Jan 25, 2009 20:47
John pulls on the slightly-darker-than-sage button-up and studies himself in the mirror for the thousandth time. This is stupid, he thinks, running a hand through his hair, wondering idly if he has any hairgel around this place...
Hairgel? Really? Rodney knows his hair is always a mess. Rodney has no hair to judge John's for its unruly mess. He's being stupid, and he knows it. He knows it even as he pulls on a fresh pair of BDUs, knows it even as he looks into the looking glass, making it 1,001. He readjusts the tape over his nose, considers taking it off..
Rodney loves him, he loves Rodney. They've been together almost five months. Five months and they've surpassed half his marriage. Five months and they've never been on one proper date.
Until tonight. So maybe it was okay to be nervous. At least a little.
At exactly 0700 he taps on Rodney's door softly after waiting there for two minutes when he realized he was early... "Um, hey," he says when the door opens, praying Rodney hadn't decided to wear his uniform after all.
verse:citrus-free,
device:movie night,
rp:rodney