fic: two miscellaneous john/rodney ficlets
Because clearly I lied when I said I was going to go to bed over an HOUR ago, here are two drabbly sga fics.
Johnny and Rodney were sitting in a tree branch extending above the lake. Johnny was almost past thirteen and Rodney was barely fourteen and it was considered the height of manliness to see how long one could hang upside down from the branch before falling off into the lake below. It was almost night and they were contemplating if there was time for one last round before they went back home.
Fifteen minutes later they were both down in the water below, floating on their backs when Johnny started to talk. "My dad told us today we're leaving again in two weeks."
Rodney tried not to sound disappointed. "So do you know where you're going?"
"Somewhere way south, in the states I think. Georgia, maybe Florida. I wasn't really paying much attention."
"That'll be nice." Rodney tried and failed to sound optimistic. "I hear it's warm down there."
They both laughed, but without any real feeling to it.
"Sometimes I really hate leaving just as I start to like it." Johnny stood up, radiating anger. "Sometimes it really sucks! I hate having to move all the time. Sometimes I wish they'd just leave me behind and forget about me. Sometimes I think it would be easier for all of us that way."
Rodney paddled over to Johnny and stood next to him. "So you like it here?" he asked shyly.
Johnny looked around. "Yeah," he said nervously. "I really like it here." He paused, unsure what to say next. "I really like you."
Rodney turned to say something to Johnny but before he could get a word out Johnny's lips pressed against his. This was nothing like April Bingham's strawberry lipgloss lips that were sickly sweet and sticky and ended up giving him mono. This was a million, trillion times better. Johnny's hands went to Rodney's shoulders as his hesitantly touched Johnny's waist. Rodney's mouth tentatively opened against Johnny's when it opened to meet him.
They stood there waist deep, kissing in the fading twilight until the need to breathe became necessary. They stood there, foreheads touching, staring at each other until Johnny reluctantly said, "It's probably time for me to get home. Mom's probably looking for me."
"Yeah," Rodney agreed. "Jeannie's probably wondering where I am too."
They stood there captive for a few more moments until wading back to the shore.
~*~*~
The best kind of kisses are the morning kisses when they can sleep in late, and the sun is shining through the window and you can see the dust motes floating in the sunlight. And John wakes up and forgets for a moment until he realises it's Saturday and for once there are no emergencies, no imminent wraith attacks, all the teams have made it back safe and the city has a nearly full ZPM and they have the entire weekend for themselves and they can just sit on the balcony and watch Monty Python and Doctor Who on Rodney's laptop.
John smiles and leans over to kiss Rodney's neck who has, once again, managed to steal all the covers and get them tangled about his legs. Rodney mumbles something into the pillow and throws a posessive arm over John's torso, dragging him closer. "'S weekend." John manages to make out from the murmurs and he smiles.
"Yeah it is," he says as he turns his face into Rodney's neck.
Johnny and Rodney were sitting in a tree branch extending above the lake. Johnny was almost past thirteen and Rodney was barely fourteen and it was considered the height of manliness to see how long one could hang upside down from the branch before falling off into the lake below. It was almost night and they were contemplating if there was time for one last round before they went back home.
Fifteen minutes later they were both down in the water below, floating on their backs when Johnny started to talk. "My dad told us today we're leaving again in two weeks."
Rodney tried not to sound disappointed. "So do you know where you're going?"
"Somewhere way south, in the states I think. Georgia, maybe Florida. I wasn't really paying much attention."
"That'll be nice." Rodney tried and failed to sound optimistic. "I hear it's warm down there."
They both laughed, but without any real feeling to it.
"Sometimes I really hate leaving just as I start to like it." Johnny stood up, radiating anger. "Sometimes it really sucks! I hate having to move all the time. Sometimes I wish they'd just leave me behind and forget about me. Sometimes I think it would be easier for all of us that way."
Rodney paddled over to Johnny and stood next to him. "So you like it here?" he asked shyly.
Johnny looked around. "Yeah," he said nervously. "I really like it here." He paused, unsure what to say next. "I really like you."
Rodney turned to say something to Johnny but before he could get a word out Johnny's lips pressed against his. This was nothing like April Bingham's strawberry lipgloss lips that were sickly sweet and sticky and ended up giving him mono. This was a million, trillion times better. Johnny's hands went to Rodney's shoulders as his hesitantly touched Johnny's waist. Rodney's mouth tentatively opened against Johnny's when it opened to meet him.
They stood there waist deep, kissing in the fading twilight until the need to breathe became necessary. They stood there, foreheads touching, staring at each other until Johnny reluctantly said, "It's probably time for me to get home. Mom's probably looking for me."
"Yeah," Rodney agreed. "Jeannie's probably wondering where I am too."
They stood there captive for a few more moments until wading back to the shore.
~*~*~
The best kind of kisses are the morning kisses when they can sleep in late, and the sun is shining through the window and you can see the dust motes floating in the sunlight. And John wakes up and forgets for a moment until he realises it's Saturday and for once there are no emergencies, no imminent wraith attacks, all the teams have made it back safe and the city has a nearly full ZPM and they have the entire weekend for themselves and they can just sit on the balcony and watch Monty Python and Doctor Who on Rodney's laptop.
John smiles and leans over to kiss Rodney's neck who has, once again, managed to steal all the covers and get them tangled about his legs. Rodney mumbles something into the pillow and throws a posessive arm over John's torso, dragging him closer. "'S weekend." John manages to make out from the murmurs and he smiles.
"Yeah it is," he says as he turns his face into Rodney's neck.