Rodney's Arms by elementalv [Must Be Dreaming Challenge]
Title: Rodney’s Arms
Author: elementalv
Rating: R
Pairing: pining!John/unaware!Rodney
Spoilers: None
Notes: 580 words, or thereabouts, of plotless porn. I’m calling this an R, but your mileage may vary. And if you’re wondering, yes, this was inspired by a certain image. Also, this is a somewhat looser interpretation than I thought it would be. Bad brain.
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There was a day in the lab when John became completely obsessed by Rodney’s arms.
His ongoing fascination is unexpected and unwelcome, but he can’t help himself. No matter what else might be going on because the Pegasus galaxy hates them, the image is always there in the back of his mind. Most of the time, the memory stays buried, and John can get on with his life, but when he jerks off, the image is very much at the front of his mind, because John honestly can’t help himself.
The day John noticed Rodney’s arms, the day John curses every time he fists his cock, Rodney was being Rodney - only not. One of the Athosians, Katta, was in from the mainland to help with basic lab work, only she’d brought her daughter with her. John heard later from Zelenka that everyone pretty much held their breath when Katta, flushed and flustered at being late, set Minna on an empty corner of the table where Rodney stood and started to apologize. Instead of exploding though, Rodney stared at Minna for a moment, touching her the same careful way he touched Ancient technology, and then he told Katta to get to work, because he couldn’t do anything else on that project until she was finished.
Zelenka said he nearly called Beckett to come down and examine Rodney for evidence of a mind-altering substance in his blood, but he held off when Rodney started bitching at everyone to get to work so that he, Rodney McKay, wouldn’t be delayed one second longer than necessary in sharing his brilliance with the universe. John showed up during the tail end of that rant, and that’s when he saw Rodney standing at the table, one strong arm held around Minna as she stood in uncertain surprise at being on her feet with a stranger behind her.
Weeks later, John is in the shower, his hand soapy slick as he strips his cock and thinks about how strong Rodney’s arms must be. Rodney was wearing a t-shirt that day, so John noticed for the first time that his bulk is more muscle than fat, and it’s the idea of all that McKay muscle that turns John’s crank like crazy. Most nights, he dreams about what Rodney might feel like underneath him, pinned to the bed, all that strength held in check just because John wants it that way.
His hand speeds up as he turns that fantasy around so that it’s Rodney holding him down, making John do what he wants him to do, and Christ, that makes John burn. The idea that Rodney could bend John to his will the same way he bends Atlantis to his will is enough to make John shoot a lot sooner than he planned to.
Afterward, his cock still twitching as warm water washes away the evidence, John props his arm against the wall, rests his forehead on his arm, and tells himself one more time that he’s straight, that he’s not into cock, that he’s sure as hell not into Rodney. For maybe half a second, he almost believes himself, and then he remembers how Rodney stood there that day, a look of smug superiority on his face as he kept Minna upright and tear-free while he yelled at everyone else.
There’s no way that image should be as seductive as it is, but John’s cock disagrees, and maybe, just maybe, John is starting to disagree as well.
Author: elementalv
Rating: R
Pairing: pining!John/unaware!Rodney
Spoilers: None
Notes: 580 words, or thereabouts, of plotless porn. I’m calling this an R, but your mileage may vary. And if you’re wondering, yes, this was inspired by a certain image. Also, this is a somewhat looser interpretation than I thought it would be. Bad brain.
~*~*~
There was a day in the lab when John became completely obsessed by Rodney’s arms.
His ongoing fascination is unexpected and unwelcome, but he can’t help himself. No matter what else might be going on because the Pegasus galaxy hates them, the image is always there in the back of his mind. Most of the time, the memory stays buried, and John can get on with his life, but when he jerks off, the image is very much at the front of his mind, because John honestly can’t help himself.
The day John noticed Rodney’s arms, the day John curses every time he fists his cock, Rodney was being Rodney - only not. One of the Athosians, Katta, was in from the mainland to help with basic lab work, only she’d brought her daughter with her. John heard later from Zelenka that everyone pretty much held their breath when Katta, flushed and flustered at being late, set Minna on an empty corner of the table where Rodney stood and started to apologize. Instead of exploding though, Rodney stared at Minna for a moment, touching her the same careful way he touched Ancient technology, and then he told Katta to get to work, because he couldn’t do anything else on that project until she was finished.
Zelenka said he nearly called Beckett to come down and examine Rodney for evidence of a mind-altering substance in his blood, but he held off when Rodney started bitching at everyone to get to work so that he, Rodney McKay, wouldn’t be delayed one second longer than necessary in sharing his brilliance with the universe. John showed up during the tail end of that rant, and that’s when he saw Rodney standing at the table, one strong arm held around Minna as she stood in uncertain surprise at being on her feet with a stranger behind her.
Weeks later, John is in the shower, his hand soapy slick as he strips his cock and thinks about how strong Rodney’s arms must be. Rodney was wearing a t-shirt that day, so John noticed for the first time that his bulk is more muscle than fat, and it’s the idea of all that McKay muscle that turns John’s crank like crazy. Most nights, he dreams about what Rodney might feel like underneath him, pinned to the bed, all that strength held in check just because John wants it that way.
His hand speeds up as he turns that fantasy around so that it’s Rodney holding him down, making John do what he wants him to do, and Christ, that makes John burn. The idea that Rodney could bend John to his will the same way he bends Atlantis to his will is enough to make John shoot a lot sooner than he planned to.
Afterward, his cock still twitching as warm water washes away the evidence, John props his arm against the wall, rests his forehead on his arm, and tells himself one more time that he’s straight, that he’s not into cock, that he’s sure as hell not into Rodney. For maybe half a second, he almost believes himself, and then he remembers how Rodney stood there that day, a look of smug superiority on his face as he kept Minna upright and tear-free while he yelled at everyone else.
There’s no way that image should be as seductive as it is, but John’s cock disagrees, and maybe, just maybe, John is starting to disagree as well.