The story fits the picture like a glove.
"Rodney grabs him by the scruff of his shirt and hauls him closer, and John comes, laughing, lets himself be pulled and arranged so Rodney's arm is across his shoulders and he's the one leaning into Rodney this time, sun-warm and solid against Rodney's side, and if Rodney has a ferocious expression on his face oh well because the nymphs and Caldwells of the world need to know John's his and do not touch, and John's grinning like he knows it too" Love this, feeling all warm and gooey. Thank you