Fic: 14 weeks to go (a Grandview story) Rated R
Title: 14 weeks to go
Series: Grandview
Rating: I’ll say Heavy R for sexual content
Word count: 5,001
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither Stargate Atlantis nor her characters belong to me, if they did, the show would never have been nor would it ever be canceled.
Nathan is mine, however, so take THAT mgm!
Summary: “Pantakes!” Nathan said excitedly.
John chuckled. Pancakes were something Rodney and his infinite wisdom had introduced Nathan to and the boy had never been able to get enough. “Okay,” he said, “pancakes it is.”
John stacked a red rectangular block on top of the green square of the tower he and Nathan were building on the coffee table.
“No, duh duh,” Nathan protested as he took the block away.
“What?” John asked.
“Not red, bwue.”
“Ah,” John conceded as Nathan replaced the red rectangle with a blue square.
John leaned back on the couch, stretching out his belly, and admitted to himself that he’d been too distracted by the slight rolling in his belly to notice that Nathan had made a pattern of red, yellow, green and blue squares. He smiled proudly when Nathan placed a red square on top of the blue one.
John grunted as the rolling returned to slightly painful.
Nathan looked up from where he was apparently looking for another yellow square and asked, “duh duh otay?”
John rubbed his belly and nodded, the rolling had been going from distracting and uncomfortable to slightly painful all morning. “Yeah bud,” he said, “daddy’s fine.” He took a deep breath and sighed it out. “You getting hungry?”
“Yeah,” Nathan replied as he put the next green block on top of the yellow one.
“What would you like for lunch?” John asked as he continued rubbing his belly. The pain was easing up but he wished that Rodney was home to do the rubbing.
“Um…” Nathan said as he thought. John thought Nathan’s thinking face mirrored Rodney’s perfectly.
“Pantakes!” Nathan said excitedly.
John chuckled. Pancakes were something Rodney and his infinite wisdom had introduced Nathan to and the boy had never been able to get enough. “Okay,” he said, “pancakes it is.”
He was struggling to get off the couch when the pain not only returned, but worsened. He dropped back onto the couch with a whimpered grunt and grabbed his stomach.
“Duh duh?” Nathan asked anxiously.
John grunted and blew out a breath.
Nathan poked his lip out as he watched John writhe in pain. He snatched John’s cell phone off the table, opened it and dialed two numbers.
“Dada,” he cried a moment later, “duh duh hurt.”
The next while passed in a haze of pain for John, and then Rodney was bursting through the door.
“John!” He exclaimed as he rushed to the couch.
“It hurts, Rodney,” John said and swallowed hard. “I don’t know what’s wrong.
“Nathan,” Rodney said firmly, “car.”
Nathan scrambled to the door in the kitchen, opened it and ran through the hall to the garage. John was leaning most of his weight on Rodney as they walked to the car. It was all he could do to take the light steps he was taking. He squeezed Rodney’s shoulder in appreciation.
Rodney helped John into the car, buckled his seatbelt and then buckled Nathan into his carseat.
“I don’t know what’s wrong!” Rodney yelled into the phone as they broke speed limits on their way to the SGC. “He says it hurts and from the look on his face he’s not lying. Now stop asking me pointless questions and get ready for him!” He snapped the phone closed and looked over at John.
John took the hand Rodney was reaching toward him.
“Almost there, John. Just a few more minutes.” Rodney told him.
A moment later red and blue flashing lights filled the mirrors and the sound of sirens rang in John’s ears.
Rodney called Jack.
Rodney had to detour around three red lights, pushing their arrival to the SGC back by ten minutes, but when they finally drove through the gate there were several soldiers there waiting to stop the police car.
Sam was also waiting with four nurses and a gurney.
“I’ll take Nathan,” she said as she opened the back door. “Rodney, you go with John.”
“Duh duh!” Nathan called as the gurney was rolled away.
John gathered every bit of strength he had and called to his frightened son,“its okay bud,” he told him.
“Duh duh hurt,” John heard his son’s tear filled voice telling Sam.
John turned toward Rodney where he was rushing alongside the gurney; he reached out and took Rodney’s hand.
“You’ll be alright, John,” Rodney told him. “You both will.” But his tone betrayed his fear.
The elevator ride felt like it took forever, then finally the doors opened and John was pushed out onto the medical floor.
