TEAM MCKAY: ground zero, "Unexpected"
Title: Unexpected
Author: ozsaur
Team: McKay
Prompt: ground zero
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: John doesn't take Rodney's news very well.
Notes: I would like to thank the two people who read through the story. Also, the quotes were googled, but paraphrased by me except for the first one which was written by Professor W. S. Franklin.
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The most important single fact in connection with the study of the phenomena of heat is that a substance settles to a quiescent state in which there is no tendency to further change of any kind when it is left to itself and shielded from all outside disturbing influences. This quiescent state is called a state of thermal equilibrium.
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Rodney's head rested in a small puddle of beer. His arms hurt, and lying on the deck was doing his back no favors. His crotch was sticky with come and most of it wasn't even his.
Rodney gestured around vaguely at the mess. "You couldn't just say, 'Hey, Rodney, I really like you. Would you like to go on a date?' like a normal person?"
John snuffled at Rodney's shoulder. "No."
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All explosive substances produce heat.
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There wasn't a lot of talking after that, only a lot of moaning, the smack of wet kisses, and the occasional hiss or yelp of pain. John's watchband catching in Rodney's belly hair was a memorable moment, and maybe someday they'd laugh about it, but right that minute all Rodney wanted was John's hand on his dick.
John finally got Rodney's zipper down without too much damage, and Rodney grabbed handfuls of John's hair because finally! Six years! A man shouldn't have to wait that long to find out if the hair of the most important person in his life felt as soft as it looked.
Somehow, in spite of knees bumping, and the awkward position of John's arm, they managed to get it together. John worked his hand inside Rodney's boxers, and Rodney discovered the tender spot at the base of John's throat. He couldn't stay still beneath John, couldn't stop writhing as John humped against his hip, and gave him the worst handjob he'd ever had.
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Pyrotechnics include illuminating flares, signaling flares, incendiary delays...
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John at least had the sense to pull Rodney away from the edge of the pier where they'd been sitting. As soon as he had Rodney situated, he pounced on him like he was his favorite comfy sofa. Rodney grunted, but didn't protest at the sudden weight holding him down except to smack John in the ribs.
"You couldn't have done this six years ago?" Rodney demanded. John ignored the question, and tried to swoop in for another attempt at a kiss. "Why didn't you tell me. I deserve an answer."
John groaned, then sighed gustily against Rodney's neck. "I couldn't take the chance."
"Because of your career?"
"That too."
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The effects of an explosive depends primarily on the amount of heat given off during the explosion.
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"Is that all you have to say? I can't believe you! I had the biggest crush on you that first year. It got bad enough that Elizabeth took me aside and told me that I was making a fool of myself over you."
"Elizabeth wouldn't say that," John said, still trying to get closer.
Rodney's arms began to give out under the pressure exerted by John's body. The distracting thigh nudging up against his balls didn't help either.
"She did," Rodney said, weakly, as John finally got close enough to nuzzle right under Rodney's ear. "Not in those words, but she said-- oh! I was-- right there! I was being a... " and all the words he wanted to say disappeared when John nipped his ear lobe.
It was dizzying, and imperfect, and Rodney had never wanted anything so badly in his life. He grabbed the bottom of John's shirt and shoved it up so he could touch all the places he'd been dreaming about for years. Then John's fingertips brushed a ticklish spot just above the waistband of his jeans, and Rodney's leg kicked out.
That's when he remembered that his feet were dangling over the edge of the pier.
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Whenever a substance gives up stored energy, the substance always undergoes change.
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It was an uncomfortable position to be in. This wasn't a good place to be getting into a confrontation with John, especially one that was getting physical, and when he didn't have a clue what was going on.
"First Katie, then Jennifer, and now this... this... whatever! No! Just no!"
John shoved Rodney down, beer flying everywhere. The bottle slipped from his hand, leaving a frothing trail as it rolled across the deck and over the side. Rodney clutched at John's shoulders as John moved to pin him down.
"John, what?!"
"You. Are. Not. Dating. Someone. Else."
Then John kissed him, which was more like smashing Rodney's face with his mouth than a kiss. Rodney opened his mouth in self defense. John pulled back, looking determined to come in for another try, but Rodney stiffened his arms and held him back.
"What the hell, John!"
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Most explosives require some stimulus, like heat, impact, shock, or spark, to provoke them into undergoing the change which produces the explosion.
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Suddenly, John's hands were fisted in Rodney's shirt, jerking his body around to face him. "Hell, no," he said.
Beer splashed everywhere as Rodney flailed. "What?!" Rodney clutched at John's arm with his free hand. The last thing he wanted to do was test the safety features out here by having one or both of them fall over the side. "John, what?!"
"You're not. No, you're not."
Rodney had rarely seen John look so furious. Only when invading Genii or Replicators or long lost Ancients tried to take his city. But there was nothing like that out here. The fury was directed at Rodney.
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The chemical decomposition of an explosive may take a fraction of a second. It could also take days, weeks, months or even years.
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Rodney smiled as he twisted the top off his bottle of beer. "You know that new polymer scientist that arrived on the Daedalus two weeks ago? The pretty redhead? I'm thinking about asking her on a date."
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Author: ozsaur
Team: McKay
Prompt: ground zero
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: John doesn't take Rodney's news very well.
