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lantean_drift
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Recipient:sonadorita
Summary: Rodney returns home to Atlantis after visiting Jeannie and realises there are certain…things he’s missed while he was away.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own Stargate Atlantis or any of the characters…unfortunately.
A/N: I’d like to thank my wonderful beta (who shall be named at a later date) for her work. I’ve tinkered since so all remaining mistakes are entirely my own fault.
“Home is the most popular, and will be the most enduring of all earthly establishments”
~ Channing Pollock
Enduring Earthly Establishments
“What’s that?”
“Oh, it’s good to be back, thank you, Colonel,” Rodney rolled his eyes.
“Right, sorry. Welcome home. How was Earth? Family okay? What’s that?”
“It’s a candle,” Rodney answered, lifting it up to show John, “I thought it was quite obviously a candle, why, what did you think it was?” Rodney pushed past John and into his quarters, this time it was John’s turn to roll his eyes as he slid the door closed and turned to face Rodney.
“Why do you have a candle?”
“Well, umm, actually it’s for you. A present. From me to – well – to you.” Rodney looked distinctly uncomfortable as he thrust the pale ivory candle, complete with artful cellophane wrapping and glass base, into John’s hands.
John grinned.
“You bought me a present back from your vacation?”
“I’m starting to wish I hadn’t,” Rodney muttered, looking a lot like he was planning the quickest escape route available.
“Now don’t be like that Rodney. Thank you,” John waved the candle at him then turned to put it on his bedside table. He was grinning again, he could feel it. “Why’d you buy me a candle?”
“Well, you seem to have them burning in here, occasionally. I figured it’s likely that you steal them from Teyla, so I bought you one of your own. Anyway, I should probably be going, it’s late and I’m sure you have things to do.” Rodney had that look, the one that told John there was something more going on here than Rodney was admitting to.
“Wait, Rodney, hang on – I haven’t seen you in over a week, you haven’t filled me in on Jeannie and what you did Earthside. Come on, you can’t just buy a guy a candle and then run away.” John grabbed Rodney’s elbow gently and pulled him back towards him.
“Jeannie’s fine,” Rodney said weakly as he sank into the chair next to the desk, obviously not really wanting to leave after all. John sat down on the bed and nodded for him to continue.
“Maddie’s quite the little genius, you know?” Rodney said, smiling proudly, “but she’s more than that, she’s beautiful – she looks a lot like Jeannie, actually – and she’s a child,” he said, gentle wonder seeping into his voice. “She plays with toys and bakes cookies and does the things that children should do. We didn’t, as kids – our parents didn’t - ” Rodney shifted uncomfortably. “I should have known that Jeannie would get it right. She’s a wonderful mother. I was sad to, uh, sad to say goodbye this time.”
Rodney gave a painful smile, one that did nothing to hide his unhappiness.
“What are you telling me here?” John asked carefully. “Are you saying you want to go back to Earth?”
“Oh god, no,” Rodney spluttered, visibly horrified at the thought.
Something of the hard, cold vice that had just gripped his chest, eased inside of John and he blew out a relieved breath.
“I just realised some stuff while I was there, that’s all,” Rodney said, looking at John in a way he couldn’t quite decipher.
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“I felt really out of place on Earth,” Rodney grinned, “I couldn’t settle because I felt like I knew something that none of those people did, I’d seen further than they’d ever seen and I couldn’t wait to get back here, back home. Strangely enough, I found myself missing things – like my lab and the Not-Cherry-Not-Muffins they have in the mess. Also, other stuff, perhaps.”
“You bought me a candle,” John pointed out, he was going for earnest but even he had to admit it had sounded a little more like sullen.
Rodney was looking at him strangely again.
“Are you waiting for me to admit that I missed you?” Rodney asked, eyebrows climbing steadily up his forehead.
“No,” John answered immediately, lying through his teeth. Damn it, he’d missed Rodney. He’d been gone over a week and John had been bored and, if he was perfectly honest with himself, a little bit lost the whole time.
“Well I did,” Rodney admitted frankly, “I apparently missed you enough to go out and buy you a candle. I braved a shopping mall for you,” he pointed out.
John smiled, “yeah, I guess you did.”
Rodney gave a small grin but it fell quickly from his lips and he stared at the floor intently. John waited, Rodney was preparing to say something, and he even went to start a couple of times before he sighed.
“I should say goodnight.”
