[back on track now, picking up with Jenn's last comment: Right away Rodney's hands are back on John—so much skin...]

He's aching for it too, he realizes, someone else stretched out on top of him, someone who's probably not inclined to write on him with lipstick--maybe not just someone, he thinks, as John slides beautifully under his fingertips, firm muscle against Rodney's palms and broken, halting breath on Rodney's chest.