Betting on you by scap3goat [Harlequin-challenge]
Summary: Ronan Dex' new at the College. Bates gives him some advice and Ronan find’s out that doing the right thing can give you more than you would have gained with doing the wrong thing.
Warning: Crack-fic, Slash, AU, unlikely pairings, OOC-ness...
Rating: NC or whatever it's these days...
Pairings: Established BeckShep and Ronan/gerbilRadek
A/N: Well... Radek's still Czech, Carson Scottish, Rodney Canadian and so on... their probably twenty to twenty-three or something... oh my... this challenge fried my last brain cells. Everything I know about College is from Sims 2... don't beat me!
“See the guys over there?” asked Bates.
Ronan nodded.
“Those are the geeks. You know… McKay and Kavanaugh are quite okay. They can blow things up and so on. But Zelenka’s just weird!”
“Leave them alone, Bates!” said Sheppard.
“Yeah, because you say so! You just have a thing for Beckett!”
“Define thing…”
“You were going out with him!”
“I explained him the maths he needed for his exams!”
Bates snorted. “I forgot you’re almost a geek yourself!”
“Only because I know what I want to do and don’t do the general lectures?”
Bates snorted again.
“Anyway, Ronan. Wanna have some fun? Bet you can throw him off-course by trying to flirt with him! He’ll blush and so on. It’s always really funny.”
Sheppard shook his head. “Just leave them alone, Bates!”
“Sounds like fun…” shrugged Ronan.
---
Ronan took Sheppard’s advice and Bates’.
McKay and Kavanaugh really were fun to be around, sometimes. Mostly when they weren’t arguing over something.
Zelenka hang out with them but kept quiet.
From time to time, Ronan teased the young Czech with hints. Sometimes he was almost flirting. Zelenka was weird, but also somehow cute. Weird…
---
“I bet you can’t get him in your bed!” grinned Bates after three beers at the weekly Saturday Night party.
Ronan only sipped at his beer. “I could, you know?”
“Do it!” said Bates. “And I think we want to have proof you made it!”
John sighed. “Look, just leave it!” he said.
“Just stuff it!” called Bates. “Go and screw your medicine-geek!”
John grinded his teeth. “But I’m not going to pick up the pieces!”
He really went over to Carson and took him in his arms. They went over to the dance floor and danced closely.
“I want to see his underpants as proof you got in them. 50 Dollars.”
Ronan bend his head to one side and then nodded. “You’ll get your proof.”
---
Radek groaned in Ronan’s mouth and grasped the man’s shirt.
Ronan thrust against Radek, shoving him against the wall, opened his trousers and grasped Radek’s straining cock.
“Chraň Bůh!” groaned Radek. “Oh GOD!”
Ronan jerked him off, nibbling at the Czech’s neck.
Radek gasped, let himself be undressed completely and led over to the bed. Ronan lay down with him, thrusting against Radek’s hip, kissing his neck and chest, jerking himself off. Radek’s slim fingers combed through Ronan’s dreadlocks, whispering gentle words and Ronan leant in to kiss him.
“You know, you could have…” whispered Radek when Ronan lay next to him, spent.
Ronan kissed him to shut him up. He didn’t want to think about it. He guessed Bates might have implied something more than just jerking Radek off and coming all over him, but as he hadn’t specified his conditions… he just wanted Radek’s underpants, when it came down to it. He looked into Zelenka’s eyes, this time not guarded by his glasses.
“No… it’s alright!” whispered Ronan, his throat tight.
Radek’s eyes told him there was… more to this.
Zelenka’s eyes fell shut, a small smile gracing his lips.
Ronan waited another twenty minutes before stroking Radek’s hair out of his face.
“I gotta be back in my room before the others miss me!” he whispered, knowing that Radek was asleep by now. Ronan stood up, pulled the blankets around Radek and adjusted his own clothes.
He looked down at the heap of Radek’s clothes, white underpants shining temptingly in the pale moonlight.
Ronan just walked out of the room.