John was lying on his side, clutching his belly with his knees drawn up when Dr. lam rushed over to him.
She ordered the nurses to transfer John from the gurney to a bed and the jostling pulled another painful grunt out of John.
“Turn over, John,” the doctor said as she pulled on John’s shoulder to get him on his back, but John fought her and wouldn’t move.
“John,” she continued, her tone a little firmer. “John you have to turn over!”
Finally she turned to Rodney. “Rodney, I need him to lie on his back.”
Rodney bent and leaned close to John. “John,” he said soothingly into his ear. “Dr. Lam needs you to lie on your back so she can check you and the baby.”
“It hurts, Rodney,” John grunted, “worse than being shot!”
“I know, Caroline will make you better but you have to lie on your back so she can make sure the baby’s alright.”
“Okay,” John said and finally rolled onto his back.
Rodney began running his hand over John’s hair and whispering softly into his ear that everything would be alright.
“AHH!” John yelled when Dr. lam pressed on his stomach.
“This shouldn’t be happening,” Lam said after a moment.
“What?!” Rodney asked frantically. “What shouldn’t be happening?”
“He’s in pre-term labor.”
“He’s not supposed to go into labor!”
“I just said that, Rodney.”
“Well stop it!”
“I need an ultrasound to make sure the baby isn’t in distress.”
“Distress?” Rodney asked, his worry evident on his voice.
“Tangled in the cord,” Lam said.
“Stop talking and do something!” John shouted as he grabbed her arm.
Dr. Lam reached over and powered up the ultrasound machine, then she lifted John’s shirt and pushed his pants below his belly.
Rodney held John’s hand in one of his while the other hand wiped away the sweat on john’s forehead.
John grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as Lam pressed the wand into his stomach.
Rodney didn’t stop whispering. He whispered anything that came to mind, John was sure that he even heard the first seven digits of PI in there somewhere but the pain was too much for him to be positive. Finally the pressure eased a little as Lam removed the ultrasound wand.
“The baby’s fine,” she told them. “Just tired of being cooped up.” She parked orders at her nurses and a moment later John was given an IV.
Immediately his head felt like a balloon and the pain subsided a bit.
“Holy shit, what was that stuff?” he asked.
Caroline said something but John wasn’t paying attention to anything except the soft words Rodney was still whispering in his ear.
Before long the pain became a dull ache and Lam took another ultrasound.
“Alright,” she said, “the labor’s stopped.”
“What the hell was that?” John asked, and was able to pay attention to the answer since Rodney had stopped whispering.
“That,” Lam said, some of the tension had gone out of her voice, “was pre-term labor. According to the ancient database, you shouldn’t have had that or any labor.”
“So why did I?” John asked.
“The only thing I can think in stress, have you been overly stressed lately?”
“He’s a pregnant man!” Rodney snapped, “what do you think?”
She ignored him and asked John, “What were you doing when it happened?”
“Building a block tower with Nathan.”
“When did it start?”
“I don’t know, this morning? I just thought he was moving around a lot.”
“It didn’t hurt at first?”
“No, it was uncomfortable but it didn’t hurt.”
“John, you should have said something. I’d have stayed home from work.”
“Like I said, Rodney, I just thought he was moving around a lot. Believe me, if I had known something was wrong I would have told you.”
“What did it feel like?” Lam asked.
“Like he was doing somersaults in my stomach.”
She sighed and was quiet for a moment. “Have you been very active lately?” She asked finally, “doing more than usual?”
“No, Nathan’s been home with me for the last month or so. I’ve just been taking care of him, cooking for him, playing with him, that kind of thing.”
He inhaled sharply and looked at Rodney. “He’s hungry,” he told him. “I was going to make him pancakes when this happened.”
“I’ll tell Sam,” Lam said.
“He wants pancakes,” John told her firmly.
“Okay,” Lam said and ordered one of her nurses to deliver the message.
“How’s your mood been?” Lam asked John.
“For four of the last six and a half months he’s been stuck in the house with the shades drawn,” Rodney told her, “how would you feel?”
“I’ve been better for the last 10 weeks or so,” John told her. “I’ve at least been able to go into the backyard.”
“Alright,” Lam sighed. “You have three and a half months until you’re scheduled for delivery. Since you went into pre-term labor I’m moving the status of your pregnancy to high risk. That means lots of rest, you don’t have to stay in bed but I don’t want you moving around a lot, and no standing for long periods, which means no more cooking for you. I’d also like you to take baths unless someone is home with you, and then the showers are to be short and quick. Alright?”
