SGA Fic: It's been a while (Lorne/Ronon, PG)
Title: It's been a while
Pairing: Evan Lorne/Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA
Summary: He closes his eyes, just briefly.
Evan isn't sure how exactly he and Ronon started spending time together. But they do. Hand-to-hand here, the occasional meal there, even a movie if someone has something half-way decent. Ronon doesn't talk much. Evan doesn't mind; he's relaxing to be around. So he's not expecting it when, during a late lunch, Ronon slides into the seat across from him and says, "Think Sheppard wants a fuck?"
Evan chokes on his sandwich. Generally, he makes it a habit not to think about if his CO wants a fuck. "Uh. What?" he manages, after a moment.
Ronon shrugs. "Thought I'd ask him. It's been a while."
He closes his eyes, just briefly. "Since you and he fucked?"
"No. We've never done that. I mean me."
Right. That makes - well, not much more sense. "I think it could get Sheppard into trouble. If he said yes. Not that I'm saying he would. You really shouldn't ask."
Ronon sits back in his chair. "Yeah? Military rules, huh? Officer can't fuck his subordinates?"
Evan thinks - momentarily - about explaining the finer intricacies of Don't Ask, Don't Tell to Ronon. Instead, he picks up the other half of his sandwich and says, "Something like that."
Nodding, Ronon shoves away from the table. "Weird. Thanks."
Evan figures - hopes - that's the last he'll hear of it.
*
"Explain the rules to me," Ronon says a couple of days later. He's cornered Evan in a quiet hallway.
"What?"
"The fucking rules. You said Sheppard would say no. Probably. Then I asked Stackhouse."
Oh, Jesus. "You asked Stackhouse if Sheppard would fuck you?"
"No." Ronon looks down at him like he's an idiot. "I asked Stackhouse if he wanted to fuck. Because he's not my commanding officer. And he's pretty good at hand-to-hand."
Yeah, he is. Evan's had a few rounds with him and - wait. "You asked Stackhouse to fuck?"
"Yep. And he said no, and said if I asked again he'd deny we'd had the conversation, and then he told me to go ask one of the Canadians. So I asked the 'gate tech. Chuck. He said he's doing Parrish. They both said no."
Evan wonders, a little wildly, if this is some kind of talk about Ronon's feelings. About rejection. If it is, he isn't prepared for it. And he never will be. "Look -"
"Stackhouse wanted it. I could tell. Why'd he say no?"
"Uh. Military rules."
That just gets him a frown.
"Look, if Stackhouse fucked another guy, he could get discharged from the service. Or demoted. Or worse. Maybe he wanted to, but he figured the risk wasn't worth it."
Still frowning, Ronon asks, "What about the Canadian thing? Don't they care?"
"The rules are different in Canada."
Ronon watches him a few more moments, then turns and walks away.
And that, Evan thinks, will definitely be the last he hears about Ronon's quest to get laid.
*
He's standing in the lunch line the next day when Ronon walks up behind him and asks, "Are you Canadian?"
If Evan were Rodney McKay, he might have jumped and yelled at Ronon for sneaking up on him. If he were Zelenka, he might have dropped his tray.
Thankfully, he's a major in the US Air Force, and he just steps forward and grabs some jello.
*
"When's the last time you had sex?" Ronon asks him, a few days later. They're in one of the lounges, watching some movie about space cowboys. It's not the worst thing he's ever seen.
Evan pretends he didn't hear, and pretends he isn't immediately thinking about that one night with Parrish. "What?"
"Starts to grate after a while." Ronon shifts. "After the first three years I didn't notice it as much. Not like I saw too many people." He looks at Evan. "Lots of people here, though."
Right. Yeah. Evan pushes himself off the couch. "I've got a meeting." He gets out of there as fast as he can. Casually.
*
The next time he sees Ronon, the guy has a slightly smug expression on his face. Shit.
"Hey." Ronon nods at him.
"Hi." He pauses, then asks, "How was the mission?"
"Shot a couple of Wraith."
Evan grins. "So, pretty good, then."
"Yeah. I -"
"Got to gear up," Evan says, because he doesn't need to hear about who Ronon finally found.
*
Two days later, he's naked, he's on his back, his feet are tied together, and Ronon's looking down at him. There's a gun in his hand.
"They took your clothes?"
Evan rolls his eyes. "Nah. I was just hot."
"Yeah. I get like that sometimes too." Ronon crouches down, cuts off the bonds. "Come on. Sheppard and Teyla have the rest of your team."
"Do you have pants?"
"I'm wearing them."
Perfect. "Doesn't seem exactly equal," Evan mutters, and Ronon smirks at him.
"You want me to get naked I can. It's just skin."
*
Later that night - cleared by Beckett, report handed in to Weir - Evan thinks, what the hell. He checks the gym first, but it's empty. The mess is dark and quiet, and Ronon isn't in any of the lounges.
He is in his room. "Yeah?" he asks when he opens the door.
Evan's mouth goes a little dry. It's been a while since he's done this. "Uh. I was thinking. About your offer."
"Offer?" Ronon's brow creases.
"To get naked." He pauses, then adds, "I'm not your commanding officer."
"You're not Canadian."
True enough. He shrugs. "Sometimes the risk is worth it."
Ronon grins, grabs Evan's shirt, and pulls him inside.