---
Radek hadn’t talked to Ronan the next two days. He knew of the rumours what had happened between him and Ronan.
It didn’t help that John had told him of a certain bet…
“HEY! Radek!” called Ronan and grabbed the other student’s arm. “Can we talk?”
Radek glared at him. “Why are you asking?”
“Because I want to talk to you!”
Ronan pulled him into a broom closet. “Leave me, Ronan!”
“What happened?”
“God, I let you lie to me and it felt so incredibly good. That was the problem!”
Ronan sighed. “Look…”
“I hate you!” screamed Radek. “All this time… you made a fool out of me! I made a fool out of me! How could you?”
Ronan grabbed Radek’s arms and held him still. “Radek! Radek, listen to me!”
“No! No! Listen to me! I’m not going to let this…”
Ronan pressed his lips on Radek’s lips and closed his eyes.
Radek stepped back and wiped his lips.
“You only wanted in my pants because you’re friends betted, right? And you needed my pants as proof, didn’t you? Why didn’t you take them the first time?”
Radek looked disgusted. Then he took his trousers off, threw his underpants at Ronan and pulled his trousers back on. Then he walked out on the man.
Ronan caught the plain white boxer shorts and looked at them. Then he stuffed them in his back pocket and left the broom closet.
Radek didn’t come out of his bed for the next four days. Rodney had to drag him to the lectures. Finally Kavanaugh had enough and spilled a bucket of cold water over Radek and his bed.
The Czech jumped up and cursed.
“That’s what you get for trusting one of them!” said Kavanaugh.
“Jsem… I didn’t… I… I understand.”
Radek sighed.
Carson choose this moment to enter the room with John. John had one arm around Carson’s waist and laughed at something the other student had said.
“Radek? Did you just shower? With your clothes on?”
Radek turned around, muttering, and stared out of the window.
“He’s still down because of Ronan!” said Kavanaugh and glared at John.
The maths-student glared at the wall. “I said him he shouldn’t do it!”
“I bet, you betted he could do it, too!” hissed Radek.
John shook his head. “No! Of course not! I mean, I know how hard it can be to… win someone’s affection! I’d never take advantage of someone’s feelings…”
Radek shook his head. “He can… stuff his… I hate him. He can go to hell!”
“Damn… I’m gonna talk to him! I promised not to pick up the pieces but… hell, he’ll go and apologise in front of the entire university!”
Carson sighed. “John…”
“He WILL! Or my name won’t be John Sheppard anymore!”
John kissed Carson on the cheek and left.
“The bloody idiot!” cursed Carson silently and went over to Radek. “You know, he only does this because he thinks revenge will make you feel better. I’m sorry!”
Radek lowered his head. “Perhaps it is not a bad idea!”
Carson took Radek in his arms and held him close. “Hey! That’s not you! What’s wrong?”
Radek stiffened. “He humiliated me!”
Carson shook his head. “I will talk to John, okay? So far only Bates and his pals know what’s behind that rumour of you and Ronan! No one will ever find out…”
Radek broke free. “No! That will never work!” called Radek.
Rodney shook his head. “As far as I know John, he’ll think of something, okay?”
---
“Hey, babe?” asked John and looked at the sulking Carson sitting next to him on the sofa. He laid one arm around Carson’s shoulder. “Everything alright?”
Carson glared at the dancing students and tucked in on the crisps.
“Aw… I’m just thinking about Radek. He’s working.”
“Still all about Ronan?”
“Aye… I’ll bring him some crisps over!” said Carson and put his Vodka on the table. “Be right back…”
John looked after his lover and then stared at Ronan.
“Ronan, can I have a word with you?”
Radek sighed. “No, thanks, I’m fine.”
“Radek… you haven’t had food in days…”
“I’m fine, Carson. Just let me work, okay?” asked Radek.
Carson sat down on the bed, next to Radek. “Look at me, okay?”
Radek looked up from the laptop. It was older than the man himself, Carson supposed, and as large as a toaster. Which meant it was about twice the size of (and two hundred times slower than) the miniMac John had given Carson for his birthday and their anniversary. Carson at first had protested but John had said that his dad made enough money to not even realize how much money his son spent on his boyfriend.
