Later, as he was heading back to his room alone with what felt like a permanent case of blue balls, John thought that spending a half hour guiding Rodney's hands through the motions of taking apart and reassembling his gun was not exactly conducive to this whole platonic relationship thing. Watching Rodney's nimble fingers glistening with oil slide along polished metal made him think of Rodney's fingers doing other things.
Non-platonic things.
Involving oil.
And John.
Hee! This is wonderful -- I love the way you've written John here, and the scene with Lorne at the shooting range is especially priceless. :-) (Also: "is that your elbow?" *g*)
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Date: 2007-12-18 11:00 pm (UTC)Non-platonic things.
Involving oil.
And John.
Hee! This is wonderful -- I love the way you've written John here, and the scene with Lorne at the shooting range is especially priceless. :-) (Also: "is that your elbow?" *g*)