"I'm not trying to get into your pants, Sheppard. I'm trying to get into your bed." Rodney could have gone home, but it was late and it had been a long day, so after closing he'd just invited himself to crash at John's place. It was close and had a bed - Rodney's two criteria for post-closing on a day when the mall had been completely full of conventioneers who couldn't find the Congress Center with both hands and a seeing-eye dog. He'd said, "Go out the front entrance, turn right, three blocks down, turn left, two blocks over. It'll be the big building in front of you" about a thousand times and was, for the first time in his life, sick of the sound of his own voice.
John relaxes marginally, uncrossing his arms as Rodney trains all of his attention on John's bed. John looks at the bed. Okay, he can see Rodney's point. It's an awesome bed.
"Just sleep," Rodney says. "Anyway, I'm to tired to do anything with you if I caught you."
John turns his head away to conceal his blush on the way to the bathroom. He's halfway through brushing his teeth when Rodney barges in, wearing nothing but boxers.
"If you don't have another toothbrush, I'm using yours," he announces. John rushes to find the other half of the two-pack he'd bought, tossing it to Rodney, who fights the packaging a moment before holding the brush up triumphantly.
Back in the bedroom, John stands nervously to the side of the bed while Rodney climbs in and makes happy little noises as he settles himself.
"For Christ's sake," Rodney says, poking his head out from under the down comforter. "If you want to sleep standing up, that's fine with me, but turn off the light."
John turns out the light, slips out of his sweats and slides gingerly between the sheets, careful not to cross the de facto International Date Line that runs down the center of the bed.
"Seriously," Rodney grumps, turning his back to John. "Your virtue is safe with me. I swear I won't molest you in your sleep. Do you always act like such a blushing virgin?"
John freezes. He can feel Rodney's wide-eyed cartoon blinks - one...two...three. He lets out a breath when Rodney pulls the covers up over his shoulders, just making a little 'huh' noise.