SGA Fic Is Now Complete...=D
Jun. 25th, 2007 03:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ginndaddyFinally finished it...Enjoy!
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR "SUNDAY" Don't cry to me because you ignored this and read it anyway....Kay? Good.
Title: Mondays Never End
Author: Ashling Darcy, with copious amounts of help from Laynie/Tru and Jamie/Shep, Guess that makes them Co-Authors…I’ll finish a fic on my own eventually…maybe, I’ve since been informed that Tru’s not a co-author, she’s a muse…and that so just fits the both of them…guess you have them to thank for this! =D
Fandom:, Stargate: Atlantis (I need to figure out how to smuggle myself and Jack and Danny and Cam and Teal’c and Sam (only as long as she sticks to Janet and is nice to Rodney) and Janet and everybody else I want to keep to Atlantis because SG1 can’t end! *wails*)
Pairing: mentions Rodney/Carson, becomes Rodney/John, and just for fun let’s see how many of you pay attention to this and can tell me how many different pairing references I make…yes I know I’m evil. My third favorite SGA pairing kinda got added in there for fun, so…
Warnings: Character Death, but if you’ve seen “SUNDAY” you know that. THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SUNDAY. Don’t whine at me because you read this without watching that.
Rating: FRAO, for ideas and sex…Don’t blame all the corruption on me…you helped.
Disclaimer: Me = Moneyless, Suing = Stupid
Author’s Notes: This took on a life of its own and Shep and Tru just kept feeding it. Sorry if it sucks. And yes I know I have WIPs to do…I’ll get there I promise…as soon as my muse comes home. If you see one that looks like a cross of Snape/Qui-Gon Jinn send him my way…annoyingly hot bastard. That’s the only reason I listen to him I swear.
Basically I watched Sunday again (big mistake, Huge. I have to go shopping now. Oops wrong movie.) And had to get this out of my head and off my chest. So…no throwing things there will not be a sequel. *glares* I mean it. *eyes clan members* that’s not gonna work is it? *pouts*
Beta’s: Dru/Asato, Delaynie/Tru, Ash/Jack V, Keller was kind enough to offer to go over this but I couldn’t wait anymore. =D Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth sighed as she read yet another complaint from Dr. Watson, the man Carson had died saving. Rodney had been especially difficult since then. His grief, while understandable, couldn’t be allowed to affect his work anymore. She had a feeling Carson wouldn’t want that for their mutual friend and neither did Elizabeth. She just wanted things to go smoothly for once. And wasn’t that a fool’s wish in the Pegasus Galaxy?
She tapped her headset, “Dr. McKay, could you come to my office please. Thank you.” She deliberately made it a demand and not a request. Requests, Rodney would ignore until he was good and ready. Most demands he answered. Silently, more often than not.
And a silent Rodney was a disturbing thing. While watching him sneak up on his underlings had amused them the first few times, now it just emphasized how wrong it was that Rodney no longer babbled. When explaining something there was no more off topic/on topic, back and forth anymore. Everything was clear (though mostly over everyone but Radek’s head) and concise.
“What is it, Elizabeth? I have important things to get done.” She sighed and looked up at Rodney McKay.
“I have another complaint on my desk, Rodney. I’d really like to know why. You need to stop this. What is it about Watson that sets you off? If we knew, maybe we could fix it.” Her eyes pleaded with him, not to be stubborn. To take the out she offered. Discipline was not something Elizabeth was good at.
Rodney stared at her impassively and for a moment Elizabeth thought he’d turn and walk out. And then he…he exploded. “HE KILLED MY LOVER!” He sank down in the chair in front of her desk panting, like he’d run a mile. And maybe he had. It seemed he’d been running from this for quite some time.
“Are you happy now, Dr Weir? I’ve outed myself and given you your cause.” His voice, seconds ago full of fury was eerily calm and composed now. “I can’t stand the sight of the man, and I want him gone. But I can’t fire him, no. That wouldn’t be fair.” He glared at the wall. “How exactly is it fair for me to stare at the reason my heart is no longer here?”
Elizabeth blinked. She'd had no idea that Carson and Rodney were involved; much less that Rodney was still upset about it. Granted they all were, but to hear how Rodney was hurting, struck a chord. "Rodney, I'm not begrudging you your grief, but...this is...a shock. How long were you and Carson together?" She asks, still trying to wrap her head around it.
Rodney continued glaring at the back wall and refused to make eye contact with her. He ignored her question and retorted, "My resignation will be on your desk in an hour. The Daedalus leaves tomorrow morning, I checked. Most of my research has already been assigned to others. Don't let Kavanaugh touch the little silver thing from PX3-454. Zelenka knows everything I do. I can't stay here anymore."
Elizabeth stared at him. "Rodney, I, I can't accept your resignation, not over this." Elizabeth stood and walked around to the other side of her desk. "Look, we're all…hurting over Carson's death, and while you are hurting more than all of us, we can't lose you. Please, reconsider," Elizabeth pleaded.
John walked happened in at that moment, and heard the end of Elizabeth's plea and stared at Rodney's back. "You're not serious, Rodney? You can’t go. We need you here Rodney; you can't turn your back on us now."
Rodney turned and glared at John, and then Elizabeth. "I can go if I want. I'm a civilian contractor, I’m not in the military. I can go when I want." He'd tried to talk to John about how upset he was, and why, but John had been dealing with his own grief. They all had been. Boo hoo, poor them. He was the one who'd lost his best friend and lover all at once. Who had they lost? Their doctor.
He stood and threw at John on his way out the door, “Ask Elizabeth, she knows. If you'll excuse me." Rodney turned and left then, leaving behind a questioning John and an upset Elizabeth.
John turned to Elizabeth, eyebrow upturned. She paused for a moment and gathered her thoughts, the diplomat in her never at rest. "Did you know he and Carson were involved?" she asked. She watched him collapse in the chair Rodney had just vacated. “I’ll take that as a no,” ,she said, eyebrows raised.
