Rodney McKay knows his kinks. He has a list - a small database, really - so he's not likely to forget something that makes him hard. And, he's thought about it a lot, so he's also not likely to find very many new ones.

These days, every entry in the database starts with "John."

John jerking off. John jerking off for him is near the top. John's such a showman about it, and that little bit of ego is nearly as hot as the way he wraps one hand around his cock - sliding slick with oil, fingers nearly biting into tender skin - and shoves the fingers of the other up his own ass. Almost, because Rodney could write whole texts on how much he likes to see things slide into John's ass - John's fingers, Rodney's fingers, their fingers together, Rodney's cock, the blue dildo, the green plug.

John tied to the headboard. John doesn't give it up often, but when he does, when he lets Rodney wind the belt from his bathrobe around one wrist and an ugly tie around the other and tie him to the carved wooden spindles, he really gives it up. When he finally surrenders, he goes down hard, and it makes Rodney weak at the knees to own such beauty, even for just a little while.

John sucking his cock. Rodney will strain every muscle in his neck and back to watch his own cock fill John's mouth. To look down and see wet, stretched lips and the dark crescents of John's eyelashes against his cheekbones and feel the hot, tight, wet suction - well, that's as close as Rodney McKay's ever going to get to heaven.

But this - this is completely unexpected. He never thought he'd be turned on by John standing in the kitchen bitching at the dog. "What part of 'you peed on the floor so you don't get a treat' don't you get?" isn't supposed to be a phrase that makes Rodney want to be the one to sit up and beg, but it does. Maybe it's the fact that they're finally safe. Maybe it's the fact that they're finally together. Maybe it's the fact that they're finally home.

Rodney makes a mental note to update the database.