"Tricked"
By Viridian5
4/21/99

RATING: R.  Berg/Pete.  If m/m interaction bothers you, what are 
you doing here?
SPOILERS: "Two Guys, a Girl and Oxford"
SUMMARY: It's good to be home.
DISCLAIMERS: All things here are property of Infront 
Productions and Twentieth Century Fox Television.  Anyone who 
thinks I'm infringing or making a cent from this is on drugs.  If 
Pete and Berg were mine, Berg wouldn't run around so much, and 
Pete would know who The One is.
NOTES: One site listed the episode as "Two Guys, a Girl and *an* 
Oxford," which I like much better.
Thanks to Te for a read-through and suggestions.  Thanks to Gen 
for catching the typo the rest of us missed!


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"Tricked"
By Viridian5
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"I'm glad you're being positive about this, Berg," Sharon gushed.  
"Anyone else would be crushed, but you...  It's just like--"

"A movie?  Thanks, Sharon.  Good night." Berg gave her his best 
everything's-fine grin before shutting the door.  It faltered once she 
couldn't see him anymore.  Then he put it back on, turned around, 
and smacked Pete on the arm.

"Ow!  Hey!" Pete squawked.

"What happened to picking me up at the airport in the limo?  It 
wasn't any fun rattling around on the bed of Johnny's pickup in the 
freezing cold, you know."

"It's not my fault Johnny picked now to get a clue.  He would have 
tattled, and this job pays too well for me to risk tossing it away."

Berg felt a genuine smile start to return.  "Yes, Sharon told me all 
about that.  Are you really turning tricks for wealthy, old--"

Pete quickly interrupted, "You could give me that kiss now."

Berg let him do a sidetrack.  For now.  It only made the chase and 
inevitable kill more fun.  "God, I don't believe I was stupid enough 
to try to kiss you in front of Sharon.  Thanks for stopping me."

Pete shrugged.  "You just had the world's worst stay in England, 
then come home to find out you did it for nothing.  Top that off 
with a whole new kind of cruel brush off from Ashley, the winner 
and still champion of teases.  You were upset and didn't think." 
Pete looked down.  "Not like I care if you kiss me in front of 
Sharon.  It's your--"

"Yeah, it's my rule not to." Berg swept Pete in and, instead of the 
peck on the head Sharon would have seen, gave him the kind of 
kiss he deserved.  Passionate.  Overwhelming.  Full tongue.  Berg 
let it say everything.

Pete spoke back by responding immediately with a slow grind.  
Pete made dependability downright sexy.  No tricks, just treats.

Speaking of tricks...  Berg shoved a bill into Pete's waistband and 
pulled away.  Pete had to take a long, flushed moment to yank his 
brain back together before he noticed.

"What's this, Berg?"

"I heard you're the favorite toy of the old ladies who lunch... 
Kitten."

Pete actually blushed.  It was cute.  But, instead of the impassioned 
and entertaining disavowals Berg had expected, he said, "It's a 
dollar bill!  I'm insulted.  I don't put out for less than a hundred."

Nice...  "Well, after that trip to England, you're now holding a 
third of all my savings.  How's that?"

"I don't know, I'll have to look at my schedule." Pete started to 
giggle.  "Oxford, *Mississippi*..."

"It was an honest mistake!" Berg protested.  Pete couldn't answer 
from laughing so hard.  This had to stop.  Berg grabbed hold of his 
ass and kneaded.  Since he couldn't laugh and moan at the same 
time, Pete chose moaning.  Berg said, "I'd tell you that you could 
find out if my nipples have softened yet, but they've gone hard 
again."

"Your skin is still cold." Pete seemed to be trying to warm Berg's 
neck with his mouth.  

As Berg shivered, he asked, "Could you wear the chauffeur's hat?"

He could feel Pete grin.  "That would cost the other two-thirds of 
your savings."

"You're too rich for my blood."

"And don't you forget it.  But I think I could give some of myself 
to charity." Pete put the black chauffeur's cap on.  "Your ride 
awaits."


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