Radek saved his work and put the computer on his nightstand.
“Okay… fine… what do you want?”
“You know, there’s enough space on my hard drive for your work too!”
Radek shook his head. Although Rodney had practically jumped at the opportunity to use Carson’s computer - and Radek had asked himself if it only looked like it or if Rodney really had become incredibly horny over a *computer* - Radek somehow liked the old, slow thingy he was working on.
“You look like bloody hell!” said Carson and smiled affectionately at his friend.
“I know…” said Radek tiredly.
“Come on! Let’s get you a bit cleaned up and over to the party!”
Radek sighed. “You think so?”
“Of course! Come on! New shirt, new trousers, brush your hair and wash your face!”
“I’ll be right back…” said Radek and went over to the shower.
Only ten minutes later Radek came out, put on the shirt and trousers Carson had laid out for him and combed his hair with his hands.
“Okay… I’m ready… wait! Uhm… Ronan is there, right?”
Carson nodded reluctantly. “Fear so…”
Radek shook his head. “Okay… I can’t avoid him forever, right?”
Carson smiled at Radek and patted his shoulder. “Okay! Let’s go on!”
Radek and Carson sat down on the sofa, Carson next to John and sipped from his Vodka.
“Nice to see you again, Radek!” said the maths-student.
Radek nodded. “Thanks…”
Rodney came over with a vodka, beer and vodka with orange juice.
“Here, Radek!” he said and handed the Czech the vodka with the juice and John the beer. “John, have you… by any chance… spoken with…”
John glared at Rodney.
“Oh, you have… fine… because… he’s sulking at the bar…”
John ignored the comment and laid his arm around Carson.
An hour (and many drinks) later they all were pretty much relaxed. Radek had almost forgotten about his little problem, Rodney was babbling, Kavanaugh lounged on the back of the couch and John and Carson were almost doing it on the couch.
Although a more proper term would have been that Carson was checking John’s tonsils and other parts of his anatomy thoroughly, Radek supposed.
Radek leaned back, careful not to throw Kavanaugh off the couch.
He was really relaxed.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” asked Ronan and Radek looked up. He stiffened and hit Kavanaugh’s leg so the man lost his balance and fell to the floor.
“Sorry, Kav!” said Radek, leaning over the back of the sofa.
“I’m not dead…” growled the man and climbed back on the back of the sofa.
Radek sighed and stood up.
“Well… okay… I’m… fine…” said Radek, avoiding looking at Ronan.
“Okay, come out with me?”
Radek almost giggled at the pun. “Sure…”
Ronan led the way out of the building into the cool night.
“Look… I’m sorry for what happened, okay?”
“Well… how much money did you get?”
Ronan shook his head. “It cost me 250 Dollars.”
Radek frowned. “But… the rumours?”
“I had no proof. So what?” shrugged Ronan. Then he handed Radek his boxer shorts. “I never saw them and I never had them.”
Radek blinked behind his glasses. Ronan laid one big hand on Radek’s shoulder. His thumb ran over Radek’s shoulder.
“Ronan? What…? You could have made 250 Dollars with just one…”
“I couldn’t let the whole fucking campus know I… I couldn’t humiliate you like that!”
Radek snorted and looked away. The warm hand on his shoulder was nice. “No one ever cared if I was humiliated by their actions.”
Ronan grinned. “Hey, your friends care!”
“Yeah…” sighed Radek. “But apart from John, none of the cool people did. And he’s more like us, most of the time…”
“Means I can’t care for you? Just because I’m going to the general lectures?”
“Ah, you just… shouldn’t. I guess I owe you…”
Ronan shook his head. “No. Friends don’t humiliate each other, okay? I CARE about you, no matter what Bates and his friends say!”
“It cost you a lot of money. Look, I think I can help you out if you need…”
Ronan’s hand wandered from Radek’s shoulder to his cheek. “Hey… I just had to sell my X-Files Season Boxes via eBay. I’ll survive… especially because John promised to download them and burn me on DVD…”
Radek laughed softly.
