys, an Orgasm, 
and a Statement"
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 rolled over and woke up.  He soon noticed that Berg was no 
longer in bed with him.   //Of course he wouldn't be there.  You 
freaked him out with your declaration of love, remember idiot?//
Sighing, he got out of bed and into the shower.  As he washed
the evidence of the previous night's adventure, his mind kept 
going back to that moment.

'I love you, Berg.'  Berg's body stiffening.  Berg's silence.  God, how
fucking stupid could he be?

He dried and dressed, and went out into the living room.  Berg was 
there, reading the paper stolen from Sharon's doorstep.  He offered
a couple of sections to Pete, not looking up from what he was 
reading.

"Hey Berg."  Pete sat down next to Berg, his thigh touching the
other man's.  

"Pete."  Berg smiled at him.  

Pete relaxed somewhat.  Berg wasn't freaking too much, and that 
was good.  Or, Berg was completely freaking, and wasn't letting it
show.  God, this must be what Sharon had to go through with any
man she'd dated.  He always took that for granted when he dated 
women.

"Berg?"

"Yeah?"  Berg looked up at Pete, his face inscrutable.

"We're still buddies, right?"  He lightly rested his hand on Berg's thigh.

"Of course.  Best buddies.  Compadres.  Partners in crime.  Sometimes
literally."

Pete chuckled, and kissed his cheek.  Berg leered in response, and 
ran his hand on the inside of Pete's thigh.  He shivered under the 
caress, and all rational thoughts quickly dissipated as he leaned
in to kiss Berg's sweet lips...

And then the door opened.  They jumped apart quickly, and tried
to act normally.  Well, normal for them, at least.

"Hi guys.  Guess what?  That dumb delivery boy must have put 
my paper in front of your door again.  Can you believe that?"

Berg put on a face of mock sympathy.  "You really should have 
a word with him about that."

"Yeah."  Sharon grabbed a couple of unread sections from the 
table.  "Maybe I should roll up the paper and smack him like a 
bad dog, " she said, while rolling the section and wielding it
menacingly.  

"Peace offering?"  Pete held up the comics section.  "Garfield was both
funny and thought provoking today."

"Cool."  She plopped down on the chair.  

Berg put on a puppy dog face.  "I wanted the discipline, myself."

Pete looked downward to hide any hurt.  It always bothered him 
that Berg still flirted with women even though they were, well what
were they?  Lovers?  Boyfriends?  Best buddies?  Cripes.  He was
falling into the same pattern he did with everyone else he got 
involved with.  He knew that Berg hadn't dated anyone since
their first time together, and he was flirting with *Sharon* who
was like a sister.  But part of him still needed to know that Berg
belonged to him, was his.  He imagined Berg sporting a tattoo
with his name, or perhaps his initials with a branding iron.

"Um, Pete?"  Sharon's voice.

Pete came to from his reverie.  "Yeah?"

"If you aren't gonna read that section..." she gestured towards the
unread business section.

"Oh, yeah, sure."   

She took the paper warily.  "You gave that up without a fight.  Hmm."

Pete looked over at a hawk eyed Sharon.  "Hmm what?"

"Just.  Hmm."

He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, and brushed his thigh 
against Berg's again.  Bad move.  The heat from Berg's flesh traveled
up his thigh, through his entire body, and finally rested in his crotch.
Sitting there had to be a form of torture condemned by Amnesty 
International.  Of course, Berg was composed as ever.  Pete rubbed
his foot against Berg's, trying to excite him out of his cool, but only
succeeded in getting more turned on.  There was no discernible change
in Berg, save for a slightly evil smile.

//Leave, Sharon.  Leave Sharon.  No offense, but please leave, 
Sharon.//  

After 20 minutes of hell, she did finally obey Pete's telepathy.

Berg flung away the section he was reading, and straddled Pete.

"Hey, wanna fuck?"  He rubbed his cock against Pete's.

//Fuck.  That's all it is.  Fucking.//  He couldn't blame Berg.  It wasn't
as if they did the romance and flowers thing.  They were buddies.
Now they were fuckbuddies.  He didn't want some ridiculous 
Harlequin romance thing with Berg, but still he wanted something 
more.

Berg whipped open his robe, and pulled down Pete's boxers.  As he took
Pete's balls into his mouth, he looked up into his eyes.  Pete looked away,
but not before Berg caught the bittersweet expression on his face.

Berg swallowed, and kissed Pete's inner thighs.  He looked into Pete's 
eyes.  "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing."  Pete kissed Berg lightly.

"No, something's up."  He looked down at Pete's now flaccid cock.  
"And it's not that, 'cuz I already took care of ya there." 

"Well..."  Pete pulled up his boxers.  "What are we?" 

 "I'm Berg, you're Pete.  The person who left was Sharon.  And she sleeps
with Johnny, the perfect man.  Not that I've checked him out." 

Pete closed his robe.  "I mean, we've been doing this for...we haven't even
gone on a date, well not with each other.  I'm not expecting you to give me
your class ring or take me to the prom, but..."

