Fic: Oh God, Oh God
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sga_santaTitle: Oh God, Oh God
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burningchaos
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Playful and somewhat funny piece of fluff.
For:kerry_louise
Oh God, Oh God
Avoiding a person in Atlantis was virtual impossible. Not to mention the fact that Rodney was on the same team with the person he was attempting to ignore. So Rodney felt trapped, which in turn made him a miserable bastard... well, more so the usual. John was the worst possible person for him and he knew it. How could he not, John was a heartbreaker. He wasn't even a light snack for a guy like John.
Yet it never failed, the moment he came within five feet of John he went all warm and gooey. Hell, he smiled and laughed. Everything about John sent his well-developed sense of self-preservation into a tailspin. John was worse than chocolate. He was more addictive than coffee; John was sadly, his drug of choice.
Which is why he kept running away.
So yeah, it all made perfect sense. John was the worse possible man for him. He had an overdeveloped hero complex, a libido stuck in overdrive and he was just so...so wrong for him.
Not that Rodney's body or heart was listening to his mind. Oh no! Every time he saw John he wanted to roll over like some sad puppy to have his belly scratched. Well maybe not his belly, but he wanted something scratched. Damn it, he wanted soon. No, Rodney chased that thought away. Bad, bad thoughts.
Hurrying down the hall to the mess, Rodney wanted to get there and finish eating before John showed up. He had to, because his survival depended on it. Okay, his sanity anyways. Rushing through the line, he heaped up his tray with the mystery kinda-sorta meat dish of the day. At least this time it was the right color.
Rodney sat off by himself because he didn't feel like talking. With his emotional situation like such, he might spill his guts about John to the first person that said hello. Hell, he just wanted to eat and run... Literally. Rodney realized his mistake as soon as he heard it. "Whatcha doin, Rodney?" right behind him. He had sat with his back to the door, some genius he was.
"Well, Colonel, I am sure it doesn't take a genius to see I am eating. So go away and let me eat." Rodney tried to keep the desperation out of his voice. John was wearing the T-shirt of doom. It was small; way too small and it clung to his chest as he moved. Suddenly, Rodney wanted to push John down and lick lunch off his wonderful pectoral muscles. Oh, yes, that would just go over so very, very well now wouldn't it?
John sat across from Rodney, a pout covering his beautiful face, "Well that just isn't nice at all. Nope, here I am being all social..."
"Sheppard, you are always social." Rodney snorted.
John some how managed to frown and pout at the same time, "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
Rodney couldn't fathom how John managed to look like a two year old and remain sexy. It was diabolical and he was sure there was a conspiracy involved. Damn his Ancient genes. It seemed he and Atlantis wanted the same thing, John touching them... A lot.
"I am sure if you think about it hard, really hard, someplace else you will figure it out." Rodney looked back down at his less then appetizing lunch. He had lost his appetite, which was just sad and nearly impossible. Rodney pushed his try away and saw John studying him.
"What?" Rodney snapped, John plus staring equals bad. Very bad, because he got that intense look that made him want to leap over the table or whatever else was in the way and kiss him... Hard.
"Nothing. I am just trying to figure out what your problem is." John said in a puzzled tone as his eyes searched Rodney's face for unseen answers.
Rodney felt his temper soar, "My problem! My problem? I don't have a problem. Not a single one." Defensiveness dripped off every word.
"Rodney, if you don't have a problem, why did you leap up and start dancing around?" John grinned.
Rodney looked around, damn it he hadn't even noticed he was standing. He sat down heavily and whispered, "I don't have a problem."
John smirked as he leaned forward, "Yeah, I can see that. I, however, do have one. See I know this guy, he is snarky and has this crooked mouth I just want to kiss. He is driving me insane with desire. In fact, I haven't been able to fill out a report in days. Do you know why?"
Rodney held his breath, John was testing him. He had to be. "No, I don't and I am not sure I want to know about your perverted fantasies."
"Really?" John practically drawled, "Cause I don't see you leaving."
Rodney wanted to smack himself, he couldn't move. His legs and ass were frozen to the bench. His palms began to sweat as he realized just how fucked he really was and not in a good way either.
