Rodney grins. "Wanna go to Polk County and get married?"
John can get off just on the idea of blowing Rodney, Rodney thinks, and he decides to test the theory - the scientific method hasn't failed him yet - on a Friday afternoon when everything is quiet.
Rodney reached over far enough to touch the top of the box that held the sketch where it rested on the floorboard. Leaning back up, he smiled at John. "Any chance you'd like to come home with me and help hang it?"
"Why build something that, you know, kills you if you can't Ascend? Seems like a pretty big design flaw." AU from "Tao of Rodney."
He was up and on the road while it was still dark out, the GTO's tank full, the oil freshly changed, the car washed and waxed and gleaming under the dying streetlights of Bellingham. By dawn he'd cleared the border, Washington State a fading memory in his
John loves the weight of Rodney on him.
Neither of them tend to think about the consequences.
Rodney has a series of notebooks crammed onto two shelves of John's battered bookcase. The oldest one is from Rodney's first year as a graduate student, and most of it's already incomprehensible to people who, well, aren't Rodney.
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