Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Category/Rated: Slash, PG
Year/Length: 2008/ ~458 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, only having fun.
Prompt: Something from Sophmore Slump - involving cuddling, and fluff and minimal angst
Series: High School Heroes
The stars are mostly covered by the clouds, and the night air is more than a little chilly, but Rodney doesn't feel like moving. The engine is popping just a little bit beneath the hood as it cools, but it seems barely audible compared to John's heartbeat, pounding under John's skin.
The remains of the dinner they packed are sitting off to the side, and John's jacket is stretched over both of them, though it isn't really doing very much to ward off the chill. Probably they should be talking about something or another, but right now all Rodney wants to do is stay right here, pressed up against John, watching his breath form little clouds and float up to the sky.
When John shifts, Rodney can't not feel it. He blinks, tilting his head to the side as John shifts up just a little bit. In the pale moonlight, John's eyes shine, and just thinking that makes Rodney feel silly. Doesn't make it any less true, though.
John opens his mouth, then closes it, smiling a little instead of speaking and reaching out to stroke his thumb across Rodney's cheek. John's skin is startlingly cool, and Rodney shivers, reaching up and taking John's hand in both of his, trying to work some warmth back into him.
John says, "Thanks," his voice a little thick, and Rodney just nods, smiling back when John curls their fingers together. John shifts up again, then, blocking out what weak beams of moonlight are making it through the cloud cover, his jacket slipping aside and then sliding down off the hood of the car.
John's lips are a little chilled as well, when John kisses Rodney. Rodney feels a chill down his spine, pulling John closer, wondering how evil it would be to slide his cold hands up under John's shirt. In the end, he does it anyway, grinning when John curses and jerks, just a little bit.
"Oh, is that how it is?" John might be trying to look threatening, but Rodney isn't buying it for a second. At least not until John pulls up the hem of Rodney's shirt, holding Rodney down with one hand and bending over. When John pushes his cold nose up against Rodney's stomach, Rodney squirms, flailing as best as he can and yanking on John's hair.
John just laughs, before pressing a kiss below Rodney's belly button, and maybe he feels the sharp breath Rodney sucks in, because he pauses there. For a long beat they just stare at each other, and then John licks his bottom lip, his eyes so, so dark when he leans back down and lingers over another, much longer kiss.
Rodney tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes shut.
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