Title: Uh Oh!

Author/pseudonym: Jennie

Fandom: Houston Knights

Pairing: Levon/Joe

Rating: PG for definite slashy relationship in the near future - and, oh yeah, (mildly) bad language

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"

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

Notes: As promised. I *did* try to clean up the language in this one. I know, I know, they don't curse according to ... well, the goddesses of HK fic. So, I tried. Just as I did my best to write Levon's - yes, this one's from his POV - TexAS accent.

Summary: Levon has a party teasing Joe. Joe gets the shock of his life...

Oh No 2: Uh Oh!
by Jennie

Levon smirked. Evilly. The satisfaction of having the upper hand was so... so golderned satisfying! It almost - *ALMOST* - made up for the hangover from which he now suffered.

Joe shifted, then groaned.

//Y'all done and done it to you'rnself this time, ain'cha?//

*Chuckle*

With a mighty effort, Levon tried to find a little guilt within hisself. Gave it one hell of an effort. T'weren't there. No matter how hard he searched, there was *NO* pity in him for Joe's obvious distress.

Nary a speck.

All he could do was smirk.

Taking a deep, fortifying, breath, Lundy cautiously, laboriously, and *VERY* slowly, moved to the edge of his bed. He gingerly gained his feet, then tippy-toed into the bathroom. A shower - a nice, long, warm shower - followed by asp'rin (Lots and lots of all) - jest might make survival a possibility.

***

Self preservation bein' the better part of valor, Lundy kept hiz bleary gaze firmly fixed on the (silent) television when hiz pardner stumbled outa the bedroom and paused at the doorway to the living room. Hiz peripheral vision, however, noted Joe's attire - such as it was. Boxers - *black, silky boxers*. Levon's ratty old robe - hanging loosely from broad shoulders. The SOB hadn't even bothered to cinch the dern thing closed!

Gawd a'mighty! How wuz a man supposed to resist such a sight?

Very carefully, and with great deliberation, Levon lifted hiz (3rd, and counting) cup of caffeine, taking a deep swallow. "Coffee-n-asp'rin are on the kitchen counter," he offered, waving vaguely in that direction.

Joe grunted an answer, then - delicately - walked to the kitchen. The sounds of several pain killers bein' shaken outa the bottle, a glass //A *glass* // of tapwater bein' filled ///*TAPWATER?// reached Levon's ears, each causing hiz aching head to protest.

He chose to not picture hiz pardner - hiz half-naked pardner - moving around in *hiz* kitchen.

A chair screeched across the linoleum floor, followed by the rustle of Joe sittin' down. Another, even louder screech, sounded as the chair wuz pulled closer to the table.

Gritting hiz teeth and wincing, Levon somehow managed to swallow hiz pained groan.

Blessed silence reigned for several minutes as Joe drank hiz coffee. Then: "Levon?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened last night?"

A smile of unholy glee crossed the Texas's face. "Ya made a fool of y'self, LaFiamma," he took great pleasure in saying.

"And...?"

"And *WHAT?*"

"Leeevonnn..."

"Whatcha wantin' ta know, boy?"

*Pause*

"How did I ... ummmm ... We ... You ... I ... Levon, *PLEASE* tell me that we didn't-"

Levon snickered. "Do the deed?" he finished helpfully.

"We *COULDN'T* have! I'm not ... I mean, I don't ... I've never-"

Deciding to have mercy on hiz pardner, Levon answered, "Nope. Nothin' happened. I wuz a gentleman. No matter," he teased, "how purty you begged, I controlled m'self."

"Begged?" Joe croaked in disbelief.

"Mmmmhmmm. *BEGGED*."

*Longer pause *

"Wait a minute! Hold on just a minute!"

Levon could practically hear the wheels grindin' away as Joe thought.

"Are you ... are you telling me that you're-"

"I'm gay, pardner."

*Heavy swallow*

"And you ... you want ... *ME*?"

"Sure do," Levon confirmed cheerily.

"Oh. Ummm ... I ..."

*Thunk* went the sound of Joe's head as it hit the table.

"Uh oh," he muttered.

Levon just smiled. The boy was SO hiz now.

***

Heheheh
Part 3 is 'coming' soon