He looked like a lost little boy slumped there. “I- why didn’t he tell me?” He was ashamed to admit he hadn’t been looking. Hadn’t been watching Rodney’s six like he should have been.
Elizabeth fought another sigh and frowned. She didn’t have an answer for him. They’d all been so wrapped up in their own grief that they’d missed every signal.
“I thought he was my best friend? How did I not know this? I could have been there for him.” He stubbornly refused to believe he’d done anything to make Rodney think he was untrustworthy. That he would’ve abused the information.
“I don’t know, but we’ve got to convince him to stay. We need him. The city needs him. And he can’t be on his own in this, John.”
John sighed, “I know, Liz, but if he doesn't want to stay, and we try to force him, it will only push him away.” He stared at her forlornly. What were they going to do? Carson would’ve known what to say. But Carson wasn’t here and that’s where all this started.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney would have made it all the way back to his quarters to pack if it hadn't been for the 6 foot 4 frame of Ronon barreling into him. He was so lost in his frustration that he automatically lashed out at Ronon, not even realizing who it was until he'd finished his tirade
"Why don't you watch where you're going? I mean it's a big hallway, lots of room. Do you have to walk down the middle of it? Show some consideration....oh."
Ronon blinked at McKay, confused at to his friend’s behavior. He'd not seen the man act like this since he'd first come to Atlantis, and to see McKay like this was...disturbing, even for him. McKay had mellowed. And with the training he and Ronon had been doing he’d learned a lot more control, saving his tirades for his minions. He tilted his head, dreadlocks sliding over one shoulder.
"McKay, everything ok?" Ronon did what he did best and observed. McKay looked sad, broken. Like he'd lost his best friend, but Ronon was pretty sure that Sheppard was still around, so he waited patiently for McKay to explain. If he didn't, Ronon would press further.
Rodney rolled his eyes and growled at his Neanderthal. “It’s not important. At least not to anyone else apparently. I’ve got some things left to do yet. Would you mind getting out of my way,” the last was deliberately not a question as he tried to side-step Ronon, who neatly moved over and blocked him.
Ronon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Yeah, something was definitely up with the geek. Looking at him closely, Ronon could see that the man hadn't slept in days. Ronon blinked and stared.
“This is about Elizabeth keeping the worm who got Carson killed under your supervision. You should get rid of him and be done with it.” Ronon crossed his arms, muscles bulging effectively to make a point.
Rodney fought a smile at his friend’s phrasing. “Yes, well. I have no place to hide the body or fabricate evidence so that Kavanaugh gets blamed. I think I’ll continue with my original plan. Now, excuse me?” he tried asking this time.
Ronon smiled grimly. “Nah. Come with me.” He grabbed McKay’s arm and pulled the mouthy scientist along behind him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John watched Ronon drag Rodney off and decided to do some reconnaissance. He was supposed to be Rodney's best friend; it hurt that Rodney didn't trust him but apparently trusted the man he called a Neanderthal. That was his geek the big guy was pushing around. That was John’s job. And John was nosy. So he followed.
John was going to make sure he had what information he needed to keep Rodney from leaving, he needed his best friend to stay and his city needed him too. While watching Rodney talk with Ronon he started to get madder about the situation. 'First, he didn't trust me with his secret, now he doesn't trust me to help him. He's mine! Err...my best friend...I'm the one that should be there for him...I should be comforting him.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney was so not enjoying this. He refused to enjoy being pulled around by an over grown ape man. He fought off a smile. He shouldn’t be happy. He should be upset. He was upset. But Ronon just had a strange power that made him want to smile at the most inconvenient times.
“Where in the name of all that’s holy are you taking me? And why?” He asked finally unable to stand the silence longer, he ignored the strange looks from the people they passed in the hall. He’d been getting strange looks all his life and he very highly doubted that Ronon gave a flying rat’s ass.
“Somewhere quiet,” Ronon growled out over his shoulder and continued blithely onward.
Rodney frowned and tried to dig his heels in. “I don’t want to go somewhere quiet. I want to go back to my lab and finish typing up the left over reports!” He knew he was being overly loud but didn’t care. He didn’t want to have a heart to heart. He wanted to forget. Forget what happened. Forget these people. Forget Atlantis ever happened to him. He’d rather be back in Siberia.
“You need to stop yelling or I’ll find a way to gag you.” Ronon smirked without looking at Rodney. He knew McKay was just being stubborn. Talking would help him. The same way telling Rodney about Sateda had helped Ronon.
“Oh, really? Well, you can just keep your kinks to yourself, you big hairy ape!” Rodney did stop himself at that though and continued to dig his hells in. He was very annoyed to see that it hadn’t slowed their pace any.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John stopped. What am I doing? I’m skulking around behind two of my close friends back. I should just let Ronon handle this. It’s not like I need to protect McKay from him. He knows how to take care of himself by now. Between Teyla, Ronon, and even Ford, Rodney had gotten slowly better at self defense. He still hated carrying a gun or being expected to shoot someone (with the exception of the Wraith and the Genii of course) but that wasn’t the point. The point was John was playing hide and seek without anyone else knowing it.
He stopped and watched Ronon drag Rodney onto the open platform they used for a driving range. I’ll let them talk and then I’ll track Rodney down one on one. Make it seem like less of an ambush. He nodded, plan made and headed back toward the mess.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney groaned as his arm was finally released. “About time. Dammit. I have work to do. The Daedalus leaves in less than 18 hours and I have paperwork that needs to be filed and passed on and signed. Ronon, I’m sorry I won’t be here for you to beat up for fun anymore, but I am equally as sure that you can find a new toy to play with.” He crossed his arms and glared his best ‘my opinion is the only one that counts’ glare.
Ronon snorted. No matter how much time he spent with McKay, he still had a hard time not laughing at him when he tried to be tough. “McKay, you’re so full of it.”
Rodney gaped at him in minor shock. "What?!" he practically screeched. “What pray tell would you know anything about?” Rodney knew he was screaming at Ronon for no reason. He just didn’t care anymore.