"So, about that guy I was mentioning...he is scary smart. It is so sexy, I get hard watching him think." John smiled that lazy come fuck me smile he had patented back on Earth before leaving. Rodney felt his chest tighten; he didn't want to hear John talk about Zelenka. Beside that man wasn't nearly as smart as he was. John continued, "It is a major distraction every time he bends over. He wears these blue shirts that ride up just enough to give me a glimpse of his lower back when he does, I swear my mouth waters thinking about it.
"Look, Colonel, I said I am not interested, and I am the one trying to eat here. I am not Dear Abby. Go bug Kate with your issues." Rodney pulled his plate back toward him and tried, oh so desperately, to focus on it.
"Aw, come on, Rodney, I thought we were friends. I mean guy-to-guy, right? I can't imagine Kate understanding this at all."
Rodney snorted, again. He really needed a better way to deal with John if he couldn't escape like usual.
"Look, this is all pointless. You have nothing to say that I want to hear. In fact you are wasting my valuable time. Time that I could be discovering, oh, I don't know cold fusion or how to create a Zedpm. So, why don't you scuttle of to whatever dark corner you were lurking in before you decided to come play bother the genius and let me eat. Then maybe I can get back to work." Rodney's tone was cold and sharp. It carried more snark than normal and sounded harsh even to ears. He watched John pale and rock back as if he were slapped.
"Ouch," John leaned back and stood up. "Fine, just fine. You don't want to hear what I have to say. Great." Rodney wanted to apologize; he had never seen John look quite so hurt before. He watched him warily as he walked around the table and flinched as John yanked him up.
"Then how about a demonstration?" John cupped Rodney's jaw and stroked it with his thumbs as he pulled him closer. Suddenly Rodney's mouth went dry and his stomach was fluttering. He couldn't breathe. Warm, soft lips covered his own just as he had opened his mouth to draw in a deep breath.
He felt John slip his tongue into his mouth and shuddered. Unconsciously, he raised his hands to John's hair and tugged him closer. He could hear his blood pounding in his veins as John continued to kiss him. Pulling back, he gently bit down on Rodney's lower lip, sliding his hands to Rodney's shoulders. John gave him a slight push.
Glassy eyed and now extremely horny, it took a moment for Rodney to remember where they were. John's face lit up as he rocked back on his heels. Clarity returned as he watched John's smug smile. He swayed and John quickly reached out to steady him.
"Oh God, Oh God tell me no one saw that..." Rodney looked in to John's eyes panic now replacing the desire that had been shinning there moments ago.
"Nope, no one saw. We were just kissing in the middle the mess. Everyone saw. People are exchanging money and holding up number cards. Zelenka's card says we need work though."
Rodney gasped, "I need work." His eyes still glued to John's "Do I need work?"
"If kissing was an Olympic sport, we would win the gold..." John's green eyes sparkled as he grinned like a cat that ate the cannery type grin.
"So I gather it wasn't Zelenka you were talking about?"
"Zelenka? You thought I was talking about Zelenka? Oh, that is good." John put his arm around Rodney's shoulders and led him toward the hallway. "What do you say about going someplace a little less crowded?"
"My shirts drive you to distraction?" Rodney sounded awed.
"Yeah and just imagine how I'll feel once I get you out of it." John's eyes flashed hotly with desire.
"You know; my room is much, much closer then yours." Rodney started to walk toward the transporter a little faster.
John grinned as he sped up to stay in step, "You know ideas like that are why you are the genius. The idea, though, is to get there together. As they stopped in front of the transporter, John turned Rodney toward him "I can't do this," John leaned in and captured Rodney's lips in a bone melting kiss, one that caused him to let out a manly whimper as John pulled back and finished, "if you get there by yourself."
Rodney nodded and as the doors opened he quickly pulled John into the transporter. "Yes, yes of course. Makes perfect sense. So, let's hurry, shall we?"
End
Author:
burningchaosPairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Playful and somewhat funny piece of fluff.