John grabbed Rodney’s arm as he tried to stand up and hauled him back onto the chair
“Rodney, what aren’t you telling me?”
Rodney’s shoulders slumped dejectedly and he buried his head in his hands.
“I really should go, it’s been a long day,” he said, his voice stifled behind his fingers.
“Come on, buddy, spill,” John ordered.
Rodney sighed loudly again then lifted his head, looked at John with a stubborn tilt of his chin. John had a sudden feeling he may have pushed too far, Rodney looked almost angry.
“I don’t want to go, okay? I want to stay here, right here in your quarters where it’s not empty or cold and unlived in. I want to stay because my quarters are all of those things and at the same time worn out and cluttered with pointless, stupid things that don’t mean anything – my quarters have frames and certificates and yours have, have, well, you and Johnny Cash - and believe me I don’t want to stay for him.”
John sat there stunned.
Rodney sat and gazed at the floor. The silence was impenetrable.
John finally found his voice after long moments of gaping stupidly at Rodney’s left shoulder.
“Stay.” There, he’d said it. John couldn’t believe how hard that one word had been but he’d said it. He’d admitted to Rodney that he wanted him here.
“What?”
Shit, he wanted more. Fine, what were a few more words at this point? “Stay, don’t go anywhere. Stay here and we’ll,” John gestured at the bedside table, “light a candle or something.”
“Actually,” Rodney said, standing up, “I think I should go.”
“What?” John stood up too. Rodney was pointedly avoiding his eyes again.
“I missed you while I was on Earth,” Rodney blurted, “missed you more than I should have done and I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t want to leave but I also can’t stay because I’m not sure we’re on the same page at all and - ”
John kissed him.
He pressed his lips over Rodney’s and kissed him; to shut him up, and prove him wrong, and to kiss him because he needed to. God, he needed to.
Rodney pushed him back, looking stunned. Then his hands were reaching out and John leaned in to them as they cupped his face, his neck, and pulled him forward to kiss again.
John groaned and opened his mouth as Rodney’s tongue licked lightly against his lips. Rodney seemed to surge forward and just claim him and John gave in willingly. He slid his hands under the hem of Rodney’s tee shirt and hauled him closer, mapping out the warm skin of Rodney’s back.
John pulled back and scattered a series of smaller kisses across Rodney’s lips.
“I understand exactly what you mean, Rodney. I missed you too, I want you to stay here – and I want to light that candle at some point.”
Rodney smiled, eyes heavy lidded and endearingly unfocussed, “‘at some point’?”
“Mmmhmm,” John kissed him again, “later,” he whispered.
“Later sounds good,” Rodney replied shakily.
John worked his way down Rodney’s neck and skimmed his teeth across the soft skin where neck met shoulder. Rodney pushed into the touch so John sank his teeth in, just enough pressure to sensitise the flesh and leave a mark. Rodney groaned and dipped his head to recapture John’s mouth and kiss him so deeply that John felt like he was shaking apart.
John grabbed Rodney’s hips and turned him towards the bed, pushing him until he crashed down, John landing practically in his lap. Making good use of their position, John stretched his knees either side of Rodney’s thighs and gasped when he felt the hardness of Rodney’s erection pressing against the back of his legs, god, that was the most amazing feeling.
“Want you,” John panted into Rodney’s mouth, kissing him sloppily.
“Yes,” Rodney hissed, sliding his hands up John’s back and pushing his shirt over his head. As soon as it was gone, Rodney’s teeth latched on to one nipple and John cried out wordlessly, arching into the burning contact. Rodney’s hand landed on his hip, urging John to move like that again – he did, over and over again as Rodney moaned brokenly against his skin.
John grabbed Rodney’s head, tilting it up so he could lean down and thrust his tongue into his mouth and Rodney wrapped his hands round John’s back and pulled him tight against him until they were both lost to the sensation.
John paused long enough to get Rodney’s shirt off over his head and toss it away across the room, needing to touch more skin. Then he quite literally went boneless and slid down Rodney’s body until he was kneeling on the floor between his legs.
“John,” Rodney whispered almost reverently as John leaned forward and kissed his cock through the fabric of his pants, before making quick work of their boots.
John’s hands reached for the fastening of Rodney’s pants and his tongue accompanied, licking and savouring each inch of skin as it was revealed, desperate to taste, John pushed aside the cotton of Rodney’s boxers to free his cock. Rodney moaned deliciously at the first swipe of John’s tongue and his hands found their way into his hair.
