Wow! That was really well done. I loved the bit with the sticks, absolutely perfect the way John and Rodney taunted one another. And this,
To his delight, John went willingly, maybe even eagerly, all the way into Rodney's room. Once there he pulled his own shirt off and pushed Rodney down on the bed, climbing on top of him and then they were kissing again. Rodney struggled to remove his own shirt, and thought that if this was the result, he was going to knock John down with a big stick more often. Hell, whatever it took to turn him on.
sums the whole thing up perfectly.
But this is my absolute favourite part of the whole story,
John stepped forward, the door swinging shut behind him. He closed his eyes, ducking his head under the spray. "You're telling me it felt all right, even though you're, what, thirty-seven years old and had sex with a guy for the first time?" He wiped his face, blinking the water out of his eyes. So earnest, and Rodney realized his curiosity was genuine. "Yes, John. For some strange reason, sex with you is a pretty wonderful thing." A ghost of a smile. "And you're okay with that." Rodney tried to explain. "Listen. Physics--that makes sense. It's logical. It obeys clear-cut laws. Human nature, not so much. I just go with where it takes me." He picked up the bar of soap from the holder, hesitated, and then raised his head, looking directly at John. "It takes me to you, and that is fine with me. You--you still have to figure out what's fine with you." John seemed thoughtful, and if the wrinkle in his forehead was any indication, perplexed, too.
It's so good to have someone deal with these issues and do it in character.
Thanks for sharing this with us all. I, for one, really appreciate it. *bg*
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Date: 2005-04-08 03:50 pm (UTC)To his delight, John went willingly, maybe even eagerly, all the way into Rodney's room. Once there he pulled his own shirt off and pushed Rodney down on the bed, climbing on top of him and then they were kissing again. Rodney struggled to remove his own shirt, and thought that if this was the result, he was going to knock John down with a big stick more often. Hell, whatever it took to turn him on.
sums the whole thing up perfectly.
But this is my absolute favourite part of the whole story,
John stepped forward, the door swinging shut behind him. He closed his eyes, ducking his head under the spray. "You're telling me it felt all right, even though you're, what, thirty-seven years old and had sex with a guy for the first time?" He wiped his face, blinking the water out of his eyes.
So earnest, and Rodney realized his curiosity was genuine. "Yes, John. For some strange reason, sex with you is a pretty wonderful thing."
A ghost of a smile. "And you're okay with that."
Rodney tried to explain. "Listen. Physics--that makes sense. It's logical. It obeys clear-cut laws. Human nature, not so much. I just go with where it takes me." He picked up the bar of soap from the holder, hesitated, and then raised his head, looking directly at John. "It takes me to you, and that is fine with me. You--you still have to figure out what's fine with you."
John seemed thoughtful, and if the wrinkle in his forehead was any indication, perplexed, too.
It's so good to have someone deal with these issues and do it in character.
Thanks for sharing this with us all. I, for one, really appreciate it. *bg*