McSmooching by Jae Kayelle
Title: McSmooching
Author: Jae Kayelle
Rating: PG
No spoilers
Word count: 775
Note: much silliness.
"Go Rodney! Go John!" The crowd chanted. And then it switched to, "McSmooch! "McSmooch! McSmooch!"
Everyone was drunk on the Alarein version of moonshine, and no one cared, least of all, John and Rodney. They swayed together in a drunken, sloppy slow dance.
The McSmooch joke had been making the rounds on Atlantis all day, ever since an anonymous email from the SGC had arrived on the public server that morning, and was picked up by the engineering team. It had spread rapidly and, now this celebration of a victory over the Wraith was in full swing and someone had broken out the rotgut, the joke had really caught fire. Anyone who hadn't heard it by lunchtime was now fully aware of it.
Bending his neck just enough to touch foreheads with Rodney, John said, "I still think it was Mitchell who sent the message. He'd think it was funny."
"Nope," Rodney lifted a finger, presumably to press home a point and ended up stroking the digit along John's jaw. "S'gotta be O'Neill. He thinks he's funny."
Just then Zelenka, Keller and Sam Carter, in a weird combination of camaraderie and a conga line, staggered past. They found it funny that their feet kept tangling and they were laughing breathlessly while falling all over themselves and each other.
Radek called out as they began to dance around John and Rodney, "I'll have a McShep with a side order of fries."
"Don’t forget the strawberry shake!" Sam added.
"Chocolate!" Radek protested. "Must be chocolate."
"Okay," she said agreeably. "Chocolate's good."
"Oh! Oh!" Keller cried, her eyes big and round, "How about, how about a, a hot apple pie?" And then she dissolved into a fit of giggles, as if that was the funniest thing ever.
Sam frowned at her and stated in a stubborn tone, sounding more like a petulant five year old than a Colonel in the US Air Force, "No, a chocolate shake!"
"Ne!" Radek argued while John and Rodney watched in confused silence, still shuffling in a circle. "We'll have hot John Sheppard!" Then his eyes grew huge and he looked at his companions who all mirrored his expression. He clapped a hand over his mouth, blushed fiercely and rapidly conga'd all by himself off into the crowd.
Sam and Jennifer traded stares, turned as one to eye John and then Rodney, grinned broadly and then stumbled off in Radek's wake.
"Hey!" Rodney yelled after Zelenka. "No one but me gets to call John hot!"
He turned to find John regarding him blearily. "D'you think I'm hot, Rodney? Or am I a hot Rodney? Hot Rod. Hot Rodney." He giggled then, there was no other word for it. "I'm a hot Rodney, only I’m not Rodney. I'm John. John McKay. Um, that's not right."
Rodney, despite being even more blotto than John, managed to look disparagingly at him. "You think of us like that? I mean you and me? That's so little girlish!" Then he thought about it. "That's so sweet!"
"Sure!" John said brightly, right before he looked baffled.
Throwing his arms around John's neck, Rodney grinned. "John and Rodney McKay. Rodney and John Sheppard-McKay. Yeah, that one."
John nodded vigorously and pointed in Rodney's general direction. "Yeah. That one. John Sheppard-McKay. That's me." Then, with barely a pause to allow for the change of thought he said, " Let's go somewhere. Away."
"Away! Yeah."
Together they staggered towards the door.
"Mr. and Mr. Sheppard-McKay," Rodney intoned as though announcing their arrival at a formal gathering.
John leaned heavily into Rodney's side as they ricocheted off the doorjamb and into the hallway. "Better'n Mr. and Mrs., f'r you and me, I mean. Neith - neith - not one of us is a missus."
Rodney had listened to this with huge eyes. Now he thrust his hands against John's chest and slammed him back against the wall. John stared at him in surprise.
"What'd I say? You mad at me, Rodney?"
"Oh, don' pout." Rodney leaned in close. "Pouting is sexy and you're too sexy for your hair."
"Okay."
"Gonna kiss you."
"Okay."
"Not mad." And then he applied himself to the act of kissing John. The first contact was a mess, all smushed noses and clacking teeth. Then Rodney managed a resounding smack on John's lips, and licked his own followed quickly by a dive in to taste John's more slowly.
His brain kicking in finally John kissed back, with sweeping tongue and tiny bites to Rodney's lips.
"McSmooch," he said wonderingly when they came up for air.
"McSmooch," Rodney agreed.
