birthday fic!
Happy birthday apple_pi!!!!! May this year bring you tons of happiness and lots of hot John/Rodney moments. *smushes*
I wrote you a little ficlet set in the 'White House' universe. There's no sex but hopefully you're willing to overlook that.
Growing Old Isn't For Sissies
Five days before Rodney's fortieth birthday, John caught Rodney staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. Rodney turned his head back and forth, slowly, before tilting his head up and looking even more intently into the mirror.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
Rodney jumped. "Nothing! Why are you home so early? I thought you were going to be at the Y until six."
"Tutoring wrapped up sooner than I thought it would." John shrugged. "Seriously, were you trying to look up your nose? Did you stick a marble up there?"
"I wasn't doing anything. Look, the specs for the new job came in. Let's order Chinese and look over them." Normally, John wouldn't let Rodney change the subject so easily but he was hungry and curious to look over the paperwork. By the end of the night, after Chinese, an argument about how to split up the job, and an extended make-out session on the couch, John had forgotten all about Rodney and the mirror.
When John woke up the next morning to find Rodney standing with his back to their full-length mirror, craning his head over his shoulder to look at himself in the mirror, he began to worry.
"Are you going crazy?" John asked slowly. Thanks to John's pension, they had good insurance and could afford good doctors for Rodney but John really didn't feel like trying to figure out how to commit him. It would probably take a lot of work, and in the end, he'd be left alone with Cat.
Rodney turned to face him. "If you must know, I'm trying to see if I have any hair growing on my back."
"Why would you have hair growing on your back?"
"Because that's what happens to McKay men." Rodney didn't say anything else and John stared at him until he spoke again. "Look at you, everyone expects you to look like a Yeti by the time you hit seventy. But me, I'm relatively hair-free and so was my father until his fortieth birthday. As soon as he hit forty, hair started growing all over his body and by the time he was fifty, he was trimming his ear and nose hair once a week."
John dropped his head between his knees and laughed until he couldn't breathe. After a few minutes, when he was able to catch his breath, he choked out, "You're freaking out over turning forty."
"Oh please, don't pretend like you didn't sulk in your office for a good three days before your birthday." Rodney huffed.
John patted the bed and said, "Rodney, come back to bed."
Rodney pouted as he climbed into bed and leaned against the headboard. John moved back until he was against the headboard and put his head on Rodney's shoulder. "Rodney, I'm going to tell you the same thing you told me when I turned forty. Get over it."
"But," Rodney protested.
"Rodney, it's just a number. Besides, if we were still in Atlantis, it would be considered a miracle that either one of us made it this far."
"I guess you're right."
"I know I am." John pushed Rodney down until they were both lying on the bed with John sprawled out on top of Rodney. "If you go back to sleep for at least another hour, I'll give you a blowjob when you wake up."
Rodney mumbled as he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. John smiled as he drifted back to sleep. Rodney's presents had been bought and wrapped a few weeks ago but that didn't mean that John couldn't run out to the store and get him a nose hair clipper as a gag gift.
I wrote you a little ficlet set in the 'White House' universe. There's no sex but hopefully you're willing to overlook that.
Growing Old Isn't For Sissies
Five days before Rodney's fortieth birthday, John caught Rodney staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. Rodney turned his head back and forth, slowly, before tilting his head up and looking even more intently into the mirror.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
Rodney jumped. "Nothing! Why are you home so early? I thought you were going to be at the Y until six."
"Tutoring wrapped up sooner than I thought it would." John shrugged. "Seriously, were you trying to look up your nose? Did you stick a marble up there?"
"I wasn't doing anything. Look, the specs for the new job came in. Let's order Chinese and look over them." Normally, John wouldn't let Rodney change the subject so easily but he was hungry and curious to look over the paperwork. By the end of the night, after Chinese, an argument about how to split up the job, and an extended make-out session on the couch, John had forgotten all about Rodney and the mirror.
When John woke up the next morning to find Rodney standing with his back to their full-length mirror, craning his head over his shoulder to look at himself in the mirror, he began to worry.
"Are you going crazy?" John asked slowly. Thanks to John's pension, they had good insurance and could afford good doctors for Rodney but John really didn't feel like trying to figure out how to commit him. It would probably take a lot of work, and in the end, he'd be left alone with Cat.
Rodney turned to face him. "If you must know, I'm trying to see if I have any hair growing on my back."
"Why would you have hair growing on your back?"
"Because that's what happens to McKay men." Rodney didn't say anything else and John stared at him until he spoke again. "Look at you, everyone expects you to look like a Yeti by the time you hit seventy. But me, I'm relatively hair-free and so was my father until his fortieth birthday. As soon as he hit forty, hair started growing all over his body and by the time he was fifty, he was trimming his ear and nose hair once a week."
John dropped his head between his knees and laughed until he couldn't breathe. After a few minutes, when he was able to catch his breath, he choked out, "You're freaking out over turning forty."
"Oh please, don't pretend like you didn't sulk in your office for a good three days before your birthday." Rodney huffed.
John patted the bed and said, "Rodney, come back to bed."
Rodney pouted as he climbed into bed and leaned against the headboard. John moved back until he was against the headboard and put his head on Rodney's shoulder. "Rodney, I'm going to tell you the same thing you told me when I turned forty. Get over it."
"But," Rodney protested.
"Rodney, it's just a number. Besides, if we were still in Atlantis, it would be considered a miracle that either one of us made it this far."
"I guess you're right."
"I know I am." John pushed Rodney down until they were both lying on the bed with John sprawled out on top of Rodney. "If you go back to sleep for at least another hour, I'll give you a blowjob when you wake up."
Rodney mumbled as he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. John smiled as he drifted back to sleep. Rodney's presents had been bought and wrapped a few weeks ago but that didn't mean that John couldn't run out to the store and get him a nose hair clipper as a gag gift.