Yep. Absolutely worth it.
End
Pairing: Evan Lorne/Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA
Summary: He closes his eyes, just briefly.
Evan isn't sure how exactly he and Ronon started spending time together. But they do. Hand-to-hand here, the occasional meal there, even a movie if someone has something half-way decent. Ronon doesn't talk much. Evan doesn't mind; he's relaxing to be around. So he's not expecting it when, during a late lunch, Ronon slides into the seat across from him and says, "Think Sheppard wants a fuck?"
Evan chokes on his sandwich. Generally, he makes it a habit not to think about if his CO wants a fuck. "Uh. What?" he manages, after a moment.
Ronon shrugs. "Thought I'd ask him. It's been a while."
He closes his eyes, just briefly. "Since you and he fucked?"
"No. We've never done that. I mean me."
Right. That makes - well, not much more sense. "I think it could get Sheppard into trouble. If he said yes. Not that I'm saying he would. You really shouldn't ask."
Ronon sits back in his chair. "Yeah? Military rules, huh? Officer can't fuck his subordinates?"
Evan thinks - momentarily - about explaining the finer intricacies of Don't Ask, Don't Tell to Ronon. Instead, he picks up the other half of his sandwich and says, "Something like that."
Nodding, Ronon shoves away from the table. "Weird. Thanks."
Evan figures - hopes - that's the last he'll hear of it.
*
"Explain the rules to me," Ronon says a couple of days later. He's cornered Evan in a quiet hallway.
"What?"
"The fucking rules. You said Sheppard would say no. Probably. Then I asked Stackhouse."
Oh, Jesus. "You asked Stackhouse if Sheppard would fuck you?"
"No." Ronon looks down at him like he's an idiot. "I asked Stackhouse if he wanted to fuck. Because he's not my commanding officer. And he's pretty good at hand-to-hand."
Yeah, he is. Evan's had a few rounds with him and - wait. "You asked Stackhouse to fuck?"
"Yep. And he said no, and said if I asked again he'd deny we'd had the conversation, and then he told me to go ask one of the Canadians. So I asked the 'gate tech. Chuck. He said he's doing Parrish. They both said no."
Evan wonders, a little wildly, if this is some kind of talk about Ronon's feelings. About rejection. If it is, he isn't prepared for it. And he never will be. "Look -"
"Stackhouse wanted it. I could tell. Why'd he say no?"
"Uh. Military rules."
That just gets him a frown.
"Look, if Stackhouse fucked another guy, he could get discharged from the service. Or demoted. Or worse. Maybe he wanted to, but he figured the risk wasn't worth it."
Still frowning, Ronon asks, "What about the Canadian thing? Don't they care?"
"The rules are different in Canada."
Ronon watches him a few more moments, then turns and walks away.
And that, Evan thinks, will definitely be the last he hears about Ronon's quest to get laid.
*
He's standing in the lunch line the next day when Ronon walks up behind him and asks, "Are you Canadian?"
If Evan were Rodney McKay, he might have jumped and yelled at Ronon for sneaking up on him. If he were Zelenka, he might have dropped his tray.
Thankfully, he's a major in the US Air Force, and he just steps forward and grabs some jello.
*
"When's the last time you had sex?" Ronon asks him, a few days later. They're in one of the lounges, watching some movie about space cowboys. It's not the worst thing he's ever seen.
Evan pretends he didn't hear, and pretends he isn't immediately thinking about that one night with Parrish. "What?"
"Starts to grate after a while." Ronon shifts. "After the first three years I didn't notice it as much. Not like I saw too many people." He looks at Evan. "Lots of people here, though."
Right. Yeah. Evan pushes himself off the couch. "I've got a meeting." He gets out of there as fast as he can. Casually.
*
The next time he sees Ronon, the guy has a slightly smug expression on his face. Shit.
"Hey." Ronon nods at him.
"Hi." He pauses, then asks, "How was the mission?"
"Shot a couple of Wraith."
Evan grins. "So, pretty good, then."
"Yeah. I -"
"Got to gear up," Evan says, because he doesn't need to hear about who Ronon finally found.
*
Two days later, he's naked, he's on his back, his feet are tied together, and Ronon's looking down at him. There's a gun in his hand.
"They took your clothes?"
Evan rolls his eyes. "Nah. I was just hot."
"Yeah. I get like that sometimes too." Ronon crouches down, cuts off the bonds. "Come on. Sheppard and Teyla have the rest of your team."
"Do you have pants?"
"I'm wearing them."
Perfect. "Doesn't seem exactly equal," Evan mutters, and Ronon smirks at him.
"You want me to get naked I can. It's just skin."
*
Later that night - cleared by Beckett, report handed in to Weir - Evan thinks, what the hell. He checks the gym first, but it's empty. The mess is dark and quiet, and Ronon isn't in any of the lounges.
He is in his room. "Yeah?" he asks when he opens the door.
Evan's mouth goes a little dry. It's been a while since he's done this. "Uh. I was thinking. About your offer."
"Offer?" Ronon's brow creases.
"To get naked." He pauses, then adds, "I'm not your commanding officer."
"You're not Canadian."
True enough. He shrugs. "Sometimes the risk is worth it."
Ronon grins, grabs Evan's shirt, and pulls him inside.
Yep. Absolutely worth it.
End