“What wise and oh so wonderful advice could you possibly have to offer? My lover, my reason for keeping us all alive in this hellhole of a place, is gone. Permanently. I. Will. Never. See. Him. Again.” He panted and fought back tears.
“I won’t get to wake up to his stupid humming or see him laughing at me for being a hypochondriac or watch those twinkling blue eyes ever again. And staying here, walking around this place expecting to-to do all those things is just driving me insane.”
He sniffed and ignored the tears sliding down his cheeks. “Everywhere I go, every time I enter our-my quarters, I expect to find him waiting. Ready to share some dumb joke or tell me some long winded lecture because I skipped dinner again and I really can’t take it anymore. I just can’t, Ronon.” He ended his rant in a whisper and stared out at the ocean.
“I just can’t.”
"I know what it's like, to see a place that once held memories of love and only see the pain," Ronon began, startling Rodney. Ronon was a man of few words.
“I’m-I,” Rodney stopped and looked back at his friend.” I’m sorry.” He said it with nothing but sincerity, knowing the big man would see anything else as pity.
Ronon nodded. “I don’t have to face that place everyday though. All I know is that you’re needed.” He looked Rodney in the eyes. “By a lot of people. Most of whom, even like you. A little.” His lips twitched but to his credit he didn’t actually smile.
“Hey! Is that supposed to convince me to stay?” He pouted at the Satedan.
Ronon smirked, finally, and asked, “Would anything I say change your mind about going?” He knew that if his friend truly meant to be gone from this place, nothing short of locking him up would keep him here. And even then he’d probably bust out. Rodney had gotten good at picking all kinds of locks. Ronon swelled with pride at that. He’d taught him so well.
“Well, no. Probably not. Why? Are you trying to make me stay?” He stared suspiciously at Ronon for a moment before shaking his head, “Because nothing any of you say is going to keep me here. I’m leaving tomorrow morning and that is that.” He nodded extra decisively to prove his point, looking like a defiant little boy in the process.
“Alright then, McKay. What say we have a little drinking night then? Send you off the right way. I’m sure you know where Zelenka keeps his moonshine.” Everyone on Atlantis knew the little Czech had a still hidden in an unused lab. But no one was going to call him on it as long as he continued to share.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ronon groaned and dragged Rodney a few more feet towards his door. Who knew Rodney was such a lightweight. A little of the good stuff and he was out of it. Ronon had to grin at some of the things Rodney had gone on about. Out of it and uninhibited.
He punched in the right combination to open the door and let out a sigh of relief when it opened on the first try. He’d been hoping Rodney hadn’t bothered to change it yet. He dumped him on his bed and considered making him more comfortable but figured Rodney would be uncomfortable come morning anyway, so…
And if Rodney just so happened to oversleep…well that was certainly no fault of Ronon’s now was it? His friend would just have to deal with being stuck on Atlantis for a few more months. Hopefully by the time the Daedalus came back they’d have convinced him to stay.
Ronon gave the empty hallway a toothy grin and made his way to his own bed. Hopefully he’d get lucky and Teyla would still be in it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
**Morning After**
Rodney groaned and covered his eyes, hoping that by blocking the bright sunlight it might somehow relieve his headache. God. He should know better than to try and keep up with Ronon when it came to alcohol of any kind. Damn Zelenka and his hooch anyway. ‘Stupid Czech should stay locked in his room with his Major and leave the rest of us in peace,’ he thought to himself.
He gave up on blocking the light and rolled onto his side to check his clock. He jerked upright and blinked, rechecking the numbers on the small battery operated alarm clock. No way in hell. If it was right, and none of Rodney’s electronics ever malfunctioned, then he’d missed the Daedalus leaving. He jumped up and noticed vaguely in the back of his mind that he was still dressed. He ran out of his quarters and towards the control room, hoping like hell he was wrong for once.
“Did *gasp* I *pant* miss *gulp* it?” He tried to ask Elizabeth who was standing there staring at him in shock along with the rest of the gate technicians. None of them had ever seen the astrophysicist run so fast.
“Miss what, Rodney?” Elizabeth asked, thinking to herself, ‘Now I know why Ronon looked so smug at the briefing this morning.’
“Did I miss the Daedalus leaving, Elizabeth? Dammit. You knew what I meant. Now answer me.” He glared and straightened up, catching his breath faster than those not on his team would’ve thought he could.
“Yes, I’m afraid so, Rodney. I’d thought it odd you didn’t say goodbye, but had assumed you were already on board.” She fought to keep the smile off her face. This was good. This meant they had more time to convince him to stay. Clever Ronon.
“No,” he whispered it and for half a second Elizabeth was sorry for her earlier thoughts. He sounded so defeated. And defeated was not something Rodney McKay was on a regular basis. Oh, he could panic with the best of them. But his confidence in his own intelligence usually kept him from defeat. It was heartbreaking to watch him walk away, shoulders slumped, head down. She wished she had a magic wand, or the Ancient device equivalent, to wave and make everything alright. But this was Pegasus, and easy was a rare, rare thing nowadays.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
**A Week Later**
Rodney walked quietly into the main lab and headed towards the back wall and his desk, or the Lantean equivalent. He knew everyone was staring at him and he didn’t really care. He’d missed his chance to escape. Sometimes it felt like he’d never escape this place. He wondered if he was going mad. Maybe that was why he had the sudden urge to walk out there and do something stupid just to give them something to really stare at. Yes he liked attention. Provided he’d earned the attention, he had no problem with it. But this? This was maddeningly not earned.
“The projects you deigned to pass on have not been touched. If you were looking for something to do.” Radek was calm and had a mildly bored expression on his face. Like Atlantis’ chief science officer quitting was an everyday occurrence. Rodney snorted.
“Yes, I’m fine. I appreciate your concern. No really, nothing for you to worry about. I just resigned yesterday and was tricked into staying longer than I’d planned by Colonel Sheppard’s trained ape. No reason for anyone to bat an eyelash around here.” He frowned at the reports that swore he’d sent on to other people that had magically appeared back on his desk at some point this morning.