“Hey… John spent a hell lota more money on Carson. Situation’s a bit different, coz my parent’s don’t own a large company for constructing airplanes, but so what?”
Radek looked up and tried to comprehend what Ronan just had told him.
“Do you mean… you like me… like John likes Carson?” asked Radek tentatively. Then he cursed himself for being daft. Ronan was probably picking on him. “No… just forget it… I… that was a stupid question…”
Ronan shook his head and rested his other hand on Radek’s free cheek.
“No. It wasn’t! Because I do! I like you. A lot! Your… unruly hair, your blue eyes… this might sound a bit stupid, but remind me of a gerbil and I think that’s cute…”
Radek laughed a bit and blushed what Ronan thankfully couldn’t see.
“Hope you don’t mind if I think you’re cute?”
“If you don’t mind I think you’re… well, I don’t know what to think about you!”
“I’d prefer you not to think too much in bed, anyway!” grinned Ronan.
“Did you think? In bed. With me?”
He nodded. “I did. I thought that I couldn’t do it. I mean… I thought that I couldn’t just go and… tell everyone what I’d done. That look in your eyes gave everything away!”
Ronan pinned him against a tree and kissed him gently.
Cheers erupted from the balcony.
“Hey! Bates! We owe Dex a lota money! 500 bucks!” called Cadman and grinned.
“Yeah!” replied Sheppard. “You better pay him his winnings! Or I’ll have another reason to beat you all up!”
“Hey! I don’t wanna interrupt your lovely discussion! But perhaps it’s a bit tactless to scream this all over the Campus!” interrupted McKay.
“They should have some privacy, shouldn’t they?” asked Kavanaugh.
Ronan turned his head around to see all the students at the party were crouched on the three balconies. John had his arm around Carson’s shoulder and waved at Ronan.
Ronan turned around and saw Radek laugh. “Let’s just ignore them!” he grinned.
New cheers arose when his fingers curled in Ronan’s neck and he pulled him in for a kiss.
~konec~
Warning: Crack-fic, Slash, AU, unlikely pairings, OOC-ness...
Rating: NC or whatever it's these days...
Pairings: Established BeckShep and Ronan/gerbilRadek
A/N: Well... Radek's still Czech, Carson Scottish, Rodney Canadian and so on... their probably twenty to twenty-three or something... oh my... this challenge fried my last brain cells. Everything I know about College is from Sims 2... don't beat me!
“See the guys over there?” asked Bates.
Ronan nodded.
“Those are the geeks. You know… McKay and Kavanaugh are quite okay. They can blow things up and so on. But Zelenka’s just weird!”
“Leave them alone, Bates!” said Sheppard.
“Yeah, because you say so! You just have a thing for Beckett!”
“Define thing…”
“You were going out with him!”
“I explained him the maths he needed for his exams!”
Bates snorted. “I forgot you’re almost a geek yourself!”
“Only because I know what I want to do and don’t do the general lectures?”
Bates snorted again.
“Anyway, Ronan. Wanna have some fun? Bet you can throw him off-course by trying to flirt with him! He’ll blush and so on. It’s always really funny.”
Sheppard shook his head. “Just leave them alone, Bates!”
“Sounds like fun…” shrugged Ronan.
---
Ronan took Sheppard’s advice and Bates’.
McKay and Kavanaugh really were fun to be around, sometimes. Mostly when they weren’t arguing over something.
Zelenka hang out with them but kept quiet.
From time to time, Ronan teased the young Czech with hints. Sometimes he was almost flirting. Zelenka was weird, but also somehow cute. Weird…
---
“I bet you can’t get him in your bed!” grinned Bates after three beers at the weekly Saturday Night party.
Ronan only sipped at his beer. “I could, you know?”
“Do it!” said Bates. “And I think we want to have proof you made it!”
John sighed. “Look, just leave it!” he said.
