[The kiss helps. Not enough to make the walk down the hallway and into the kitchen any less painful, or shameful, but as much as John wants to turn tail and run, it's a walk he has to make.
John enters the kitchen fully dressed, as if that might undo some of his earlier nakedness, and starts making coffee. Strong coffee. He'd be tempted to slip some whiskey into it, if he and Poe wouldn't be going back to work in a couple hours.]
His name's Poe. He's on the shuttle team. We're... co-pilots.
[That's one word for it. Truthfully, John has no idea what they are. If they're anything. They haven't talked about it yet. John doesn't know if they will. Talking isn't something John does a lot of, pre or postcoital, but he doesn't have a lot of sex with people he knows well enough to want to talk to, either.
John scrubs his hand over his jaw. He needs to shave sometime before before work. So much for a shared shower.]
I'm sorry, Rodney. I didn't think you'd be back before noon. I'll hang a sock next time.
[Assuming there ever is a next time. This doesn't exactly bode well for the future of whatever it is that's going on between him and Poe.]
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Date: 2018-01-28 07:24 pm (UTC)[The kiss helps. Not enough to make the walk down the hallway and into the kitchen any less painful, or shameful, but as much as John wants to turn tail and run, it's a walk he has to make.
John enters the kitchen fully dressed, as if that might undo some of his earlier nakedness, and starts making coffee. Strong coffee. He'd be tempted to slip some whiskey into it, if he and Poe wouldn't be going back to work in a couple hours.]
His name's Poe. He's on the shuttle team. We're... co-pilots.
[That's one word for it. Truthfully, John has no idea what they are. If they're anything. They haven't talked about it yet. John doesn't know if they will. Talking isn't something John does a lot of, pre or postcoital, but he doesn't have a lot of sex with people he knows well enough to want to talk to, either.
John scrubs his hand over his jaw. He needs to shave sometime before before work. So much for a shared shower.]
I'm sorry, Rodney. I didn't think you'd be back before noon. I'll hang a sock next time.
[Assuming there ever is a next time. This doesn't exactly bode well for the future of whatever it is that's going on between him and Poe.]
Wait, you wanted herbal tea or something, right?