John felt himself being watched. When he looked up at his doorway, Rodney was standing there with a small red packet in his hand. "Hey, Rodney. What's up?"
Rodney walked into the room and held out the red packet. "I didn't understand, before. The subtleties of human interaction are frequently outside my range of understanding. The intricacies of romantic relationships..." He trailed off. "The Daedalus came in a couple of hours ago."
John took the packet from Rodney's outstretched hands. "Yeah, I know. Got about twenty Marines to brief in a couple hours. What's this?"
"An apology," Rodney said softly.
John looked down at the object in his hands. "Peanut butter M&Ms. I love these."
"Chocolate and peanut butter," Rodney smiled. "I have a case of them in my quarters."
"Oh?"
Rodney nodded. "If you want more, you know where to find them." Rodney turned to go.
"Cool."
"I spoke to Elizabeth," Rodney offered, whirling around to lean in the doorway again. "She told me about the rescue mission, and all your hare-brained scheming."
John shrugged. "Yeah, well."
"What I'm saying is that I understand," Rodney said, emphasizing the word. "I get it."
John perked up visibly. "Yeah?"
"What we've been doing..." Rodney trailed off. "There's more to it than... I've been treating it -- you -- like..."
John's crooked smile came slow and easy. "Rodney?"
Rodney blinked at him. "What?"
"Shut up already and kiss me."
"Oh." Rodney once again closed the distance between the door and the bed, nearly toppling John over with the force of the kiss. Perhaps too much teeth, not enough tongue, but it was Rodney and that's all John really wanted anyway. The bag of candy fell forgotten to the floor as Rodney's hands found their way under John's shirt, sliding up along his sides to pull the shirt over John's head. The bedroom door closed.
Once the shirt was flung to the floor in proper bachelor style, Rodney went straight for John's fly, determined to make his apology understood by any and all means necessary. He employed every trick he'd learned that drove John crazy, from scraping his teeth lightly up his shaft, to applying suction to just the head, to that twisty thing he did with his hand while he bobbed his head eagerly. John came with a grunt, and the fingers of one hand laced through Rodney's hair while the other hand twisted in the bedsheets.
Rodney climbed up John's body, resting his head on his shoulder and drawing lazy patterns on his lover's chest with one finger. At least, until he ventured too near John's navel, which resulted in a certain amount of flailing and some very unmanly squealing. John managed to escape what could have turned into a vicious tickle fight and reached over the edge of the bed, grabbing the small red packet. He tore it open and offered Rodney the first piece of candy.
"Peanut butter and chocolate," Rodney said, before eating the morsel directly from John's hand.
"Chocolate and peanut butter," John agreed, popping an M&M into his own mouth. "Now there's a connection I'm not getting."
Rodney laughed, snagging another piece of candy from the bag. "Melts in your mouth..."