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I tried to post comment porn, only the phone kept ringing, and then the comment limit got exceeded, so I'm going to give you comment going-to-be-porn, in two parts.

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This was how it was supposed to be. John shifted a little closer and sighed. He was so tired. Rodney's conferences seemed to go on forever, and it didn't help that half the time he was bored out of his mind. Though the running, derisive commentary that Rodney underscored every panel and lecture with had lightened the boredom factor considerably. That was as nothing to the Q and A afterwards, where Rodney happily shredded the work of years into little bitty pieces, chewed it up, swallowed it whole, and spat out the remnants, little gruesome clumps of their former selves.

But now, Rodney was asleep, dreaming the sleep of a man who has had more fun in the last forty eight hours than he has in months. He's slumped in a corner of the couch, the laptop churning colors over his face as the screensaver carries on. It's not going to slip, Rodney's got a death grip on it, and for a moment he contemplates just going to bed and leaving Rodney to it. If he didn't think it was cute John suspects he would be kind of peeved.

He'd kind of hoped for something a little more personal out of a trip to Earth. Instead they'd ricocheted from lab to university to conference, Rodney in terrifying form as he left a wake of shell shocked and fuming scientists behind him.

Slowing down would have been nice.

Getting laid would have been nice.

He laughed softly at himself, and shook his head. I knew what he was before I got into this, he reminded himself.

He perched on the arm of the couch and carefully worked the laptop out of Rodney's grasp. He muttered, and an eye slitted open, but John said quietly, "Just me," and Rodney relaxed again.

He'd half been hoping that Rodney would wake up, but if he was really that tired then experience told him that he was infinitely better off letting him sleep. He shut the computer down and paused by the bed, then stripped swiftly and turned the light out.

Experience was over-rated. "Come on, bed," he murmured, and flicked at Rodney's ear. Rodney muttered, one hand lifting vaguely. John grinned and scraped his fingernails down Rodney's stubble. "You're going to hurt your neck sleeping like that."

"If I can sleep at all it'll be a miracle." Rodney grouched, but he shifted a little, sitting up straighter. "Wha'ss time?"

"Late." It wasn't all that late. They'd gotten used to the twenty seven hour day, and to working every hour that those days offered, just to keep a little way ahead. Eleven at night was nothing.

"Hmm." Rodney pushed himself up and staggered a little. John grinned into the dark, "I can see that expression on your face," Rodney muttered, but John's grin just widened.

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