SGA John/Rodney, 'Hey, ho, Indiana'toft_froggyJanuary 20 2007, 13:28:11 UTC
"Ow!"
Rodney shot a distracted look over his laptop at John. John glared, and shifted the stupid snapping Ancienty thing over to his other hand so he could suck his finger. "That hurt, McKay!"
"Stop being a baby and hold it still!" Rodney went back to tapping away. "Just a few more seconds for me to get the readouts - there. What?"
John gingerly placed the box on the table, thinking off at it very hard in case one of the weird pincers came out again. "You know, I'd really rather save my injury quota for missions, Rodney."
Rodney waved his hand irritably while staring hard at the readouts.
"Oh, come on, you want me to kiss it better or something?"
"Yeah, why don't you?" John snapped, suddenly pissed off beyond measure with Rodney, the marines who'd beat him up at training, the people on PX-3843 who'd chased them down the gully where he'd sprained his ankle last month, the Genii ambush group who'd left him with the bullet wound in September, the goddamn Iratus bug. He wasn't even forty yet, and he didn't remember the last time he hadn't hurt in some part of his body.
Rodney looked up and blinked, then blinked again, shoved his chair back and said, "Fine, if it'll make you stop complaining."
He marched over to John, so businesslike and I'm-pissed-get-out-of-my-way that John didn't think he was serious, just stood there frozen while Rodney grabbed his hand, examined it clinically, then pressed a kiss to the joint of his finger. His lips were dry and soft, and all the breath went out of John's chest as his whole hand tingled.
"Anywhere else?" Rodney snapped, like he was correcting equations, not holding John's hand, and he looked so goddamned irritated that John couldn't believe that he - that they were on the same page, surely they couldn't be, Rodney was probably trying to freak John out or something, and hell if this was a challenge John was going to back down from.
"Yeah," he said, putting as much hostility into it as he could manage, and pointed to the long scratch just above his elbow, which he didn't even know how he'd got, but it was still red and raw, and no way would Rodney -
Rodney cocked his head to the side, took hold of John's shoulder in a hard, solid grip, leant down and kissed it, dry and careful, then licked right along it, and John couldn't help hissing at the sting and the wet heat of it as it jolted straight to his cock.
Rodney stood up again, and, okay, he was definitely breathing a little harder, and he was holding John's shoulder a little too tightly, like maybe he thought he'd gone too far. John met his gaze squarely.
Rodney said, "Yeah? Anywhere else?" and his voice shook, just a little. John could feel the heat coming off him. His eyes were very blue, and John suddenly realized where Rodney was going, he'd seen this movie, and then his heart stopped.
"Well," he said, his mouth so dry his voice sounded scratchy, but trying to sound sarcastic, clinging to plausible deniability, "My lip still kinda hurts."
"Huh," Rodney said on a sharp exhale, and, oh god, he was going to do it, they were going to do this now. "It does actually look pretty swollen," and he leaned in and kissed John. For a second their lips were pressed together dryly, and it was a weird anticlimax; then Rodney slipped his hand from John's shoulder to the back of his neck and opened his mouth against John's, swiping his tongue over John's sore lower lip before opening John's mouth, pushy and hungry and exactly the way John had known he would be with Rodney, had wanted for so long he'd stopped even hoping for it to happen.
When they broke apart, they were both panting and Rodney looked harassed and turned on.
"What about you, McKay?" John said, keeping his voice as light as he could and holding himself tightly still, so he wouldn't just grab and take, his whole body woken up, greedy and wanting. "Help you with anything?"
Rodney's eyes widened and he looked at John appraisingly, like he was running through a list of possibilities, indexing and organizing them. John shivered. Then he grinned, happy and breathless. "I can think of a few places," he said.
Re: SGA John/Rodney, 'Hey, ho, Indiana'dogearedJanuary 20 2007, 16:46:56 UTC
dafasdflkj OH this makes me happy--happy happy happy!! And the shifting as it turns from annoyance and boys on a dare to something else that's obviously been a long time coming - pushy and hungry and greedy and wanting and happy - heeee so so good! :D
Rodney shot a distracted look over his laptop at John. John glared, and shifted the stupid snapping Ancienty thing over to his other hand so he could suck his finger. "That hurt, McKay!"
"Stop being a baby and hold it still!" Rodney went back to tapping away. "Just a few more seconds for me to get the readouts - there. What?"
John gingerly placed the box on the table, thinking off at it very hard in case one of the weird pincers came out again. "You know, I'd really rather save my injury quota for missions, Rodney."
Rodney waved his hand irritably while staring hard at the readouts.
"Oh, come on, you want me to kiss it better or something?"
"Yeah, why don't you?" John snapped, suddenly pissed off beyond measure with Rodney, the marines who'd beat him up at training, the people on PX-3843 who'd chased them down the gully where he'd sprained his ankle last month, the Genii ambush group who'd left him with the bullet wound in September, the goddamn Iratus bug. He wasn't even forty yet, and he didn't remember the last time he hadn't hurt in some part of his body.
Rodney looked up and blinked, then blinked again, shoved his chair back and said, "Fine, if it'll make you stop complaining."
He marched over to John, so businesslike and I'm-pissed-get-out-of-my-way that John didn't think he was serious, just stood there frozen while Rodney grabbed his hand, examined it clinically, then pressed a kiss to the joint of his finger. His lips were dry and soft, and all the breath went out of John's chest as his whole hand tingled.
"Anywhere else?" Rodney snapped, like he was correcting equations, not holding John's hand, and he looked so goddamned irritated that John couldn't believe that he - that they were on the same page, surely they couldn't be, Rodney was probably trying to freak John out or something, and hell if this was a challenge John was going to back down from.
"Yeah," he said, putting as much hostility into it as he could manage, and pointed to the long scratch just above his elbow, which he didn't even know how he'd got, but it was still red and raw, and no way would Rodney -
Rodney cocked his head to the side, took hold of John's shoulder in a hard, solid grip, leant down and kissed it, dry and careful, then licked right along it, and John couldn't help hissing at the sting and the wet heat of it as it jolted straight to his cock.
Rodney stood up again, and, okay, he was definitely breathing a little harder, and he was holding John's shoulder a little too tightly, like maybe he thought he'd gone too far. John met his gaze squarely.
Rodney said, "Yeah? Anywhere else?" and his voice shook, just a little. John could feel the heat coming off him. His eyes were very blue, and John suddenly realized where Rodney was going, he'd seen this movie, and then his heart stopped.
"Well," he said, his mouth so dry his voice sounded scratchy, but trying to sound sarcastic, clinging to plausible deniability, "My lip still kinda hurts."
"Huh," Rodney said on a sharp exhale, and, oh god, he was going to do it, they were going to do this now. "It does actually look pretty swollen," and he leaned in and kissed John. For a second their lips were pressed together dryly, and it was a weird anticlimax; then Rodney slipped his hand from John's shoulder to the back of his neck and opened his mouth against John's, swiping his tongue over John's sore lower lip before opening John's mouth, pushy and hungry and exactly the way John had known he would be with Rodney, had wanted for so long he'd stopped even hoping for it to happen.
When they broke apart, they were both panting and Rodney looked harassed and turned on.
"What about you, McKay?" John said, keeping his voice as light as he could and holding himself tightly still, so he wouldn't just grab and take, his whole body woken up, greedy and wanting. "Help you with anything?"
Rodney's eyes widened and he looked at John appraisingly, like he was running through a list of possibilities, indexing and organizing them. John shivered. Then he grinned, happy and breathless. "I can think of a few places," he said.
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Oh, that's just lovely!
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You win at life!
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