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Rating: R
Word Count: 295
Title:
Saw it at the Movies
John looked at his pants lying on the floor. Over there, way over there, and he was going to get up and put them on and … and… how had this even happened?
Rodney was draped half over him, snoring into the side of his neck. More than that, Rodney - cuddled. He was warm, completely naked, and he curved around John like he’d found his best, favorite pillow.
Movie kisses. They’d been talking about movies and leading men, which had turned into friendly banter over the best on-screen kisses. John thought they may have carried the competition for greatest movie kiss a little far because somewhere after sure the beach was romantic but the sand was a bitch, his tongue had ended up in Rodney’s mouth. Things had gone hazy after that.
He snuck his arm around Rodney and pulled him a little closer. This cuddling thing, this wasn’t so bad after all. The pants? Well, they’d have to wait because there was this spot behind Rodney’s ear and a tender inch of skin on Rodney’s collar bone John had missed the first time. There was a sweet spot behind Rodney’s left knee that John needed to know more about. Would Rodney always tremble like that every time John pressed kisses there?
It shouldn’t be too hard to convince McKay to employ the scientific method. He could make a chart and show it to Rodney on the next movie night. Yep, he was definitely looking forward to explaining the strategic importance of making sure he didn’t leave any spot unkissed.
Then Rodney’s sleep hot hands slid down and cupped John’s ass, pulling him flush against his naked…nakedness. His - getting harder by the minute - naked nakedness. John swallowed; it looked like he’d have to revise that chart.
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Word Count: 295
Title:
Saw it at the Movies
John looked at his pants lying on the floor. Over there, way over there, and he was going to get up and put them on and … and… how had this even happened?
Rodney was draped half over him, snoring into the side of his neck. More than that, Rodney - cuddled. He was warm, completely naked, and he curved around John like he’d found his best, favorite pillow.
Movie kisses. They’d been talking about movies and leading men, which had turned into friendly banter over the best on-screen kisses. John thought they may have carried the competition for greatest movie kiss a little far because somewhere after sure the beach was romantic but the sand was a bitch, his tongue had ended up in Rodney’s mouth. Things had gone hazy after that.
He snuck his arm around Rodney and pulled him a little closer. This cuddling thing, this wasn’t so bad after all. The pants? Well, they’d have to wait because there was this spot behind Rodney’s ear and a tender inch of skin on Rodney’s collar bone John had missed the first time. There was a sweet spot behind Rodney’s left knee that John needed to know more about. Would Rodney always tremble like that every time John pressed kisses there?
It shouldn’t be too hard to convince McKay to employ the scientific method. He could make a chart and show it to Rodney on the next movie night. Yep, he was definitely looking forward to explaining the strategic importance of making sure he didn’t leave any spot unkissed.
Then Rodney’s sleep hot hands slid down and cupped John’s ass, pulling him flush against his naked…nakedness. His - getting harder by the minute - naked nakedness. John swallowed; it looked like he’d have to revise that chart.
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