“Naked now, I want you naked, John, please -”
“Okay, hang on, okay.” John reluctantly pulled away and stood up to get rid of his pants. He looked down at Rodney, lying back across the bed with his bare feet pressed to the floor, heavy cock pushing up from the tangle of boxers and unfastened pants. His hair was a mess, his face was flushed, and his eyes glassy with lust and his hands were twisted into the sheets of John’s bed.
John wanted him. Needed him right now.
“God, Rodney, you look incredible.”
Rodney closed his eyes; his expression pained, and turned his head away.
“Rodney? Hey, buddy?” John asked, reaching for him.
“Don’t,” a strangled plea.
Whoa, John backed right off, “don’t what?” he asked carefully, his heart thundering in his throat.
“If you touch me now this is going to end very quickly,” Rodney said hoarsely, “and I’d really like it to last a lot longer.”
Relief flooded through John so fast it made his head spin.
“Jeezus, Rodney!” John kicked him in the shin.
“Ow, what the hell was that for?” Rodney sat up.
“For scaring the shit out of me,” John barked, wiping a hand over his face.
“You have really pointy feet, you son of a – what do you mean ‘scaring the shit out of you’?” Rodney stopped rubbing his shin long enough to look up at John.
“I thought you wanted me to stop, thought you’d – I don’t know – changed your mind or something.”
“Are you crazy? Why would I want you to stop?”
“I don’t know, I thought you were freaking out on me or some damn thing,” John ran a hand through his hair and glared down at Rodney.
“Well, I wasn’t – and now, you’ve ruined the mood!”
“Me?” John spluttered.
“Yes, you. Now get back here and take my pants off so we can get back to it.”
“Well, with an invitation like that, who could resist?” John said snidely.
“Exactly. Chop chop.”
“Chop chop?”
“It means ‘get a move on’, ‘hurry along’, ‘now please before I die of old age’ - ”
“I know what it means,” John felt the tug of a grin lifting the corners of his mouth and stepped forward. “You’re a demanding son of a bitch,” he muttered as he knelt down at Rodney’s feet and tugged his pants and boxers off, casting them away and leaving Rodney gloriously naked.
Rodney seemed to curl down around him, almost protectively, as he took John’s face into his big capable hands and kissed him soundly.
“John, I would never not want you to touch me,” he whispered right against his lips and John couldn’t help but tilt his head and kiss Rodney possessively, burning with the need to let him know that he belonged with John. Rodney matched his kisses and pulled John towards him, tugging him with enough enthusiasm to send them both sprawling back over the bed. John used his strength to pin Rodney down and kiss him again.
“Rodney - ”
“Yes, god, keep doing that,” Rodney panting as John’s hands moved over his chest and his head dipped to kiss his neck.
“Rodney – I need – this, oh god, I need you to be – to be just mine,” John whispered almost brokenly.
“Why would I want anyone else?” Rodney slid his hands into John’s hair and kissed him. John smiled against his lips just as Rodney pulled back.
“You too, I mean - ”
“Yes, shit, Rodney!”
Rodney’s legs wrapped around John’s waist, bringing them so close together that John had to move. Thrusting down to meet Rodney’s countering movement, panting and crying out until he came in a rush, shouting Rodney’s name and clinging to him as Rodney followed him into orgasm, whispering John’s name over and over again, punctuating each one with impatient kisses to John’s lips.
John kissed Rodney until he’d run out of breath and his lips were raw, then he rolled to the side and pulled Rodney down to rest his head on his chest. Rodney went without argument and wrapped an arm over John, clinging to him as they both caught their breath in the silence.
John could feel his eyes drifting closed, peaceful and contented in a way he hadn’t been for so long. He pulled Rodney impossibly closer.
“S’good to be home,” Rodney mumbled from the vicinity of John’s chest, “I missed you.”
John offered a gentle laugh as he murmured, “I missed you too. Hey, we should light the candle - ”
“Okay,” Rodney agreed, sleepily, not moving an inch.
John thought about it for a second, “umm, I don’t have anything to light it with.”
Rodney laughed gently, the warm spill of breath fell gloriously over John’s skin.
“We can light it tomorrow,” John suggested.
“Okay,” Rodney mumbled again.
John grinned and tilted his head to catch Rodney’s lips in one final, sleepy kiss. The last thing he was aware of was Rodney’s knee pressing between his as he shifted a tiny bit closer and settled in to sleep. John was glad he was home.
