table ficlet 'Surf's Up' (R) Anneko
Author: Anneko
Title: Surf's Up
Rating: R to be safe
Summary: Surf's up... well, I won't give away the joke. But this was all I could think of when the prompt came up on my table.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've done a table, and I've very little idea what I'm doing, so for starters, I'm just going to post my first drabble, then I can go back and do whatever it is that needs doing with links (which I barely understand *sigh*). If anyone's good at instruction-giving, feel free to e-mail me. All I know is writing.
Disclaimer: They're not mine (would that they were!). Lyrics by Jim Steinman
Feedback: I live for it
Rodney did *not* want to be serenaded. At least they weren't in public, because Rodney was beginning to realize that he had little chance of swaying his lover. Why did sunsets over the ocean have to be so effing romantic, anyway?
"The waves are pounding on the sand tonight, I wanna take your hand and make it feel so right, I know I'm ready and I'll never be like this again,"
Well, he had to admit, the pounding wave thing was good, as imagery went. Very 'From Here To Eternity', although of course that situation was not anything he wanted to get into, too much sand where sand ought not to be, not enough being indoors.
"And the sky is trembling and the moon is pale, we're on the edge of forever and we're never gonna fail, I know you're ready and we're running on the back of the wind."
Okay, kind of romantic. And statistics be damned, Rodney kind of felt like, when John said 'we're never gonna fail', it counted for something. Not for everything, but for something. And they had an excellent track record in the not-failing department.
"And my body is burning like a naked wire, I wanna turn on the juice, I wanna fall in the fire, I wanna drown in the ocean and the bottomless sea, I wanna give you what I'm hoping you'll be giving to me,"
This was punctuated with pelvic thrusts, which was juvenile and silly, and really, he shouldn't be finding this sexy, he just *shouldn't*. Not that 'shouldn't' counted for anything, seeing as how John was this very moment singing at him.
"And when the waves are pounding on the sand tonight, I wanna take your hand and make it good and make it right, and now the sky is trembling and the moon is pale, we're on the edge of forever and we're never gonna fail,"
Rodney wondered if this was how John got the numerous girls he must have bedded in the past. Although he had always suspected them of being wicked, sex-crazed floozies anyway, and it's not like he'd even entertained the notion of *not* having sex with John tonight, but the serenade he'd never, ever wanted under any circumstances, thankyouverymuch was turning out to be... pretty hot.
"Oh how hard, how hard, how hard do I gotta try? Surf's up, surf's up, surf's up, and so am I. Surf's up, and so am I."
Rodney couldn't help it. He snorted.
"What?" John stopped singing.
"That's... so..." He shook his head, laughing in earnest now. "You're so... I mean, honestly, Sheppard, that's--"
"Okay, well, next time I'll just throw the album on, and maybe you won't laugh at me."
"You think there's any chance I won't laugh at this album when you're not the one singing it? And it doesn't sound like Johnny Cash."
"It's Jim Steinman. You'd like it."
"Whatever you say, Colonel Dick Humour."
"Were we gonna have sex tonight or what?"
"Of course you were. If I refused to sleep with you every time you made a total jackass of yourself, we'd be walking around in a state of total sexual frustration."
"Oh, *thanks*."
Rodney yanked down on John's zipper, threw a pillow on the floor, and dropped to his knees. "You're welcome."
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FIN
=^_^=
Anneko
Title: Surf's Up
Rating: R to be safe
Summary: Surf's up... well, I won't give away the joke. But this was all I could think of when the prompt came up on my table.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've done a table, and I've very little idea what I'm doing, so for starters, I'm just going to post my first drabble, then I can go back and do whatever it is that needs doing with links (which I barely understand *sigh*). If anyone's good at instruction-giving, feel free to e-mail me. All I know is writing.
Disclaimer: They're not mine (would that they were!). Lyrics by Jim Steinman
Feedback: I live for it
Rodney did *not* want to be serenaded. At least they weren't in public, because Rodney was beginning to realize that he had little chance of swaying his lover. Why did sunsets over the ocean have to be so effing romantic, anyway?
"The waves are pounding on the sand tonight, I wanna take your hand and make it feel so right, I know I'm ready and I'll never be like this again,"
Well, he had to admit, the pounding wave thing was good, as imagery went. Very 'From Here To Eternity', although of course that situation was not anything he wanted to get into, too much sand where sand ought not to be, not enough being indoors.
"And the sky is trembling and the moon is pale, we're on the edge of forever and we're never gonna fail, I know you're ready and we're running on the back of the wind."
Okay, kind of romantic. And statistics be damned, Rodney kind of felt like, when John said 'we're never gonna fail', it counted for something. Not for everything, but for something. And they had an excellent track record in the not-failing department.
"And my body is burning like a naked wire, I wanna turn on the juice, I wanna fall in the fire, I wanna drown in the ocean and the bottomless sea, I wanna give you what I'm hoping you'll be giving to me,"
This was punctuated with pelvic thrusts, which was juvenile and silly, and really, he shouldn't be finding this sexy, he just *shouldn't*. Not that 'shouldn't' counted for anything, seeing as how John was this very moment singing at him.
"And when the waves are pounding on the sand tonight, I wanna take your hand and make it good and make it right, and now the sky is trembling and the moon is pale, we're on the edge of forever and we're never gonna fail,"
Rodney wondered if this was how John got the numerous girls he must have bedded in the past. Although he had always suspected them of being wicked, sex-crazed floozies anyway, and it's not like he'd even entertained the notion of *not* having sex with John tonight, but the serenade he'd never, ever wanted under any circumstances, thankyouverymuch was turning out to be... pretty hot.
"Oh how hard, how hard, how hard do I gotta try? Surf's up, surf's up, surf's up, and so am I. Surf's up, and so am I."
Rodney couldn't help it. He snorted.
"What?" John stopped singing.
"That's... so..." He shook his head, laughing in earnest now. "You're so... I mean, honestly, Sheppard, that's--"
"Okay, well, next time I'll just throw the album on, and maybe you won't laugh at me."
"You think there's any chance I won't laugh at this album when you're not the one singing it? And it doesn't sound like Johnny Cash."
"It's Jim Steinman. You'd like it."
"Whatever you say, Colonel Dick Humour."
"Were we gonna have sex tonight or what?"
"Of course you were. If I refused to sleep with you every time you made a total jackass of yourself, we'd be walking around in a state of total sexual frustration."
"Oh, *thanks*."
Rodney yanked down on John's zipper, threw a pillow on the floor, and dropped to his knees. "You're welcome."
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FIN
=^_^=
Anneko