"Shouldn't we be worrying about salmonella or something?" John asks dubiously. He eyes the scoop of raw cookie dough Rodney's holding out for him to take. "I mean, there are eggs in that, right?"
Rodney scowls at him, eyes narrow. "Honestly. Would I be eating it right now if I thought I was going to be poisoned?"
John sighs and takes the spoon, leaning in to put his mouth around it. It's grainy and very sweet, and he almost forgets he has to chew until he feels the scrape of a chocolate chip along the roof of his mouth. He must be making some sort of noise, because when he opens his eyes up again - when did he close them anyway? - Rodney's staring at him like a deer caught in headlights, with his cheeks flushed, mouth parted and red.
"Oh," he murmurs.
"Wha - Rodney -" John breaks off with a muffled moan, hands curling in the front of Rodney's shirt as Rodney kisses him and kisses him, tongue chasing the vague taste of cookie dough.
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"Shouldn't we be worrying about salmonella or something?" John asks dubiously. He eyes the scoop of raw cookie dough Rodney's holding out for him to take. "I mean, there are eggs in that, right?"
Rodney scowls at him, eyes narrow. "Honestly. Would I be eating it right now if I thought I was going to be poisoned?"
John sighs and takes the spoon, leaning in to put his mouth around it. It's grainy and very sweet, and he almost forgets he has to chew until he feels the scrape of a chocolate chip along the roof of his mouth. He must be making some sort of noise, because when he opens his eyes up again - when did he close them anyway? - Rodney's staring at him like a deer caught in headlights, with his cheeks flushed, mouth parted and red.
"Oh," he murmurs.
"Wha - Rodney -" John breaks off with a muffled moan, hands curling in the front of Rodney's shirt as Rodney kisses him and kisses him, tongue chasing the vague taste of cookie dough.