Disclaimer: You know I don't own 'em. I know you won't sue me. (It's not like I own anything of value.)

Warning: This is slash. Guy likes other guy who likes him back. However, you don't get to complain about this one, because it's canon. Hah!

A/N: I had to slash them. They're guy cheerleaders! (Don't tell my boyfriend what I'm implying; he's a cheerleader too.) Plus they're both so pretty, and Tim's little eyebrow-wiggle when he says "I'll see you around" just promises so many wonderful things.

~HAJIME~

He was just so hot, like a Greek god or something with his golden hair and sparkling blue eyes and his lips – oh, God, his lips! I can't believe I managed to speak in his presence.

"That last flip you did was amazing." I am such a dork.

But it was okay, because he wasn't a jerk and he was nice to me and he told me his name...

Whoa, I'm going all schoolboy here. Have to get a grip.

I guess I can be forgiven for feeling euphoric, because we did win second place. Even though it wasn't first – well, it's enough. We weren't the best, but we did pretty damn good. The Clovers were just better than us. This time.

I am really – really – glad all the squads are in the same hotel. Because I might see him again. I'm such a loser, hanging out in the lobby waiting for Tim to show. Tim. Tim. Tim.

Tim.

"Tim" what? I don't even know the Greek god's last name.

Oh Christ, oh shit, there he is – just out of the pool.

Wow, he looks so ... so ... wow.

I'd really like to find the guy who invented swim trunks and kiss his ass right now. The guy who came up with swim trunks is god.

Oh, he sees me! ... And here he comes.

"Hey, Les." He remembers my name! And God, he's all half-naked and water-beady. Hope my voice doesn't crack.

"What's up?"

"Not a lot. Just heading back to my room."

"Oh, that's cool." His room. Tim in a bed. Tim in a bed with me. Tim and I in bed. Tim ... is talking.

"Not really. I'm stuck by myself – the rest of the guys are out for the evening."

"Wow, that kind of sucks." What assholes!

"Yeah, it's pretty boring. Hey, do you wanna come up and hang out for a while?"

YES! Down, boy. "Sure, why not? I got nothin' better to do."

Oh God, he's smiling, and he's just so gorgeous. "Cool. Come on." Oh I wish he'd grab my hand and lead me.... Gah, he's probably straight. What am I doing?

Following him to the ends of the earth, if that happens to be where he's going. Okay, so it's just across the lobby to the elevator. Tim and me in the elevator. Tim banging me in the elevator. Oooh.... Huh?

"Hey, man, you okay?"

Blink. "Yeah, sorry, just zoned out there for a minute."

He laughs. "Come on in."

Hotel room. Two beds, table, chairs, TV.

"Have a seat." I plop down on the end of a bed. He's handing me the remote. "I gotta shower. Won't be long."

"Okeedoke." I'm channel-surfing. Oh, Queer As Folk is on. Good show.

He's out of the shower in, like, a flash. Must not take long to rinse chlorine from a perfect body. Oh, and he's sitting on the bed. "You watch QAF?"

Blush. "Yeah. I uh...."

"Cool."

What?

He's grinning. "It's a great show."

I can feel my eyes going wide and I'm staring at him. (Good thing he put some clothes on, or else – I could not be held responsible for my actions.) "You mean ... are you mmph!"

Oh wow, his lips are really soft. And he tastes so good. How did I end up on my back? Not that I'm complaining. Oh, no indeed.

~OWARI~