SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17, Part 4lallybrochJanuary 22 2007, 06:09:16 UTC
It was obvious that John was upset, but Elizabeth hadn’t quite figured out at who. Rodney was staring at John, who appeared to be determinedly not looking back. God, Elizabeth recognized that look. She got it all the time from John. She felt a flash of something-sadness,maybe? or sympathy?-for Rodney, who probably had to deal with that look all the time. Rodney seemed to be lost in thought. The bruise around his eye looked darker in the low light of his quarters, the black and purple a little more striking than it had been in the briefing room. The bruise looked weirdly good on him.
Rodney stood up and took a few steps toward John. “Come on, it isn’t that bad. It’s just a bruise.” He rubbed his knuckles. “Okay, a few bruises. But the eye barely even hurts anymore!” He waggled his eyebrows. “You’re just jealous because for once, I get to be the rough trade in this relationship.”
“Don’t,” John snapped.
Rodney flung out his arms. “Don’t what? You’re the one being all weird and silent! Tell me what’s going on right now or I’m going to the lab.”
John gave him a little smirk. “Without pants?”
Without a word Rodney reached over and yanked the pants out of John’s hands. He was halfway to the door before John finally said his name. He dropped the pants and turned around, arms crossed, and glared at John.
John heaved a loud sigh and rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the floor. “I-god. I freaked out, okay? I freaked out when Teyla called and it’s really lame and I’m embarrassed.” Elizabeth felt something twist inside her as her already seriously hurting conscience took another hit. She wasn’t supposed to be watching this. She wasn’t supposed to know private things like this about John, because he didn’t want her to know.
But then Rodney was there, slipping his fingers into the waistband of John’s pants and tugging him close and Elizabeth couldn’t stop watching as John settled against him, familiar and pliant.
“You know I’m always going to encourage being concerned with my well-being, John,” Rodney said as he wrapped his arms around John’s waist. John just snorted. His face was tucked against Rodney’s neck, but Elizabeth didn’t have to see him to know that he was rolling his eyes.
“It’s a little more than that, you know,” he said softly.
“I know. But let’s not talk about it anymore.” Rodney slid his hands down inside the back of John’s pants and grinned. “I was bravely wounded in battle today and I think I deserve a little something.”
John snorted again, but it ended on a gasp as Rodney’s hands moved, squeezing and pulling him closer. John’s hands came up to curl around the back of Rodney’s neck, his thumbs gently caressing the bruises that were smudged around his eye and then they were kissing-not the slow, sweet kisses from the other night, but hot and dirty ones that sent a rush of warmth to pool low in Elizabeth’s belly.
They stumbled back toward the bed until Rodney’s knees hit the mattress and he sat, pulling John down until he was straddling his lap. They both fumbled with John’s pants, pushing them down, Rodney holding his hips as he kicked them onto the floor. Elizabeth watched, transfixed, as John clung to Rodney’s shoulders, gasping into his mouth as Rodney’s hand moved between them. There was a flash of disappointment that she couldn’t see that more clearly, followed quickly by a stab of shame as she reminded herself that she shouldn’t be seeing any of it. But then they shifted slightly and suddenly Elizabeth could see all of it-Rodney’s hand wrapped around, oh god, both of them, moving and stroking them together, kissing and kissing. John writhed against him, moaning low and deep in his throat, and Rodney’s hand moved faster, red-flushed skin rubbing against skin. Then, suddenly, John’s back stiffened and she could see that he was coming all over Rodney’s hand, on the two of them, and Rodney was coming too and it was never anything that she’d thought was erotic before but it was now, god--and they were both shuddering and gasping and melting into each other and-
She let out a shaky breath she didn’t know she’d been holding and closed the window.
Re: SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17, Part 4downloadable08January 22 2007, 06:23:24 UTC
Sneaky Elizabeth! I can't say I blame her, though. I absolutely loved:
“You know I’m always going to encourage being concerned with my well-being, John,” Rodney said as he wrapped his arms around John’s waist. John just snorted. His face was tucked against Rodney’s neck, but Elizabeth didn’t have to see him to know that he was rolling his eyes.
“It’s a little more than that, you know,” he said softly.
Re: SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17, Part 4frantic_allonsyJanuary 22 2007, 14:58:40 UTC
Okay, seriously? That was hot. I absolutely love 'somebody finds out accidentally and watches' fics, and you just KNOW Elizabeth would be all "Ooooh no, I couldn't possibly" and then twenty minutes later she'd be plastered to the screen watching. Plus, I love how your John is just such a guy.
Re: SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17, Part 4barely_beanJanuary 23 2007, 05:07:03 UTC
Oh I love this! I love that it's not just the whole hotness of it that's fascinating for elizabeth (which, man, can we all have that feed?) but the fact that she gets these glimpses into John who just hides from *everyone* and that's like as compelling as anything else. Awesome.
Re: SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17, Part 4thegrrrl2002January 23 2007, 15:17:46 UTC
Oh yes, I totally understand Elizabeth's fascination. I love seeing them through her eyes, especially as she tries to figure out the mystery that is John. Lovely! I liked it a lot!
