Chatfic! It makes the baby fangirls go yay! Or, at least, keeps them from being homicidal.
Okay, so I keep planning on making a Porn Across the Pacifc-type post, where I, yannow, dump all the snippets of fic that Kat and I have saved from texting each other kind of a lot over the last while, except I so don't have time to get all that together tonight.
But. I did promise bluebrocade snippety McKay/Sheppard, so please allow me to (with permission!) shoehorn in here today's exciting installment of katrin and shihadchick Make John and Rodney Their Very Own Human Playthings (a saga across text and google-chat).
All original ampersands and spaces-elided-to-fit-the-160-character-limit from the txt-based portion have been fixed up to, well, make sure no one's eyes bleed. /disclaimer
Mobile phone in NZ, aka me: *whines to Kat about being unmotivated and also ankle-deep in mud*
Cellphone in Canada, aka Kat: Rodney wakes groggily, his eyes practically plastered shut. He's- oh. Not in his bedroom, and naked, and he squeezes his eyes shut again to try to remember what had happenedlast night after Dr Z broke out the products of his still. There'd been a party, and his team was there, and when he left- oh. He'd left holding Sheppard's hand - which means this is probably Sheppard's room. He keeps his eyes closed as he feels he bed dip down behind him, and a hairy muscular arm slides over his torso.
Me: *flails happily at Kat, continues working*1
(Time: Passes. I: finish work and go home. The scene: moves to google-chat.)
me: hey, honey! * snugs * Congratulations on being done with school for the year!
And thank you for snuggly boys in John's bed this afternoon. it made ankle-deep mud less infuriating.
Kat: good :)
The next bit of the fic is: ATTHS2.
me: I sorta figured. Do you think THS the night before, or did they maybe just make out a little and snuggle (because, seriously, Zelenka's hooch has a KICK. and neither of them are eighteen anymore.)
Kat: I had been thinking they had sex, but now I like your way better.
me: ...does it make me a bad person that I imagine they kind of tried and looked all betrayed by biology and sort of embarrassed when, despite their best efforts, neither of them could entirely get it up, even though they really, really, 'REALLY, Jesus, McKay, especially when you're doing that, oh, God' wanted to?
Kat: ... no that is ADORABLE.
("It isn't normal, it doesn't happen to all guys, and it IS A BIG DEAL!")
me: YES EXACTLY.
("WE WERE ON A BREAK!")
And I bet Rodney would've been all affectionate-pushy and slanty-mouthed and puppydog-eyes-woeful and a little confused, but so determined that he is going to get to suck John's cock, AT LONG BLOODY LAST, and it's just not happening, and finally John just has to sort of yank at Rodney's shoulder and a little at his hair, kinda sloppy because they're both tipsy and stupid with it, and be all "no, Rodney, seriously, I appreciate it, really, just, look, I think it's about two glasses too late," and Rodney will get more stubborn and John will roll his eyes and shove him onto his back before sliding down his stomach and nuzzling at his thigh before proving to Rodney that, yeah, good intentions may pave a helluva lot and all, but not even a crane is going to get either of them up right now and maybe they should just go back to that nice kissing, because, really, it'd be a shame to let Rodney's mouth go to waste when they're both still awake, at least.
Kat: And the next morning when they wake up and get over the "soooo... yeah, that happened, but let's pretend otherwise, 'kay?" conversation that didn't happen, they will get hard and have sex and they'll like it a lot.
me: yesss. and so will we.
me: ...oh god. Rodney is TOTALLY going to demand that John bring him coffee and painkillers (caffeine helps blood vessels dilate! it is totally necessary!) before he puts out.
Kat: AHAHAHAHA
Maybe not the first time because, seriously, he still would really like to blow John and then maybe get off himself. But the next time. And John would grumble about him being high maintenance.
me: Rodney: sniff "I'm sorry, Sheppard, I'm just not that kind of girl."
John: levels look at him that could strip paint, but hands him the coffee anyway "You know, I've got a hickey in a REALLY delicate area that says otherwise, Meredith."
Kat and I: *take moment to flail at each other some*
Me: And Rodney would be all "oh crap I totally left myself wide open for that, SIGH" and then John would suck his brains out through his cock and distract him successfully from the fact that he totally didn't win that verbal skirmish.
THE END.
...for now.
