Title: Stupid Bets
Author: SimpleObsession-1
Chapters: 2 out of ?
Characters/Pairings: Robbie/Stuart, Burke, Jackie and OC
Word Count: 1119
Rating: K+
Warnings: The odd swear word
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: Robbie challenges Stuart to a drinking game but neither expected the consequences...
Authors Note: I hear that you're all Jackie/Robbie obsessed but I'm sure you'll be in for a lovely treat with this fanfiction. I know you dont like it but please do continue reading! You don't know until you try, as my mother says! :)
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own any of these wonderful characters ONLY the OCs

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That night, Stuart sat across from Robbie and looked over at the way that his eyes had already started to brighten because of the alcohol that they had consumed. They'd been out drinking now for about three hours and even though Robbie and Stuart had had the same amount of alcohol, Stuart still looked presentable and could still talk without a slur.

Not that he was judging Robbie. Far off it. He was rather happy that he had been invited out to spend time with the handsome detective but he couldn't help but feel deep down that it had been something else that had made Robbie want to take him out. This silly bet was rather mundane for Stuart and normally he would have refused but just the offer to be near Robbie had made him change his mind.

"It's your round, Stuart babe!" Robbie drawled looking around the bar and jealousy clawed away at Stuart as he realised that he was checking out the talent in the bar even though they were in a gay bar. Stuart had decided that it would be the only way Robbie would take his "no girl" rule seriously. The only girls in here were butch lesbians that despised men like Robbie. Stuart liked knowing this fact but he had noticed several guys staring over at Robbie with pursed lips and raised eyebrows. Stuart was starting to wish that they'd just gone to the quiet pub they normally went to with Jackie and Burke. He also knew that the reason Robbie was giving him pet names was because he was out his face.

"I believe it is." He was unsure if he should leave Robbie alone but decided just to slide out from under the table and move towards the bar where he ordered two more beers. He could see the guy at the other end of the bar chewing on his straw, a flirtatious glint in his eye as he stared over at Stuart.

Even though Stuart came across really shy, he'd met many partners and friends in this small bar but now he was here with Robbie he couldn't help but wonder if it was actually Robbie the rather attractive guy was interested in picking up. He waited patiently for the barman to bring his drinks over before watching the stranger talk to the barman and then he came over to Stuart and handed him the beers. "They're from that gentleman sat over at the other end of the bar." Stuart raised the glasses with a thank you nod before heading back to Robbie who was tapping his hands along the table to the tune of the music that was playing.

"On the house thanks to a guy who is either interested in me or you."

"It's obviously me because I'm hot." Robbie teased before looking over at his shoulder, spying the guy that Stuart was talking about and smiled over at Stuart. "Nice one, Stuart! You sure know how to pull."

"I didn't come out to pull." Stuart grumbled feeling rather saddened that Robbie was completely blind to the fact Stuart had made it crystal clear that the only reason he had accepted this stupid bet was so that he'd be able to spend time with his inspector, a guy that Stuart wanted to inspect and show him the excitement of 'batting on the other side' but he could see that Robbie hadn't even noticed.

"Oh man, neither did I but if I had the chance then I would totally go for the option!" Robbie commented looking over his shoulder again and noticed that the man had gotten nearer to them and he couldn't help but look over at Stuart. "Are you really telling me that you don't want to run over there and maul him?"

"Robbie!" Stuart gasped biting his lip as he realised that the guy was cute and the attention was making him feel good but he wasn't like Robbie. He liked to talk first, exchange numbers and then if the guy rang Stuart back, they'd probably go on a nice romantic date and get to know each other better. "I don't just 'maul' people because they give me the eye. I believe that is a very tacky way to go about it!"

R,long and I think it's about time that you do something about it! When a cute guy gives you the eye then you accept the offer."

Without even realising that he had got frustrated, Stuart stood up and threw down the coaster that he had been strangling in his hands. How could Robbie not notice that the reason he had been single was because he'd been waiting for Robbie to finally wake up and see that it was him he was in love with. "Fine, I'll go talk to him and maybe then we'll go back to his house and maybe we'll have careless sex. I might even wake up with an STD or two."

Robbie wasn't listening to what he said and smiled, "That's the spirit Stuart."

***

Stuart was actually quite shocked to how easy he got on with the guy knowing that he was simply using him in rage to show off to Robbie. He'd neglected Robbie for at least an hour when his friend walked over and tapped his shoulder. "Stuart, I feel like a spare wheel. Will you chose one of us so that I know if I can go home or not?" Stuart looked at Robbie and then turned back to look at the guy that had been giving him the eye all night.

"Text me so I know you get home safe." Stuart simply said to Robbie before turning back to his friend and laughing. Robbie stared at Stuart's turned back and felt an emotion inside that he didn't think he liked. It was almost as if he felt jealous that Stuart had chosen the new dude over going home with him. Instead of causing a scene, he simply mumbled a goodbye and left the bar.

Sitting in the bar, Stuart had to force a smile as the man continued talking to him but at the same time he was enjoying it. It was nice for a guy to pay attention to him because even in a gay bar, Robbie always managed to radiate all the attention. When the man's hand rested on his thigh, he didn't flinch or move away. He, in fact, moved in closer because he was happy to know that this man wanted him. It always felt nice to know you was wanted even if it wasn't by that one person you wanted.

When the guy started kissing him, he didn't say no.