[Stargate: Atlantis] "Red Shift" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: Red Shift
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: 100_tales 013 red
Rating: G
Word Count: 590
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: “What did you touch?”
Red Shift
“Red is bad, right?” said John, a beat after all the lights in the Ancient outpost had changed from steady blue to pulsing crimson.
Rodney scowled. “What did you touch?”
John lifted his elbows to show that both hands were still firmly on his P90. “Not a thing.”
“Even your genes can’t keep it in your pants,” Rodney muttered. “Don’t move. And don’t think anything stupid.”
“Should I not think about pink elephants, either?” grumbled John, but Rodney ignored him, already starting up his laptop.
It had been warm on the planet around the outpost, so Rodney was only wearing a t-shirt under his tac vest. If John was supposed to stand there and do nothing, he might as well get a little ogling in while he had the time, and he’d always loved watching Rodney work.
Rodney had very nice arms. His muscles flexed as he balanced the laptop on one palm, typing with the other to run the tests to determine if it was safe to set it down someplace. It must have been, because a moment later, Rodney was bent over the console, typing with both hands.
He had nice shoulders, too. Rodney didn’t think ‘sturdy’ was a sexy word, but John hadn’t found the right way to explain all the emotions he associated with it. That when he was with Rodney, he could fly without the fear of falling, because he knew those shoulders would catch him.
Suddenly, around them, the lights turned blue again.
Rodney whirled. “What did you do, Sheppard?”
“I have not moved an inch,” John protested.
“Then what were you thinking about? It wasn’t actually pink elephants, was it? Because these Ancient things-”
“I was thinking about how much I love your shoulders,” interrupted John.
Rodney blinked. “My… shoulders.”
“Yeah.”
“What does that have to do with the alarm that just stopped?”
“I don’t know,” said John. “You’re the one analyzing it.”
“But that can’t…” Rodney trailed off and turned back to his laptop. After another round of furious typing, he said, “It’s the gene. The outpost recognized my gene as artificial and sounded the alarm. But it apparently took your no-doubt-inappropriate daydreaming to clear me as a threat. I guess they figured that other Ancients wouldn’t stare all googly-eyed at a Wraith trying to sneak in.”
John snorted a laugh. “I’m pretty sure there were at least two insults in that explanation, buddy.”
Rodney blinked again, then smiled. “No, no, you just weren’t hearing me correctly. I like when you stare at me all googly-eyed. And your inappropriate daydreams always seem to work out well for me.”
“Well, for your information, I wasn’t thinking anything inappropriate at all.”
“No?” challenged Rodney.
“No.” John crossed to stand in front of him, settling his hands lightly on Rodney’s hips. “I was thinking about your shoulders. And how nice and sturdy they are, so you can hold me up if I need you to. Which, now that I say that out loud, might actually be inappropriate after all.”
He saw Rodney’s blue eyes glass over for a moment - finding out how much John enjoyed being manhandled in bed had gone a long way to dispelling the last few stubborn insecurities Rodney had about his weight - and John leaned in to kiss him briefly.
“When we get home,” John promised, letting go. “Now, shouldn’t you be figuring out this outpost was actually for?”
Rodney darted in for another kiss, then turned back to his laptop. “I’m holding you to that, Sheppard.”
John grinned. “Good.”
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: 100_tales 013 red
Rating: G
Word Count: 590
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: “What did you touch?”
Red Shift
“Red is bad, right?” said John, a beat after all the lights in the Ancient outpost had changed from steady blue to pulsing crimson.
Rodney scowled. “What did you touch?”
John lifted his elbows to show that both hands were still firmly on his P90. “Not a thing.”
“Even your genes can’t keep it in your pants,” Rodney muttered. “Don’t move. And don’t think anything stupid.”
“Should I not think about pink elephants, either?” grumbled John, but Rodney ignored him, already starting up his laptop.
It had been warm on the planet around the outpost, so Rodney was only wearing a t-shirt under his tac vest. If John was supposed to stand there and do nothing, he might as well get a little ogling in while he had the time, and he’d always loved watching Rodney work.
Rodney had very nice arms. His muscles flexed as he balanced the laptop on one palm, typing with the other to run the tests to determine if it was safe to set it down someplace. It must have been, because a moment later, Rodney was bent over the console, typing with both hands.
He had nice shoulders, too. Rodney didn’t think ‘sturdy’ was a sexy word, but John hadn’t found the right way to explain all the emotions he associated with it. That when he was with Rodney, he could fly without the fear of falling, because he knew those shoulders would catch him.
Suddenly, around them, the lights turned blue again.
Rodney whirled. “What did you do, Sheppard?”
“I have not moved an inch,” John protested.
“Then what were you thinking about? It wasn’t actually pink elephants, was it? Because these Ancient things-”
“I was thinking about how much I love your shoulders,” interrupted John.
Rodney blinked. “My… shoulders.”
“Yeah.”
“What does that have to do with the alarm that just stopped?”
“I don’t know,” said John. “You’re the one analyzing it.”
“But that can’t…” Rodney trailed off and turned back to his laptop. After another round of furious typing, he said, “It’s the gene. The outpost recognized my gene as artificial and sounded the alarm. But it apparently took your no-doubt-inappropriate daydreaming to clear me as a threat. I guess they figured that other Ancients wouldn’t stare all googly-eyed at a Wraith trying to sneak in.”
John snorted a laugh. “I’m pretty sure there were at least two insults in that explanation, buddy.”
Rodney blinked again, then smiled. “No, no, you just weren’t hearing me correctly. I like when you stare at me all googly-eyed. And your inappropriate daydreams always seem to work out well for me.”
“Well, for your information, I wasn’t thinking anything inappropriate at all.”
“No?” challenged Rodney.
“No.” John crossed to stand in front of him, settling his hands lightly on Rodney’s hips. “I was thinking about your shoulders. And how nice and sturdy they are, so you can hold me up if I need you to. Which, now that I say that out loud, might actually be inappropriate after all.”
He saw Rodney’s blue eyes glass over for a moment - finding out how much John enjoyed being manhandled in bed had gone a long way to dispelling the last few stubborn insecurities Rodney had about his weight - and John leaned in to kiss him briefly.
“When we get home,” John promised, letting go. “Now, shouldn’t you be figuring out this outpost was actually for?”
Rodney darted in for another kiss, then turned back to his laptop. “I’m holding you to that, Sheppard.”
John grinned. “Good.”
THE END
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