Moonlight

Moonlight was streaming through the window. John blinked a couple of times, not fully awake. Rodney had rolled away from him in the night and was lying on his side with his back to John.

The sheet covered everything beneath his shoulders, but John could see that spot on Rodney's neck, the one he'd kissed. Maybe it wasn't the spot. He'd kissed several, one of them had to be visible.

He started to reach out, intending to trace the side of Rodney's neck with his finger but he pulled it back at the last minute. There wasn't any reason to wake him. Although all that skin, all that nakedness was hard to resist.

Rodney's skin was warm and smooth. John knew that because he'd touched a lot of it, most of it, as much as he could manage with Rodney trying to touch him at the same time, the two of them getting in one another's way. Laughing about it.

Edging closer, he rubbed the back of Rodney's neck with his nose. Rodney made a small sound. "Shhh," John whispered, sliding an arm around his waist. Snug against Rodney's back, he closed his eyes.