[John can't remember the last time he's been carried. Not while he was conscious, anyway. He doesn't like to look weak, or feel weak, and he'd always rather stand on his own two feet, but this? Poe's arms around him, supporting him, holding him close, while he's still being wracked with tremors and too exhausted to carry himself? He can't bring himself to fight it.
When Poe had left for the bathroom, John was scared he was leaving. That he'd seen something ugly and changed his mind about him, and John would be left to shiver in a puddle of his own sweat, and break himself out of the spreader bar.
But Poe came back, and kissed him more. Unlocked him, carried him, and John also can't help but look up at him and think "I love this man" and that's even more terrifying than being abandoned, but it's the kind of fear he could get used to, and has had to get used to, with his new family and Atlantis. With finally having something to lose.
His fingers curl into Poe's hair, damp and oily with sweat, and John relaxes against him, as much as he can relax with the powder still electrifying every square inch or skin to skin contact.]
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Date: 2018-03-13 03:35 pm (UTC)When Poe had left for the bathroom, John was scared he was leaving. That he'd seen something ugly and changed his mind about him, and John would be left to shiver in a puddle of his own sweat, and break himself out of the spreader bar.
But Poe came back, and kissed him more. Unlocked him, carried him, and John also can't help but look up at him and think "I love this man" and that's even more terrifying than being abandoned, but it's the kind of fear he could get used to, and has had to get used to, with his new family and Atlantis. With finally having something to lose.
His fingers curl into Poe's hair, damp and oily with sweat, and John relaxes against him, as much as he can relax with the powder still electrifying every square inch or skin to skin contact.]
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