How the Universe Hates John, or Not

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John is good at hiding his emotions. No problem.

Until his team would hit the showers after a mission. Ronon may be the biggest but he could also shower without taking off his clothes and was always the first one out, leaving John alone with Rodney. Naked. Alone. Rodney. He was screwed.

Most days John was able to not look at Rodney and run out of there as fast as possible. Today was not one of those days. Rodney was really excited. Something about ruins and ZPMs. John wasn’t listening. Rodney kept loosing track of actually showering and kept turning to talk. And suddenly John would have an eyeful of naked, wet, soapy Rodney. The universe really hated him.

John knew Rodney was talking but it was all white noise, he kept trying to drag his eyes up to somewhere acceptable but- hair, and pale wet skin, and bubbles, and, and…yeah.

And it wasn’t just his mind not taking orders. No. He closed his eyes and thought unsexy thoughts. Koyla in a tutu. Wraith Queen. Kavanagh in nothing but big red clown shoes. Yeah, that might work. Except Rodney was still there when he opened his eyes, in fact, and this freaked John out to no end, he may have moved closer.

“Colonal? Can you hear me? I was asking you if you could come down to the labs later. We may need your gene. I think it may be a map. There are several points already activated that …”

Yeah, Rodney was closer. He was nearly sharing the shower with John at this point. And the worst part is Rodney either didn’t know he was naked or didn’t care. John cared. He had backed up as far as he could but, unfortunately, had been stupid enough to grab the corner stall and there was no place to go.

And Rodney was still moving. He may have been asking John a question but all John knows is he’s more than half-hard and how can Rodney have not noticed that?  John may cry.

He’s panicking now. And Rodney is leaning closer.

“Sheppard? Seriously, are alright? You don’t look so good. You know I think that thing could wait if you wanna go by the infirmary first.”

John reached out to push Rodney away. He can’t do this to his friend. He needs to get away. He needs distance.

But the moment his palm hits Rodney’s chest he’s frozen again. He didn’t think this out too well. He’s touching Rodney. Skin on skin. And Kavanagh isn’t helping anymore.

And Rodney’s finally doing what any other man, no matter how much they would deny it, would have done minutes ago. Rodney is looking below John’s waist. At his cock. His fully hard cock.

John’s wincing now. All but shaking. But he gathers any remains of courage he might have left, bites his lip, and looks Rodney right in the eye. Rodney looks like someone’s just tried to convince him magic is real. Or Ronon can play prime-not prime. He looks like his world has been knocked upside down. Like he’s just been slapped. John has to get out of here. Now.

He pushes again and Rodney doesn’t fight it. Just lets him grab his towel and run. He keeps running, still kinda wet and definitely soapy, until he reaches his room. He doesn’t remember doing it but thank god he somehow got on some sweats and a tee. He really hopes they’re his.

Back in the shower, his own this time, John sinks down and just sits there under the streaming water until his heartbeat returns to normal and he thinks he may be able to stand again. He rinses off, finds a clean towel, and prays that he can just go to bed now. This day’s been bad enough already.

He hates his life. Can nothing ever be easy for him?

Rodney is there, sitting on John’s bed, when he comes out of the bathroom.  In a towel. And nothing else.

“Ah, John? Can I call you John? I mean, we’re friends and now, well, now…”

“What the hell do you want Rodney? You want me to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again, ok? Just please, don’t report me. I can’t go. I can’t, Rodney.”

“You? You’re just fucked up aren’t you? You really think I would ever use anything against you? Use this against you? I thought you knew me better than that. I thought we were friends. Real friends, not like what I’ve had most of my life. You know what, Sheppard, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let you get this close to me if that’s really what you think of me. I should leave.”

John couldn’t let Rodney go. Not like that. He’d do anything not to hurt Rodney like that.

Rodney didn’t make it far, John can really move when he needs to, and he needs to now. He may have lost the towel on the way.

It was go for it or loose the best thing that ever happened to him. There was no contest.

“Wait. Please, Rodney. I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t care about the air force. I care about you. I can’t go because you’re here. Please don’t make me leave you. I can’t do that, Rodney, I won’t leave you. And I don’t care if we can’t be friends anymore just don’t make me leave.”

Rodney was giving him one of his patented you're-an-idiot-but-I-feel-sorry-for-you looks and John had no idea Rodney could move that fast, because before he knew what hit him he had Rodney’s lips on his and his heart was caught in his throat.

“Idiot,” Rodney murmured against John’s lips, “I’ll never make you leave. I’m an idiot for not noticing, I’m sorry.”

John smiled and kissed Rodney again, “stay?”