It was true that Rodney had the biggest brain in two galaxies, but today, John was smarter. John was Einstein; John was Heisenberg; John was a fucking rock star on the international stage of brilliance and Rodney was a groupie hiding in a room service cart, all because John had grabbed Rodney's arm and pivoted, making a move they probably taught in Lt. Colonel school, or gay bars or somewhere that had the effect of putting Rodney on the inside of the door to his quarters and John squarely inside Rodney's personal space.

So far inside that their bodies were pressed together, and Rodney was pressed against the wall and he'd be hard pressed to remember his own name with John's hands on his face and John's thigh between his legs and John's slick, hot tongue slowly mapping the inside of his mouth. Despite the fact that he'd just lost at least twenty IQ points, Rodney was far from stupid. He reacted almost instantly, shoving one hand into the thick, soft mass of John's hair and using the other to capture a handful of ass. The ass he watched constantly, his eyes following the way it moved inside uniform pants that never quite fit, just below a sliver of blue-and-white-striped waistband. It felt good - strong muscle flexing under his hand, so he dug his fingers in, making John groan into his mouth.

Rodney pulled back. "What...?"

"You know what, Rodney."

Four words in a rough growl - Rodney felt each word down on his guts, felt them in the blood pounding in his ears and in his cock and in his chest. Nothing mattered anymore; not the latest disaster or the city's problems or death or terror or Wraith - just bone and flesh and scorching heat.

John broke the kiss and just looked, and Rodney wondered if he looked as wild and turned on as John did. He hoped so, because he couldn't speak - there was no way he could make words out of what was happening in his head. So he just nodded, letting John know that this was okay, that this was wanted and needed. It might not be the smart thing to do, but smart was sometimes overrated.

"Never pegged you for a cuddler, McKay."

"Really? I mean, I'm so approchable and sweet and teddy bear-esque. You really should have figured it out, Major."

"Colonel. And I guess I missed all the signs."

"Well, the fact that we're in serious danger of freezing to death always brings out my snuggly side."

"There is that."

"Hmmmm. You're actually pretty comfortable."

"Not too bony? I get called bony a lot."

"Nah, you're okay."

"You're really warm. And kinda squishy."

"Did you just call me squishy?"

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. It's nice."

"I'm assuming that if we don't die, we will never speak of this again?"

"Damn right."

It wasn't a place that Rodney had ever even hoped to be. Of course, he'd had numerous fantasies about having sex with John, but somehow he was always on the bottom. He rested his forehead between John's shoulder blades and panted, trying to keep it together, trying not to come before he was even halfway inside. Inside John. Inside John's slick, tight ass. Oh, god, he had to stop thinking, or it was going to be over.

John was breathing hard, too - making sharp, airy moans that had started as soon as Rodney slid one slippery finger inside. The moans stayed soft, but changed in pitch as Rodney opened John up, crooking his fingers to flick against the sweet spot, pressing his thumb tight against the soft skin behind John's balls.

Rodney lifted his head and gripped John's sharp hipbones tighter and slid all the way in, then back out without pause, making John's voice crack like thin ice. He waited just a second, then pressed back in, feeling John's whole body shake, the motion starting in the large muscles of shoulder and thigh and flowing outward and down through arms and legs.

"More," John rasped, and Rodney gave him more, unable to deny him anything he asked. More, harder, faster - long glides and short, stabbing strokes - pushing and pulling them both faster and faster toward the edge until they finally came, one after the other, so close that neither could say who was first.

Rodney held John up with an arm across his heaving chest and got them down on their sides on the narrow bed, unwilling to give up his place for even a moment.