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“Pod racing?” John asks, smiling into Rodney’s kiss. “Pod racing gets you going? It shouldn’t even work. The design is inherently flawed.”
Rodney grunts, shuffling around until he’s draped across John’s lap, thighs bracketing John in on the couch. “I know,” he says, eyes narrowed and practically glinting in the glow from the screen. “I could make it work. I’ve got ideas.”
He’s got his fingers up under John’s shirt, which is always a recipe for absolute disaster because it tickles and leaves John squirming and swallowing down his laughter. It’s almost enough to distract John from the fact that Rodney’s playing dirty.
“Hey,” he says, breathless as he reaches out blindly towards Rodney’s vacated spot on the couch. “Stop the movie.”
“You’ve seen it a hundred times,” Rodney says, sitting back to knock his forehead against John’s. But he’s pulling his hand loose from John’s shirt and reaching over for the remote anyway. “Most people leave the movie on while they’re doing this.”
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