It seemed like an odd thing to not be particularly proud of. Not like he could bring it up at the daily check-in with the Marines or the occasional casual chat with Lorne in his office. It really wouldn't go well on a mission, or as an offhand comment to a tribal chief - Teyla really didn't need to know.

He had to tell someone. Really. There was no one to tell who wouldn't laugh or give him that look or eye him like he was some kind of freak. No one would believe him anyway. It was a weird secret to have, but he had it. Had it had no idea what to do with it.

The wine wasn't that strong - red enough to darken his tongue. The soft rain couldn't take away the stain.

"It's nice out here," Rodney said. "Good to get away from the..." He waved his hand. "Thing."

John squinted at him through the mist. "I know how to deep-throat."

Rodney paused, and John watched several emotions skip over his face. John waited, then looked away. Finally, he felt fingers on the side of his face, first softly, then tighter, rougher.

"Show me," Rodney said.