“What about Nathan?” John asked. “He can’t go back to daycare, he’s been telling people that his baby brother is in daddy’s belly.”
“Someone will have to watch him, I don’t want you running after a two year old.”
“Who’s that going to be? Everyone we know works,” Rodney said.
“Not Karen. She’s not working right now,” John said.
“Come on, John, we don’t even know her.”
“Ronon Knows her. She could watch him at the house.”
“She doesn’t have clearance to know you’re pregnant.”
“We could get her clearance. It’s either that or you take him to work with you.”
“I can’t do that, there ancient tech there that he’d activate if he touched any of it. Some of that stuff we don’t even know what it does yet.”
“That leaves Karen.”
Rodney sighed. “I just don’t like that idea. I don’t know her well enough to leave her alone with my son and my pregnant husband.”
“The only other option is to send him through the gate twice a day and have someone on Atlantis watch him.”
“He’s never been to Atlantis, and I don’t want him in the Pegasus galaxy with the wraith.”
“Rodney,” John sighed. “We have to do something. No one can take three and a half months off work so the only options we have are sending him to Atlantis every day or having Karen watch him either at our house or at hers. Ronon wouldn’t be with her if she wasn’t a good person.”
“Do I need to remind you of his friends who turned out to be wraith worshipers who tried to sacrifice us to the wraith?”
“No, I remember. They were good people when he knew them. And one of them sacrificed himself to the wraith so we could get away.”
“Yes, but only after he kidnapped Ronon and turned him into a wraith worshiper.”
John sighed and pressed his head back into the pillow.
“We’re talking about our son’s safety, John. Any risk is too great.”
“What are we going to do then?” John asked.
“I’ll take him.”
Both John and Rodney looked toward the door where they saw Jack leaning on the frame.
“Every day for three and a half months?” John asked.
“For as long as it takes,” Jack replied.
“You can’t take that much time off work,” Rodney stated.
“Rodney, I’m a General in charge of the SGC, I sit in my office all day. Occasionally I talk on the phone and I brief and debrief SG teams. I’ll pick him up in the morning, bring him here and drop him off in the evening. He’ll have a great time. I promise not to send him on any missions.”
“That’s the only viable option we have, Rodney,” John said.
Rodney sighed and nodded. “Okay,” he said.
“Now, I’d like to see my son so that he knows I’m alright,” John told Rodney.
“I’ll go get him.”
John watched as Rodney left the room. “Thanks, Jack,” he said once they were alone.
Jack shook his head and went to the side of the bed. “No problem,” he said. “I’ve missed having a kid around, and I gotta admit, I love the little guy even if he is Rodney’s son.”
John laughed and grabbed his stomach.
“You okay?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, he’s kicking.”
“Can I feel?”
“Yeah,” John took Jack’s hand and put it on the spot.
“Whoa,” Jack said through a grin. “Been a long time since I felt that.”
“Maybe it’s time to have another one,” John said seriously.
Jack chuckled.
“You and Daniel are no big secret, and the device is really easy to use.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Something to think about.”
Jack smiled sadly.
A moment later Rodney walked in with a sticky Nathan.
“Duh duh! Tham make me pantakes!” he said happily.
“Yeah?” John asked. “Were they good.
“Uh huh. Duh duh better now?”
“Yeah bud, daddy’s all better.” He reached out his arms and Rodney put Nathan in the bed beside John.
“You were a very big boy for calling daddy the way you did.”
“Duh duh said ‘if duh duh hurt, Nathan calls dada, on one and tic tac toe’, Nathan reminded him of the conversation they’d had a few weeks ago.
“That’s right Nath, and you did a good job. Thank you.” He kissed the top of Nathan’s head.
“Welcome duh duh,” Nathan said. He got to his knees, being mindful of John’s belly. He laid his head on John’s chest and draped his arms over him. He patted John with his little fingers and John wrapped his little body in his own big arms and hugged his hero firmly.
He felt Rodney’s hand on his arm and he looked up at him. The pride he felt was shining back at him through Rodney’s eyes. Nathan had let them know today that they were doing a good job as parents.
