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"You know you don't need to use the lemon to get laid. I'd sleep with you without the lemon hanging over our heads. I mean it's kinda risky having that lemon up there. What if it falls? What if if on the way down it bumps an edge and some juice squirts up in my eye? And then I die. And then you don't get sex anymore. So really, the lemon isn't necessary." Rodney laid back on Bates bed staring at the lemon that was dangling from a piece of rope over the bed.

Bates ignored him and kept doing whatever he was doing over in the corner that Rodney was sure was going to end with him aching in places he didn't even know it was possible to ache.

Rodney wasn't really sure how he got himself into this situation. One minute he's talking to Bates about power and marines and the next thing he knows he's in Bates' bed and there was a lemon hanging over hid head.

Bates really was a kinky bastard. He liked tormenting Rodney with the lemon during sex. Rodney would stop doing this, but Bates was a hot kinky bastard. And sex was sex.

So that's how he found himself, once again in Bates bed. Once again with a lemon hanging over his head. Once again about to have the best sex of his life.