“Is not something to-to bat an eyelash at, yes, this is true. But never for one minute do I think you are stupid enough to believe your well-being unimportant to me, my friend. Or anyone else with a brain on Atlantis for that matter.” And with that parting shot, the annoying little man Rodney had chosen as his 2IC was off muttering curses about him, no doubt, under his breath.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sheppard snuck his way quietly into Rodney’s lab and stood watching him for a few minutes thinking how tired his best friend looked. He wished he knew what to do to fix this, but in all honesty he’d not been close to many people in his life. Rodney McKay had a way of sneaking under people’s skin and burrowing in though. Seeing that his friend wasn’t paying any attention to anything at all, he decided to speed up the process and cleared his throat.
Rodney had been working diligently, or as diligently as he ever was when it came to paperwork, when he heard a throat clearing. And since logic dictated the throat had to belong to someone he glanced up and met the eyes of John Sheppard. The very pretty eyes of John Sheppard. He mentally smacked himself and chastised himself for thinking something like that about his very straight friend, *cough* Captain Kirk*cough*, and asked him what he was doing here.
“Can I help you with something Colonel or were you just browsing?” He went back to his paperwork and hoped that Sheppard would take a hint for once and make himself scarce.
John smirked and took the opportunity to saunter further into the room. "Maybe a little bit of both, Rodney," he said, slipping into the chair next to Rodney's desk. He'd never really taken the time to pay attention to what was on or around Rodney's desk. Sure he'd been in here plenty of times through crisis and what not. But he had never stopped to look. He was shocked at how many personal effects were on his desk.
A picture of Jeannie and what must be her daughter and husband. A miniature puddlejumper that must have come from Zelenka, he'd seen the man making them a few times for fun from spare scraps of metal and circuits. He'd even seen Rodney tear one up to use in a crisis so he knew it wasn't hard for the Czech to do apparently. What was surprising was that Rodney had kept one. There was a citation award from the SGC for something or another. Things like that John expected, but the knick knacks were a shock.
John reached down and picked up a ball made of animal skin and painted black with a suspiciously bat-like character drawn on it in yellow. He’d seen the kids from that eternal youth planet handing something to the cranky scientist after he’d finished passing out power bars on their last trip but had never bothered to ask what it was, figuring Rodney would just toss it anyway. Rodney snatched it out of his hand with surprising speed and carefully placed it back onto his desk with care.
“Didn’t your parents teach not to touch things that don’t belong to you, Major Pain-in-the-Ass? And what do you mean a little of both? It’s one or the other, not both.” Rodney griped and frowned rubbing his temples.
John pouted at being reduced to Major again. He thought he’d broken Rodney of that little…quirk. “It’s Lieutenant Colonel Pain-in-the-Ass, and you know it.” He tilted his head and eyed Rodney up and down. “And why can’t it be both?”
“Because I can’t think of any GOOD reason for you to want to stare at me. And thinking of the bad reasons just makes me want to slap you so I think we’ll just skip that all together.” Rodney pulled his desk drawer open and reached inside for the little bottle of pain pills. He’d had migraine ever since he could remember and days like this weren’t helping the matter. He popped two and swallowed them dry. He looked up and found John staring with a strange look in his eyes. That look was quickly masked and Rodney shrugged. He was too tired to care.
“Okay, so I thought I’d see if my best friend wanted to grab dinner with me, from the looks of things though you skipped lunch so instead of that being a question it’s now an order.” John’s grin was about as pleasant as a shark’s. Rodney sighed. He knew giving in now would be the path of least resistance so he stood and followed John to the mess.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
**Five Months After Missing His Ride**
Rodney felt something akin to guilt. He knew this wasn't a date. This was just him and John, best friends, getting together, hanging out, like they used to. But he still couldn't help it. And he couldn’t help the guilt of thinking that he wouldn’t mind if it was a date. Carson had only been gone seven months. Five months since he’d tried to leave on the Daedalus and return to earth. People and events had conspired against him it seemed and kept him here. He thought he was settling in okay. It helped that Elizabeth had given Watson the ‘option’ to return to Earth. He smiled remembering the look on Elizabeth’s face when he’d actually hugged her for that.
John asked Rodney if he’d want to come over to John’s apartment and watch a movie. He’d just traded one of the new marines for “Spaceballs” and had a nice stash of procured chocolate hidden. Rodney, thinking it might help to spend some quiet time with someone he liked, had agreed. So John was nervously pacing his room and reminding himself this was not a date. This was not a date. This was not a date. And then the Lantean answer to a doorbell went off and it was too late to change his mind. He let Rodney in and nodded towards the couch thing, “Make yourself comfortable.”
Rodney settled in on one end of John’s new couch. It was actually probably meant to be a lounge type seat for one but ever since they’d found that storage room full of furniture people had been making it up as they went along. Especially since some of the ‘seats’ were shaped very oddly indeed. He shook his head as he considered the chair that Major Lorne had walked off with. That thing had been designed for one thing and one thing only. Rodney grinned; he certainly hoped the Major enjoyed himself.
John finished dumping the popcorn into a large bowl and sat down next to Rodney. He smirked to himself when Rodney practically eeped as he was rolled closer to John when the stuffing of the couch moved with their weight. Not that sharing a laptop to watch a movie was gonna leave them much space to themselves anyway, but it was still nice to know that having him close flustered Rodney. Not many people did. Life threatening situations, yes; other people, no.
“So…ready to watch the movie?” John asked, as nonchalantly as possible given the proximity of his very own walking fantasy. Ever since he’d found out Rodney liked guys as well as girls he’d not been able to stop thinking about what it would feel like to be with Rodney. To kiss him and hold him and to be kissed and held in return.
“Well that is what I’m here for. So, yes, I’d have to say I’m ready.” John wasn’t looking at Rodney but he could tell from Rodney’s tone of voice that he was rolling his eyes at John. He smiled and leaned forward to grab the laptop and pulled it into his lap. He pitched the bowl of popcorn into Rodney’s lap and leaned closer.
