Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
John licked a stripe up the side of his neck, smirking as Rodney attempted to stifle the moan in his throat. He nipped at an ear and whacked his head against the medicine cabinet door, "How much longer do we have to be here?"
Rodney swallowed before he answered, telling his partner, "Not until after Dad brings out the wine." He bit the tip of his tongue as he zipped his pants, thinking of Kavanagh naked to dull the throb in his temples, "God I hate you."
He stared at John, who looked as cool and calm as when they had first arrived at the whirlwind that was the McKay family Christmas dinner. All four of Jeannie's children had attacked the minute they'd walked in and by the time presents had been opened, more than half of Rodney's cousins had grilled John about their relationship – strictly platonic of course.
Which made it all the more interesting to explain when Rodney leaned against the door, it swung open, and the two spilled out from the small bathroom. They landed in a heap on the oak floor; Rodney's two youngest cousins had moved out of the way just in time to avoid being crushed beneath the men.
Rodney's mother stared for just a second at her son and his friend sprawled on the kitchen floor. Then burst into laughter.