Drabble: Shotgun by SM (R)
The door to John’s new quarters shut behind him and Rodney reached for him out of the dark.
“Fuck, Rodney! What are you doing here?” She could be coming any minute.
“You’re an idiot,” Rodney snapped. “You didn’t have to marry her, they can’t kill me-they need me! I want a divorce! I mean, you want a divorce-you want a divorce, right?”
John kissed him. “Yes, Rodney.”
“Thank god.” Rodney jerked John’s pants down and bent him over the bed.
John spread his feet and braced himself. He was going to be feeling this until Rodney forgave him.