[When John's tongue brushes against his lower lip, Rodney's pretty sure his mind short-circuits. It's not entirely obvious whether the response is surprise or something else, something that Rodney can't (and frankly, won't) put a name to. Something slightly dark and buried deep inside himself that thrills a little at the feeling of John's tongue, the way he presses his mouth against Rodney's like he's actually into it, like he wants it. Rodney's never felt that particular thrill with a man, and the fact that it's John Sheppard he's feeling it with leaves him somewhere between relieved and horrified.
So he makes sure all of those complicated twisting emotions are buried deep down inside himself to be re-examined when he has the time and mental fortitude. So, essentially, never again to see the light of day.
When John pulls back from him, Rodney is left huffing slightly for breath, his cheeks pink, his eyes a little wide, and he purses his mouth up as John turns away from him. It's irritating, because Rodney had seen the flush but not had time to translate it, to understand what might be going on in the other man's head.]
Well, obviously, considering... [Reaching out, Rodney shoves against the invisible wall of the bubble.]
What other options are there?
[Rodney's voice comes out sounding rather reedy, maybe a little pleading. This is really not the kind of experimentation he wants to be doing with John and not...well, Sam, or some other gorgeous blonde woman.]
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So he makes sure all of those complicated twisting emotions are buried deep down inside himself to be re-examined when he has the time and mental fortitude. So, essentially, never again to see the light of day.
When John pulls back from him, Rodney is left huffing slightly for breath, his cheeks pink, his eyes a little wide, and he purses his mouth up as John turns away from him. It's irritating, because Rodney had seen the flush but not had time to translate it, to understand what might be going on in the other man's head.]
Well, obviously, considering... [Reaching out, Rodney shoves against the invisible wall of the bubble.]
What other options are there?
[Rodney's voice comes out sounding rather reedy, maybe a little pleading. This is really not the kind of experimentation he wants to be doing with John and not...well, Sam, or some other gorgeous blonde woman.]