I'm just saying
John and Rodney go to Waimea in O'ahu on vacation, and Rodney sits on the beach with his laptop and some stupid fucking drink with a straw in it, hating the fact that he's got sand in all the wrong places, and really fucking despising how amazing John looks out there on the waves, brilliant grin and tanned skin and red swim trunks and lithe, easy athleticism. Rodney's idea of a vacation is a nice hotel room with room service and tons of sex and a fireplace, not the ocean wind and seasalt in the air and John trying to break his neck on a board on waves higher than Rodney's ever seen.
A body settles next to him in the sand and Rodney looks over to see a gorgeous man sitting next to him, six pack from hell of a washboard stomach, blue trunks, and a blinding grin. "Uh," Rodney says intelligently.
"Steve McGarret," the man says, sticking out a hand, and his grin only widens when Rodney doesn't reach his own out to shake it. "Enjoying Hawaii?"
"Rodney McKay," Rodney says, tugging his sunglasses out of his pocket and putting them on. "And no."
"Sheppard seems to be," Steve says, laughing as Rodney looks out just in time to see John look over at the, spot Steve, and promptly fall off of his board and into the water. Rodney starts to stand but Steve puts a hand on Rodney's arm. "He's fine."
Rodney glares at him and looks back out to see John laying back on his board paddling furiously towards them. "Look, I don't know who the fuck you are and how you know John, but--"
Steve rises as John exits the ocean, stabbing his board in the sand and striding over to them. "Major," Steve says with a sloppy salute and a giggle.
"Actually, Colonel," Johon says with a dopey grin, and then they do this ridiculous fist bump/hand clasp/shoulder bump thing that makes Rodney feel like he's watching some sort of frat boy mating ritual. "How ya been, McGarret?"
"I've been," Steve says, and then they both turn to Rodney.
"I'm in hell," Rodney says, frowning up at two sets of gorgeous naked chested men laughing at him. "Sand infested hell."
that's all i got
A body settles next to him in the sand and Rodney looks over to see a gorgeous man sitting next to him, six pack from hell of a washboard stomach, blue trunks, and a blinding grin. "Uh," Rodney says intelligently.
"Steve McGarret," the man says, sticking out a hand, and his grin only widens when Rodney doesn't reach his own out to shake it. "Enjoying Hawaii?"
"Rodney McKay," Rodney says, tugging his sunglasses out of his pocket and putting them on. "And no."
"Sheppard seems to be," Steve says, laughing as Rodney looks out just in time to see John look over at the, spot Steve, and promptly fall off of his board and into the water. Rodney starts to stand but Steve puts a hand on Rodney's arm. "He's fine."
Rodney glares at him and looks back out to see John laying back on his board paddling furiously towards them. "Look, I don't know who the fuck you are and how you know John, but--"
Steve rises as John exits the ocean, stabbing his board in the sand and striding over to them. "Major," Steve says with a sloppy salute and a giggle.
"Actually, Colonel," Johon says with a dopey grin, and then they do this ridiculous fist bump/hand clasp/shoulder bump thing that makes Rodney feel like he's watching some sort of frat boy mating ritual. "How ya been, McGarret?"
"I've been," Steve says, and then they both turn to Rodney.
"I'm in hell," Rodney says, frowning up at two sets of gorgeous naked chested men laughing at him. "Sand infested hell."
that's all i got