Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd force them to reveal their relationship…but I don't, so they must keep on pretending.
Warning: AU, slashy sex!
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Click click.
John buried his face further into his pillow to escape the noise.
Clack click clack.
Thrusting his head under the pillow, John mumbled something completely unintelligible. He wasn't even sure if he understood it.
Click click click clack click clack.
The burbled words grew louder, though not clearer.
Clack click clack clack click click click clack.
Growling, John threw his pillow across the room towards the aggravating sound.
Click click click clack click clack clack click click click clack click.
"Rodney, stop that," the words finally enunciated.
Click clack click click clack clack click click click clack clack click clack click.
"Rodney!" John bellowed, putting extra emphasis on the first syllable.
An annoyed voice answered from the next room, "What?"
"Can you please wait until I've gotten up before you start on that damn computer of yours?"
"Oh, I'm sorry…I was just busy saving the world while you were snoring in your bedroom."
"Been fantasizing again this morning?" John asked, rolling out of bed.
Rodney glanced up from his computer screen, "You look like hell. What were you doing last night?"
John didn't answer as he made his way to the kitchen. Something far more important was calling his name. "Mmmmm…coffee." He poured a cup, making sure to leave the tiniest amount in the pot. "Rodney, you want some coffee?"
"That's very considerate of you," he held up his mug, "Sure, I'll take another cup."
Sheppard poured the last few drops of coffee into Rodney's waiting mug, then set the pot beside the latter's laptop. "Good. By the time I get out of the shower, there should be a fresh pot made," John grinned.
"What?"
"You know the rules, Rodney. Whoever finishes off the pot has to start the new one."
"That is completely unfair!"
Shrugging, John smirked at his roommate, "Not my fault, McKay. You're the one who came up with this rule to begin with."
"That's because you would drink the last of the coffee and never make more!"
John nodded, "True. True. However, since you started your little rule, it seems you're always the one who finishes off the pot."
Rodney's eyes narrowed as John raised his coffee mug in salute.
"Rodney!"
McKay innocently whistled as he filled the coffee pot with water…and then neglected to turn off the faucet.
"Ahh! Rodney!"
Having pity on his roommate, Rodney turned off the hot water, only to turn the cold on full blast. Another shriek from the bathroom let him know that the mission was accomplished. Turning the water back off, he raced back to his computer and started typing away again.
He was perfectly aware when John stormed out of the bathroom, dripping wet, and a towel merely held in front of his privates.
"What the hell couldn't wait until I got out of the shower? Was something on fire?"
Pretending to be preoccupied, he merely responded, "Hmm?" careful to keep his eyes on the screen.
"Rodney," John said his slowly.
Yes, Rodney was in trouble now. Looking up, he immediately noticed the red burn mark in the center of John's chest among millions of goosebumps. "How was your shower?"