Re: SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17, Part 4brandinsbabeJanuary 29 2007, 08:07:34 UTC
kjghughah!!!!!
holy. crap. that was so damn good. the whole thing was just incredibly hot. i love seeing that whole aspect of john that no one else gets to see thing. it always fills me with so much glee! i really loved this to pieces! :D
Re: SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17, Part 4ketchupcandyApril 14 2007, 17:44:38 UTC
Feed the author....
That was ....amazing.
I'm not sure what it is about voyeurism that always makes me go *squick!* and leave. I can actually feel myself blush and a part of my brain screams, 'ABORT! ABORT!'. However, with your story - I stayed.
You did something really impressive here. I think it's because Elizabeth is very aware that she's intruding, but unable to resist temptation. You painted a wonderfully human dilemma that any person would be able to empathize with.
Thank you for an excellent story and please - keep writing.
Rodney stood up and took a few steps toward John. “Come on, it isn’t that bad. It’s just a bruise.” He rubbed his knuckles. “Okay, a few bruises. But the eye barely even hurts anymore!” He waggled his eyebrows. “You’re just jealous because for once, I get to be the rough trade in this relationship.”
“Don’t,” John snapped.
Rodney flung out his arms. “Don’t what? You’re the one being all weird and silent! Tell me what’s going on right now or I’m going to the lab.”
John gave him a little smirk. “Without pants?”
Without a word Rodney reached over and yanked the pants out of John’s hands. He was halfway to the door before John finally said his name. He dropped the pants and turned around, arms crossed, and glared at John.
John heaved a loud sigh and rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the floor. “I-god. I freaked out, okay? I freaked out when Teyla called and it’s really lame and I’m embarrassed.” Elizabeth felt something twist inside her as her already seriously hurting conscience took another hit. She wasn’t supposed to be watching this. She wasn’t supposed to know private things like this about John, because he didn’t want her to know.
But then Rodney was there, slipping his fingers into the waistband of John’s pants and tugging him close and Elizabeth couldn’t stop watching as John settled against him, familiar and pliant.
“You know I’m always going to encourage being concerned with my well-being, John,” Rodney said as he wrapped his arms around John’s waist. John just snorted. His face was tucked against Rodney’s neck, but Elizabeth didn’t have to see him to know that he was rolling his eyes.
“It’s a little more than that, you know,” he said softly.
“I know. But let’s not talk about it anymore.” Rodney slid his hands down inside the back of John’s pants and grinned. “I was bravely wounded in battle today and I think I deserve a little something.”
John snorted again, but it ended on a gasp as Rodney’s hands moved, squeezing and pulling him closer. John’s hands came up to curl around the back of Rodney’s neck, his thumbs gently caressing the bruises that were smudged around his eye and then they were kissing-not the slow, sweet kisses from the other night, but hot and dirty ones that sent a rush of warmth to pool low in Elizabeth’s belly.
They stumbled back toward the bed until Rodney’s knees hit the mattress and he sat, pulling John down until he was straddling his lap. They both fumbled with John’s pants, pushing them down, Rodney holding his hips as he kicked them onto the floor. Elizabeth watched, transfixed, as John clung to Rodney’s shoulders, gasping into his mouth as Rodney’s hand moved between them. There was a flash of disappointment that she couldn’t see that more clearly, followed quickly by a stab of shame as she reminded herself that she shouldn’t be seeing any of it. But then they shifted slightly and suddenly Elizabeth could see all of it-Rodney’s hand wrapped around, oh god, both of them, moving and stroking them together, kissing and kissing. John writhed against him, moaning low and deep in his throat, and Rodney’s hand moved faster, red-flushed skin rubbing against skin. Then, suddenly, John’s back stiffened and she could see that he was coming all over Rodney’s hand, on the two of them, and Rodney was coming too and it was never anything that she’d thought was erotic before but it was now, god--and they were both shuddering and gasping and melting into each other and-
She let out a shaky breath she didn’t know she’d been holding and closed the window.
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“You know I’m always going to encourage being concerned with my well-being, John,” Rodney said as he wrapped his arms around John’s waist. John just snorted. His face was tucked against Rodney’s neck, but Elizabeth didn’t have to see him to know that he was rolling his eyes.
“It’s a little more than that, you know,” he said softly.
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*goes back to reread*
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And totally do not blame Elizabeth at all. So understnadable.
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Seriously, though, this was hot and sweet and just right.
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holy. crap. that was so damn good. the whole thing was just incredibly hot. i love seeing that whole aspect of john that no one else gets to see thing. it always fills me with so much glee! i really loved this to pieces! :D
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That was ....amazing.
I'm not sure what it is about voyeurism that always makes me go *squick!* and leave. I can actually feel myself blush and a part of my brain screams, 'ABORT! ABORT!'. However, with your story - I stayed.
You did something really impressive here. I think it's because Elizabeth is very aware that she's intruding, but unable to resist temptation. You painted a wonderfully human dilemma that any person would be able to empathize with.
Thank you for an excellent story and please - keep writing.
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