1) doesn't John wear his black wristband on that arm?
2) John very carefully, with Rodney's help, adds a knot to his bracelet every time they fuck.
Since coming to Atlantis, he's been through at least six bracelets, each one replacing a string of knots like an ancient calender, marks, promises.
He ignores Rodney's half-whispered jests when they're pressed up against each other in supply closets and hidden 'undiscovered' rooms on Atlantis, when Rodney slides his fingers up the trail of sweat on John's arm and catches his fingers in the rough leather, the knots grazing John's skin like fingernails as Rodney pounds into him like a heartbeat, like the pulse beneath his skin, luminescent in the moonlight.
Rodney will twist his fingers in the cords, rub the knots like he's reading Braille, will say beneathe his breath and in John's ear, in the blossom of John's mouth, 'you are so knotty,' and John will laugh, gasp, laugh.
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2) John very carefully, with Rodney's help, adds a knot to his bracelet every time they fuck.
Since coming to Atlantis, he's been through at least six bracelets, each one replacing a string of knots like an ancient calender, marks, promises.
He ignores Rodney's half-whispered jests when they're pressed up against each other in supply closets and hidden 'undiscovered' rooms on Atlantis, when Rodney slides his fingers up the trail of sweat on John's arm and catches his fingers in the rough leather, the knots grazing John's skin like fingernails as Rodney pounds into him like a heartbeat, like the pulse beneath his skin, luminescent in the moonlight.
Rodney will twist his fingers in the cords, rub the knots like he's reading Braille, will say beneathe his breath and in John's ear, in the blossom of John's mouth, 'you are so knotty,' and John will laugh, gasp, laugh.