"The stoic thing is getting lamer and lamer, you know," Rodney said, brushing a hand over John's hair.

John sighed into his hands, not looking up.

"It's not the end of the world." Rodney pulled John down so he could rest on his side with his head cradled in Rodney's lap.

John sighed again, but he did push up into Rodney's hand. Rodney slid his fingers down the nape of John's neck, then brushed his thumb against the sweet spot under John's ear, smiling at the shudder he got in return.

John turned his face to the side, lipping at the seam of Rodney's jeans. It was Rodney's turn to shudder when John's hot breath ghosted through the fabric to tease his balls. "Oh," Rodney said. "You can...you can keep doing that."

John teased Rodney with his teeth, reaching around to place a hand on the small of Rodney's back. Rodney reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers,sliding them down as far as he could without moving John too much.

John pressed his lips to the front of Rodney's boxers; he pushed them out of the way. John pulled his head back, and then Rodney felt his cock slide into the heat of John's mouth.

"God," Rodney said, then moaned when John's hand slipped under his shirt, fingertips pressing against the flesh of Rodney's back.

John wasn't playing - he had as much of Rodney's cock as he could in his mouth. He didn't move up and down at all, simply sucked as hard as he could, pressing his tongue against the underside. Rodney shivered when John's breath gusted against the wet base of his cock. He was so glad that John could breathe through his nose.

"I can't..." Rodney moaned. "John, I can't..." He threaded both hands into John's hair and pulled him up before pushing his head back down, repeating the motion as long as he couldstand it. John's fingers bit into Rodney's back and thigh, and he came hard into John's mouth.

John sucked him through his orgasm, then let Rodney's cock slip out of his mouth.

Rodney tugged John up and sprawled them back onto the bed, both still mostly dressed. Rodney scrabbled at John's pants until he had John's hot, hard cock in his hand.

"You want it fast?"

John bit into Rodney's neck, then drew back and gasped, "yes." His voice broke a little, and he fucked his cock into Rodney's grip.

Rodney stroked him to a quick orgasm, laughing a little at them both having such a hair-trigger. They languidly managed to get their clothes off and orient themselves on the bed.

John buried his face in Rodney's neck, and Rodney put his hand back into John's hair, stroking.

"You okay?" Rodney said. John snorted wordlessly against Rodney's skin.

"Lorne probably won't beat you at chess again," Rodney said. "It was a fluke."

"Shut up," John muttered.

"No, really." Rodney kissed the top of John's head. "I can arrange for his shower to only have cold water."

"Shut up," John repeated, but Rodney could feel a smile against the skin of his neck.

"I could challenge him to a game and crush him in your honor."

Rodney only smiled when John bit his neck.