A Lot Less Hair

Pushing the crystal into place, Rodney closed the sensor console, climbing out from under it and into a chair. John was on the other side of the gate room chatting with the new lieutenant, where he'd been for the last forty minutes, not that Rodney was keeping track.

Not that Rodney could blame John. The new guy was good looking. Blond, and broad-shouldered, and he had all of his hair, even if it was only a quarter of an inch long. He looked young enough to be John's son.

Of course with Rodney's luck the guy probably had daddy issues.

John would never fool around with someone in his chain of command. Rodney knew that. The lieutenant probably did too, but it wasn't stopping him from ogling John. Even at fifty-two, John was still worth ogling. The gray in his hair had only made him better looking. His middle had softened a little, but not enough that anyone else would notice, even though it bothered John.

Forcing his attention back to the console, Rodney turned the long-range sensors back on and waited for them to come on-line. He tried to remember the last time he'd actually touched John's middle. It had been at least two weeks. Rodney frowned. No, it had been three, almost a month.

Almost a month without sex. God, they were getting old.

"Hey," John said, leaning a hip against the console. "You about done?"

"Almost. Another fifteen minutes. Why?"

"Thought maybe we could have dinner in our quarters."

Rodney smiled. Dinner in their quarters always led to very good things. "Okay."

"I'll get something from the mess and meet you there," John said, then he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Rodney's lips before starting off in the direction of the mess.

Rodney looked back at the console. If he worked quickly, he might be able to finish up in ten.