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icarusPastoral Symphony - John/Rodney - R
Rodney's rather doubtful charms first thing in the morning.
John woke to a flood of music, buoying, lush and hopeful, like Christmas morning. Slit-eyed, John took in McKay's alarm clock, which he hadn't known about until just this second. He squeezed his eyes open and shut, scrunching up his face. Music was nice, but first thing in the morning-?
Rodney stood in the middle of his room, conducting, his sort-of-white underwear bagging about his ass.
I confess, it's short, but I rather like this one.
Rodney's rather doubtful charms first thing in the morning.
John woke to a flood of music, buoying, lush and hopeful, like Christmas morning. Slit-eyed, John took in McKay's alarm clock, which he hadn't known about until just this second. He squeezed his eyes open and shut, scrunching up his face. Music was nice, but first thing in the morning-?
Rodney stood in the middle of his room, conducting, his sort-of-white underwear bagging about his ass.
I confess, it's short, but I rather like this one.