Rodney, though not the best fighter in the world, was used to leveraging his weight and breadth to his advantage. All that got him this time was a black eye. Halfway to the village they'd been overpowered by a force of twenty. Ronon and John had managed to each take out two, and Teyla left four groaning on the ground, but in the end, they wound up with their hands tied behind their backs and kneeling in the dirt. Rodney hated kneeling in the dirt.

As usual, he came up with their saving grace - a combination of utter bullshit and parlor tricks that got them released and sucked up to and given grain and berries and ore samples. Rodney just wanted to go home.

Half an hour under steaming water made him feel like he was on the right side of the border between human and...not, and he had grand plans for sleeping as long as he could. The painkillers he took before leaving the bathroom wouldn't hurt that ambition a bit. He still had a towel in his hand when he walked out into the bedroom.

John was clean and naked in his bed, propped on three of Rodney's pillows, with the other under his hips to elevate his ass. He grinned when Rodney's gaze raked him from head to toe. He made a surprised noise when Rodney pulled the pillow out and fell down, covering John with his body.

"You can" John panted. "Do you want to..."

"Shhh," Rodney said. "Don't talk." He rubbed their cocks together, then found the perfect fit and the perfect rhythm, using his hips to grind John into the mattress. He was a little surprised at John's enthusiastic reaction, but it didn't slow him down.

The catch of skin on skin hurt, but Rodney didn't want to stop for lube, and it didn't seem as though John did either. It wasn't a problem for long. After just a couple of minutes of Rodney practically crushing him into the bed, John came with a low, soft groan. Rodney used the sudden slickness to grind even harder. By the time he finally came, John was writhing under him like he was trying to get closer and get away at the same time.

When Rodney rolled off, John reached for Rodney's discarded towel and cleaned them both up. Rodney stood on unsteady legs and pulled down the blanket and sheet before rearranging the pillows. He got into bed and stared at John until he climbed in. Rodney pulled John's head down onto his shoulder and pushed one knee between John's before falling asleep.