Rodney had his hand out, waiting for the bar of soap, but instead of receiving it he got John’s hands on his skin. Rich, thick lather spread slickly up his arm and across his shoulder as John swiped at the remnants of their meal, fingers hitting the ticklish spots he’d located earlier. When Rodney opened his mouth, John intercepted the complaint with a comment of his own.

“Interactive dining, interactive bathing,” He murmured, locating and cleaning away a daub of red on Rodney’s throat. “I think the point is to do this together.”

“Right,” Rodney choked out, wondering if this was the moment at which a team of trained assassins was supposed to burst into the bathing room. John was shifting closer, legs twining in Rodney’s as he tried to maneuver in the bath. It was a close space, barely enough for two adults of their size. The closeness necessitated skin contact and that had to be why John was now sitting in Rodney’s lap, arms wrapped around Rodney’s chest to lather up his back.

John couldn’t have possibly reached that spot on his own body, so Rodney lent a helping hand. Altruism had to have been the motivation when Rodney ran his hands up John’s thighs and around to his ass, making sure to leave behind no trace of sticky, slimy supper. Surely it was only friendly helpfulness that had John tightening his legs around Rodney’s waist, pushing their achingly hard cocks together.

By the time John leaned in and tentatively kissed him, Rodney was sure the Gropmi were the best people in the entire galaxy.

I'm trying to figure out why this is so... mmmmph*flailflail*

Anyway, this all made me happy and giggly and that's all to the good. Thanks!