John heard the door open and pushed the cup of coffee towards the edge of the desk without looking up. "Bowties are really very classy," he said.
"Shut up," Rodney said, and grabbed the coffee.
"I'm impressed that you knew how to tie it." John pushed the cap back onto his red pen and leaned back in his chair. "I almost bought you a clip-on."
"That would've just been insulting." Rodney finished the coffee and sat down at his desk. He pulled a stack of papers toward him and started grading, then said, "I looked up instructions online."
"At least you're man enough to admit it." John rolled his chair over to Rodney's desk. It wasn't far to go. If he stretched out an arm while sitting at his own desk, he could touch the arm of Rodney's chair. The office really was too small for two people. "Want to know the best part about bowties?"
Rodney looked up. His pen fell slack in his hand. "What?"
"They're even easier to undo," John said, and pulled apart Rodney's tie.
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"This thing better hide hickeys as well as my Einstein tie does," Rodney said, panting a little.
John dug his teeth into his bottom lip and grinned. His fingers kept tripping over themselves as he reknotted Rodney's bowtie. "Don't worry," he said, and pressed a fast kiss to the underside of Rodney's jaw. "Nobody would believe that anyone nerdy enough to wear a bowtie was actually getting any."
"Gee, thanks," Rodney said. He batted away John's hands. "I've got a class."
"See you later." John leaned back in his chair and started doing up the buttons on his own shirt.
Rodney paused at the door and looked over his shoulder at John. "There's fresh coffee in the pot," he said, and left.
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"Shut up," Rodney said, and grabbed the coffee.
"I'm impressed that you knew how to tie it." John pushed the cap back onto his red pen and leaned back in his chair. "I almost bought you a clip-on."
"That would've just been insulting." Rodney finished the coffee and sat down at his desk. He pulled a stack of papers toward him and started grading, then said, "I looked up instructions online."
"At least you're man enough to admit it." John rolled his chair over to Rodney's desk. It wasn't far to go. If he stretched out an arm while sitting at his own desk, he could touch the arm of Rodney's chair. The office really was too small for two people. "Want to know the best part about bowties?"
Rodney looked up. His pen fell slack in his hand. "What?"
"They're even easier to undo," John said, and pulled apart Rodney's tie.
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"This thing better hide hickeys as well as my Einstein tie does," Rodney said, panting a little.
John dug his teeth into his bottom lip and grinned. His fingers kept tripping over themselves as he reknotted Rodney's bowtie. "Don't worry," he said, and pressed a fast kiss to the underside of Rodney's jaw. "Nobody would believe that anyone nerdy enough to wear a bowtie was actually getting any."
"Gee, thanks," Rodney said. He batted away John's hands. "I've got a class."
"See you later." John leaned back in his chair and started doing up the buttons on his own shirt.
Rodney paused at the door and looked over his shoulder at John. "There's fresh coffee in the pot," he said, and left.
John grinned, and straightened his bowtie.