Fic: Betting with Czech Scientists(1/1) Pg-13
Title: Betting with Czech Scientists
Author: Weasleysangel
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: John/Radek
Summary: John should have known better than to make a bet with a scientist.
Notes: This ficlet was writtin in respone the World Cup Final challenge Persented by dark_cygnet. This was also betated by: purest_evil you rock hun.
"Shit, shit, stupid idiot," John said to himself as he peeked around the corner. He didn't know how he could have been stupid enough to have placed a bet against a man who was almost if not as smart as Rodney McKay. Here he was, a Lieutenant Colonel of the United States Air Force hiding from a short, fluffy haired, glasses wearing Czech.
But then how was he supposed to know that the US would get swamped by the Czech soccer players in the World Cup final - he wasn't psychic and he had thought the US team had some really strong players this year.
John was so distracted by his own thoughts that he did not hear someone come up behind him until he felt a hand on his ass which made him jump and turn around to face the butt-toucher in question, he paused when he saw who it was.
"Well good afternoon Radek," John said trying to sound nonchalant.
"Good afternoon, Colonel, I have been looking for you," Radek said as he closed the distance between himself and the taller man. "You have been a naughty boy and have been hiding from me."
"I don't know what you’re talking about," John said tipping his head to the side plastering an innocent and suitably charming smile on his face.
"Bad John, you know that that look does not work on me," Radek said as he placed his hands under John’s tight black tee shirt and played with he soft, curly hair underneath. "I win your bet John; you know this that is why you are hiding from me."
John’s eyes widened, he had no idea how to get out of this, but he had to think of something because he did not, under any circumstances, want this bet to be played out. Even if he would have been able to think of something eventually, Radek did not give him the chance as Radek grabbed his arm and started to pull him back down the hallway towards what he privately thought of as their room.
"But, but, Raaadeeek! You know I hate those fishnets, they chafe so bad!" John whined as he followed Radek into their room the door closing tightly behind him.
Author: Weasleysangel
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: John/Radek
Summary: John should have known better than to make a bet with a scientist.
Notes: This ficlet was writtin in respone the World Cup Final challenge Persented by dark_cygnet. This was also betated by: purest_evil you rock hun.
"Shit, shit, stupid idiot," John said to himself as he peeked around the corner. He didn't know how he could have been stupid enough to have placed a bet against a man who was almost if not as smart as Rodney McKay. Here he was, a Lieutenant Colonel of the United States Air Force hiding from a short, fluffy haired, glasses wearing Czech.
But then how was he supposed to know that the US would get swamped by the Czech soccer players in the World Cup final - he wasn't psychic and he had thought the US team had some really strong players this year.
John was so distracted by his own thoughts that he did not hear someone come up behind him until he felt a hand on his ass which made him jump and turn around to face the butt-toucher in question, he paused when he saw who it was.
"Well good afternoon Radek," John said trying to sound nonchalant.
"Good afternoon, Colonel, I have been looking for you," Radek said as he closed the distance between himself and the taller man. "You have been a naughty boy and have been hiding from me."
"I don't know what you’re talking about," John said tipping his head to the side plastering an innocent and suitably charming smile on his face.
"Bad John, you know that that look does not work on me," Radek said as he placed his hands under John’s tight black tee shirt and played with he soft, curly hair underneath. "I win your bet John; you know this that is why you are hiding from me."
John’s eyes widened, he had no idea how to get out of this, but he had to think of something because he did not, under any circumstances, want this bet to be played out. Even if he would have been able to think of something eventually, Radek did not give him the chance as Radek grabbed his arm and started to pull him back down the hallway towards what he privately thought of as their room.
"But, but, Raaadeeek! You know I hate those fishnets, they chafe so bad!" John whined as he followed Radek into their room the door closing tightly behind him.