Author:
lantean_driftPairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Recipient:
sonadoritaSummary: Rodney returns home to Atlantis after visiting Jeannie and realises there are certain…things he’s missed while he was away.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own Stargate Atlantis or any of the characters…unfortunately.
A/N: I’d like to thank my wonderful beta (who shall be named at a later date) for her work. I’ve tinkered since so all remaining mistakes are entirely my own fault.
“Home is the most popular, and will be the most enduring of all earthly establishments”
~ Channing Pollock
Enduring Earthly Establishments
“What’s that?”
“Oh, it’s good to be back, thank you, Colonel,” Rodney rolled his eyes.
“Right, sorry. Welcome home. How was Earth? Family okay? What’s that?”
“It’s a candle,” Rodney answered, lifting it up to show John, “I thought it was quite obviously a candle, why, what did you think it was?” Rodney pushed past John and into his quarters, this time it was John’s turn to roll his eyes as he slid the door closed and turned to face Rodney.
“Why do you have a candle?”
“Well, umm, actually it’s for you. A present. From me to – well – to you.” Rodney looked distinctly uncomfortable as he thrust the pale ivory candle, complete with artful cellophane wrapping and glass base, into John’s hands.
John grinned.
“You bought me a present back from your vacation?”
“I’m starting to wish I hadn’t,” Rodney muttered, looking a lot like he was planning the quickest escape route available.
“Now don’t be like that Rodney. Thank you,” John waved the candle at him then turned to put it on his bedside table. He was grinning again, he could feel it. “Why’d you buy me a candle?”
“Well, you seem to have them burning in here, occasionally. I figured it’s likely that you steal them from Teyla, so I bought you one of your own. Anyway, I should probably be going, it’s late and I’m sure you have things to do.” Rodney had that look, the one that told John there was something more going on here than Rodney was admitting to.
“Wait, Rodney, hang on – I haven’t seen you in over a week, you haven’t filled me in on Jeannie and what you did Earthside. Come on, you can’t just buy a guy a candle and then run away.” John grabbed Rodney’s elbow gently and pulled him back towards him.
“Jeannie’s fine,” Rodney said weakly as he sank into the chair next to the desk, obviously not really wanting to leave after all. John sat down on the bed and nodded for him to continue.
“Maddie’s quite the little genius, you know?” Rodney said, smiling proudly, “but she’s more than that, she’s beautiful – she looks a lot like Jeannie, actually – and she’s a child,” he said, gentle wonder seeping into his voice. “She plays with toys and bakes cookies and does the things that children should do. We didn’t, as kids – our parents didn’t - ” Rodney shifted uncomfortably. “I should have known that Jeannie would get it right. She’s a wonderful mother. I was sad to, uh, sad to say goodbye this time.”
Rodney gave a painful smile, one that did nothing to hide his unhappiness.
“What are you telling me here?” John asked carefully. “Are you saying you want to go back to Earth?”
“Oh god, no,” Rodney spluttered, visibly horrified at the thought.
Something of the hard, cold vice that had just gripped his chest, eased inside of John and he blew out a relieved breath.
“I just realised some stuff while I was there, that’s all,” Rodney said, looking at John in a way he couldn’t quite decipher.
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“I felt really out of place on Earth,” Rodney grinned, “I couldn’t settle because I felt like I knew something that none of those people did, I’d seen further than they’d ever seen and I couldn’t wait to get back here, back home. Strangely enough, I found myself missing things – like my lab and the Not-Cherry-Not-Muffins they have in the mess. Also, other stuff, perhaps.”
“You bought me a candle,” John pointed out, he was going for earnest but even he had to admit it had sounded a little more like sullen.
Rodney was looking at him strangely again.
“Are you waiting for me to admit that I missed you?” Rodney asked, eyebrows climbing steadily up his forehead.
“No,” John answered immediately, lying through his teeth. Damn it, he’d missed Rodney. He’d been gone over a week and John had been bored and, if he was perfectly honest with himself, a little bit lost the whole time.
“Well I did,” Rodney admitted frankly, “I apparently missed you enough to go out and buy you a candle. I braved a shopping mall for you,” he pointed out.
John smiled, “yeah, I guess you did.”
Rodney gave a small grin but it fell quickly from his lips and he stared at the floor intently. John waited, Rodney was preparing to say something, and he even went to start a couple of times before he sighed.
“I should say goodnight.”