“Just stuff it!” called Bates. “Go and screw your medicine-geek!”
John grinded his teeth. “But I’m not going to pick up the pieces!”
He really went over to Carson and took him in his arms. They went over to the dance floor and danced closely.
“I want to see his underpants as proof you got in them. 50 Dollars.”
Ronan bend his head to one side and then nodded. “You’ll get your proof.”
---
Radek groaned in Ronan’s mouth and grasped the man’s shirt.
Ronan thrust against Radek, shoving him against the wall, opened his trousers and grasped Radek’s straining cock.
“Chraň Bůh!” groaned Radek. “Oh GOD!”
Ronan jerked him off, nibbling at the Czech’s neck.
Radek gasped, let himself be undressed completely and led over to the bed. Ronan lay down with him, thrusting against Radek’s hip, kissing his neck and chest, jerking himself off. Radek’s slim fingers combed through Ronan’s dreadlocks, whispering gentle words and Ronan leant in to kiss him.
“You know, you could have…” whispered Radek when Ronan lay next to him, spent.
Ronan kissed him to shut him up. He didn’t want to think about it. He guessed Bates might have implied something more than just jerking Radek off and coming all over him, but as he hadn’t specified his conditions… he just wanted Radek’s underpants, when it came down to it. He looked into Zelenka’s eyes, this time not guarded by his glasses.
“No… it’s alright!” whispered Ronan, his throat tight.
Radek’s eyes told him there was… more to this.
Zelenka’s eyes fell shut, a small smile gracing his lips.
Ronan waited another twenty minutes before stroking Radek’s hair out of his face.
“I gotta be back in my room before the others miss me!” he whispered, knowing that Radek was asleep by now. Ronan stood up, pulled the blankets around Radek and adjusted his own clothes.
He looked down at the heap of Radek’s clothes, white underpants shining temptingly in the pale moonlight.
Ronan just walked out of the room.
---
Radek hadn’t talked to Ronan the next two days. He knew of the rumours what had happened between him and Ronan.
It didn’t help that John had told him of a certain bet…
“HEY! Radek!” called Ronan and grabbed the other student’s arm. “Can we talk?”
Radek glared at him. “Why are you asking?”
“Because I want to talk to you!”
Ronan pulled him into a broom closet. “Leave me, Ronan!”
“What happened?”
“God, I let you lie to me and it felt so incredibly good. That was the problem!”
Ronan sighed. “Look…”
“I hate you!” screamed Radek. “All this time… you made a fool out of me! I made a fool out of me! How could you?”
Ronan grabbed Radek’s arms and held him still. “Radek! Radek, listen to me!”
“No! No! Listen to me! I’m not going to let this…”
Ronan pressed his lips on Radek’s lips and closed his eyes.
Radek stepped back and wiped his lips.
“You only wanted in my pants because you’re friends betted, right? And you needed my pants as proof, didn’t you? Why didn’t you take them the first time?”
Radek looked disgusted. Then he took his trousers off, threw his underpants at Ronan and pulled his trousers back on. Then he walked out on the man.
Ronan caught the plain white boxer shorts and looked at them. Then he stuffed them in his back pocket and left the broom closet.
Radek didn’t come out of his bed for the next four days. Rodney had to drag him to the lectures. Finally Kavanaugh had enough and spilled a bucket of cold water over Radek and his bed.
The Czech jumped up and cursed.
“That’s what you get for trusting one of them!” said Kavanaugh.
“Jsem… I didn’t… I… I understand.”
Radek sighed.
Carson choose this moment to enter the room with John. John had one arm around Carson’s waist and laughed at something the other student had said.
“Radek? Did you just shower? With your clothes on?”
Radek turned around, muttering, and stared out of the window.
“He’s still down because of Ronan!” said Kavanaugh and glared at John.
The maths-student glared at the wall. “I said him he shouldn’t do it!”
“I bet, you betted he could do it, too!” hissed Radek.
John shook his head. “No! Of course not! I mean, I know how hard it can be to… win someone’s affection! I’d never take advantage of someone’s feelings…”
Radek shook his head. “He can… stuff his… I hate him. He can go to hell!”
