SGA Comment Fic Belly Fest 8/07: The Message
McShep, unbeta'd, no spoilers, no warnings.
Sequel to this.
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John loves Rodney’s belly.
So much of him is powerful; shoulders, arms, voice, thighs, god, his intellect and that round, perfect, muscular ass. He’s not muscle bound or “buff,” but real and solid and strong in away that John thinks is beautiful.
It annoys John, a little, that Rodney has so much potential physical power and just ignores it unless it’s his last resort. Maybe that’s because over the years his body’s slowed his hard-charging forward motion by betraying him with allergies and hypoglycemia. He can’t trust it, so he doesn’t rely on his physical strength until he absolutely has to.
But he trusts John with his body, has from the very first moment they kissed; Rodney had melted into John’s arms, handing himself over without hesitation. The generosity of it still makes John breathless.
It’s a little silly, but his favorite part of Rodney (other than his eyes or his ass or his mouth…okay, it’s a favorite part of Rodney) is his generous belly, generous belly for his secret, generous heart. John’s very own little bit of him.
And it’s not just silly, either, because when John touches Rodney’s stomach, Rodney goes soft and pliant, and his mouth drops out of hyperdrive. While he strokes Rodney’s belly, Rodney wanders through his day, picking up on scenery he sped by the first time, and he tells John about it in a slower, gentler voice than anyone else on Atlantis ever hears.
It gets John every time, when he reaches for Rodney - there’s this quick happy flash in his eyes, just a flicker - and he can see the moment, feel it, when Rodney relaxes into him, for him, warm and comfortable under John’s hands.
John’s happy in a way he can’t begin to describe, and he’s not even sure there are words for it, so he strokes Rodney’s belly, hoping the message will get through. He’ll do it every day if he has to.
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Sequel to this.
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John loves Rodney’s belly.
So much of him is powerful; shoulders, arms, voice, thighs, god, his intellect and that round, perfect, muscular ass. He’s not muscle bound or “buff,” but real and solid and strong in away that John thinks is beautiful.
It annoys John, a little, that Rodney has so much potential physical power and just ignores it unless it’s his last resort. Maybe that’s because over the years his body’s slowed his hard-charging forward motion by betraying him with allergies and hypoglycemia. He can’t trust it, so he doesn’t rely on his physical strength until he absolutely has to.
But he trusts John with his body, has from the very first moment they kissed; Rodney had melted into John’s arms, handing himself over without hesitation. The generosity of it still makes John breathless.
It’s a little silly, but his favorite part of Rodney (other than his eyes or his ass or his mouth…okay, it’s a favorite part of Rodney) is his generous belly, generous belly for his secret, generous heart. John’s very own little bit of him.
And it’s not just silly, either, because when John touches Rodney’s stomach, Rodney goes soft and pliant, and his mouth drops out of hyperdrive. While he strokes Rodney’s belly, Rodney wanders through his day, picking up on scenery he sped by the first time, and he tells John about it in a slower, gentler voice than anyone else on Atlantis ever hears.
It gets John every time, when he reaches for Rodney - there’s this quick happy flash in his eyes, just a flicker - and he can see the moment, feel it, when Rodney relaxes into him, for him, warm and comfortable under John’s hands.
John’s happy in a way he can’t begin to describe, and he’s not even sure there are words for it, so he strokes Rodney’s belly, hoping the message will get through. He’ll do it every day if he has to.
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