PART: 1 of 1

RATING: PG (M/M kissing)

PAIRING(s): Lenny/Carmine.  Mentions S/C

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CATEGORY: Romance

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SETTING IN TIMELINE: Fic deviates from canon just after "Separate Tables," set in an alternate version of "Road to Burbank". 

SPOILLER/SUMMARY: He Never Could Say No To a Pretty Pair of Eyes (CarmineLenny experimentation)

NOTES: Inspired by Shotzette's "what if everyone but the girls moved to California?" challenge.  The answer is, of course, slash.

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"SQUIGGY!  THE TOILET AIN'T TRYING TO KILL YOU!"

"YES IT IS!  LOOK, IT  SHOWED ME IT'S TEETH!"

Carmine groaned and curled up into a ball, his back to the bathroom door.  He glared at the sugar cube lying in his hand and crushed it. 

The hallucinations had been amusing at first - there had been pink elephants and the bed had suddenly turned into a candy cane.  What had started out as a harmless way to blow off steam during a long cross-country journey had quickly turned into a nightmare.  They had been at a swap meet in Las Cruces buying supplies for the trip to LA and Carmine had been taken in by large-breasted redhead selling bottles filled with sugar cubes that she had described as a 'magic carpet ride.'"  He never could say no to a pretty pair of eyes....

The yelling from the bathroom stopped, and a disheveled Lenny emerged.  "He finally went to sleep."

"In the tub?"

Lenny sat down at the edge of the bed.  "Better than the floor - I think I saw something black crawling on it.  Squiggy thought it was a dragon."

"I'm sorry, Len..."

"It ain't your fault Squiggy took two."

"He thought it was sugar."

Carmine heard two boots hit the floor.  "He'll sleep it off.  I'll see you tomorrow.  Night."

But Carmine stared out into the pitch blackness of the night, his body alive and buzzing.  He could feel his toenails throbbing.

"Carmine?"  Lenny's voice was a far-away whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Do you see Jesus over there?"

Lenny was pointing at the corner and a mound of suitcases.  Come to think of it, there was a sort of religious air to it.  "Yeah, I see it, Len!"

Carmine was shocked by the sudden impact of a chest against his.  "Hold me!"

"Len, get your arms offa me!"

"But I'm scared!" he whined.

"That ain't my problem!"

Lenny's blue eyes flashed hurt toward him.  "You could just hold me awhile."

Carmine grumbled and allowed the sweaty young man to lie against him.  "Right.'

They were lying quietly together when he felt something unmistakably hard brush against the small of his back.  "Lenny?" he whispered.

"Wah?"

"Uh - can you move a little?"

He pressed forward.  "Don't you like it?"

The words rushed out of Carmine’s mouth.  "I thought you liked girls!"

"Wah?!  Of course I like girls."

Of course he did - Carmine had seen Lenny become excited - very excited - by women before back at the Pizza Bowl....had he spent time staring at his crotch?  "Oh."

"Well, 'cept for that time me and Squig played red rocket.  But we was lonely and hard up..."

Carmine groaned and buried his face into the sleeve of his shirt.  Where the hell was morning when he needed it?  "I don't wanna think about that."

"All right."  A long pause.  "Hey, Carmine?"

"Yeah?"

"There ain't anything wrong with kissing a guy, is there?"

Carmine's eyes flew open.  "Lenny..."

"'Cause, yanno - I'm just curious, is all."

"Lenny, I just don't..."

"Ain't you ever been curious, Carmine?"

Carmine rolled over and looked at Lenny.  Maybe it was the acid, but he felt a certain tingling in his fingertips at Lenny's expression.  "Sometimes."

"Well - try it out.  Maybe you'll like it..."

"Whatt're you asking me to try?"

Carmine never could say no to a pair of pretty eyes….

Lenny rolled his eyes and pecked Carmine on the lips.  A warmth sneaked through him, tackling Carmine to the floor of the desert. 

Lenny squinted back at him.  "Nuts.  Nothing."

Carmine blinked, licking his lips.  "Yeah."

"I guess it only works with Squig."  Lenny yawned.  "Oh well.  Night."

"Goodnight," Carmine said to the wall.  Then he closed his eyes and reminded himself he had a girlfriend in Milwaukee.