I couldn't make myself face the angst tonight, or anything else for that matter, so I wrote this instead. :/
Like Morning Bread, John/Rodney (NC17, Nantucket AU, c. 2,200 words)
Note for
dogeared: This takes place the morning after The After-Effects of Sandwiches :>
( The Wagoneer burns, metal and glass, against John's forearms but Rodney burns hotter against his mouth, the desperate, swift slide of his hands over John's cheekbones, through his hair. )
In other news: Massively catching up on comments tomorrow, I hope.
Like Morning Bread, John/Rodney (NC17, Nantucket AU, c. 2,200 words)
Note for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
( The Wagoneer burns, metal and glass, against John's forearms but Rodney burns hotter against his mouth, the desperate, swift slide of his hands over John's cheekbones, through his hair. )
In other news: Massively catching up on comments tomorrow, I hope.