For:
kerry_louiseOh God, Oh God
Avoiding a person in Atlantis was virtual impossible. Not to mention the fact that Rodney was on the same team with the person he was attempting to ignore. So Rodney felt trapped, which in turn made him a miserable bastard... well, more so the usual. John was the worst possible person for him and he knew it. How could he not, John was a heartbreaker. He wasn't even a light snack for a guy like John.
Yet it never failed, the moment he came within five feet of John he went all warm and gooey. Hell, he smiled and laughed. Everything about John sent his well-developed sense of self-preservation into a tailspin. John was worse than chocolate. He was more addictive than coffee; John was sadly, his drug of choice.
Which is why he kept running away.
So yeah, it all made perfect sense. John was the worse possible man for him. He had an overdeveloped hero complex, a libido stuck in overdrive and he was just so...so wrong for him.
Not that Rodney's body or heart was listening to his mind. Oh no! Every time he saw John he wanted to roll over like some sad puppy to have his belly scratched. Well maybe not his belly, but he wanted something scratched. Damn it, he wanted soon. No, Rodney chased that thought away. Bad, bad thoughts.
Hurrying down the hall to the mess, Rodney wanted to get there and finish eating before John showed up. He had to, because his survival depended on it. Okay, his sanity anyways. Rushing through the line, he heaped up his tray with the mystery kinda-sorta meat dish of the day. At least this time it was the right color.
Rodney sat off by himself because he didn't feel like talking. With his emotional situation like such, he might spill his guts about John to the first person that said hello. Hell, he just wanted to eat and run... Literally. Rodney realized his mistake as soon as he heard it. "Whatcha doin, Rodney?" right behind him. He had sat with his back to the door, some genius he was.
"Well, Colonel, I am sure it doesn't take a genius to see I am eating. So go away and let me eat." Rodney tried to keep the desperation out of his voice. John was wearing the T-shirt of doom. It was small; way too small and it clung to his chest as he moved. Suddenly, Rodney wanted to push John down and lick lunch off his wonderful pectoral muscles. Oh, yes, that would just go over so very, very well now wouldn't it?
John sat across from Rodney, a pout covering his beautiful face, "Well that just isn't nice at all. Nope, here I am being all social..."
"Sheppard, you are always social." Rodney snorted.
John some how managed to frown and pout at the same time, "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
Rodney couldn't fathom how John managed to look like a two year old and remain sexy. It was diabolical and he was sure there was a conspiracy involved. Damn his Ancient genes. It seemed he and Atlantis wanted the same thing, John touching them... A lot.
"I am sure if you think about it hard, really hard, someplace else you will figure it out." Rodney looked back down at his less then appetizing lunch. He had lost his appetite, which was just sad and nearly impossible. Rodney pushed his try away and saw John studying him.
"What?" Rodney snapped, John plus staring equals bad. Very bad, because he got that intense look that made him want to leap over the table or whatever else was in the way and kiss him... Hard.
"Nothing. I am just trying to figure out what your problem is." John said in a puzzled tone as his eyes searched Rodney's face for unseen answers.
Rodney felt his temper soar, "My problem! My problem? I don't have a problem. Not a single one." Defensiveness dripped off every word.
"Rodney, if you don't have a problem, why did you leap up and start dancing around?" John grinned.
Rodney looked around, damn it he hadn't even noticed he was standing. He sat down heavily and whispered, "I don't have a problem."
John smirked as he leaned forward, "Yeah, I can see that. I, however, do have one. See I know this guy, he is snarky and has this crooked mouth I just want to kiss. He is driving me insane with desire. In fact, I haven't been able to fill out a report in days. Do you know why?"
Rodney held his breath, John was testing him. He had to be. "No, I don't and I am not sure I want to know about your perverted fantasies."
"Really?" John practically drawled, "Cause I don't see you leaving."
Rodney wanted to smack himself, he couldn't move. His legs and ass were frozen to the bench. His palms began to sweat as he realized just how fucked he really was and not in a good way either.
"So, about that guy I was mentioning...he is scary smart. It is so sexy, I get hard watching him think." John smiled that lazy come fuck me smile he had patented back on Earth before leaving. Rodney felt his chest tighten; he didn't want to hear John talk about Zelenka. Beside that man wasn't nearly as smart as he was. John continued, "It is a major distraction every time he bends over. He wears these blue shirts that ride up just enough to give me a glimpse of his lower back when he does, I swear my mouth waters thinking about it.
