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"What were you thinking?" Rodney stormed into John's quarters.
"You read my email."
"Do you know what this kind of rationing will do? We'll grind to a brain pounding, sleep-infested halt."
"Rodney..."
"John." Rodney backed him against the wall. "I thought you liked me."
"I do." John pressed forwards and rolled his hips into Rodney's. "But you've been holed up in that lab for two weeks."
"What! No! You tricked me." Rodney moaned as John kissed him, sucking on Rodney's lower lip.
John slung an arm over Rodney's shoulders and steered him towards the bed. "Whatever works, Rodney. Whatever works."