John couldn't stop thinking about it. He probably caught himself thinking about it at least a dozen times a day. He'd be doing paperwork or sparring or listening to an after-action report, and his mind would just drift off, back to Rodney's room and the amber light of afternoon and the unbelievable feeling of Rodney's cock in his mouth.

There had to be something in the Uniform Code regarding Air Force officers being utterly preoccupied with cocksucking. Had to be.

He still found it hard to believe that three days before, he'd actually done it. That he had pushed Rodney against the door and dropped to his knees and taken Rodney's thick, hard cock into his mouth. The slight ache in his jaw had faded quickly, as had the soreness of the corner of his mouth, where he'd stretched but not quite broken the skin in his sloppy enthusiasm. But he could still feel the phantom weight on his tongue, taste the salt-and-rainwater on Rodney's skin.

He'd allowed Rodney to avoid him since that afternoon, not wanting to be pushy - well, pushier, but he was starting to figure out that Rodney was sometimes a little slow on the uptake for a genius. He reached up and ran the tips of his index finger and thumb over the corners of his mouth, then closed his laptop.

Time to find Rodney and make a few things perfectly clear.