John was gay and scruffy and Rodney wasn't sure the other man was aware of either quality, because he was also kind of inscrutable. And yet still oh so gay. Which was a quality Rodney approved of in military men. John slouched around, all laid-back and lanky, with that lazy little fuck you, sir smile on his face. Rodney wondered how his former COs had been able to put up with it, and how John had been able to get away with it for so long. It was admirable. Plus he had to get laid a lot, looking like that. Every closet case in the military probably left flowers on his bunk and slid notes through his locker door. Rodney only noticed all this gay lankiness about six weeks after they arrived in Atlantis--excusably late, since he'd been busy waking and then saving an city, not to mention saving their lives--but when he did, it occurred to him immediately that his personal odds for nailing a guy like Sheppard had to be improved by the restricted pool of available candidates. He considered the pros and cons of the idea for a while--three, maybe four minutes--before deciding to do him. He'd be doing the guy a favor, after all. Plus he was horny.

Wow, that's fast and bad. But I lay flowers on your bunk!