“Damn… I’m gonna talk to him! I promised not to pick up the pieces but… hell, he’ll go and apologise in front of the entire university!”
Carson sighed. “John…”
“He WILL! Or my name won’t be John Sheppard anymore!”
John kissed Carson on the cheek and left.
“The bloody idiot!” cursed Carson silently and went over to Radek. “You know, he only does this because he thinks revenge will make you feel better. I’m sorry!”
Radek lowered his head. “Perhaps it is not a bad idea!”
Carson took Radek in his arms and held him close. “Hey! That’s not you! What’s wrong?”
Radek stiffened. “He humiliated me!”
Carson shook his head. “I will talk to John, okay? So far only Bates and his pals know what’s behind that rumour of you and Ronan! No one will ever find out…”
Radek broke free. “No! That will never work!” called Radek.
Rodney shook his head. “As far as I know John, he’ll think of something, okay?”
---
“Hey, babe?” asked John and looked at the sulking Carson sitting next to him on the sofa. He laid one arm around Carson’s shoulder. “Everything alright?”
Carson glared at the dancing students and tucked in on the crisps.
“Aw… I’m just thinking about Radek. He’s working.”
“Still all about Ronan?”
“Aye… I’ll bring him some crisps over!” said Carson and put his Vodka on the table. “Be right back…”
John looked after his lover and then stared at Ronan.
“Ronan, can I have a word with you?”
Radek sighed. “No, thanks, I’m fine.”
“Radek… you haven’t had food in days…”
“I’m fine, Carson. Just let me work, okay?” asked Radek.
Carson sat down on the bed, next to Radek. “Look at me, okay?”
Radek looked up from the laptop. It was older than the man himself, Carson supposed, and as large as a toaster. Which meant it was about twice the size of (and two hundred times slower than) the miniMac John had given Carson for his birthday and their anniversary. Carson at first had protested but John had said that his dad made enough money to not even realize how much money his son spent on his boyfriend.
Radek saved his work and put the computer on his nightstand.
“Okay… fine… what do you want?”
“You know, there’s enough space on my hard drive for your work too!”
Radek shook his head. Although Rodney had practically jumped at the opportunity to use Carson’s computer - and Radek had asked himself if it only looked like it or if Rodney really had become incredibly horny over a *computer* - Radek somehow liked the old, slow thingy he was working on.
“You look like bloody hell!” said Carson and smiled affectionately at his friend.
“I know…” said Radek tiredly.
“Come on! Let’s get you a bit cleaned up and over to the party!”
Radek sighed. “You think so?”
“Of course! Come on! New shirt, new trousers, brush your hair and wash your face!”
“I’ll be right back…” said Radek and went over to the shower.
Only ten minutes later Radek came out, put on the shirt and trousers Carson had laid out for him and combed his hair with his hands.
“Okay… I’m ready… wait! Uhm… Ronan is there, right?”
Carson nodded reluctantly. “Fear so…”
Radek shook his head. “Okay… I can’t avoid him forever, right?”
Carson smiled at Radek and patted his shoulder. “Okay! Let’s go on!”
Radek and Carson sat down on the sofa, Carson next to John and sipped from his Vodka.
“Nice to see you again, Radek!” said the maths-student.
Radek nodded. “Thanks…”
Rodney came over with a vodka, beer and vodka with orange juice.
“Here, Radek!” he said and handed the Czech the vodka with the juice and John the beer. “John, have you… by any chance… spoken with…”
John glared at Rodney.
“Oh, you have… fine… because… he’s sulking at the bar…”
John ignored the comment and laid his arm around Carson.
An hour (and many drinks) later they all were pretty much relaxed. Radek had almost forgotten about his little problem, Rodney was babbling, Kavanaugh lounged on the back of the couch and John and Carson were almost doing it on the couch.
Although a more proper term would have been that Carson was checking John’s tonsils and other parts of his anatomy thoroughly, Radek supposed.