“We’ll have to share space, no TV’s got shipped to us yet. Sorry.” He slipped an arm around Rodney’s shoulders and hit play.
Rodney fought the urge to lean into him and started munching on the popcorn that had been unceremoniously dumped in his lap. He grinned. John had sprinkled a little bit of cinnamon on it making it that much better. Rodney was surprised that John remembered him liking it that way but he wasn’t complaining. And he certainly wasn’t about to complain about being this close to the man either.
It’d been way too long since he’d had the luxury of meaningless human contact. Just a simple brush up against someone had been avoided to the fullest extent. He’d been so ready to shut out the world. But these people, his friends; Ronon, Radek, Teyla, Elizabeth, John; hadn’t let him. They had made him stay in the world not just of the world. He leaned against John’s side and when there was no protest, relaxed.
John grinned and tightened his hold on Rodney ever so slightly. He couldn’t believe this, he had the man he wanted, the man he’d come to realize he was in love with, this close. And Rodney hadn’t had to be knocked out for it to happen. He wondered if this was meant to happen, like everything else on Atlantis had seemed, destined. He didn’t really care as long as he never had to stop.
‘I could get very used to this,’ Rodney thought to himself. He saw John’s grin out of the corner of his eye and thought, ‘Maybe John wouldn’t mind so much either.’ He squashed the tiny bit of guilt that thought produced. He wasn’t going to let a misguided sense of betrayal tell him that this was wrong. Carson wouldn’t have wanted him to be miserable.
Rodney took a deep breath and turned to face John more fully. “I-well, I wanted to ask you something.” He hoped this wasn’t a mistake. He really, really hoped. John frowned slightly, but put the movie on pause and set the laptop on the small Athosian version of a coffee table. Rodney gulped, “I was wondering…”
"Hmm?" John murmured as he turned to face Rodney, who had that cute dopey expression on his face. “What were you wondering, Rodney?” He asked, absent mindedly rubbing his hand up and down Rodney’s upper arm.
“Are you-do you-would you…” Rodney let out a frustrated breath of air and frowned at himself. Just spit it out, McKay.
“Iwaswonderingifyouweereinterestedinmenandifyouareifyouwereinterestedinme.”
John blinked at the torrent of words that had just come from his geek’s mouth. ‘Huh?’ He shook his head and tilted Rodney’s chin up so he could meet his eyes. “You wanna rewind that and put it in slow mo?” He asked, daring a small smile.
Rodney stared at him eyes wide. He’d just blurted it out like that hadn’t he? Oh god, oh god, oh god. He’d-he’d just…He shook his head and said finally, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” He winced and closed his eyes not wanting to see the disgust in the hazel eyes.
John blinked and then stared at Rodney. ‘Oh, wow.’ Not stopping to think about it he leaned forward, grabbed Rodney’s face between his hands and kissed him with everything he was feeling. John pulled back for a moment and looked at Rodney, “This ok?” He kept a hand on Rodney's face, sliding the other down to rub Rodney’s side.
Rodney groaned and leaned forward wanting the contact back. He wrapped his arms around John and pulled him back, taking control of the kiss this time. It was John’s turn to groan as he found himself sucking on Rodney’s tongue and hoping this moment never ended. He reached down and pulled the hem of Rodney’s t-shirt free from his pants and slid a hand up underneath.
Rodney felt John’s hand slide up his rib cage and find his nipple; he gasped and leaned backwards against the edge of the lounge thing. He pushed John away and laid there panting for a few seconds. John panting right along with him. John leaned back and pulled Rodney’s right leg up onto the couch and-and slithered his way up, to lie across Rodney’s front. He grinned and leaned down, “Still ok?” Rodney could only nod and wrap his leg around John’s hips, as John’s erection thrust against his own.
“It’d be even better if you’d just stop talking,” Rodney bit out as he reached up and grabbed those pointy ears he’d been fantasizing about and tried to suck John’s tongue out of his head. He moved his hands down, continuing to kiss John senseless, and pulled his shirt up and off. John raised his arms and let Rodney start stripping him, reaching down and feeling Rodney wiggle to help him get his own t-shirt off. He leaned back down rubbing their bare chests together.
Rodney tilted his head back as John kissed and nipped his way down his jaw to his collarbone, where he bit a little harder. Rodney arched his hips seeking friction and moaned, “God. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Well congratulations, I think this is the most original way yet.” He panted and reached down to unbutton John’s BDU’s.
“What was that thing about not talking?” He questioned, licking first Rodney’s right nipple and then the left, blowing air across both and watching in satisfaction as they pebbled.
“Easier, ah! Said than done, Colonel. Oh god,” Rodney reached inside John’s now open pants and pushed his way into the cotton boxers, finally meeting skin with skin as he stroked the hard cock he found. John moaned and bit his lower lip to stifle the whimper trying to escape.
“Can we, ah, can we take this somewhere with more room?” John bit down on the pebbled nub closest to him and grinned when Rodney cried out. He knew he had some lube stashed in his bedside drawer and if he could get Rodney over there they could have all kinds of fun.
“Do you, oh, oh, do you have something in mind, John?” Rodney bit down on John’s collarbone and laved the spot with his tongue to soothe the small hurt. He let John pull him up off the couch and followed along behind him to the bed. He watched as John stopped, stripped the rest of his clothes off, and sprawled himself out on top of the covers.
“Well, what’re you waiting for? An engraved invitation?” John smirked at him and Rodney immediately stripped himself and pounced. He manfully ignored John’s giggles and rubbed his body over as much of John’s as he could reach. John sucked a breath in and was kissed senseless before he could release it. When Rodney finally moved down his chest to lick and bite his nipples, he panted hard, wondering how long he could talk Rodney into continuing to do that little thing with his tongue, God.
