Rating: NC-17, just to be safe
Warnings/Spoilers: Future Fic
Length: 400 words
Summary: For the mcsheplets Challenge #64: Epiphany
I tied my muse up and wouldn't feed her until she coughed something up. Not going to let her go just yet.
Rodney let himself into their apartment and flipped on a light in the living room. He had thought John would have been back before this. He dropped his laptop on the desk and stepped into the master bedroom to grab clean clothes. He was grubby from working underneath a console most of the afternoon and wanted a shower before dinner.
Movement on the balcony startled him. Stepping back out of line of sight was automatic, habit learned the hard way. With a hand reaching toward his communicator, Rodney sidled toward the balcony to see who might be out there.
"You idiot!" he said sharply. "Scared the shit out of me."
John sat on the balcony floor, ignoring the relatively comfortable chairs, his back in a corner and an empty beer bottle tipped on its side next to him.
Rodney squatted down, wincing at the pain in his knees. Crawling around under consoles never was his favorite activity and it had gotten harder to do lately.
John must have seen the wince, he clambered up and helped Rodney stand.
"What's wrong?" Rodney demanded gently. John hadn't done much solo balcony sitting in the past few years.
"Got the packets on the new squadron the SGC is sending us," John stood at the rail, looking out at the water.
"And....." Rodney prompted.
"I'm getting old," John sighed.
"Okay, even I don't get that jump," Rodney was baffled.
"The Major heading up the squadron is the same age I was when we first came out here," John elaborated glumly. "I'm old enough to be his father."
"You idiot," Rodney said softly, moving in back of John, leaning in and putting his chin on John's shoulder. John reached for Rodney's hand and wrapped it around him.
Rodney wrapped his other arm around John and held him in a firm embrace. It took awhile but he finally felt John relax into him.
"I suppose now isn't the time for me to tell you that Madison's applied to work for us?" Rodney floated casually.
John turned in Rodney's arms and wrapped his own around Rodney. "Really?"
Rodney nodded. "She's finished that PhD program and wants to come here," Rodney announced proudly.
"We're both getting old," John grinned.
Rodney took advantage of the position and drew John in for a quick kiss.
"I need a shower first," Rodney stated, "but after..." He leered.
John really smiled this time, "Never too old to fuck you into the mattress."
"Never," Rodney agreed.
Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are. --Muhammed Ali