"Pete."  Berg took him into his arms.  "I like this.  You like this.  Let's 
not screw it up, ok?" 
 
"I don't want to screw it up, I just..."  Pete shook his head and kissed 
Berg gently.  "Forget it."

Berg stroked Pete's cheek.  "Are you sure?"

"Yeah,"  Pete looked anything but sure.

Berg kissed Pete slowly one last time before getting ready for class.
******
Pete was in front of the TV, eating soggy corn flakes and catching up on
"General Hospital".  The door opened, and Sharon stormed through, not
looking very happy.

"Bad day?"  Pete set down his bowl.

"Yeah.  Remember that three headed fish scandal?"  Pete nodded.  "It's
four heads now.  Not a good day.  So, catching up on important current
events?"  Sharon indicated the TV, with the credits of the show still 
running on it.

"It was an interesting plot.  See, one of the characters was best buddies
with another, and they ended up sleeping together, and he told him he 
loved him last night, well, today, I mean, and now it's all weird."

Sharon blinked.  "So, they're two guys, huh?"

"It's a brave new world.  So, anyways, the guy who said he loved the other
guy is scared he's gonna lose his friend, and he doesn't want to get 
married or anything, but still he wants something, you know?"  

"So, what are these guys' names?"

Pete squirmed under her smarty pants know it all gaze.  "Um, Pat and 
Bork."

"Sooo...how long have you and Berg been screwing?"  Sharon's lips 
curled up in a purely evil grin.

"What makes you think that?  I'm talking about the show."  Pete looked
down, suddenly very interested in his nails.

"Well, gee.  There's the fact that you guys are always jumping from each
other when I come in here lately.  And the look on your face when Berg
eats things like bananas.  And that time last week when Johnny and I 
heard Berg shouting 'Fuck me, Pete!', I really started to suspect."

"You are good."  Pete sighed.  "So, what should I do?"

"When did this start?" Sharon prodded.

"Huh?"

"Come on, I got a twenty dollar bet with Johnny riding on this. Was it 
three months ago?  'Cuz he thinks it was just last month, but I caught
some hints earlier than that."

Pete glared at her.  "It was four, and could you please focus.  You've 
dated men, you have more expertise here about figuring them out."

"It's simple."  She patted his shoulder.  "Men suck."

"Oh, great, that's gonna help me."

"What can I say?  Berg's like a kid.  Except sleeping with him won't get
you arrested.  You can't expect him to act un-Berglike."  Sharon 
squeezed his shoulder, this time in genuine sympathy.  "Have you guys
talked?"

"Well, sorta.  I kinda get distracted by the sex.  He doesn't want to 
screw it up."

"What do you want?"

Pete ran his fingers through his short hair.  "I don't know.  I mean, we're 
best friends.  We live together.  We'd do anything for each other.  I guess
that should be enough."

"But...," she prodded gently.

"But, it's not.  I just, I guess it would be enough to know he feels the same
way.  God, I sound stupid.  Like some..."

"Soap opera plot?"

"Hey!  Ok, it does a little.  Except it wouldn't be two guys.  And we'd 
have better names, like Shane or something like that.  I mean, I know 
he cares about me, and he isn't really dating anyone else or wanting to
date someone else.  I guess I just want to know how he feels about me."

"Well, just ask him that, then."

"Yeah?"  He looked less than thrilled at the idea.

"Yeah."  Sharon smiled.  "I'm so good at this.  I rock!"

Pete rolled his eyes.  "Sure you do."

Berg walked in that moment, and narrowed his eyes at Sharon.  "Hi, 
Sharon," he said in his best Hello-I-hope-you're-leaving-soon voice.

"Hi Berg.  So, interesting day?"  Her smile became evil again.

"Yes.  And yours?"

"It was pretty good.  Earned an easy twenty dollars in the last few 
minutes."  

Berg smiled tightly.  "That's nice.  So, are you planning to stay?"

"No, I have to tell Johnny something.  Later."  She left, mouthing the 
words "ask him" to Pete.

"Hey."  Pete smooched Berg briefly.  "How are ya?"

Berg kissed him deeply, squeezing Pete's ass.  "I got you something."

"Cool!  No, wait, I need to ask you something first."

"I want to give you this first.  'K?"  Berg reached into a small bag, and 
produced a small chihuahua with a rose in its teeth.

Pete took the dog.  "Oh too cool.  Almost as cool as the one with the
beret!"

Berg grinned.  "Squeeze it."

"Do you mean the dog or-"

"Come on, just squeeze it.  Please?"

"Ok."  Pete squeezed the dog.

'I theenk I'm een looove!'  He squeezed the dog again.  'I theenk I'm een 
looove!'  Pete smiled.  "So, Berg, does this mean...?"

Berg hugged him.  "Um, yeah."  He kissed Pete's nose.  "You know, 
Pete, yo quiero oral sex."

Pete giggled, and pushed Berg down on couch.  "You'd make a great 
mascot for them.  I could picture you in a beret and a dog collar.  Oooh, 
especially in a dog collar."

He licked Pete's neck, and deliciously wriggled under his friend's touch.
"That could be arranged."

THE END