A Beginner's Guide to Interplanetary Economic Policy, 633 words, no spoilers
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A Beginner's Guide to Interplanetary Economic Policy

It happens every time they go to M7A-1A1, and they go there pretty often, so they’ve all gotten used to it. They usually go in this order:

1) Rodney kisses Teyla; Ronon kisses John.
2) Teyla kisses John; Ronon kisses Rodney.
3) Teyla kisses Ronon; John kisses Rodney.
4) John, Teyla, Rodney and Ronon take turns kissing Tlyell, the guy who runs this coalition of towns near the stargate on M7A-1A1. He’s very thorough and very dedicated to the socioeconomic process (as laid out in their ancient laws of making out with strangers for sound political reasons).

And hell, they’ve all been through a lot together, so this is almost nice, like going to camp and playing silly games, like taking a little break from running and killing and dying. After the third or fourth time, they start to get goofy with it, shouldering each other aside and grabbing each others’ chins proprietarily. Teyla offers a sharp, courteous bow and a sly smile as she steps away from Rodney and toward John; Rodney licks his lips lasciviously and waggles his eyebrows as he grabs John by the ears and plants one on him. Sometimes they do it wet and messy, like movie-star kisses, flamboyant with ridiculous noises, and sometimes they slip each other some tongue just to be assholes. Ronon has a habit of bending John backwards until he has no choice – no choice! – but to raise one foot in the air and point his toe while clutching, womanish, at Ronon’s broad back.

Even Tlyell isn’t bad, as far as these things go. John’s gotten used to watching him share soft, familiar kisses with his legislative assembly (usually nine or ten people, which means something like forty kisses on their side each time). He smells really good – they make soap in his town – and slips John a little more tongue on each subsequent visit, which, as long as it leads to better trade relations, is fine with him. All in a day’s work.

So John doesn’t know why this visit – probably their tenth since they got to the Pegasus galaxy – should be any different, but it is. He’s felt Rodney’s lips on his and Rodney’s hands on his neck or back almost a dozen times, but it’s this time that matters, suddenly, something shifting and clicking in John’s brain as Rodney’s hand tangles in his hair. John’s making out with Rodney just like any other normal day, but this is the day that makes a difference: he tilts his head and Rodney’s tongue runs against his lips and he thinks, huh.

When he pulls back, he’s relieved to see Rodney cock his head and smile slightly, pleased and puzzled. John feels his own mouth spread into a full grin in response. Impetuously, he gives Rodney a little wink followed by an air-kiss, pursing his lips and smacking the air between them. Rodney chuckles, looking happier than John’s ever seen him, and for just a second John feels like his heart could beat right out of his goddamn chest. Then he turns to stick his tongue in Tlyell’s mouth, back to business.

Later that day, after bringing all kinds of linens and vegetables and hygiene products back to Atlantis, John strolls by Rodney’s room. Rodney’s sitting at his desk, typing into his laptop.

“What’s up,” John says, nodding affably.

“Not a lot,” Rodney answers. He swivels in his chair, stands up, and walks across the room to where John’s standing by the door.

They kiss for a while, slow and soft, with little teasing bites. They’re good at it: they’ve had all that practice, after all. Later, they have sex, and even though that’s new territory and goes a little less smoothly, they agree to work on it together.