Rating: Not quite NC-17…15 ish.
Summary: John is awake in the middle of the night and finds there are pros and cons to every situation.
Beta: The fabulous, as ever, bluespirit_star.
Authors notes: This is just a middle of the night moment, a glimpse at their sleeping habits, or lack thereof.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just play with them.
Every situation had its pros and cons, John reminded himself, as he lay awake just staring at the ceiling. He should be asleep, he should be resting and recharging - not lying here wide awake in the middle of a relatively peaceful Atlantean night.
On the plus side, Rodney was right next to him. Okay, so Rodney was frustratingly fast asleep, relaxed and contented in a deep slumber that made John itch to poke him and startle him awake - but at least Rodney was here. Sleeping beside him. The bastard.
Rodney customarily slept on his front with his face smashed into the pillow but tonight he was on his side, curled towards John and his fingers had somehow tangled their way into John’s t-shirt and refused to let go.
Rodney in sleep was a sight to behold; still, peaceful, relaxed, warm and unconsciously affectionate – all the things that people, other than John, very rarely saw in him. John gently reached over and ran the back of his fingers over Rodney’s cheek. Well, it was the middle of the night, no one would see him channelling his inner-teenage girl.
So he did it again.
Rodney turned his head slightly in his sleep and let out a sigh. It was that sigh that had a soft ‘J’ sound at the beginning that let John know that even when Rodney was dead to the world, John was on his mind.
God, how he loved that sigh.
Pros and cons, John thought again. Pro – he got to watch Rodney sleeping. Con – Rodney was sleeping. John wanted him awake but at the same time he didn’t want to disturb Rodney’s sleep – well, not really...hmm, he wasn’t exactly convincing himself here. Maybe a little poke. No, that would be wrong, it would be cruel and John valued his hot water supply.
He settled for insulting Rodney while he was unaware and therefore unable to respond.
“You get to sleep while I’m wide awake. You’re a bastard,” John sighed affectionately and slid his fingers into Rodney’s hair.
“You’re b’stard too,” Rodney mumbled sleepily, “you okay?”
“I’m fine,” John smiled, “go back to sleep.”
“Why’re you awake, s’middle of the night?”
“Couldn’t sleep, too busy thinking.”
“Pity that’s never an issue during the day,” Rodney asked, shifting and resettling himself draped over John with his head buried into his neck.
John pinched his ass even as he pulled him closer.
“Seriously, are you okay?” Rodney asked, clearly awake now.
“Yeah, just can’t sleep, you know?” John hmmed contentedly as Rodney’s fingers traced tiny patterns across his chest.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Hell, no,” John spluttered, horrified at the very thought.
“Thank god,” Rodney sighed. “Want me to blow you?”
“Hell, yes,” John grinned.
“That’s what I love about you,” Rodney mumbled as he kissed his way down John’s chest and disappeared under the blanket, “you have a firm grasp of the truly important aspects of a successful relationship.”
“Blow jobs are very important,” John agreed sagely.
“Yes they are,” came the muffled response as Rodney’s mouth moved to take his cock, hot and fast and dirty, just the way John loved it.
“God, Rodney,” he thrust his hips up, pushing himself against that deliciously talented tongue. He could feel Rodney smiling against his skin and taking him in further.
John flung his arms above his head and tugged on the edge of the mattress as Rodney sucked him down.
“Rodney, Rodney,” John panted, he loved it when Rodney just let go and his skill gave in to lust – the result was always spectacularly filthy and, oh god, so hot.
John lost it, thrusting wildly into Rodney’s mouth as his orgasm was ripped from him.
Before John even had time to slump back onto the bed Rodney pushed himself back onto his knees and settled between John’s legs, taking his own cock in his hand.
“That’s so hot,” John grinned lazily.
Rodney threw his head back and shouted John’s name as he came all over the sheets. Moving like collapse was imminent, Rodney gathered up the blanket and threw himself over John, wrapping around him and settling in quickly.
“Comfortable?” John asked as he shoved Rodney to the side and rearranged them, twisting around one another.
“Mmmhmm,” Rodney murmured into his neck, “sleep now.”
“Okay,” John kissed him, gratified when Rodney responded eagerly, even though he was ready to pass out.
“Oh hell, Rodney,” John complained as he stretched his legs out.
“What?” Rodney asked popping his eyes open.
“I have my feet in your wet patch.”
“I hate you,” John told him, “you’re a bastard.”
“Yes, yes, I hate you too, sleeping now.” Rodney pressed a kiss to John’s neck and buried himself back against his shoulder.
John sighed and closed his eyes, sleep already pulling at him. Pros and cons, he reminded himself, pros and cons to every situation.
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