Notes: I would like to thank the two people who read through the story. Also, the quotes were googled, but paraphrased by me except for the first one which was written by Professor W. S. Franklin.
Once you've read the story, please take a moment to vote in the poll below. Ratings go from 1 (low) to 9 (high), so all you need to do is enter a single number in that range into each text entry box. You'll be able to see the prompt in the header above.
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- - -
The most important single fact in connection with the study of the phenomena of heat is that a substance settles to a quiescent state in which there is no tendency to further change of any kind when it is left to itself and shielded from all outside disturbing influences. This quiescent state is called a state of thermal equilibrium.
- - -
Rodney's head rested in a small puddle of beer. His arms hurt, and lying on the deck was doing his back no favors. His crotch was sticky with come and most of it wasn't even his.
Rodney gestured around vaguely at the mess. "You couldn't just say, 'Hey, Rodney, I really like you. Would you like to go on a date?' like a normal person?"
John snuffled at Rodney's shoulder. "No."
- - -
All explosive substances produce heat.
- - -
There wasn't a lot of talking after that, only a lot of moaning, the smack of wet kisses, and the occasional hiss or yelp of pain. John's watchband catching in Rodney's belly hair was a memorable moment, and maybe someday they'd laugh about it, but right that minute all Rodney wanted was John's hand on his dick.
John finally got Rodney's zipper down without too much damage, and Rodney grabbed handfuls of John's hair because finally! Six years! A man shouldn't have to wait that long to find out if the hair of the most important person in his life felt as soft as it looked.
Somehow, in spite of knees bumping, and the awkward position of John's arm, they managed to get it together. John worked his hand inside Rodney's boxers, and Rodney discovered the tender spot at the base of John's throat. He couldn't stay still beneath John, couldn't stop writhing as John humped against his hip, and gave him the worst handjob he'd ever had.
- - -
Pyrotechnics include illuminating flares, signaling flares, incendiary delays...
- - -
John at least had the sense to pull Rodney away from the edge of the pier where they'd been sitting. As soon as he had Rodney situated, he pounced on him like he was his favorite comfy sofa. Rodney grunted, but didn't protest at the sudden weight holding him down except to smack John in the ribs.
"You couldn't have done this six years ago?" Rodney demanded. John ignored the question, and tried to swoop in for another attempt at a kiss. "Why didn't you tell me. I deserve an answer."
John groaned, then sighed gustily against Rodney's neck. "I couldn't take the chance."
"Because of your career?"
"That too."
- - -
The effects of an explosive depends primarily on the amount of heat given off during the explosion.
- - -
"Is that all you have to say? I can't believe you! I had the biggest crush on you that first year. It got bad enough that Elizabeth took me aside and told me that I was making a fool of myself over you."
"Elizabeth wouldn't say that," John said, still trying to get closer.
Rodney's arms began to give out under the pressure exerted by John's body. The distracting thigh nudging up against his balls didn't help either.
"She did," Rodney said, weakly, as John finally got close enough to nuzzle right under Rodney's ear. "Not in those words, but she said-- oh! I was-- right there! I was being a... " and all the words he wanted to say disappeared when John nipped his ear lobe.
It was dizzying, and imperfect, and Rodney had never wanted anything so badly in his life. He grabbed the bottom of John's shirt and shoved it up so he could touch all the places he'd been dreaming about for years. Then John's fingertips brushed a ticklish spot just above the waistband of his jeans, and Rodney's leg kicked out.
That's when he remembered that his feet were dangling over the edge of the pier.
- - -
Whenever a substance gives up stored energy, the substance always undergoes change.
- - -
It was an uncomfortable position to be in. This wasn't a good place to be getting into a confrontation with John, especially one that was getting physical, and when he didn't have a clue what was going on.
"First Katie, then Jennifer, and now this... this... whatever! No! Just no!"
John shoved Rodney down, beer flying everywhere. The bottle slipped from his hand, leaving a frothing trail as it rolled across the deck and over the side. Rodney clutched at John's shoulders as John moved to pin him down.
"John, what?!"
"You. Are. Not. Dating. Someone. Else."
Then John kissed him, which was more like smashing Rodney's face with his mouth than a kiss. Rodney opened his mouth in self defense. John pulled back, looking determined to come in for another try, but Rodney stiffened his arms and held him back.
"What the hell, John!"
- - -
Most explosives require some stimulus, like heat, impact, shock, or spark, to provoke them into undergoing the change which produces the explosion.
- - -
Suddenly, John's hands were fisted in Rodney's shirt, jerking his body around to face him. "Hell, no," he said.
Beer splashed everywhere as Rodney flailed. "What?!" Rodney clutched at John's arm with his free hand. The last thing he wanted to do was test the safety features out here by having one or both of them fall over the side. "John, what?!"
"You're not. No, you're not."
Rodney had rarely seen John look so furious. Only when invading Genii or Replicators or long lost Ancients tried to take his city. But there was nothing like that out here. The fury was directed at Rodney.
- - -
The chemical decomposition of an explosive may take a fraction of a second. It could also take days, weeks, months or even years.
- - -
Rodney smiled as he twisted the top off his bottle of beer. "You know that new polymer scientist that arrived on the Daedalus two weeks ago? The pretty redhead? I'm thinking about asking her on a date."
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