After kiss number thirty, Elizabeth pulled two bottles of water from the small refrigerator behind her desk and handed them over. John sat up straighter in Rodney's lap and drank most of his down at once. He caught Rodney staring at his throat. John could feel a line of water run from his mouth to his collar.

Rodney drank about half of his own water and licked his lips. They looked like they were getting chapped. John wanted to bend his head and lick them, but that might count, and he was determined not to waste a kiss. Radek tapped his shoulder and handed him a Chap-Stik. John reminded himself to save some of the really good coffee for him the next day. Assuming he could walk the next day.

The balm was warm and soothing on his lips. He rubbed them together before putting on another layer. He passed it to Rodney, who did the same. John took the tube back and tossed it blindly to Radek, who caught it neatly.

John looked down at Rodney. "Position change?"

Rodney smiled. "After this one."

John let himself be pulled down to touch their lips gently together. Then Rodney pulled him even closer. Kiss number thirty-one was all slick lips and water-cool tongues, and John fell into it, thinking that he'd forever get hard at the scent of cherries.