Rodney moved his way lower tongue fucking John’s navel. He rubbed his hands up and down John’s thighs applying pressure to keep himself up off John’s leaking cock. John whimpered when Rodney’s thumbs ran over the hollow at his hipbones. Rodney smirked and did it again, delighting in the sounds it produced.
“Jesus, Rodney,” John didn’t know if it was a curse or a prayer, either way he didn’t care as long as Rodney didn’t STOP. “Fuck, oh god, Rodney, you have to fuck me.” He reached blindly and passed the tube of lubricant to Rodney’s shock.
“What?” Rodney stared at the debauched military man under him. “Are you serious?” He couldn’t help asking.
John growled and wrapped his legs around Rodney’s hips, thrusting up at the same time. “Damn right, I am. Now, Rodney.” He grinned fiercely, “That’s an order.”
“Oh well, if it’s an order. Who am I to disobey?” Rodney’s eyes were still wide and staring and he knew it, but didn’t care. He opened the lube and slicked his fingers. He paused before sliding one in, rubbing at the tight ring of muscle. “Condoms?” He asked, wanting to do this right, not wanting the Colonel to think he didn’t care or went around having unprotected sex. ‘Sex. God, it’s been way too long,’ Rodney thought, waiting for an answer.
John laughed, “Don’t need it. We both know we’re clean. Besides, I want to feel you. All of you. Filling me up. Fucking me so deep I can’t sit down tomorrow.” He couldn’t help the full body shudder the thought induced.
Rodney whined low in the back of his throat and pushed one finger inside John. John squirmed, reacquainting himself with the feeling. Rodney leaned down and licked the head of John’s cock and sucked as much down as possible when John thrust up into his mouth. He prepped John as fast as he thought he could get away with, adding another finger and reaching inside for that little nub, that would…John arched and cried out wordlessly…there it was.
He did this a few more times, bobbing his head up and down on John’s cock at the same time, moaning at the taste and letting John feel the vibration. John’s head moved side to side on the pillow, he couldn’t hold himself still. He tried to stay still, but couldn’t help thrusting into Rodney’s hot, wet mouth. Rodney finally feeling that John was ready enough pulled his fingers out and his mouth off. He made soothing noises in response to John’s whimper at the loss and slicked his own cock.
“Ready?” He stared intently into John’s face, searching for any sign of distress. He didn’t want John to regret this. John glared at him, “Why’d you stop?” Rodney, taking this as consent, positioned himself and slid the flared head of his cock in just past the ring of muscle tightening around him. John panted and forced his body to relax, letting Rodney slip in further. He moaned and twisted his own nipples as Rodney moved extra carefully into him.
“Oh god, so good, needed this, need you, love you, Rodney,” He babbled at Rodney and let his eyes slide closed as pleasure coursed through his veins. Rodney moaned at John’s words and thrust faster, unable to stop the helpless response. He reached down and squeezed John’s cock, smearing the precome onto the head and twisting on the down stroke. John cried out Rodney’s name and moved his hips to counter Rodney’s thrusts, up into Rodney’s hand, back down onto Rodney’s cock.
Rodney slid his free hand down and rolled John’s balls between his fingers, sliding in long and hard and pulling out fast. John screamed, and came, come spurting over Rodney’s hand and his own stomach. Rodney howled as John clenched around him and exploded, filling John’s hole with his come. He thrust a few more times and collapsed.
He laid there panting for who knew how long before raising his head and staring at John in amazement. John smiled without opening his eyes, feeling Rodney’s glance. “Hmmm, now that…is way better than any movie I’ve ever seen.” He opened his eyes and chuckled at the expression on Rodney’s face, a mixture of awe and what John hoped was love.
Rodney smiled, “Does that mean we’ll be doing that again?”
“I sure as hell hope so. As often and in as many places as possible.” John waggled his eyebrows and smiled wider when Rodney giggled, of all things.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney frowned and moved his arm to block the light shining in his eyes. He was confused because he’d rigged a set of shutters for his bedroom window and usually managed to shut them before collapsing in bed. Except when he was too wasted to remember to, of course. But his head wasn’t about to explode so apparently he wasn’t hung over. He opened his eyes to check his clock and gasped jerking upright when he realized he was in bed with John. NAKED in bed with John. ‘Oh my god. Oh my god.’ Rodney fought down the wave of panic trying to overwhelm him.
He carefully moved to stand and groaned when John’s arm tightened around him, squeezing his very full bladder. “Colonel Sheppard,” he whispered, shaking his shoulder, “John, you need to let me up.” He hoped the Colonel wasn’t the type to wake up swinging he was in no position to duck out of the way.
John mumbled something and frowned, feeling up Rodney’s hip and upper thigh. He opened one eye and then widened both when he realized he wasn’t dreaming after all. Rodney really was naked in his bed. “Ummm,” he stared at the hotness that was a naked, slightly annoyed Rodney McKay.
“Do you mind?” Rodney finally demanded, gesturing wildly at John’s arm, still wrapped around Rodney’s waist. John jumped and muttered an apology letting go at the same time. Rodney got up and made his way quickly into the bathroom. Too quickly for John’s liking. John grinned as the door slid shut. He’d slept with Rodney. Rodney’d slept with him. Rodney’d said he loved him. Well, that he might love him. John frowned and then shook it off.
He got up and gathered Rodney’s boxers walking over to the bathroom and knocking. “Rodney, I thought you might want these, he opened the door a crack and tossed the blue and green striped boxers in.
He waved off the “Thanks,” that came through the door, even though Rodney couldn’t see it and pulled his own olive green underwear on. He wandered over to the small coffee mate he’d had Lorne smuggle in after his last visit back to Earth and started a pot, figuring it might get him some points with his cranky scientist.
Rodney took care of his business and personal hygiene and stopped in front of the mirror, staring at himself. ‘Now what have you got yourself into, Dr. McKay? Do you really think a man as hot, as good and smart as Colonel Sheppard could really be interested in you for more than one night?’
