John was lying on his bed, back propped up against the headboard reading when the door opened. A second later Rodney walked in, threw down a mountain of paperwork onto John's desk, moved swiftly over to the end of the bed and promptly face-planted right into John's cotton-covered stomach.
"mmmph!" Rodney replied forlornly from the depths of John's t-shirt, bringing his arms up to wrap around John's waist and holding on tightly.
John face scrunched up in concern – this wasn't like Rodney - and put down his book. He leaned forward a bit, trying to find an angle where he could see Rodney's face but just that small movement earned him an annoyed little nip above his bellybutton and a grumpy "Stay still," in what John guessed was supposed to be a commanding tone but the force was kind of lost with Rodney still refused to un-bury himself from John's tummy. "You're bony and I just got comfy."
John lifted an eyebrow at that but settled back against the headboard again. He moved his left arm to wrap it around Rodney's shoulders and brought his right hand up to play with the soft strands of Rodney's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.
"You okay?" he asked tentatively.
"Rodney, not that I mind snuggling or anything but umm....what's going on?"
Rodney lifted his head slightly and took a deep breath, letting it out in a melodramatic little sigh before lying back down again; this time with his head lying sideways so that he was facing John's hairy forearm and the desk where the huge pile of papers sat. "I'm old."
Rodney scooted one arm out from under John to wave vaguely at the stack of folders . "They're the new list of ...people I'm supposed to hire. I've been looking at their files all day long and besides the fact that half of the women are named Katie or Jessica and most of the men look like they haven't seen the inside of a barber shop in five years, they're all at least twenty years younger than me! Therefore, I am old."
"You're not old."
"I feel old."
"Rodney, I'm older than you."
"Yes but you spend your life exercising and being healthy and looking hot all the damn time. I'm getting a cottage cheese ass, John!"
"Hey, I like your ass. It's cute."
"I have love handles."
"I like them too."
"I'm losing my hair."
"We won't have to buy so much shampoo."
"hmm...so you keep telling me."
John sighed and hooked his arms up under Rodney's and hauled him up, smiling fondly at him even when Rodney answered the look with a scowl - magnificent even by Rodney's standards. He kept pulling until most of Rodney's weight was laying on his chest and their faces rested a few inches apart - where he could get a good look at him and make a proper damage assessment:
· Eyebrows furrowed – check
· Mouth slanted more than usual – check
· Rodney wouldn't look him directly in the eye – check
· Bottom lip pouched out – check
· Chin raised and head ducked down – check
Yep. Rodney was definitely pouting.
Well, there was only one thing for it.
John grabbed at the aggrieved looking chin and forced Rodney's head upwards then, before Rodney could protest, kissed him squarely on the tip of his nose. "You, Dr. Meredith Rodney McKay," he said, "are the love of my life. I don't care how old or how wrinkly you get, I'm still going to find you attractive. Just because those guys are younger than you doesn't mean your ready for the senior discount but even if it did, that just means we get to do cool stuff for less money.......Rodney, look at me?"
Rodney didn't look happy about it but he did.
"I love you."
Rodney huffed out a breath, clearly meaning 'you're an idiot', but he smiled.
John let his thumb play back and forth across Rodney's cheek for a minute, not saying anything, just looking at him. Damn but John loved him - even when he was acting like a drama queen (maybe then especially). He used the same hand to draw Rodney into a kiss, pressing their lips together softly and letting his body say the things he couldn't find words for: I adore you, you're beautiful, forever.
When the kiss ended, Rodney turned his face away to kiss a trail along the left side of John's jaw, stopping to nibble at his ear for moment, then down the line of his neck until his head was settled against his shoulder. Nuzzling at the skin just above John's neckline he said softly,
"Yeah, I love you too."
John smiled and turned his head to gently kissed Rodney on the cheek. "Yeah," he said, wrapping his arms around him tightly, "cottage cheese ass and all."
Rodney smacked him on the arm.
Summary: "You, Dr. Meredith Rodney McKay," he said, "are the love of my life."