"I don't think I can do this with you looking at me," Rodney says, sitting back on his heels between John's legs.

John scowls. "Are you kidding me? We're finally going to do this and you can't deal with eye contact?"

"It's just..." Rodney looks away.

"Just what?" John tries to sit up, but doesn't quite make it.

"You're blushing. From here to here." Rodney draws his fingertip up from halfway down John's chest all the way up to his hairline.

John's blush intensifies. "You're blushing, too," he says defensively.

"I know," Rodney says. "Roll over on your front, willya?"

"I guess," John says. Before he rolls, he looks at Rodney. "I uh...I might be a little nervous about this."

"Well, yeah," Rodney says. "The fact that you're not hard at all really lets me know your level of interest."

John places his hand on Rodney's thigh. "I'm sorry."

"We don't have to, not if you don't want to," Rodney says, putting his hand on top of John's.

"Oh, we're doing it," John says. "We've just got to find the right way." He scrunches up his face and thinks for a minute. "Got it," he says after a while.

"What?" Rodney is still staring down at John's soft cock.

John just pushes Rodney back and gets them both off the bed and to what is pretty much the only clear stretch of wall in the tiny apartment. He spreads his legs and pulls Rodney between them.

"Suck me off," he says. "That should be suitably distracting."

Rodney slides down John's body, then hesitates and stands again.

"Wha?" John says, but then Rodney is kissing him, and he kisses back. This time when Rodney slides down, he doesn't stop.

John hisses when Rodney sucks him in. His cock is small and soft, the whole thing fits easily into Rodney's mouth, and John moans at the light suction and starts to harden.

"Okay," John says. "That's good."

Rodney pulls back. "Spread your legs more."

John does. Rodney moves his hand up, and John moans - maybe at the cold, and maybe at the hard suction Rodney's giving his cock. He moans again when Rodney moves his hand up farther and lets his fingers brush across John's hole.

"God," John says, and Rodney smiles around his cock before pushing his finger in the tiniest bit. John thrusts forward into Rodney's mouth. Rodney's hand moves away and comes back even slicker and he starts up a gentle slide between John's legs, his fingers stroking over and around, his fingertip dipping slightly in every few passes.

"More," John says. "Suck me harder and put it in."

Rodney increases the suction, the pushes his finger inside John to the first knuckle.

"No!" John says, and Rodney quickly pulls out, sucking John softly in apology. John rubs his hand over Rodney's hair. "It feels weird," he says

Rodney pulls off John's cock. "Sorry," he says. "Maybe we should just quit."

"Just gimme a minute," John says. "It's a lot different than doing it myself."

Rodney looks up at him, gaping. "Oh, my god. You did it to yourself?"

"A little," John says. "In the shower. Just the tip of my finger."

"Oh, fuck," Rodney moans. "John, please."

"Okay," John says. "Okay, do it."

Rodney slurps his cock, and John puts his hand on Rodney's face. He holds on, his fingers wrapped around the curve of Rodney's jaw. When he's really close to coming, he tightens his hand and mutters, "Okay, Rodney. Do it now."

Rodney moans around John's cock, and then rubs a slick finger over his hole. Just as John starts to come, he slides his finger in, slow and gentle. Rodney comes when John does.

As John's moans get softer, Rodney slowly slides his finger out and catches John as he slides to the floor.

"Fuck," John moans feelingly. "That...that was...Jesus, Rodney."

Rodney kisses the side of his face. "Yeah," he says quietly. "It was."

John returns the kiss - soft and sweet - to Rodney's cheek. "I'm doing that to you next time. It's really fucking good."

"Uh, okay..." Rodney sounds hesitant.

John pulls back and grins. He uses his index finger to trace the blush from the midpoint of Rodney's chest all the way up to his hairline.