He wondered if Sheppard would kick him out as soon as he opened the door or if he’d try and make small talk first. He sighed dejectedly and straightened his shoulders. He wouldn’t show the colonel any weakness. He’d at least like to remain in a professional relationship with the man if not a personal one.
He straightened his spine and gave himself one last stern look before walking out…and stopping dead at the picture John made standing in the morning light with his back to Rodney. All long bare torso, and long bare legs, interrupted only by the boxers he hadn’t really paid attention to until then. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.
John turned and smiled wide and happy at him and he forgot what he was going to say. John walked over and leaned in to kiss him and Rodney found himself on the receiving end of the sweetest kiss of his life. He sighed and opened his mouth more to let his tongue sneak out to lick delicately at the seam of John’s lips. When John opened them and let him in, he realized they weren’t touching anywhere else and decided to fix that by stepping closer. He wrapped his arms around John and just stood there, enjoying the moment, the kiss and the closeness of it all.
John finally pulled back and smiled softly, “Hey. Sleep good?” His voice as soft as his eyes, the warmth shining out like a beacon. A beacon that drew Rodney even closer, if that was possible.
“Mmmm, best night I’ve had in a very long time.” He grinned, “The sex wasn’t bad either.”
John snorted at him, “Smartass.” He twisted away when the coffee maker beeped and poured Rodney a cup. “So…got any plans for today?”
“Hmmm,” Rodney practically inhaled the dark liquid before answering, “No, why?”
“I thought we could hang out, you know talk, maybe have some more sex?” John asked not so subtly.
“Talk? About what?” Rodney asked, trying not to panic, “Please don’t tell me this is all we’re going to be…fuck buddies, or whatever the term is for it now…” Rodney decided to set the empty mug down before he ended up tossing it across the room, waving his hands around to empathize his point.
“No! Jesus, Rodney, have a little faith, would you? Would I have risked my career over a simple fuck? I’m in love with you, you asshole.” He glared at his scientist and wished to hell and back that Rodney would just trust him. He winced thinking back to all the times he should’ve just trusted Rodney. This trust thing needed to go both ways, or this was doomed from the start. “If anybody should be questioning what happened last night it should be me. I’m not the one just coming off another relationship, after all. What about you, Rodney? What am I to you? A rebound?”
Rodney could’ve been knocked over with a feather at this point, John was insecure about this? JOHN? He blinked and then processed what John had said, “Never! No, you can’t compare the two, they’re two entirely different things, Colonel.”
“Dammit, Rodney, you just had your dick up my ass not even 12 hours ago, do you think you could bring yourself to use my given name?” John ran frustrated fingers through his already messy hair and started to pace. “The fact of the matter is I love you. Now, do you love me, or think you might ever be able to love me?”
Rodney nodded. “I’m in love with you,” he replied quietly.
John smiled, “Good, that’s good.” He stepped towards Rodney, “Do you think we could give this thing between us a go? Or do you want to just stop it now?”
“No! I mean, yes! I mean, oh I don’t know what I mean. I want you. I want to be with you. I don’t want you to risk your career or life over this,” Rodney added the last with a frown, “You have a bunch of knuckleheads under your command that have been brainwashed with that macho 100% hetero mindset.” He stared at John, “What happens if one of them finds out? What happens if they decide they don’t want to back up a homo in the field? What am I supposed to do without you here?”
“Are you done babbling?” John asked, not unkindly. Rodney frowned again, but nodded. “Good. We’ll deal with that when it happens. What about you? Are you going to be able to handle this? Keeping it a secret, or what if one of your subordinates finds out? Then what, Rodney?”
Rodney waved a hand, carelessly, “I can count on one hand the number of people from my department who would give us trouble, Kavanaugh at the top of the list, but I can assure you most of my people are very tolerant. They have to be working for someone like me, don’t they?” He asked with a sardonic tilt to his smile. “Are we really going to do this, John? Have a relationship? Can you put up with me for something like that? There are days I’m not even sure you like me. Days I’m positive you barely tolerate me.”
“That’s not quite the way I’d put it. I don’t always agree with you now, but I know you’re what’s best for my city. Our city. That you’re what’s best for me.” John held out a hand, “I think that’s enough of the emotional rollercoaster for today, don’t you? How about we go back to bed…get a little messier…then take a shower together…you know, save water?”
Rodney smirked, “I thought you adrenalin junkie types loved things like roller coasters.”
John just laughed and dragged his new lover off towards the bed; he had no plans to leave this room for a good long while. Atlantis could look after herself for a few more hours. He was keeping Rodney all to himself.
The End
There is no more…no poking for it! *runs off to hide on Atlantis with Shep and away from clan members and list sibs* *grabs Tru on the way by as an after thought*
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR "SUNDAY" Don't cry to me because you ignored this and read it anyway....Kay? Good.
Title: Mondays Never End
Author: Ashling Darcy, with copious amounts of help from Laynie/Tru and Jamie/Shep, Guess that makes them Co-Authors…I’ll finish a fic on my own eventually…maybe, I’ve since been informed that Tru’s not a co-author, she’s a muse…and that so just fits the both of them…guess you have them to thank for this! =D
Fandom:, Stargate: Atlantis (I need to figure out how to smuggle myself and Jack and Danny and Cam and Teal’c and Sam (only as long as she sticks to Janet and is nice to Rodney) and Janet and everybody else I want to keep to Atlantis because SG1 can’t end! *wails*)
Pairing: mentions Rodney/Carson, becomes Rodney/John, and just for fun let’s see how many of you pay attention to this and can tell me how many different pairing references I make…yes I know I’m evil. My third favorite SGA pairing kinda got added in there for fun, so…
Warnings: Character Death, but if you’ve seen “SUNDAY” you know that. THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SUNDAY. Don’t whine at me because you read this without watching that.
Rating: FRAO, for ideas and sex…Don’t blame all the corruption on me…you helped.