~*~
John opened his eyes and sighed. He got up, went to the bathroom then went into Nathan’s bedroom. Since they’d changed the crib into the toddler bed, Rodney had stopped waking him up before he left in the mornings.
John pouted his lips slightly at the sight of the empty bed. After two and a half months, he was back to being alone. He fluffed the pillow and made the bed before going down stairs.
He went into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast and found a note that told him, in bold black letters: ‘NO COOKING!’ He sighed and grabbed the box of cheerio’s out of the cupboard. He was about to pour the milk in when he was distracted by a knock on the front door.
“Come on in,” John said flatly as Ronon pushed past him into the living room.
“You didn’t call me,” Ronon accused.
“I know, Ronon. I’m sorry,” John sighed and shook his head. “I thought you’d be busy.”
John sighed inwardly, he hated feeling sorry for himself or depressed, and right now he was feeling both. He’d thought for a split second of saying ‘because every time I called you before you were busy,’ but he knew that wouldn’t be fair. Ronon had his own life on Earth now, it wasn’t his duty to drop everything at Ronon’s call.
“You’re family, John. I’m never busy,” Ronon said.
That only made John feel worse about what he had just thought.
“Thanks, Ronon.”
“Now, go sit your ass on the couch. Doc said no standing,” Ronon ordered.
“How’d you know that?”
“Rodney called me.”
“Oh.”
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“I was about to have a bowl of cereal.”
“I didn’t ask what you were about to have for breakfast. I asked what you want for breakfast.”
“What? You cook now?”
“I’ve been taking classes.”
“Cooking classes?”
“Yeah, it didn’t seem fair to make Karen do all the cooking. You and Rodney share the cooking.”
“So… when you didn’t come over before-”
“I was in class,” Ronon interrupted him.
“Oh,” now he felt even worse.
“So,” Ronon asked and raised his eyebrows, “breakfast?”
“Well, I’d really love a T-bone steak cooked medium well with mashed potatoes with gravy and broccoli.”
Ronon shrugged, “that’ll take a little longer than ham and eggs, but I think I can manage.”
“Ronon,” John called as Ronon walked toward the kitchen.
“Yeah?” Ronon asked, peeking his head out of the hallway.
“I’m sorry,” he said, meaning both for not calling him and for the way he’d been thinking about him.
“It’s okay, John.”
John smiled weakly at him and let him continue on his way to the kitchen.
John sighed as he sat his empty plate on the coffee table. Not only had Ronon cooked his steak to perfection, he’d cut it into bite sized pieces so John could eat it comfortably on the couch.
“Feel better?” Ronon asked.
“Much, thank you,” John replied.
“No problem.”
John leaned back on the couch, pulled the hem of his shirt as far down as he could get it, and discreetly pushed the waistband of his sweatpants below his belly. “You didn’t have class today?” he asked.
“I called them and told them there was a family emergency. There wasn’t anything important happening today anyway, I can do the reading tonight.
John suddenly got the image of Ronon standing in the kitchen with a chef’s hat perched on top of his dreadlocks and an apron that said ‘kiss me, I’m Satedan’.
“What?” Ronon asked and John realized he’d chuckled out loud.
“Nothing,” John said and shook his head.
“So,” Ronon said, not bothering to try and get John to tell him anything, “what are we going to do today?”
“Well,” John said as he pushed himself up off the couch. “Since you’re here, I’m going to take a shower, I hate baths. Well, unless they’re with Rodney.”
“I really didn’t need that image,” Ronon joked.
“Sorry, you can watch TV or something; I’ll be done in fifteen minutes.” He handed the remote to Ronon as he walked past.
~*~
Ronon was still there when Rodney came home, and still hadn’t left when Jack dropped Nathan off twenty minutes later.
“Ronon!” Nathan exclaimed happily. He wriggled out of Ronon’s grasp, ran across the room to Ronon’s chair and climbed up onto his lap.
“Hey dude,” Ronon greeted him and John smiled at how the ‘surfer’ language John had introduced Ronon to had stuck.
Jack gave Ronon and Rodney his report on all the things Nathan had done that day, including calling the White House when he decided to play with the red phone when Jack turned his back for all of fifteen seconds, having pancakes smothered in maple syrup for lunch and learning a new phrase.
“What phrase was that?” John asked in mock worry.
“Tell daddy what you learned to say, Nathan,” Jack said.
Nathan turned on Ronon’s knee to face John and Rodney. “For cry out loud!” Nathan proclaimed proudly.
