Fic: For the Next Ten Minutes
Title: For the Next Ten Minutes
Author: Macky
Genre: pre-slash
Rating: G
Word Count: 359
Summary: John just needs Rodney, for the next ten minutes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything at all, much less anything related to the boys.
Author’s Notes: Title comes from "The Last Five Years," a musical by Jason Robert Brown. I wanted to write a 100 word drabble based on that. I got close.
The knock at his door was not unexpected, but Rodney had been hoping to avoid it tonight. He was tired, still sore from the ministrations of the day. The mission had, as usual, gone afoul, with Rodney himself bearing most of the responsibility.
"Come in," he called, resigned to the lecture he was about to receive.
The door opened and the Sheppard entered, not wearing the off-world uniform but instead dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt.
"Go running?" Rodney asked, hoping to distract him.
"Shh," Sheppard just whispered, slowly walking forward, letting the door swish shut behind him.
"What?"
"Shh," Sheppard repeated.
"But I--" Rodney was confused.
"Rodney." His name wasn't sneered, wasn't drawled, it was just said. Quietly, almost desperately. Rodney fell silent.
Sheppard approached him hesitantly, lifting a single hand to rest on Rodney's shoulder. Rodney made a sound of surprise and Sheppard just hmm'd, low and quiet, and began to run his hand from Rodney's neck down to his elbow, lightly touching the skin below the short-sleeved shirt. Rodney tried not to shudder and failed. He glanced up to see an almost smile on Sheppard's face, and lifted his own hand to touch Sheppard's sleeve. He heard a small sigh escape the other man's lips.
"Sheppard--" Rodney began, but stopped when a hand tightened around his neck.
"Shh," came the whispered reply. "Just shh."
"But--"
"Please," he sounded broken. "Can we just be here, be together, just for ten minutes?"
Sheppard's--John's--eyes looked hollow and empty, and Rodney began putting together puzzle pieces he hadn't even known existed. He took John's hand in his own, grasping tightly and pulling up towards his mouth. John's eyes fluttered closed as Rodney kissed each knuckle, first lightly, then harder, then moving to the back of John's thumb and kissing his way towards the wrist. He could feel the tension Sheppard never showed easing out of the body before him, and he put an arm around the man's waist to support him, never stopping the simple kisses, the feel of skin on skin, the comfort of togetherness and presence.
"Yeah," Rodney whispered back. "Ten minutes."
Author: Macky
Genre: pre-slash
Rating: G
Word Count: 359
Summary: John just needs Rodney, for the next ten minutes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything at all, much less anything related to the boys.
Author’s Notes: Title comes from "The Last Five Years," a musical by Jason Robert Brown. I wanted to write a 100 word drabble based on that. I got close.
The knock at his door was not unexpected, but Rodney had been hoping to avoid it tonight. He was tired, still sore from the ministrations of the day. The mission had, as usual, gone afoul, with Rodney himself bearing most of the responsibility.
"Come in," he called, resigned to the lecture he was about to receive.
The door opened and the Sheppard entered, not wearing the off-world uniform but instead dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt.
"Go running?" Rodney asked, hoping to distract him.
"Shh," Sheppard just whispered, slowly walking forward, letting the door swish shut behind him.
"What?"
"Shh," Sheppard repeated.
"But I--" Rodney was confused.
"Rodney." His name wasn't sneered, wasn't drawled, it was just said. Quietly, almost desperately. Rodney fell silent.
Sheppard approached him hesitantly, lifting a single hand to rest on Rodney's shoulder. Rodney made a sound of surprise and Sheppard just hmm'd, low and quiet, and began to run his hand from Rodney's neck down to his elbow, lightly touching the skin below the short-sleeved shirt. Rodney tried not to shudder and failed. He glanced up to see an almost smile on Sheppard's face, and lifted his own hand to touch Sheppard's sleeve. He heard a small sigh escape the other man's lips.
"Sheppard--" Rodney began, but stopped when a hand tightened around his neck.
"Shh," came the whispered reply. "Just shh."
"But--"
"Please," he sounded broken. "Can we just be here, be together, just for ten minutes?"
Sheppard's--John's--eyes looked hollow and empty, and Rodney began putting together puzzle pieces he hadn't even known existed. He took John's hand in his own, grasping tightly and pulling up towards his mouth. John's eyes fluttered closed as Rodney kissed each knuckle, first lightly, then harder, then moving to the back of John's thumb and kissing his way towards the wrist. He could feel the tension Sheppard never showed easing out of the body before him, and he put an arm around the man's waist to support him, never stopping the simple kisses, the feel of skin on skin, the comfort of togetherness and presence.
"Yeah," Rodney whispered back. "Ten minutes."