There were mornings that you put your boots on first, with the world crashing down and blowing up and generally being a pain in the ass. There were mornings that you rolled over and smacked your alarm clock hard enough to send it elbows over teakettles off the nightstand, whining just five more minutes mom into your pillow. There were mornings where you just jumped right out of bed and stood at the window in your boxers and watched the sunrise over an alien ocean. This? Wasn’t any of those kinds of mornings. This was the kind of morning that you snuggled down into soft white hotel sheets and ground your head into the pillow and reached out blindly to pull your lover close to your side, because said lover was still there, he didn’t skulk out in the middle of the night to return to his own quarters before it could become any of those other kind of mornings. This was a morning after, and John Sheppard, newly crowned Lieutenant Colonel planned on milking every drop of pleasure out of it. Rodney was apparently a morning after kind of guy as well, rolling over and burrowing down into John’s side like he’d been doing it every morning of his life. “Coffee?” So much for the sweet pillow talk. John pressed his face against the top of Rodney’s head, breathing in the warm sleepy scent. “Go start the shower and I’ll click it on.” Rodney snuffled against his side, John was positive there was a kiss in there somewhere, then rolled out from under the covers and staggered into the bathroom. John gave him a minute, because guy equals morning piss-on, then kicked the covers off and stretched. He waited until the shower turned on, and then did his own special patented climb out of bed and amble to the coffee pot routine, making a slow circuit around the room and kicking the clothes on the floor into one big pile to be sorted out later. John took care of his own morning piss-on then brushed his teeth before climbing in the shower with Rodney, they might be guys but nobody wanted a what in the hell crawled in my mouth and died morning kiss. So minty fresh shiny teeth and hope to God Rodney made the same decision. “Hey there.” He wrapped his arms around Rodney’s middle, pressing against his back and reveled in the opportunity to do this. Rodney grunted and leaned back, letting his head fall back to rest on John’s shoulder. John reached out and fumbled for the shower gel, squirting a puddle into the palm of his hand then rubbed it across Rodney’s chest. He stroked up towards his neck, thumb caressing the strong line of muscle and tendon, then swept back down to his hip. Over and across and down to the inside of Rodney’s thigh, brushing against his sac and up the swelling length of his cock. “Good.” If his mouth hadn’t been so close to John’s ear, he might not have heard the almost-whimper. John kept the same slow, lazy speed, just his fingertips until Rodney let out a guttural moan. He closed his hand around Rodney’s shaft, still slow and lazy, until Rodney bucked against him. “Please…fuck…too early…fuck…” “So if I dropped to my knees and stuck my tongue in your ass right now?” Rodney cried out once, driving against John’s hand, and came. John held Rodney like that until he pulled away, shaky and glaring at his lover. “That was just evil. I haven’t even had my coffee yet.” He stepped under the showerhead, letting the water sluice away the remains of the soap. “But what a way to start the day!” John bumped his hip against Rodney, edging in on the stream of hot water. “Oh, yeah, I so enjoy starting the day by losing precious vital fluids.” “Somehow I don’t think come is classified as vital fluids.” John bit back a laugh at Rodney’s disgruntled expression. “You’ll be singing a different song when we step through the gate and find a race of aliens that live off that instead of life energy.” Rodney smiled when John blanched and shuddered. “Now that’s evil. Go away.” He swatted at Rodney, growling when he missed. John showered fast; too much time already wasted that he could be spending just enjoying the novelty of this morning, and stepped out of the cubicle to watch Rodney run a comb through his hair. “Think the coffee’s done yet?” Rodney looked at John through the reflection, watching as he smiled and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’ll get it.” And it was just another part of this kind of morning, getting his lover a cup of coffee with just a little sugar and just a little cream and he’d never done it before just like this. By the time he got back, Rodney had wiped off a bigger circle on the mirror and lathered his face. John set the mugs down, watching as Rodney made long careful swipes with the razor. Their eyes met in the reflection, John watched his own hand reach up and take the razor from Rodney and continue shaving him. Then it struck, right between his eyes and under his ribs and just about knocking all the wind right out of his lungs. There was fucking and sucking and rimming and hot sticky blow your goddamn brains out the end of your cock kind of moments. There was fighting and kissing and throwing insults and books and whatever else came in handy kind of times. And there were movie-watching puddle jumper flying diving through the gate kind of moments. But they were all tied together with these kinds of moments. The ones where you didn’t have to talk or do anything besides just be, just touch, just be in the same room together. Just knock the air right out of you bring a tear to your eye and pray that it doesn’t all just explode in your face because it hurts so fucking much and feels so fucking good and if it never stops you’re gonna die a very fucking happy man kind of moments. “I love you.” It was just that kind of morning. |
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