moonlettuce | Fifth Verse Same As The Last

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Men Are From Mars, Asgard Are From Othala, part 5

"Oh my god!" Rodney snorted as he all but fell through the doors to John's quarters.

John put his book down and moved his feet out of the way as Rodney flopped down onto the bed. "Rodney?"

"I-- lab-- Kavanagh-- *bald--*" Was all Rodney got out before the laughter overtook him again.

John ran a hand down Rodney's arm. "Babe, calm down and tell me what happened."

Putting a hand over his eyes Rodney breathed deeply, getting his laughter under control. Moving his hand and linking his fingers with John's, he smiled. "Apparently, someone put hair removal cream in Kavanagh's shampoo."

John couldn't stop the smirk that sprang to his lips. "Bald?"

"Totally," Rodney nodded. "He stormed into the science meeting shouting and screaming and accusing me and Radek."

John looked at Rodney, silent question in his eyes.

Rodney shook his head. "Not to blame. Although I wish I knew who was; the sight alone was worth half the month's chocolate ration. Between Kavanagh's apoplexy and Miko offering to read his bumps I don't think I've ever seen anything better."

"Never?" John asked, swinging a leg over Rodney and straddling his body.

"Well," Rodney answered, eyes dilating as John's body rubbed against his, "almost never."

Hermiod grumbled as he watched the video feed from *that man's* quarters. Yes, his Beloved was happy, which Hermiod felt more than made up for the little accident with the flowers and the bee, but he'd also gone straight to *that man*. Absently twisting the cap on the bottle of extra strength hair remover, Hermiod watched as his Beloved ran his fingers through *that man's* hair as their lips met. Maybe it wasn't the hairy man's shampoo bottle he should have chosen after all.

End.