I want to recruit you...
Title: Be Creative
Author: LttleDvl
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John and Rodney
Rating: right now its at R, but it will increase to NC-17 (or at least that is the idea...)
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a bit of it; I just like to play around with the characters.
Summary: Rodney wants John to ‘get creative’
Word count: 962
Work-in-Progress
A/N: I just dredged this story out of the depths that is my harddrive. Let me give you the story behind this little number. A couple of months ago, someone on my flist put out a call for porn. Being the eager little imp that I was, I said, 'hey, that sounds like a good idea.' A few others added their comments and before we knew it, there was an intriguing bit of a story developing. I sacrificed volunteered myself up on the slab of fic writing and asked those kind people if I could steal borrow their comments for inclusion into this bit of drabble; I mean wanna be porn.
They for some odd reason nicely agreed, so some bits (ok, more like a lot) of this came from the creative minds of icarusancalion, enname, and mad_maudlin. bruinsfan also added to the fray, which resulted in my brain taking a flying leap out of a window and thus ensued a crack crossover of Stargate Atlantis and Power Rangers SPD. (Hey; I said it was crack, don't give me that look!)
My muse apparently isn't into the idea of roleplaying, so this is as far as got. I think this story has potential to be become porn drabble, but my inspiration seems to have abandoned me (dang picky muse, lol!). So now, I ask you all for inspiration. . Perhaps that's how this story is supposed to be written, not just by one person, but by a group of strange and weird like-minded individuals. Why? Well, why not? And who doesn't like porn?
John slid into the chair in Rodney’s quarters as he watched the scientist pace back and forth. He couldn’t take it any more.
“Rodney! For Christ’s sake, will you sit down already? You’re going to wear a damn hole in the floor.”
“Can’t,” Rodney replied shortly as he continued his pacing. He began snapping his fingers in rapid succession. “I know there’s a way we can get that device to work right. I just have to figure it out.”
“At 10:30 at night?” John asked.
“Anytime, actually. Brain’s always working here,” Rodney stated.
“Yah, too much if you ask me.”
Rodney stopped his pacing to look at John. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
John gave a long-suffering sigh. “Your duty shift was over hours ago. I’ve been sitting here for the past hour and a half watching you pace. Don’t you want to get naked with me?”
“Of course!”
“Like sometime this year?” John pressed.
Rodney glared at John. “Oh, ha-ha. I can’t help it if I can’t this problem out of my head. Maybe you should find a way to distract me.”
“Like how?” John asked.
Exasperated, Rodney flung his hands up in the air. “I don’t know! Think of something! Be creative!”
John’s eyebrows flew up into his hair. “You want me to be ‘creative’, Rodney?” John shook his head slightly, “I don’t know about that…”
“What? You’re telling me you can’t do it?” Rodney crossed his arms over his chest, giving the Colonel a devious look.
“Oh, I can do it alright. In fact, I have several ideas in mind. I just don’t think you’re up to handling them,” John replied just as slyly.
Rodney looked slightly miffed. “I can handle whatever you can dish out.”
John blinked at him hopefully. “Really?”
“Okay, let’s give it a try. What have you got?” Rodney asked.
“The bad nurse.”
Rodney shook his head no.
“Or the Pirate Captain and his first mate,” John waggled his eyebrows at him.
“Hell no. Jack Sparrow you’re not,” Rodney replied curtly.
“But I like Captain Jack,” John whined.
“Of course you do. Next! Oh wait!” Rodney stopped in his tracks and stood stock still, jabbing a finger in the air. “I know! You can play the macho soldier. That wouldn’t be too much of a stretch, right?”
“And you could play the arrogant, evil scientist,” John suggested somewhat sarcastically.
Rodney got a speculative look. “Hm. That could work. And you foil my master plan?”
“What am I, James Bond?” John quipped back.
“Mmm, no,” Rodney rubbed at his chin in speculation “I don’t think you can pull it off. Though you can try. I mean, if you could that would be...well,” Rodney added eagerly.
“The name is Bond. James Bond,” John attempted to sit up a little straighter.
Rodney just rolled his eyes. “Never in a million years.”
“Hey...”
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“No; no, no. I get to capture you and torture you,” Rodney said.
“Rodney, it’s James Bond. Double O-7. He doesn’t get caught,” John snapped back.
