Title: Pet Names
By: Perpetual Motion
Pairing: Speed/Delko
Disclaimer: They belong to CBS. I just make them kiss. A lot.
Author's Notes: Slow day at work+fluffy bunny Tribbles parading through my head+way to much time on my hands=this. Enjoy!

When Delko kissed him, Speed wasn't quite sure what to do. He had always been under the impression that well-dressed, clean-shaven, Russian-Cuban Catholic boys didn't kiss slightly unkempt, never ironed his shirts, wore muddy shoes and never shaved guys like him.

Of course, good Catholic boys weren't supposed to kiss boys in the first place.

And they sure as hell weren't supposed to be so damned *good* at it. Delko's tongue was doing things to the creases in Speed's lip that he didn't know could be so stimulating. And Delko's hands were running up and down his back in a way that made Speedle feel like he was the only one who'd ever been touched by this guy.

Speedle finally gave in and kissed him back. Delko smiled against his mouth and slid his tongue away from Speed's lips. He put his hands on Speed's hips and pushed the him back just enough that his back was to the wall. Speedle responded by kissing him harder, and letting his hands slip under Delko's shirt.

Delko leaned out of the kiss for a moment, looked Speedle in the eyes, and smiled. "Hey."

"Hey." Speed ran his fingernails lightly down Delko's back. "What'cha need?"

"How many people call you Tim?"

"No one."

"Not even your mom?"

"We don't talk."

"Oh." Delko grinned. "So, can I call you Tim?"

"Why?"

"Because yelling out, "Speed! Speed!" in bed would be kind of weird."

Speedle smirked. "I get to call you Eric."

"Fine." Delko leaned back in.