Er…this has a bit of Farscape in it because it is quite possibly my favorite Sci-Fi show of all time but mainly it's just John/Punk silliness with an insomniac Punk and an exasperated John. It is a very, very short little oneshot.

I don't own anyone mentioned in this fic.

John eyed his boyfriend warily. He'd been doing so for the last hour. Mainly because he was pretty sure that his boyfriend had gone crazy somewhere along the twenty four hour mark of absolutely no sleep and marathons of Sci-Fi.

At that particular moment, Punk was staring avidly at the television with bloodshot eyes, his gaze completely focused on the aliens on screen as well as the dude in the leather pants talking to the alien dude in all leather and a Hawaiian shirt.

"…Because I need you to understand that CRACKERS DON'T MATTER!" Punk practically yelled in sync with the dude in the leather pants.

John rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers in front of the man's face. "Punk." He succeeded in gaining Punk's attention, at least for the moment.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow but he'd sank down further into the couch.

"Don't you think you should at least try to sleep again?" John suggested with a hint of exasperation. Punk usually got a bit of insomnia now and then but this was getting ridiculous. Every once and a while, it did kick into overdrive.

"I can't," Punk practically whined at him.

John sighed and stood, pulling Punk with him. "Come on," he said just as leather pants called his not-girlfriend a 'frigid, flat butted, peacekeeper skank'.

"What are you doing?" Punk asked and John had to wonder how he could still have the energy to even stand.

"Trying to wear you out…again." John pushed him down on the bed and then crawled over him. Punk grinned at him and he gripped John's ass, pulling him closer.

"Well, you're certainly not flat butted, are you?" There was a teasing light in Punk's eyes as well as that smirk and John glared down at him.

"Shut up." And then he did shut Punk up with his own lips and with his hands and with other parts of his body.