John grabbed Rodney’s arm as he tried to stand up and hauled him back onto the chair
“Rodney, what aren’t you telling me?”
Rodney’s shoulders slumped dejectedly and he buried his head in his hands.
“I really should go, it’s been a long day,” he said, his voice stifled behind his fingers.
“Come on, buddy, spill,” John ordered.
Rodney sighed loudly again then lifted his head, looked at John with a stubborn tilt of his chin. John had a sudden feeling he may have pushed too far, Rodney looked almost angry.
“I don’t want to go, okay? I want to stay here, right here in your quarters where it’s not empty or cold and unlived in. I want to stay because my quarters are all of those things and at the same time worn out and cluttered with pointless, stupid things that don’t mean anything – my quarters have frames and certificates and yours have, have, well, you and Johnny Cash - and believe me I don’t want to stay for him.”
John sat there stunned.
Rodney sat and gazed at the floor. The silence was impenetrable.
John finally found his voice after long moments of gaping stupidly at Rodney’s left shoulder.
“Stay.” There, he’d said it. John couldn’t believe how hard that one word had been but he’d said it. He’d admitted to Rodney that he wanted him here.
“What?”
Shit, he wanted more. Fine, what were a few more words at this point? “Stay, don’t go anywhere. Stay here and we’ll,” John gestured at the bedside table, “light a candle or something.”
“Actually,” Rodney said, standing up, “I think I should go.”
“What?” John stood up too. Rodney was pointedly avoiding his eyes again.
“I missed you while I was on Earth,” Rodney blurted, “missed you more than I should have done and I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t want to leave but I also can’t stay because I’m not sure we’re on the same page at all and - ”
John kissed him.
He pressed his lips over Rodney’s and kissed him; to shut him up, and prove him wrong, and to kiss him because he needed to. God, he needed to.
Rodney pushed him back, looking stunned. Then his hands were reaching out and John leaned in to them as they cupped his face, his neck, and pulled him forward to kiss again.
John groaned and opened his mouth as Rodney’s tongue licked lightly against his lips. Rodney seemed to surge forward and just claim him and John gave in willingly. He slid his hands under the hem of Rodney’s tee shirt and hauled him closer, mapping out the warm skin of Rodney’s back.
John pulled back and scattered a series of smaller kisses across Rodney’s lips.
“I understand exactly what you mean, Rodney. I missed you too, I want you to stay here – and I want to light that candle at some point.”
Rodney smiled, eyes heavy lidded and endearingly unfocussed, “‘at some point’?”
“Mmmhmm,” John kissed him again, “later,” he whispered.
“Later sounds good,” Rodney replied shakily.
John worked his way down Rodney’s neck and skimmed his teeth across the soft skin where neck met shoulder. Rodney pushed into the touch so John sank his teeth in, just enough pressure to sensitise the flesh and leave a mark. Rodney groaned and dipped his head to recapture John’s mouth and kiss him so deeply that John felt like he was shaking apart.
John grabbed Rodney’s hips and turned him towards the bed, pushing him until he crashed down, John landing practically in his lap. Making good use of their position, John stretched his knees either side of Rodney’s thighs and gasped when he felt the hardness of Rodney’s erection pressing against the back of his legs, god, that was the most amazing feeling.
“Want you,” John panted into Rodney’s mouth, kissing him sloppily.
“Yes,” Rodney hissed, sliding his hands up John’s back and pushing his shirt over his head. As soon as it was gone, Rodney’s teeth latched on to one nipple and John cried out wordlessly, arching into the burning contact. Rodney’s hand landed on his hip, urging John to move like that again – he did, over and over again as Rodney moaned brokenly against his skin.
John grabbed Rodney’s head, tilting it up so he could lean down and thrust his tongue into his mouth and Rodney wrapped his hands round John’s back and pulled him tight against him until they were both lost to the sensation.
John paused long enough to get Rodney’s shirt off over his head and toss it away across the room, needing to touch more skin. Then he quite literally went boneless and slid down Rodney’s body until he was kneeling on the floor between his legs.
“John,” Rodney whispered almost reverently as John leaned forward and kissed his cock through the fabric of his pants, before making quick work of their boots.
John’s hands reached for the fastening of Rodney’s pants and his tongue accompanied, licking and savouring each inch of skin as it was revealed, desperate to taste, John pushed aside the cotton of Rodney’s boxers to free his cock. Rodney moaned deliciously at the first swipe of John’s tongue and his hands found their way into his hair.
