Title: Oh God! or Oh Shit!

Author/pseudonym: Jennie

Fandom: Houston Knights

Pairing: Levon/Joe

Rating: R for some, rather mild for me, m/m sex

Status: complete

Archive: Sure - just let me know where so I can visit

E-mail address for feedback: jennieemcg@aol.com

Series/Sequel: *sigh* Yes Series: "Oh"... Sequel to "Oh No" and "Uh Oh"

Disclaimers: These boys are not mine - no money made here - no copyright infringement intended.

Notes: Here we have SEX. Thanks to Teri for the quick and dirty beta job.

Summary: Things happen when Joe wakes up and finds Levon in bed with him - again.

Warnings: none

Oh God! Or... Oh Shit!
by Jennie

Joe wondered if it were possible to die of embarrassment. He pondered the question soberly, then decided that, hell yes, indeed it was possible. More than likely, in his case probable, not to mention desirable. Imminent, in actual fact. Therefore, he sipped his coffee and waited patiently for the Angel of Death to come on down and collect him.

Finished the last sip of his now-cold coffee. And waited.

And waited.

Finally, since there were no signs of his being immediately delivered from this humiliating situation, Joe decided that he needed a shower. And more sleep. Might as well be clean and well-rested when he met his maker.

Mercifully, Lundy appeared to be soundly asleep on the couch when Joe moved very quietly through the living room.

Once showered and dried off, Joe looked askance at the clothes he'd been wearing since yesterday. After a brief internal debate, he wrapped a towel securely around his waist and went back into the bedroom. Of course, the odds against his scrawny partner actually owning anything that might fit Joe's broader frame were astronomical (the little bastard *always* wore indecently tight clothing), Joe shrugged and climbed naked into the bed, snuggled up under the blankets, pulled the pillow Lundy'd used last night over his aching head, and quickly fell asleep.

***

When he woke, some hours later, Joe was more that a little befuddled. Where the hell was he? Blearily, he stared at the wallpaper before him. It looked familiar. Very familiar. His eyes widened as recognition set in.

Levon's house. Levon's bedroom... Levon's *bed*.

And, just like that, memories of his earlier awakening slammed into him, running through his brain with frightening clarity. Levon had said... hinted... No, not hinted, Joe admitted to himself reluctantly. Levon had straight out said it - the cowboy was gay. Was interested in him. Even worse, Levon knew.

Knew that Joe returned that interest. That Joe had entertained thoughts of his partner in *that* way.

Oh shit.

Dear *GOD*. What *had* he done last night?

A heavy weight shifted behind him and quiet rumblings reached his ears. Somehow, Joe managed to restrain the nearly overwhelming instinct to leap from the bed and run as far and as fast as possible. He lay perfectly still. holding his breath and praying to every saint he'd ever heard of that Levon would continue to sleep.

It worked. *Someone* up there was listening. Levon's breathing resumed its slow, steady cadence. Deep inhalations were followed by heavy exhalations, accompanied by a little 'pffft' sound as each breath made its way past Levon's lips..

Ever so carefully, Joe turned to his other side, rolling and shifting as quietly as possible so as not to waken his sleeping partner. Silently, he lay there and studied Levon.

Asleep, the cares and strains of day to day life faded from the Texan's face. He looked younger, almost innocent with his rumpled hair and sleep-swollen lips, the tight lines of stress of stress around eyes and mouth erased in repose.

"Mmmm," Levon hummed in apparent approval. "Yeah, Joey, 's good." The words were slurred, mumbled, the product of what must be a very enjoyable dream.

In fact, Levon appeared to be enjoying his dream one whole hell of a *lot* judging by the erection so lovingly outlined by the sheet that lay loosely across Levon's lower body.

Joe swallowed dryly.

Oh, God.

Accompanied by a husky moan, one of Levon's hands migrated up from the mattress to cup his erection. Narrow hips languidly thrust up into that hold, a soft whimper sounding at each upward movement.

Mesmerized by the sight, Joe could no more turn away from the vision before him than he could fly to the moon. His breath labored heavy in his chest and his color heightened as Levon's movements became more and more urgent.

Seemingly of its own volition, Joe's hand moved until somehow it found its way to his groin and he gripped his straining cock. He was hard, harder than he'd ever been in his life. It was so good it hurt. In the best possible way, of course. He was leaking precome and his balls had tightened, risen, were taut against the base of his erection.

With a harsh groan, Levon's hips moved erratically. His head tossed restlessly against the pillow and his lips parted as he gulped audibly for air. Then, suddenly, Lundy arched up, every muscle straining, a soft sheen of sweat making his skin glow, and came with a long, low growl.

Eyes closed, Joe's teeth clamped painfully on his lower lip. His breathing stuttered, light sparkled at the edge of his mind, and his orgasm rolled through him with all the finesse of a freight train. He emptied himself with a series of pulses, so strong that they threatened to send him spiraling into unconsciousness.

Once his lungs stopped heaving for air and his heartbeat stabilized. Oh God! OhGodOhGodOhGod. That was... that had been...

Damn.

Joe's eyelids slowly rose. He blinked heavily. Looked at Levon. Couldn't even pretend to himself that he was surprised to find soft brown eyes staring at his face.

"Wuz it good fer you, Pardner?"

Oh *shit*!

Busted.

Joe groaned and pulled the sheet over his head.

***