Written because of sheafrotherdon's bellies celebration.
don't touch the belly!
Rodney's belly twitches as John's fingers slowly dance their way down to the clasp on his pants. "Don't," he breathes.
"Don't do that. I'm ticklish right there. If you do that again, I'll giggle and right now I'm not much in a giggling mood."
"Did you just use the words ticklish and giggle in the same sentence?"
"Yeah, so. No, wait. I didn't. It was two sentences and oh, great. Now you're distracting me."
"Am I?" John whispers as he ducks his head and replaces his fingers with his tongue.
"You know," Rodney rasps as the feeling of John's mouth moving down south causes him to gasp. "This is totally not fair. You should show me yours if I'm showing you mine."
John looks up. "You want to see my stomach?"
"Well, yeah. It's only fair."
John shrugs his shoulders and pulls his t-shirt over his head in one fluid movement. Rodney stares at the line of hair pointing like an arrow under his pants. "There. You happy now? Can we get back to business?"
"Can I touch it?"
"Rodney," John growls. "Just shut up."
"Um, okay. I think I can do that."
"No seriously. Shut up or me and my hairy belly are leaving."
Rodney sits up and grabs John's wrist. "No. Don't go."
John leans down and blows a zurpert on Rodney's belly, ignoring his squirming and squealing. "Wasn't planning on it, Meredith. Now shut up, I mean it."