“Bullshit. He got caught in ‘Goldfinger’. You remember when they had him strapped to that table? And the laser that kept creeping up higher and higher towards his…”
“Yes, Rodney, I remember,” As if I don’t have that scene saved on my computer, John thought. Sean Connery strapped to a table… John quivered slightly at the thought.
“See! So you could get caught by the evil mastermind!” Rodney smirked in triumph.
“Admit, McKay, you just want to tie me up and have your wicked way with me.” John replied.
“That phrase is so trite I cannot believe your brain did not leap out of your ear and recoil in horror under the bed,” Rodney said. “And besides, you know you’d love it.”
“Really?” John crossed his arms over his chest, just waiting to hear the explanation on this one.
“Of course. The whole…authority thing,” Rodney said as he made wide circles in the air with his right hand “is clearly a manifestation of something deeply seated and ridiculously Freudian. So either you’d secretly enjoy being dominated or you’re a high-functioning sociopath, and frankly, if it’s the latter, I’ll have to break up with you.”
“You’ve thought about this way too hard,” John said.
“Genius, remember?” Rodney tapped the side of his temple with a fingertip.
“Alright look, if we’re going to have sex anytime tonight, we’d better get on with it,” John said as he stood up, “So, I guess I’ll let you have your way and the evil mastermind can catch the secret agent. Even though it totally screws up all the Bond movie plots.”
“Goldfinger,” Rodney said in response. He sucked in a large breath. “And…”
“McKay!”
“Alright! Sorry. Geesh” Rodney quelled any further sarcastic remarks he might have uttered.
John just shook his head. “If you weren’t so damned sexy, I don’t know that I could stand to be around you.”
Rodney crossed the floor to wrap his arms around John’s waist. “You’re just saying that,” he rested his head against the other man’s chest.
John placed his hands on the small of Rodney’s back and began to slowly slide them up along his spine. “Yes, I am,” He felt Rodney quiver slightly.
John continued to run his fingers upwards, then along Rodney’s neck to the side of his face, tilting it upwards. He leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on Rodney’s lips.
Rodney closed his eyes in pleasure, then slowly broke off the kiss to look John in the eyes. “So when do I get to tie you up?”
John blinked at him. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Most definitely. You offered. There’s no way you’re getting out of this one, Colonel.”
John sighed as Rodney slid his hands up underneath John’s shirt.
Author: LttleDvl
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John and Rodney
Rating: right now its at R, but it will increase to NC-17 (or at least that is the idea...)
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a bit of it; I just like to play around with the characters.
Summary: Rodney wants John to ‘get creative’
Word count: 962
Work-in-Progress
A/N: I just dredged this story out of the depths that is my harddrive. Let me give you the story behind this little number. A couple of months ago, someone on my flist put out a call for porn. Being the eager little imp that I was, I said, 'hey, that sounds like a good idea.' A few others added their comments and before we knew it, there was an intriguing bit of a story developing. I sacrificed volunteered myself up on the slab of fic writing and asked those kind people if I could steal borrow their comments for inclusion into this bit of drabble; I mean wanna be porn.
They for some odd reason nicely agreed, so some bits (ok, more like a lot) of this came from the creative minds of icarusancalion, enname, and mad_maudlin. bruinsfan also added to the fray, which resulted in my brain taking a flying leap out of a window and thus ensued a crack crossover of Stargate Atlantis and Power Rangers SPD. (Hey; I said it was crack, don't give me that look!)
My muse apparently isn't into the idea of roleplaying, so this is as far as got. I think this story has potential to be become porn drabble, but my inspiration seems to have abandoned me (dang picky muse, lol!). So now, I ask you all for inspiration. . Perhaps that's how this story is supposed to be written, not just by one person, but by a group of strange and weird like-minded individuals. Why? Well, why not? And who doesn't like porn?
John slid into the chair in Rodney’s quarters as he watched the scientist pace back and forth. He couldn’t take it any more.
“Rodney! For Christ’s sake, will you sit down already? You’re going to wear a damn hole in the floor.”
“Can’t,” Rodney replied shortly as he continued his pacing. He began snapping his fingers in rapid succession. “I know there’s a way we can get that device to work right. I just have to figure it out.”
“At 10:30 at night?” John asked.
“Anytime, actually. Brain’s always working here,” Rodney stated.
“Yah, too much if you ask me.”
Rodney stopped his pacing to look at John. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
John gave a long-suffering sigh. “Your duty shift was over hours ago. I’ve been sitting here for the past hour and a half watching you pace. Don’t you want to get naked with me?”
