Undone

Rodney and John had had sex exactly 2.65 times when Rodney figured it out.

Now he did it whenever he could, stretched John out on his back and lay beside him, propping himself up on one arm so he could get the best angle, his other hand between John's legs. Then Rodney would kiss him, easy kisses, nowhere near as deep as John wanted them.

He'd kiss John almost lazily, almost because Rodney was never lazy, and he'd move his fingers back and forth, twist them around, push in deep. Then draw back and tease him until John was clutching at the sheet, shifting his hips, trying to get Rodney just there.

The kisses wouldn't stop. No matter how much John squirmed, Rodney would keep kissing him. John would cling to Rodney's lips with his own as Rodney carefully took him apart.

Then Rodney would give him what he wanted, deep touches and deeper kisses. John would lift his body to Rodney's and let himself shake, gasping his secrets into Rodney's open mouth.