It wasn't like Rodney did it on purpose. Not like he actually decided that he was going to pursue Katie Brown just on the off chance that John would get jealous.
Although that is exactly what happened.
And John kinda wants to punch the sweet smile off Katie's face.
So John doesn't really think he can be held responsible for his actions when he wraps his fingers around Rodney's bicep, surprisingly hard under his hand, and pulls him close. Rodney's eyes go wide and his breath escapes his throat in a surprised "umph" and he collides with John's chest.
John spins them then, pushes Rodney hard against the wall and Rodney starts staring at him like he's drunk, mad, possessed or possibly all three.
"uh...Sheppard?" John pushes in closer, slips his thigh in between Rodney's, watching the way Rodney's eyes flutter for a second before coming back, intense, to John.
"Shhh." John hisses into Rodney's ear and Rodney shudders, a full body shudder that John feels in his own body, proving just how close they are. "I don't like her." John says, into Rodney's neck. He pulls back to look in Rodney's eyes, a sick thrill of triumph skitters across his shoulders and down his spine at the confused, far away look in them.
"Huh? Who?" Rodney manages to ask, hips slightly arching into John's, like he's got no choice in the matter.
"Katie." John says and Rodney's suddenly back, eye focused and aware and John regrets opening his mouth. He wants Rodney in pieces under his hands, not aware and stiffening and getting ready to push away.
"Why?" Rodney asks, head cocked to the side slightly and John wants to run his tongue up the length of the exposed skin.
"Cos she's kind of perfect for you." John admits, hiding his embarrassment by doing exactly what he wants and licking the skin of Rodney's neck. Rodney shudders again, hands gripping at John's shoulders.
"And that makes you not like her why?" Rodney asks, genuinely curious although there is something else under the words, something dark and probing and it makes John thrust into Rodney's hips. Rodney gasps, head falling back against the wall with a dull thud, but then his eyes are back, staring straight as John, Rodney's hands, hands which are constantly moving, are still and framed on John's face. "Are you jealous?" John's whole body goes cold, fear grips him and he tries to look away, this whole up against a wall deal suddenly looking like a really bad idea. The fact that Rodney seems to be enjoying it escapes his mind.
"No." He says and Rodney moves his head, catches John's gaze, a small self satisfied grin on his face, like he just figured out something that no one else could.
"Finally," he says, "took you long enough." Pulls John in close and kisses him, pressing their lips together. John surges upwards meeting Rodney with a groan that's swallowed as Rodney's hips jerk.
"Finally?" John repeats, his mouth leaving heated trails over Rodney's neck, skin that tastes like sweat and home.
"Its taken you long enough Sheppard." Rodney replies, fingers tangling in John's hair. He pulls gently but John follows the movement, lifts his head and stares at Rodney in amazement.
"Why didn't you say something?"
"Well honestly John, its more fun this way. Also its ridiculously hot when you go all Neanderthal and slam me against walls." Rodney says pulling John in again for a kiss thats dark, needy and full of promises to be fulfilled in the not to distant future.
"I'm about to drag you to my cave by your rapidly receding hair line." Rodney punches him light heartedly in the arm, scowling briefly before rolling his hips into John's.
"Come on then, Sheppard. Show me what you're made of."
Turns out, Rodney did do it on purpose. The sneaky, manipulative bastard.
