It was so strange: he was happy, and he really didn’t know what to do with that.

What he and Rodney were doing right now could barely qualify as sex: Rodney was stroking a hand over John’s chest; he had his head pressed into John’s shoulder and was...sniffing him, breathing him in, making soft, satisfied sounds. John laid a hand against Rodney’s cheek; he found that he was smiling, awash with silent laughter.

He twisted, pulled Rodney’s mouth up to his, kissed him slow and deep.

He would find plenty of things to do with that, in time. Plenty.