Fic: I Keep One With Me At All Times by Tonia Barone (PG)
Title: I Keep One With Me At All Times
Author: toniabarone
Fandom: SGA (though technically the episode was SG1)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: SG1's "The Pegasus Project"
Characters: John/Rodney
Word count: 522
Summary: Rodney has a few words about that lemon John gave Cameron...
Disclaimer: If they were mine there would be less het and more slash. Also, Radek would have a thicker accent and Rodney would be a closet drag queen.
Notes: Special thanks to ravenlaughing for the quick read through.
"What was that?"
John didn't even bother looking up from his reports as he answered Rodney. "What was what, Rodney?"
Rodney stepped in far enough for the door to John's closet of an office to close then commanded it to lock before raising his latex gloved-hand and throwing the lemon Lt. Col. Mitchell had threatened him with at John's head.
"Ow!" John rubbed his head until he caught sight of the lemon on his desk then winced. "Oh. That that."
Rodney carefully peeled off the glove and threw it on John's desk then crossed his arms, glaring all the while. "Yes. 'That that'. What the hell did you think you were pulling, Sheppard? Hm? You're lucky he never really got close to me with that thing or that we were standing in the path of one of the air ducts. Just the scent of those things sometimes is enough to set off a reaction! If Mitchell had so much as brushed my skin with it, I would be laying in the infirmary comatose or worse right now! And he says you told him that you always carry one with you!?!"
By this point Rodney's voice had reached a volume and pitch that John was certain even Atlantis' sound proofing couldn't handle it, but there was no calming the man when Rodney was in this kind of mood. Instead, John pulled a handkerchief from inside his jacket and carefully wrapped it around the lemon before putting it away in a desk drawer for later disposal.
That taken care of, he folded his hands on his desk and looked across it at Rodney. After a moment, John sighed, scrubbed his face with his hands then ran them through his hair. "Colonel Mitchell seemed like a nice enough guy, but they were expecting more..." John paused to lick his lips as he considered his wording carefully. "...severe ways of keeping you in line."
Rodney's face was beginning to turn red and his arms uncrossed so he could flail them about. "'Keep me in line?!' Excuse me?"
John leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head and that lazy smirk he knew drove Rodney crazy on his lips. "Well, I couldn't very well tell him that taking it up the ass every night does wonders for your disposition, now could I?"
"Oh please! Pot, meet Kettle!" Rodney rolled his eyes as he made his way around the desk. John obliged him by rolling his chair back so Rodney could sit on the desk between his legs.
Once Rodney was seated, John rolled forward and lightly massaged his lover's thigh's. "Now, now, lets not resort to name calling." He looked up at Rodney under his lashes and licked his lips, his hands slowly making their way to Rodney's fly. "Or someone won't get their reward for a job very well done today."
Rodney licked his lips, one hand gripping the desk while the other fluttered around John's head. "Oh, yes, well, I suppose I can be generous." His eye lids fell to half mast before closing completely while John gave him his 'reward'.
Author: toniabarone
Fandom: SGA (though technically the episode was SG1)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: SG1's "The Pegasus Project"
Characters: John/Rodney
Word count: 522
Summary: Rodney has a few words about that lemon John gave Cameron...
Disclaimer: If they were mine there would be less het and more slash. Also, Radek would have a thicker accent and Rodney would be a closet drag queen.
Notes: Special thanks to ravenlaughing for the quick read through.
"What was that?"
John didn't even bother looking up from his reports as he answered Rodney. "What was what, Rodney?"
Rodney stepped in far enough for the door to John's closet of an office to close then commanded it to lock before raising his latex gloved-hand and throwing the lemon Lt. Col. Mitchell had threatened him with at John's head.
"Ow!" John rubbed his head until he caught sight of the lemon on his desk then winced. "Oh. That that."
Rodney carefully peeled off the glove and threw it on John's desk then crossed his arms, glaring all the while. "Yes. 'That that'. What the hell did you think you were pulling, Sheppard? Hm? You're lucky he never really got close to me with that thing or that we were standing in the path of one of the air ducts. Just the scent of those things sometimes is enough to set off a reaction! If Mitchell had so much as brushed my skin with it, I would be laying in the infirmary comatose or worse right now! And he says you told him that you always carry one with you!?!"
By this point Rodney's voice had reached a volume and pitch that John was certain even Atlantis' sound proofing couldn't handle it, but there was no calming the man when Rodney was in this kind of mood. Instead, John pulled a handkerchief from inside his jacket and carefully wrapped it around the lemon before putting it away in a desk drawer for later disposal.
That taken care of, he folded his hands on his desk and looked across it at Rodney. After a moment, John sighed, scrubbed his face with his hands then ran them through his hair. "Colonel Mitchell seemed like a nice enough guy, but they were expecting more..." John paused to lick his lips as he considered his wording carefully. "...severe ways of keeping you in line."
Rodney's face was beginning to turn red and his arms uncrossed so he could flail them about. "'Keep me in line?!' Excuse me?"
John leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head and that lazy smirk he knew drove Rodney crazy on his lips. "Well, I couldn't very well tell him that taking it up the ass every night does wonders for your disposition, now could I?"
"Oh please! Pot, meet Kettle!" Rodney rolled his eyes as he made his way around the desk. John obliged him by rolling his chair back so Rodney could sit on the desk between his legs.
Once Rodney was seated, John rolled forward and lightly massaged his lover's thigh's. "Now, now, lets not resort to name calling." He looked up at Rodney under his lashes and licked his lips, his hands slowly making their way to Rodney's fly. "Or someone won't get their reward for a job very well done today."
Rodney licked his lips, one hand gripping the desk while the other fluttered around John's head. "Oh, yes, well, I suppose I can be generous." His eye lids fell to half mast before closing completely while John gave him his 'reward'.