What John knows: he woke up on the floor. He woke up on the floor of the guest room he and Rodney had been assigned on Terna. He woke up with dried come on his belly. He woke up with aches and pains: his back hurt from the hard floor; his head hurt at the roots of his hair.

And his heart hurt, because - apparently - he'd finally bagged McKay, and he didn't remember one thing about it. Fuck.

What Rodney knows: He had sex. He had sex in the bed that had been assigned to Sheppard and him on Turner or Toner or what ever the hell the name of the planet was. He knows he had sex because his ass hurts, and the sheet covering him has a large, dry, flaky spot on it. He knows a come-stain when he sees it.

Without sitting up, he can see one of Sheppard's feet. The foot looks relaxed, but Rodney knows from Sheppard's breathing that he's awake. He knows what he has to do. He pulls the sheets up to his shoulders, makes a snuffling sound and turns over to face the wall. He knows he has to give Sheppard a chance to escape.

He knows that he's incredibly pissed off, because he can't remember anything.

What John knows: Rodney's awake, but he's giving John an out. He also knows that he's a coward when he takes it.

What John and Rodney don't know: the sex was everything they both could have wanted.

It started when John looked at Rodney from his seat two cushions down. John looked at Rodney and, for the first time in his life, he let his feelings show on his face. Rodney turned and saw. Rodney was completely unable to not show his feelings on his face. They both downed the last of their ceremonial wine and excused themselves from the low table. The chief, Teyla, and Ronon all gave them indulgent smiles as they walked away feigning nonchalance.

They don't know that they barely made it back to their room. They don't know that Rodney pushed John against the back of the door and kissed him, unexpectedly starting with gentle touches. They don't know that it was John who deepened the kisses, that it was John who unbuttoned Rodney's shirt, sending them into a flurry of undressing.

They don't know that Rodney touched John's neck, that he traced the line of John's shoulder, that his hand cupped John's hip.

They don't know that John ran his lips along Rodney's jaw and cheek and eyebrow and the slope of his nose. They don't know that they both laughed. They don't know that John kissed right into Rodney's mouth to steal the laugh away.

They don't know that it was easy. They don't know that there was no awkwardness, that they came together gently and sweetly. They don't know that sweet turned into wild, that John found oil on the bedstand and used it to work his fingers into Rodney, taking his time while they both moaned at the overload of sensation.

They don't know that John laughed when Rodney tried to lead, that Rodney managed to pull John into a kiss and flip them over. They don't know that Rodney put his fingers into John, that he brought John to the edge with just that much, pulling out just before John lost it, making him wait over and over.

They don't know that John flipped them over again, that he slid down and took Rodney's cock into his mouth and sucked him. They don't know that Rodney wrapped his hands in John's hair and pulled just hard enough to make him cry out. They don't know that John pushed his fingers back inside while he was sucking, and that it was so good that Rodney almost forgot to pull John off. They don't know that Rodney came all over John's neck, and that John licked the last of it off the tip of Rodney's cock.

They don't know that John pushed Rodney's knees to his chest and slid inside him - slower than slow. They don't know how Rodney threw his head back and moaned, how John kept his thrusts slow, right up until he couldn't anymore.

They don't know that John made Rodney hard again. They don't know that Rodney jerked himself off and came all over both of their bellies. They don't know that John came with Rodney's name on his lips.

They don't know that they laid in bed, in each others' arms, and talked. They don't know that they confessed to each other. They don't know about "wanted you for so long" and "why did we wait" and "not just one time." They don't know about the words they whispered as they fell asleep.

What John and Rodney don't know: it was real; it was perfect; it was theirs.

What John and Rodney might find out: that they really want to find out what happened.

What John and Rodney do find out: grape juice reverses the effects of the ceremonial wine.