1 I know. You're all shocked I got a pay rise. (Which, you know, \o/!!) Heh. In my defence, I just pack a lot of speedy communication into the 0.1% of the time I spend slacking off/waiting for timers to go. :D
2"And then they have sex".
But. I did promise bluebrocade snippety McKay/Sheppard, so please allow me to (with permission!) shoehorn in here today's exciting installment of katrin and shihadchick Make John and Rodney Their Very Own Human Playthings (a saga across text and google-chat).
All original ampersands and spaces-elided-to-fit-the-160-character-limit from the txt-based portion have been fixed up to, well, make sure no one's eyes bleed. /disclaimer
Mobile phone in NZ, aka me: *whines to Kat about being unmotivated and also ankle-deep in mud*
Cellphone in Canada, aka Kat: Rodney wakes groggily, his eyes practically plastered shut. He's- oh. Not in his bedroom, and naked, and he squeezes his eyes shut again to try to remember what had happenedlast night after Dr Z broke out the products of his still. There'd been a party, and his team was there, and when he left- oh. He'd left holding Sheppard's hand - which means this is probably Sheppard's room. He keeps his eyes closed as he feels he bed dip down behind him, and a hairy muscular arm slides over his torso.
Me: *flails happily at Kat, continues working*1
(Time: Passes. I: finish work and go home. The scene: moves to google-chat.)
me: hey, honey! * snugs * Congratulations on being done with school for the year!
And thank you for snuggly boys in John's bed this afternoon. it made ankle-deep mud less infuriating.
Kat: good :)
The next bit of the fic is: ATTHS2.
me: I sorta figured. Do you think THS the night before, or did they maybe just make out a little and snuggle (because, seriously, Zelenka's hooch has a KICK. and neither of them are eighteen anymore.)
Kat: I had been thinking they had sex, but now I like your way better.
me: ...does it make me a bad person that I imagine they kind of tried and looked all betrayed by biology and sort of embarrassed when, despite their best efforts, neither of them could entirely get it up, even though they really, really, 'REALLY, Jesus, McKay, especially when you're doing that, oh, God' wanted to?
Kat: ... no that is ADORABLE.
("It isn't normal, it doesn't happen to all guys, and it IS A BIG DEAL!")
me: YES EXACTLY.
("WE WERE ON A BREAK!")
And I bet Rodney would've been all affectionate-pushy and slanty-mouthed and puppydog-eyes-woeful and a little confused, but so determined that he is going to get to suck John's cock, AT LONG BLOODY LAST, and it's just not happening, and finally John just has to sort of yank at Rodney's shoulder and a little at his hair, kinda sloppy because they're both tipsy and stupid with it, and be all "no, Rodney, seriously, I appreciate it, really, just, look, I think it's about two glasses too late," and Rodney will get more stubborn and John will roll his eyes and shove him onto his back before sliding down his stomach and nuzzling at his thigh before proving to Rodney that, yeah, good intentions may pave a helluva lot and all, but not even a crane is going to get either of them up right now and maybe they should just go back to that nice kissing, because, really, it'd be a shame to let Rodney's mouth go to waste when they're both still awake, at least.
Kat: And the next morning when they wake up and get over the "soooo... yeah, that happened, but let's pretend otherwise, 'kay?" conversation that didn't happen, they will get hard and have sex and they'll like it a lot.
me: yesss. and so will we.
me: ...oh god. Rodney is TOTALLY going to demand that John bring him coffee and painkillers (caffeine helps blood vessels dilate! it is totally necessary!) before he puts out.
Kat: AHAHAHAHA
Maybe not the first time because, seriously, he still would really like to blow John and then maybe get off himself. But the next time. And John would grumble about him being high maintenance.
me: Rodney: sniff "I'm sorry, Sheppard, I'm just not that kind of girl."
John: levels look at him that could strip paint, but hands him the coffee anyway "You know, I've got a hickey in a REALLY delicate area that says otherwise, Meredith."
Kat and I: *take moment to flail at each other some*
Me: And Rodney would be all "oh crap I totally left myself wide open for that, SIGH" and then John would suck his brains out through his cock and distract him successfully from the fact that he totally didn't win that verbal skirmish.
THE END.
...for now.
1 I know. You're all shocked I got a pay rise. (Which, you know, \o/!!) Heh. In my defence, I just pack a lot of speedy communication into the 0.1% of the time I spend slacking off/waiting for timers to go. :D
2"And then they have sex".