“Of course!”
“Like sometime this year?” John pressed.
Rodney glared at John. “Oh, ha-ha. I can’t help it if I can’t this problem out of my head. Maybe you should find a way to distract me.”
“Like how?” John asked.
Exasperated, Rodney flung his hands up in the air. “I don’t know! Think of something! Be creative!”
John’s eyebrows flew up into his hair. “You want me to be ‘creative’, Rodney?” John shook his head slightly, “I don’t know about that…”
“What? You’re telling me you can’t do it?” Rodney crossed his arms over his chest, giving the Colonel a devious look.
“Oh, I can do it alright. In fact, I have several ideas in mind. I just don’t think you’re up to handling them,” John replied just as slyly.
Rodney looked slightly miffed. “I can handle whatever you can dish out.”
John blinked at him hopefully. “Really?”
“Okay, let’s give it a try. What have you got?” Rodney asked.
“The bad nurse.”
Rodney shook his head no.
“Or the Pirate Captain and his first mate,” John waggled his eyebrows at him.
“Hell no. Jack Sparrow you’re not,” Rodney replied curtly.
“But I like Captain Jack,” John whined.
“Of course you do. Next! Oh wait!” Rodney stopped in his tracks and stood stock still, jabbing a finger in the air. “I know! You can play the macho soldier. That wouldn’t be too much of a stretch, right?”
“And you could play the arrogant, evil scientist,” John suggested somewhat sarcastically.
Rodney got a speculative look. “Hm. That could work. And you foil my master plan?”
“What am I, James Bond?” John quipped back.
“Mmm, no,” Rodney rubbed at his chin in speculation “I don’t think you can pull it off. Though you can try. I mean, if you could that would be...well,” Rodney added eagerly.
“The name is Bond. James Bond,” John attempted to sit up a little straighter.
Rodney just rolled his eyes. “Never in a million years.”
“Hey...”
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“No; no, no. I get to capture you and torture you,” Rodney said.
“Rodney, it’s James Bond. Double O-7. He doesn’t get caught,” John snapped back.
“Bullshit. He got caught in ‘Goldfinger’. You remember when they had him strapped to that table? And the laser that kept creeping up higher and higher towards his…”
“Yes, Rodney, I remember,” As if I don’t have that scene saved on my computer, John thought. Sean Connery strapped to a table… John quivered slightly at the thought.
“See! So you could get caught by the evil mastermind!” Rodney smirked in triumph.
“Admit, McKay, you just want to tie me up and have your wicked way with me.” John replied.
“That phrase is so trite I cannot believe your brain did not leap out of your ear and recoil in horror under the bed,” Rodney said. “And besides, you know you’d love it.”
“Really?” John crossed his arms over his chest, just waiting to hear the explanation on this one.
“Of course. The whole…authority thing,” Rodney said as he made wide circles in the air with his right hand “is clearly a manifestation of something deeply seated and ridiculously Freudian. So either you’d secretly enjoy being dominated or you’re a high-functioning sociopath, and frankly, if it’s the latter, I’ll have to break up with you.”
“You’ve thought about this way too hard,” John said.
“Genius, remember?” Rodney tapped the side of his temple with a fingertip.
“Alright look, if we’re going to have sex anytime tonight, we’d better get on with it,” John said as he stood up, “So, I guess I’ll let you have your way and the evil mastermind can catch the secret agent. Even though it totally screws up all the Bond movie plots.”
“Goldfinger,” Rodney said in response. He sucked in a large breath. “And…”
“McKay!”
“Alright! Sorry. Geesh” Rodney quelled any further sarcastic remarks he might have uttered.
John just shook his head. “If you weren’t so damned sexy, I don’t know that I could stand to be around you.”
Rodney crossed the floor to wrap his arms around John’s waist. “You’re just saying that,” he rested his head against the other man’s chest.
John placed his hands on the small of Rodney’s back and began to slowly slide them up along his spine. “Yes, I am,” He felt Rodney quiver slightly.
John continued to run his fingers upwards, then along Rodney’s neck to the side of his face, tilting it upwards. He leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on Rodney’s lips.
Rodney closed his eyes in pleasure, then slowly broke off the kiss to look John in the eyes. “So when do I get to tie you up?”
John blinked at him. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Most definitely. You offered. There’s no way you’re getting out of this one, Colonel.”
John sighed as Rodney slid his hands up underneath John’s shirt.