“Oh my goodness,” Rodney said from his place on the couch where he sat with John’s head cradled in his lap and one hand absently rubbing John’s belly. “You did not teach my son that ridiculous phrase.”
“Nope,” Jack said, “I didn’t teach him, he picked it up.”
“Yeah, you gotta watch that,” John said. “He’ll pick up anything he hears.”
“D’oh!” Nathan said at the moment and smacked the palm of his hand on his forehead.
John suppressed a smile as he looked up and saw the completely horrified look of Rodney’s face.
“I knew this wasn’t a good idea,” Rodney sighed, “His IQ drops a full point for every hour he’s with Jack.”
“Hey,” Jack said, furrowing his brow, “that’s no way to talk to the man who takes your son five days a week.”
“Oh please,” Rodney huffed, “everyone in this room knows you’d never hurt him.”
Jack looked confused for a moment. “I’m not sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or not, but I’m taking it as one. See you guys later,” he said as he backed toward the door. “And I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and waved at Nathan.
Bye Jack!” Nathan shouted and waved.
~*~
Ronon stayed long enough for Nathan to get tired of sitting on his lap, then he made his way out the door, giving Nathan a light squeeze and reminding John to call him if he needed anything.
At 8:30, John and Rodney were in their bed with Nathan snuggled between them as John told him a story. Then Rodney took Nathan to his own room to tell him another story, and at 9:10 Rodney walked back into their room and snuggled up close to John.
“How was your first day alone?” he asked.
“Haven’t had it yet,” John replied. “Ronon came over this morning to cook me breakfast and just stayed.”
“He cooked?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”
“I know.”
“No pains today?” Rodney asked changing the subject.
“Nope,” John shook his head.
“Good,” Rodney said and put his hand on John’s stomach.
Owen kicked hard at his hand and John grunted.
Rodney chuckled and sat up, he lifted John’s shirt over his belly and put his hand on the bare flesh. He bent and put his mouth close to John’s belly.
“Now you be good in there. Be nice to daddy,” he said and planted a light kiss on John’s belly.
John snorted and pulled his stomach back a bit.
“What?” Rodney asked as he looked at John without moving his head away from his belly.
“You need to shave,” John told him.
“Ticklish are we?” Rodney asked.
“You know we are.”
Rodney got an evil grin and planted another kiss on John’s belly, and then another followed by another. Each as feather soft as the previous.
“Rodney,” John said through a laugh, “you’re killing me.”
Rodney stopped kissing; he moved up the bed, moved one hand to the other side of John and leaned over him, looking down at him. “Well we wouldn’t want that,” he said.
John smiled and reached up to cup Rodney’s face, he pulled him down and kissed him briefly before pushing him away and looking up into his eyes. “I love you,” he said softly.
Rodney returned the smile and dipped his head for another soft kiss. “I love you too,” he said.
They were both silent for a moment, Rodney hadn’t moved, they just looked at each other as if it had been years since they saw one another.
Finally John opened his mouth. “I’d like to make love to you, Rodney,” he whispered.
He’d suddenly realized how long it had been since he’d done that. While their relationship wasn’t strictly top and bottom, John had usually topped before they got pregnant. Since then, Rodney had topped and John missed the pressure of being inside him, he missed filling Rodney completely.
Rodney’s breath caught for an instant and John knew he missed those things too.
“I’d like that too, but it could be difficult with your belly and the doctor’s orders not to stand for long periods.”
“Believe me, Rodney, with the way I’m feeling right now… it wouldn’t be long at all.”
Rodney sat up and looked at John, his eyes were moving up and down John’s body and he recognized the look on Rodney’s face. It was the look he got when he was working on figuring out a problem.
John stayed as still as possible as not to interrupt Rodney’s train of thought, then after several long moments Rodney said; “I’ve got it, I’ve worked it out in my head but there’s no guarantee that it’ll work in reality.”
“If it came from your head, Rodney, it’ll work,” John said both confidently and hopefully.
“I can ride you,” Rodney said, “it may be a little uncomfortable for your belly, but if you want to we can try it.”
“I want to, Rodney. Please,” John whispered, he knew that if he spoke above a whisper his need would crack his voice.
“Okay,” Rodney replied and pulled the lube out of the nightstand.
