untitled john/rodney (g)dogearedJanuary 19 2007, 23:12:32 UTC
It'd been three days, and John's jaw hurt, and they weren't talking about it. He hadn't wanted to hear any stoic warrior crap or, and this was more likely, really, jokes from Rodney about the way he'd slipped on their last mission and hit the icy path face-first. So he'd glowered and gone off to find an ice pack, and nobody had said a word since. The morning after, John had spent a while in front of the mirror, prodding gingerly at the bluish bruise and three jagged scrapes. He'd gotten a bunch of sympathetic glances during the day, and he'd mostly tried to project the image of a guy who'd taken a punch to the face in the line of duty and not a guy who had, you know, tripped. The second morning, he'd looked a little longingly at his razor before hitting the shower. This morning, his jaw had still hurt, and he couldn't even tell what color the bruise was now because his whole cheek was dark with beard growth. Elizabeth had looked at him a little pointedly in the afternoon staff meeting, and he'd spent the rest of it being irritated by how much it hurt to clench his jaw and stifle yawns.
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John answered the door to find Rodney standing there with a pillow and a washcloth, and John smirked (a little-it still hurt to do that) and said, "Are we having a sleepover, McKay?" But Rodney snorted and breezed past him, tossing the pillow on John's bed and heading for the bathroom and calling out "Come on!" when John didn't immediately follow him. He poked his head in to see steam billowing out from where Rodney held the washcloth under the faucet, and then Rodney was steering him with a firm hand on his shoulder and coming at him with the washcloth, and when John flinched back, Rodney said, "Oh, just-I'm not going to hurt you! Just hold still," so John did, and Rodney kept talking as he pressed the hot washcloth gently against John's jaw. "It looked like you hit the ground really hard-I'm surprised you didn't knock yourself out. And I know it has to be driving you crazy-you're desperate to shave, and it's probably really itchy, but you don't want to make it worse, right?" Rodney was looking pretty smug, so John looked up at him and raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you going to shave me, too?" and Rodney reddened and thrust his chin out and said, " I trust you can handle that yourself-and I'm going to want my pillow back in a couple of days," and let himself out.
And if John was really . . . comforted by how ridiculously soft and puffy Rodney's hypoallergenic down alternative pillow was against his smooth cheek that night, and by how much it smelled like Rodney, well, he certainly wasn't going to say anything.
Re: untitled john/rodney (g)moreblissJanuary 19 2007, 23:44:33 UTC
he'd mostly tried to project the image of a guy who'd taken a punch to the face in the line of duty and not a guy who had, you know, tripped. Heeee! Very funny, and then, oh so sweet!
Re: untitled john/rodney (g)melaganJanuary 20 2007, 14:29:14 UTC
Something about that last line just makes me so happy. It's not just that Rodney gave him his pillow to use, but that John is so comforted by it. /happy sigh/
Re: untitled john/rodney (g)beadattitudeJuly 1 2007, 15:54:20 UTC
::squeals happily:: ::also wiggles::
I just know John's going to blush when he gives the pillow back and say "thanks" gruffly, too grateful and crushy to be snarky, and Rodney narrow his eyes and pull him inside. And there will be gentle kisses on his jaw and then not so gentle kisses and maybe a few bites with John pushed up against the wall.
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John answered the door to find Rodney standing there with a pillow and a washcloth, and John smirked (a little-it still hurt to do that) and said, "Are we having a sleepover, McKay?" But Rodney snorted and breezed past him, tossing the pillow on John's bed and heading for the bathroom and calling out "Come on!" when John didn't immediately follow him. He poked his head in to see steam billowing out from where Rodney held the washcloth under the faucet, and then Rodney was steering him with a firm hand on his shoulder and coming at him with the washcloth, and when John flinched back, Rodney said, "Oh, just-I'm not going to hurt you! Just hold still," so John did, and Rodney kept talking as he pressed the hot washcloth gently against John's jaw. "It looked like you hit the ground really hard-I'm surprised you didn't knock yourself out. And I know it has to be driving you crazy-you're desperate to shave, and it's probably really itchy, but you don't want to make it worse, right?" Rodney was looking pretty smug, so John looked up at him and raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you going to shave me, too?" and Rodney reddened and thrust his chin out and said, " I trust you can handle that yourself-and I'm going to want my pillow back in a couple of days," and let himself out.
And if John was really . . . comforted by how ridiculously soft and puffy Rodney's hypoallergenic down alternative pillow was against his smooth cheek that night, and by how much it smelled like Rodney, well, he certainly wasn't going to say anything.
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Heeee! Very funny, and then, oh so sweet!
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*snorfles* This is the John we see on the show - love it. :D
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>he'd spent the rest of it being irritated by how much it hurt to clench his jaw and stifle yawns.<
This cracked me up. Of course John would miss his ability to stifle yawns.
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Oh, John, you big cute dork, you!
And Rodney taking care of him is totally sweet. Yay!
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I just know John's going to blush when he gives the pillow back and say "thanks" gruffly, too grateful and crushy to be snarky, and Rodney narrow his eyes and pull him inside. And there will be gentle kisses on his jaw and then not so gentle kisses and maybe a few bites with John pushed up against the wall.
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