“Naked now, I want you naked, John, please -”
“Okay, hang on, okay.” John reluctantly pulled away and stood up to get rid of his pants. He looked down at Rodney, lying back across the bed with his bare feet pressed to the floor, heavy cock pushing up from the tangle of boxers and unfastened pants. His hair was a mess, his face was flushed, and his eyes glassy with lust and his hands were twisted into the sheets of John’s bed.
John wanted him. Needed him right now.
“God, Rodney, you look incredible.”
Rodney closed his eyes; his expression pained, and turned his head away.
“Rodney? Hey, buddy?” John asked, reaching for him.
“Don’t,” a strangled plea.
Whoa, John backed right off, “don’t what?” he asked carefully, his heart thundering in his throat.
“If you touch me now this is going to end very quickly,” Rodney said hoarsely, “and I’d really like it to last a lot longer.”
Relief flooded through John so fast it made his head spin.
“Jeezus, Rodney!” John kicked him in the shin.
“Ow, what the hell was that for?” Rodney sat up.
“For scaring the shit out of me,” John barked, wiping a hand over his face.
“You have really pointy feet, you son of a – what do you mean ‘scaring the shit out of you’?” Rodney stopped rubbing his shin long enough to look up at John.
“I thought you wanted me to stop, thought you’d – I don’t know – changed your mind or something.”
“Are you crazy? Why would I want you to stop?”
“I don’t know, I thought you were freaking out on me or some damn thing,” John ran a hand through his hair and glared down at Rodney.
“Well, I wasn’t – and now, you’ve ruined the mood!”
“Me?” John spluttered.
“Yes, you. Now get back here and take my pants off so we can get back to it.”
“Well, with an invitation like that, who could resist?” John said snidely.
“Exactly. Chop chop.”
“Chop chop?”
“It means ‘get a move on’, ‘hurry along’, ‘now please before I die of old age’ - ”
“I know what it means,” John felt the tug of a grin lifting the corners of his mouth and stepped forward. “You’re a demanding son of a bitch,” he muttered as he knelt down at Rodney’s feet and tugged his pants and boxers off, casting them away and leaving Rodney gloriously naked.
Rodney seemed to curl down around him, almost protectively, as he took John’s face into his big capable hands and kissed him soundly.
“John, I would never not want you to touch me,” he whispered right against his lips and John couldn’t help but tilt his head and kiss Rodney possessively, burning with the need to let him know that he belonged with John. Rodney matched his kisses and pulled John towards him, tugging him with enough enthusiasm to send them both sprawling back over the bed. John used his strength to pin Rodney down and kiss him again.
“Rodney - ”
“Yes, god, keep doing that,” Rodney panting as John’s hands moved over his chest and his head dipped to kiss his neck.
“Rodney – I need – this, oh god, I need you to be – to be just mine,” John whispered almost brokenly.
“Why would I want anyone else?” Rodney slid his hands into John’s hair and kissed him. John smiled against his lips just as Rodney pulled back.
“You too, I mean - ”
“Yes, shit, Rodney!”
Rodney’s legs wrapped around John’s waist, bringing them so close together that John had to move. Thrusting down to meet Rodney’s countering movement, panting and crying out until he came in a rush, shouting Rodney’s name and clinging to him as Rodney followed him into orgasm, whispering John’s name over and over again, punctuating each one with impatient kisses to John’s lips.
John kissed Rodney until he’d run out of breath and his lips were raw, then he rolled to the side and pulled Rodney down to rest his head on his chest. Rodney went without argument and wrapped an arm over John, clinging to him as they both caught their breath in the silence.
John could feel his eyes drifting closed, peaceful and contented in a way he hadn’t been for so long. He pulled Rodney impossibly closer.
“S’good to be home,” Rodney mumbled from the vicinity of John’s chest, “I missed you.”
John offered a gentle laugh as he murmured, “I missed you too. Hey, we should light the candle - ”
“Okay,” Rodney agreed, sleepily, not moving an inch.
John thought about it for a second, “umm, I don’t have anything to light it with.”
Rodney laughed gently, the warm spill of breath fell gloriously over John’s skin.
“We can light it tomorrow,” John suggested.
“Okay,” Rodney mumbled again.
John grinned and tilted his head to catch Rodney’s lips in one final, sleepy kiss. The last thing he was aware of was Rodney’s knee pressing between his as he shifted a tiny bit closer and settled in to sleep. John was glad he was home.
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