And then they did it again. And again. And…
# end
Author: Jae Kayelle
Rating: PG
No spoilers
Word count: 775
Note: much silliness.
"Go Rodney! Go John!" The crowd chanted. And then it switched to, "McSmooch! "McSmooch! McSmooch!"
Everyone was drunk on the Alarein version of moonshine, and no one cared, least of all, John and Rodney. They swayed together in a drunken, sloppy slow dance.
The McSmooch joke had been making the rounds on Atlantis all day, ever since an anonymous email from the SGC had arrived on the public server that morning, and was picked up by the engineering team. It had spread rapidly and, now this celebration of a victory over the Wraith was in full swing and someone had broken out the rotgut, the joke had really caught fire. Anyone who hadn't heard it by lunchtime was now fully aware of it.
Bending his neck just enough to touch foreheads with Rodney, John said, "I still think it was Mitchell who sent the message. He'd think it was funny."
"Nope," Rodney lifted a finger, presumably to press home a point and ended up stroking the digit along John's jaw. "S'gotta be O'Neill. He thinks he's funny."
Just then Zelenka, Keller and Sam Carter, in a weird combination of camaraderie and a conga line, staggered past. They found it funny that their feet kept tangling and they were laughing breathlessly while falling all over themselves and each other.
Radek called out as they began to dance around John and Rodney, "I'll have a McShep with a side order of fries."
"Don’t forget the strawberry shake!" Sam added.
"Chocolate!" Radek protested. "Must be chocolate."
"Okay," she said agreeably. "Chocolate's good."
"Oh! Oh!" Keller cried, her eyes big and round, "How about, how about a, a hot apple pie?" And then she dissolved into a fit of giggles, as if that was the funniest thing ever.
Sam frowned at her and stated in a stubborn tone, sounding more like a petulant five year old than a Colonel in the US Air Force, "No, a chocolate shake!"
"Ne!" Radek argued while John and Rodney watched in confused silence, still shuffling in a circle. "We'll have hot John Sheppard!" Then his eyes grew huge and he looked at his companions who all mirrored his expression. He clapped a hand over his mouth, blushed fiercely and rapidly conga'd all by himself off into the crowd.
Sam and Jennifer traded stares, turned as one to eye John and then Rodney, grinned broadly and then stumbled off in Radek's wake.
"Hey!" Rodney yelled after Zelenka. "No one but me gets to call John hot!"
He turned to find John regarding him blearily. "D'you think I'm hot, Rodney? Or am I a hot Rodney? Hot Rod. Hot Rodney." He giggled then, there was no other word for it. "I'm a hot Rodney, only I’m not Rodney. I'm John. John McKay. Um, that's not right."
Rodney, despite being even more blotto than John, managed to look disparagingly at him. "You think of us like that? I mean you and me? That's so little girlish!" Then he thought about it. "That's so sweet!"
"Sure!" John said brightly, right before he looked baffled.
Throwing his arms around John's neck, Rodney grinned. "John and Rodney McKay. Rodney and John Sheppard-McKay. Yeah, that one."
John nodded vigorously and pointed in Rodney's general direction. "Yeah. That one. John Sheppard-McKay. That's me." Then, with barely a pause to allow for the change of thought he said, " Let's go somewhere. Away."
"Away! Yeah."
Together they staggered towards the door.
"Mr. and Mr. Sheppard-McKay," Rodney intoned as though announcing their arrival at a formal gathering.
John leaned heavily into Rodney's side as they ricocheted off the doorjamb and into the hallway. "Better'n Mr. and Mrs., f'r you and me, I mean. Neith - neith - not one of us is a missus."
Rodney had listened to this with huge eyes. Now he thrust his hands against John's chest and slammed him back against the wall. John stared at him in surprise.
"What'd I say? You mad at me, Rodney?"
"Oh, don' pout." Rodney leaned in close. "Pouting is sexy and you're too sexy for your hair."
"Okay."
"Gonna kiss you."
"Okay."
"Not mad." And then he applied himself to the act of kissing John. The first contact was a mess, all smushed noses and clacking teeth. Then Rodney managed a resounding smack on John's lips, and licked his own followed quickly by a dive in to taste John's more slowly.
His brain kicking in finally John kissed back, with sweeping tongue and tiny bites to Rodney's lips.
"McSmooch," he said wonderingly when they came up for air.
"McSmooch," Rodney agreed.
And then they did it again. And again. And…
# end