I just keep thinking about little pictures of this. The way John sits hunched forward, feet planted and elbows on knees, holding his beer in his hands, his head tilted in such a way that his adam's apple looks so lickable, and he's watching the race and Rodney's beside him, pink cheeked and hands waving, explaining something.

John's just smiling and smiling, glowing with more contentment by every second, and sometimes he darts a look over at Rodney when he takes a sip of beer and sometimes Rodney's looking back at him, making sure his offering is still being enjoyed and John bumps him with his shoulder and rolls his eyes, because he's never going to make Rodney guess on that account.

Later, since it's not very crowded, John might lean back and stretch his long legs out over the empty riser in front of him, and the long plane of his body is stretched out there. Rodney can't help but look and look and look and gets irritated about it and starts trying to toss peanut shells so they stick in the open collar of John's shirt.

John takes it stoically for awhile and then gathers them up and stuffs them down the back of Rodney's shirt so he can laugh while Rodney bounces around picking them out. Of course he has to help him, and feels for shells through the cotton, teasing them out and down with his fingers because Rodney's too shy to take his shirt off.
If John's hands shake a little while he's doing this, nobody says anything about it, in fact Rodney quits talking at all while John's hands smooth and search over his back, and afterward they're both kind of quiet.

And then something exciting happens on the track and they's standing up shouting and beating each other about the shoulders and everything's okay

It's just so AWESOME.

I do love it. And thank you for the sweetwords, Lass.