"We met a year ago; we first had sex a year ago," John said, leaning over to rub his hand over Rodney's hip. "That makes today our anniversary."

"No," Rodney said, arching up into the touch. "Shouldn't we count from the time we started...you know..."

John rubbed a little harder. "Going steady?"

Rodney groaned. "God, you're fourteen. I mean from when we decided not to see other people."

John sat up and smiled down at Rodney. "I don't know about you," he said, "but as far as I'm concerned all those things happened on the same day."

Rodney draped his forearm over his eyes and sighed. "Fine, it's our anniversary."

"Cool," John said. "What did you get me?"