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“Of course I’m Mr. Fantastic,” John says, as seriously as he can. “I’m the leader.”
“I would be Mr. Fantastic.” Rodney waves at his head and, presumably, his brain. “You would be the Human Torch—with the fire and the womanizing.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“That’s not what I meant, but sure. You’re hot. The point—”
John kisses him, just a little. “Womanizing?”
Hands flailing, Rodney splutters, “You can’t kiss me to win an argument.”
“Maybe I didn’t do it to win.”
“Well,” Rodney says, staring at John’s mouth, “I guess you could be the Invisible Woman in this relationship.”
—
“Colonel Sheppard.” Rodney’s voice on the radio startles John out of a haze of mission reports. “You’re needed in the Zoology Lab, the one out on the southwest pier. Level four.”
Rodney’s waiting for him when he steps out of the transporter, tapping his foot and looking only a little more impatient than normal.
“Hey, McKay—” It’s all John can say before Rodney grabs his vest and steers him back against the wall. John doesn’t even think to protest as Rodney kisses him, hot and fast and dirty.
“The Zoology Lab?” John asks later.
Rodney shrugs. “We needed somewhere private.”
—
There are forty seconds left in the fourth quarter. Fourth down and forty yards to go and—they’re going for it, the ball is in the air, number 44 catches it and runs it all the way to the end zone.
John’s fist is in the air and he’s yelling along with the crowd. Rodney’s grumbling something or other, but still there, watching another game with John, the fourth this week—and John leans over and kisses him, pressing him back into the couch, laughing and giddy.
“Oh,” Rodney says, blinking rapidly. “I guess that’s one reason to watch football.”
—
The clock on the nightstand is a blurry 0400 as John squints at it. Rodney’s awake, the glow of his tablet soft in the dark.
“What’s going on?” John asks, pushing himself up to find Rodney leaning against the headboard, tablet propped on his knees.
Rodney gestures at his head, his hand turning quickly. “Just, you know.”
John slumps back into the pillows, running his hands over his face. He’s up now.
“Go back to sleep,” Rodney says, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of John’s head.
Closing his eyes, Rodney’s warmth comfortable beside him, John dozes.