Disclaimer: I don't own PR. That would be Saban/Disney; I just play with the characters. I make no money off this, it's just for fun.
Author's Note: Well, I broke though the two month writers block. Now maybe I can update my major stories again. The song Rocky sings in this story is 'If You Were Gay' from the musical Avenue Q. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Warning: This story contains a bit of slash at the end.
Adam smiled to himself as he looked over his textbook. It was such a nice afternoon. His roommate wasn't there to bother him; he could actually get his studying done. Nothing could bother him…
"Hi Adam!" Rocky called out as he came through the door.
Adam sighed, "Hi Rocky," he mumbled. Great, he thought to himself, I'm never going to get any studying done.
"Guess what happened to me today," Rocky bounced into the living room and plopped down onto the couch.
"I don't know… what happened to you?"
"I met this guy at the mall, he was really, friendly," Rocky said looking over the back of the couch at him.
"That's nice…" Adam said distractedly as he tried to concentrate on his textbook.
"I think he was hitting on me," Rocky continued nonchalantly. "I think he was gay."
That got Adam's attention, not that he'd ever admit it. "I should care why?" He tried to sound as nonchalant as Rocky did.
"You don't have to get so defensive, I just think its something we should be able to talk about," Rocky was hard pressed to keep the grin off his face.
"I'm not being defensive! I mean… I don't want to talk about it, I have to study," Adam said quickly. He stood up with his textbook and started to head into the kitchen.
"Relax man… I just ya know…" he snickered. "If you were gay," he began to sing.
"Rocky!"
"That's be okay," he grinned as he bounced along to the music in his head. "I mean 'cause hey… I'd like you anyway."
"Rocky," Adam groaned. "I'm not gay!"
"Because you see, if it were me, I'd feel free, to say I'm gay…" he paused, "But I'm not gay."
"I'm trying to study!"
"If you were queer…" Rocky continued to sing, ignoring Adam's glare. "I'd still be here."
"Rocky!"
"Year after year, because you're dear to me," he dodged out of the way as Adam's textbook came flying at him. "You missed…" he teased as he stuck his tongue out.
"Next time I won't," Adam threatened with a growl.
"I know that you… would accept me too."
"I would?" Adam asked sarcastically.
"If I told you to today, hey guess what! I'm gay," Rocky sang at the top of his lungs. "But I'm not gay."
"That's it…" Adam launched himself after Rocky, chasing him around their living room couch. He finally cut across the back of the couch and tackled Rocky to the floor, landing onto of him, looking down into Rocky's face.
"Hey! G'off me," Rocky grumbled struggling to push Adam off him.
Adam pinned him down and then let out a soft gasp, did he really just feel what he thought he did against him. For him? He looked down at Rocky again and raised an eyebrow. "You're not gay, huh?"
"Maybe a little," Rocky admitted, a smirk on his face. He could feel Adam against him too. "I thought you weren't gay," he teased.
"Maybe a little," Adam admitted as well, a deep blush growing on his cheeks.
"Good," Rocky leaned up and pressed his lips against Adam's, wanting to take him by surprise.
Oh, Adam's brain exclaimed at the shock of feeling Rocky's lips against his. Oh, he thought once more before letting himself get swept up by the experience, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all.