"Look, Colonel, I said I am not interested, and I am the one trying to eat here. I am not Dear Abby. Go bug Kate with your issues." Rodney pulled his plate back toward him and tried, oh so desperately, to focus on it.
"Aw, come on, Rodney, I thought we were friends. I mean guy-to-guy, right? I can't imagine Kate understanding this at all."
Rodney snorted, again. He really needed a better way to deal with John if he couldn't escape like usual.
"Look, this is all pointless. You have nothing to say that I want to hear. In fact you are wasting my valuable time. Time that I could be discovering, oh, I don't know cold fusion or how to create a Zedpm. So, why don't you scuttle of to whatever dark corner you were lurking in before you decided to come play bother the genius and let me eat. Then maybe I can get back to work." Rodney's tone was cold and sharp. It carried more snark than normal and sounded harsh even to ears. He watched John pale and rock back as if he were slapped.
"Ouch," John leaned back and stood up. "Fine, just fine. You don't want to hear what I have to say. Great." Rodney wanted to apologize; he had never seen John look quite so hurt before. He watched him warily as he walked around the table and flinched as John yanked him up.
"Then how about a demonstration?" John cupped Rodney's jaw and stroked it with his thumbs as he pulled him closer. Suddenly Rodney's mouth went dry and his stomach was fluttering. He couldn't breathe. Warm, soft lips covered his own just as he had opened his mouth to draw in a deep breath.
He felt John slip his tongue into his mouth and shuddered. Unconsciously, he raised his hands to John's hair and tugged him closer. He could hear his blood pounding in his veins as John continued to kiss him. Pulling back, he gently bit down on Rodney's lower lip, sliding his hands to Rodney's shoulders. John gave him a slight push.
Glassy eyed and now extremely horny, it took a moment for Rodney to remember where they were. John's face lit up as he rocked back on his heels. Clarity returned as he watched John's smug smile. He swayed and John quickly reached out to steady him.
"Oh God, Oh God tell me no one saw that..." Rodney looked in to John's eyes panic now replacing the desire that had been shinning there moments ago.
"Nope, no one saw. We were just kissing in the middle the mess. Everyone saw. People are exchanging money and holding up number cards. Zelenka's card says we need work though."
Rodney gasped, "I need work." His eyes still glued to John's "Do I need work?"
"If kissing was an Olympic sport, we would win the gold..." John's green eyes sparkled as he grinned like a cat that ate the cannery type grin.
"So I gather it wasn't Zelenka you were talking about?"
"Zelenka? You thought I was talking about Zelenka? Oh, that is good." John put his arm around Rodney's shoulders and led him toward the hallway. "What do you say about going someplace a little less crowded?"
"My shirts drive you to distraction?" Rodney sounded awed.
"Yeah and just imagine how I'll feel once I get you out of it." John's eyes flashed hotly with desire.
"You know; my room is much, much closer then yours." Rodney started to walk toward the transporter a little faster.
John grinned as he sped up to stay in step, "You know ideas like that are why you are the genius. The idea, though, is to get there together. As they stopped in front of the transporter, John turned Rodney toward him "I can't do this," John leaned in and captured Rodney's lips in a bone melting kiss, one that caused him to let out a manly whimper as John pulled back and finished, "if you get there by yourself."
Rodney nodded and as the doors opened he quickly pulled John into the transporter. "Yes, yes of course. Makes perfect sense. So, let's hurry, shall we?"
End
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Date: 2005-12-20 09:10 pm (UTC)ooooh I love too... 'shirt-love' I can completely relate
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Date: 2005-12-21 03:13 am (UTC)He's so cute when he's nervous. Good on John for taking a stance!
Great story to the writer :D
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Date: 2005-12-24 01:13 am (UTC)What's the rule about pointing out oopsies when commenting on a lj story? Is it rude if the author didn't ask for beta-ing? Or is it ok to offer corrections/suggestions when not directly asked?
Forgive me if this is rude but the cat ate the canary. Things get packed into metal tins at a cannery.
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