John bit his lip as he watched Rodney prepare himself. He’d always wanted to do everything for Rodney, he’d never let him do that before and now, seeing it, he had no idea why. Watching Rodney’s fingers disappear into his own body only to reappear a moment later was turning him on as much as watching his hand sliding up and down Rodney’s dick.
John moaned as Rodney pulled his fingers out of himself completely and began sliding his lube slicked hand up and down John’s dick.
“Oh god, Rodney,” John swallowed hard. “You’d better not do that too much.”
Rodney chuckled and pulled his hand away.
John had moved to the center of the bed to make things easier for the both of them, and now Rodney got to his knees and moved to straddle John’s thighs.
“This might not work,” Rodney said.
“Then you can go back to doing what you were doing with your hand, but I want to try.”
Rodney nodded and lifted himself to his feet. He gently moved up John’s body and lined himself up.
John gasped in a breath when Rodney took him in his hand to guide him inside.
John grunted as Rodney lowered himself onto him. It had been long enough for Rodney’s muscles to tighten and even with the preparation, the pressure was almost enough to make him come. John closed his eyes and pulled his lips into his mouth, Rodney seemed to understand because he stopped moving. After a long moment, John nodded, “Okay,” He said and Rodney continued his descent onto John’s cock.
John and Rodney sighed in unison once John was completely inside Rodney.
“You okay?” Rodney asked.
“Oh yeah,” John sighed, “Just, don’t move yet, I want to feel you for a minute.” John closed his eyes and focused his concentration on the feeling of Rodney around him, the feel of Rodney’s thighs on the sides of his stomach, the sound of Rodney’s breathing. Then he couldn’t take it any longer, he gently thrust upwards and Rodney took the hint and began slowly lifting himself off of John and lowering himself back down.
“Oh shit, Rodney,” John breathed, “This is going to be quick.”
“Mmm,” Rodney moaned, “tell me about it,” he said as he started moving faster.
John felt Rodney shift the position of his legs so he’d have more balance, then he felt Rodney’s hands on his stomach, not pressing or rubbing, just sitting there, but that was enough.
Rodney had leaned forward in order to reposition his legs and touch John’s stomach and now John felt Rodney’s dick sliding up and down the sensitive underside of his belly.
“Oh…” John breathed.
“Shit,” Rodney sighed and his eyes rolled back. “Oh, that’s interesting,” he said as he pressed his hips forward a bit more causing more friction.
John put his hands on Rodney’s thighs and began rubbing them from hip to knee. He moaned as the movement of Rodney’s dick became easier as the slick stripe was formed by the liquid leaking from the tip.
His breathing sped up when Rodney’s hands began rubbing small circles on his stomach.
“Rodney…” John warned as he felt his climax speeding toward existence, but before he could say anything else, Rodney grunted and stiffened, and then John felt the heat of Rodney’s come on his stomach.
John came as Rodney’s body squeezed him, and he grunted Rodney’s name.
Then Rodney was beside him, running a warm cloth over his belly.
John sighed and turned his head toward Rodney. “See, I told you it would work,” he said.
Rodney smiled, “Your confidence in me is well founded. I am a genius after all.”
John pulled him into another soft kiss. “Yes, you are,” he said.
John turned over onto his side and Rodney spooned against his back, draping an arm over his side and rubbing his belly. John sighed and leaned back into Rodney.
“I wonder if we should have done that,” Rodney asked softly.
“Too late now,” John said through a smile.
“No, I mean with you having gone into pre-term labor, I wonder if it was such a good idea.”
“Considering that I feel better than I have in months, I’d say yeah, it was a damn good idea. Besides, if it triggered something I’m sure we’d know abou- unh!”
“What!?” Rodney asked frantically as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
“Oh,” John said and shrugged apologetically, “sorry, he just kicked really hard. That’s all.”
Rodney let out an exasperated sigh and flopped back onto the bed. “Don’t scare me like that, John.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to kick that hard.”
“Alright well, get some rest. I think I’ll call off work tomorrow and stay home with you just in case,” Rodney said as the reached over John and turned off the lamp on John’s side of the bed.
John felt Rodney’s stubbly chin as Rodney kissed his temple.
“You still need to shave,” he told him.
“I’ll do it in the morning,” Rodney said and pressed his cheek to the nape of John’s neck and started rubbing his belly again.
John shivered at the whiskers on his neck, and closed his eyes.
TBC…