Radek leaned back, careful not to throw Kavanaugh off the couch.
He was really relaxed.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” asked Ronan and Radek looked up. He stiffened and hit Kavanaugh’s leg so the man lost his balance and fell to the floor.
“Sorry, Kav!” said Radek, leaning over the back of the sofa.
“I’m not dead…” growled the man and climbed back on the back of the sofa.
Radek sighed and stood up.
“Well… okay… I’m… fine…” said Radek, avoiding looking at Ronan.
“Okay, come out with me?”
Radek almost giggled at the pun. “Sure…”
Ronan led the way out of the building into the cool night.
“Look… I’m sorry for what happened, okay?”
“Well… how much money did you get?”
Ronan shook his head. “It cost me 250 Dollars.”
Radek frowned. “But… the rumours?”
“I had no proof. So what?” shrugged Ronan. Then he handed Radek his boxer shorts. “I never saw them and I never had them.”
Radek blinked behind his glasses. Ronan laid one big hand on Radek’s shoulder. His thumb ran over Radek’s shoulder.
“Ronan? What…? You could have made 250 Dollars with just one…”
“I couldn’t let the whole fucking campus know I… I couldn’t humiliate you like that!”
Radek snorted and looked away. The warm hand on his shoulder was nice. “No one ever cared if I was humiliated by their actions.”
Ronan grinned. “Hey, your friends care!”
“Yeah…” sighed Radek. “But apart from John, none of the cool people did. And he’s more like us, most of the time…”
“Means I can’t care for you? Just because I’m going to the general lectures?”
“Ah, you just… shouldn’t. I guess I owe you…”
Ronan shook his head. “No. Friends don’t humiliate each other, okay? I CARE about you, no matter what Bates and his friends say!”
“It cost you a lot of money. Look, I think I can help you out if you need…”
Ronan’s hand wandered from Radek’s shoulder to his cheek. “Hey… I just had to sell my X-Files Season Boxes via eBay. I’ll survive… especially because John promised to download them and burn me on DVD…”
Radek laughed softly.
“Hey… John spent a hell lota more money on Carson. Situation’s a bit different, coz my parent’s don’t own a large company for constructing airplanes, but so what?”
Radek looked up and tried to comprehend what Ronan just had told him.
“Do you mean… you like me… like John likes Carson?” asked Radek tentatively. Then he cursed himself for being daft. Ronan was probably picking on him. “No… just forget it… I… that was a stupid question…”
Ronan shook his head and rested his other hand on Radek’s free cheek.
“No. It wasn’t! Because I do! I like you. A lot! Your… unruly hair, your blue eyes… this might sound a bit stupid, but remind me of a gerbil and I think that’s cute…”
Radek laughed a bit and blushed what Ronan thankfully couldn’t see.
“Hope you don’t mind if I think you’re cute?”
“If you don’t mind I think you’re… well, I don’t know what to think about you!”
“I’d prefer you not to think too much in bed, anyway!” grinned Ronan.
“Did you think? In bed. With me?”
He nodded. “I did. I thought that I couldn’t do it. I mean… I thought that I couldn’t just go and… tell everyone what I’d done. That look in your eyes gave everything away!”
Ronan pinned him against a tree and kissed him gently.
Cheers erupted from the balcony.
“Hey! Bates! We owe Dex a lota money! 500 bucks!” called Cadman and grinned.
“Yeah!” replied Sheppard. “You better pay him his winnings! Or I’ll have another reason to beat you all up!”
“Hey! I don’t wanna interrupt your lovely discussion! But perhaps it’s a bit tactless to scream this all over the Campus!” interrupted McKay.
“They should have some privacy, shouldn’t they?” asked Kavanaugh.
Ronan turned his head around to see all the students at the party were crouched on the three balconies. John had his arm around Carson’s shoulder and waved at Ronan.
Ronan turned around and saw Radek laugh. “Let’s just ignore them!” he grinned.
New cheers arose when his fingers curled in Ronan’s neck and he pulled him in for a kiss.
~konec~