Medical Emergency

"You panicked?"

"Yes. I panicked," Rodney said sourly.

Carson looked at him, incredulous. "And you're admitting it?"

"Yes, yes, for once in my life, I panicked. Mark the calenders, it's a red letter day. From now on June 24th will be known as 'Rodney McKay World Panicking Day'—a day that will live in infamy—" Rodney spat. He glared at Carson, but it wasn't one of his more successful ones. It was difficult to look fierce in nothing but your boxer shorts. Especially with a piece of your hair sticking stiffly out to the side like some demented, one-horned goat.

Carson removed the cuff. "Well, your blood pressure is only slightly elevated, as is your pulse, but there are no indications of an allergic reaction. Now, you said you thought you'd eaten something with lemon it in?"

Rodney nodded and hoped that Carson wouldn't question him further. This was where his story hadn't been thought out too well yet.

"And you called for a medical emergency at 1 a.m."

"And at 1:03 I told to you ignore it," Rodney said, going on the offensive in an attempt to confuse the situation. "Honestly, I don't see why you insisted on pursuing this. I told you I made a mistake—" He winced when Carson gave him that disbelieving look again. Carson felt Rodney's forehead.

"No fever, though that's twice you've admitted to being wrong." He peered into Rodney's eyes. "You don't look delirious..."

That's when Rodney caught the twinkle in Carson's eyes and it crossed his mind that Carson might be ragging on him. Then a little smirk appeared, and Rodney knew it.

Carson patted him on the shoulder and Rodney tensed, irritated. He was embarrassed and flustered, and he'd never liked either feeling, let alone having both at the same time.

"All right," Carson said briskly as he packed up his medical instruments. "If you feel the need to panic again, just make sure you do it at a decent hour."

"I'll make an appointment next time," Rodney snapped and rose from his bed. He moved to usher Carson out of his room.

"You do that," Carson said at he opened the door. "I'll leave you to—finish gelling your hair..." He snickered and Rodney grimaced. He closed the door on Carson's laughing face.

Less than a minute later John stepped out of Rodney's bathroom. He wore only a grin and it was much wider than the one that had been on Carson's face.

"Shut up." Rodney threw himself on the bed.

John merely continued to grin.

"It's all your fault, you know."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is. You should have warned me."

Rodney tried to ignore the delectable sight of John's naked body as John padded over and sat down next to him. Irritatingly enough, Rodney automatically made room for him and his thigh landed on a wet spot.

"You shouldn't have overreacted," John shot back. His fingers drew a simple pattern over Rodney's hip and Rodney forced himself not to squirm in delight.

"I didn't overreact. It was a perfectly reasonable reaction to your reactions."

"Oh please. Panicking and calling for a medical emergency?"

"I thought you were having a fit," Rodney snarled.

John rolled his eyes. "I was coming. There's a difference."

"It looked like a grand mal seizure! Maybe next time you could come a little less dramatically."

"Maybe next time you could screw me a little less good."

Rodney frowned. "You know, your grammar is appalling. It's 'less well'—although that's an incredibly awkward turn of the phrase but well is the adverb—wait. You're saying there's a next time?"

John smiled. "Hey, you were very good. I'd even say masterful."

Rodney was silent in shock for a moment. Then he preened. "Yes, well, I've had a lot of practice."

"I came so hard I think part of it hit the ceiling." Both he and Rodney automatically looked up. Sure enough there was a little glob of semen dangling above them. Rodney moved over a bit, out of its way. "Of course, you know where the rest of it ended up—" John trailed off and pointed to Rodney's hair.

Rodney closed his eyes in aggravation. Yes, he couldn't forget that, could he. The humiliation just kept getting better and better.

He felt John's lips brush against his own. "I'd like there to be many more times, Rodney," John whispered seductively. Rodney felt his groin stir again.

"I'd like that," Rodney managed to say as he felt John's hand fondling his rapidly hardening dick.

"Now seems like a good time," John said before he sucked Rodney's earlobe into his mouth. Rodney felt like he was melting from the waist up. From the waist down was a different story though.

"Well, maybe," Rodney said. "Depends if you're going to spaz out on me again," he added, still a little miffed.

"Hey, if it bugged you so much, you could always tie me down," John said jokingly.

When the predatory gleam came into Rodney's eyes, John started to look worried.