And here's Rodney's kink, couldn't resist. Still no sex though.

Summary/Rating/Disclaimer – Please see chapter one

Kinks Part Two

John was doing crunches on the floor of their room when Rodney barrelled into his quarters. Startled, he nearly fell over as the mini-hurricane that was his lover stormed around the bed to him.

"Rod-?"

"You were right." Rodney showed no signs he had even heard John's aborted attempt at communication let alone listened to it.

"Of course I was right," John scoffed. Then he paused. "Refresh my memory, what was I right about?"

Rodney flushed. "Well, I may have a little kink, just a little one mind you."

"I knew it!" John crowed.

Rodney glared at him. "Then again…" he continued icily. "It might not be a kink, it's just you after all."

John smiled indulgently. "Rodney, how many people do you think I call 'sir' in bed?"

Rodney looked confused, John shook his head. "None! It's just you. Because I love you."

Rodney turned pink. "Oh… I love you too."

"So…" John flopped down onto the bed. "Are you going to tell me about this kink then?"

Rodney turned a deep red, obviously embarrassed.

"Come on," John cajoled. "It's not like I'm gonna mind, unless it's cheese, we're all out of it…"

Rodney blinked then ignored the comment.

"Rodney…"

"Tair," Rodney mumbled and John frowned, confused.

"Excuse me?"

"The hair," Rodney hissed.

John smirked. "I had a feeling. You were fascinated by it. You either really hated it or really liked it and since you went nuts that time the natives threatened to scalp me…"

Rodney stared. "Oh very clever but for future reference I don't have to be sexually obsessed with your hair to want to stop natives from scalping you."

"Sexually obsessed?" John sounded pleased.

"Yes." Rodney rolled his eyes. "Some days it's all I can think of…" The slight inflection in his voice indicated that he may not be as sarcastic as he probably intended to sound.

"Right then." John rolled off the bed, dropped to his knees and bowed his head. He looked up at Rodney through the strands of hair hanging over his forehead. "We'd better do something about it then, we can't have you getting distracted on missions, can we?"

Slowly, cautiously Rodney moved his hand forwards, running it through John's hair and over his head, allowing the silky strands to catch on his fingers.

Dropping to his knees too Rodney leant forwards and buried his face in the top of John's head. Breathing in deeply and savouring the scent he smiled as he heard John's breath catch.

Oh yeah, John realised as Rodney pulled on his hair lightly, tilting his face so he could kiss him. This was going to be fun.