Disclaimer: Me = Moneyless, Suing = Stupid
Author’s Notes: This took on a life of its own and Shep and Tru just kept feeding it. Sorry if it sucks. And yes I know I have WIPs to do…I’ll get there I promise…as soon as my muse comes home. If you see one that looks like a cross of Snape/Qui-Gon Jinn send him my way…annoyingly hot bastard. That’s the only reason I listen to him I swear.
Basically I watched Sunday again (big mistake, Huge. I have to go shopping now. Oops wrong movie.) And had to get this out of my head and off my chest. So…no throwing things there will not be a sequel. *glares* I mean it. *eyes clan members* that’s not gonna work is it? *pouts*
Beta’s: Dru/Asato, Delaynie/Tru, Ash/Jack V, Keller was kind enough to offer to go over this but I couldn’t wait anymore. =D Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth sighed as she read yet another complaint from Dr. Watson, the man Carson had died saving. Rodney had been especially difficult since then. His grief, while understandable, couldn’t be allowed to affect his work anymore. She had a feeling Carson wouldn’t want that for their mutual friend and neither did Elizabeth. She just wanted things to go smoothly for once. And wasn’t that a fool’s wish in the Pegasus Galaxy?
She tapped her headset, “Dr. McKay, could you come to my office please. Thank you.” She deliberately made it a demand and not a request. Requests, Rodney would ignore until he was good and ready. Most demands he answered. Silently, more often than not.
And a silent Rodney was a disturbing thing. While watching him sneak up on his underlings had amused them the first few times, now it just emphasized how wrong it was that Rodney no longer babbled. When explaining something there was no more off topic/on topic, back and forth anymore. Everything was clear (though mostly over everyone but Radek’s head) and concise.
“What is it, Elizabeth? I have important things to get done.” She sighed and looked up at Rodney McKay.
“I have another complaint on my desk, Rodney. I’d really like to know why. You need to stop this. What is it about Watson that sets you off? If we knew, maybe we could fix it.” Her eyes pleaded with him, not to be stubborn. To take the out she offered. Discipline was not something Elizabeth was good at.
Rodney stared at her impassively and for a moment Elizabeth thought he’d turn and walk out. And then he…he exploded. “HE KILLED MY LOVER!” He sank down in the chair in front of her desk panting, like he’d run a mile. And maybe he had. It seemed he’d been running from this for quite some time.
“Are you happy now, Dr Weir? I’ve outed myself and given you your cause.” His voice, seconds ago full of fury was eerily calm and composed now. “I can’t stand the sight of the man, and I want him gone. But I can’t fire him, no. That wouldn’t be fair.” He glared at the wall. “How exactly is it fair for me to stare at the reason my heart is no longer here?”
Elizabeth blinked. She'd had no idea that Carson and Rodney were involved; much less that Rodney was still upset about it. Granted they all were, but to hear how Rodney was hurting, struck a chord. "Rodney, I'm not begrudging you your grief, but...this is...a shock. How long were you and Carson together?" She asks, still trying to wrap her head around it.
Rodney continued glaring at the back wall and refused to make eye contact with her. He ignored her question and retorted, "My resignation will be on your desk in an hour. The Daedalus leaves tomorrow morning, I checked. Most of my research has already been assigned to others. Don't let Kavanaugh touch the little silver thing from PX3-454. Zelenka knows everything I do. I can't stay here anymore."
Elizabeth stared at him. "Rodney, I, I can't accept your resignation, not over this." Elizabeth stood and walked around to the other side of her desk. "Look, we're all…hurting over Carson's death, and while you are hurting more than all of us, we can't lose you. Please, reconsider," Elizabeth pleaded.
John walked happened in at that moment, and heard the end of Elizabeth's plea and stared at Rodney's back. "You're not serious, Rodney? You can’t go. We need you here Rodney; you can't turn your back on us now."
Rodney turned and glared at John, and then Elizabeth. "I can go if I want. I'm a civilian contractor, I’m not in the military. I can go when I want." He'd tried to talk to John about how upset he was, and why, but John had been dealing with his own grief. They all had been. Boo hoo, poor them. He was the one who'd lost his best friend and lover all at once. Who had they lost? Their doctor.
He stood and threw at John on his way out the door, “Ask Elizabeth, she knows. If you'll excuse me." Rodney turned and left then, leaving behind a questioning John and an upset Elizabeth.
John turned to Elizabeth, eyebrow upturned. She paused for a moment and gathered her thoughts, the diplomat in her never at rest. "Did you know he and Carson were involved?" she asked. She watched him collapse in the chair Rodney had just vacated. “I’ll take that as a no,” ,she said, eyebrows raised.
He looked like a lost little boy slumped there. “I- why didn’t he tell me?” He was ashamed to admit he hadn’t been looking. Hadn’t been watching Rodney’s six like he should have been.
Elizabeth fought another sigh and frowned. She didn’t have an answer for him. They’d all been so wrapped up in their own grief that they’d missed every signal.
“I thought he was my best friend? How did I not know this? I could have been there for him.” He stubbornly refused to believe he’d done anything to make Rodney think he was untrustworthy. That he would’ve abused the information.
“I don’t know, but we’ve got to convince him to stay. We need him. The city needs him. And he can’t be on his own in this, John.”
John sighed, “I know, Liz, but if he doesn't want to stay, and we try to force him, it will only push him away.” He stared at her forlornly. What were they going to do? Carson would’ve known what to say. But Carson wasn’t here and that’s where all this started.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney would have made it all the way back to his quarters to pack if it hadn't been for the 6 foot 4 frame of Ronon barreling into him. He was so lost in his frustration that he automatically lashed out at Ronon, not even realizing who it was until he'd finished his tirade
"Why don't you watch where you're going? I mean it's a big hallway, lots of room. Do you have to walk down the middle of it? Show some consideration....oh."
Ronon blinked at McKay, confused at to his friend’s behavior. He'd not seen the man act like this since he'd first come to Atlantis, and to see McKay like this was...disturbing, even for him. McKay had mellowed. And with the training he and Ronon had been doing he’d learned a lot more control, saving his tirades for his minions. He tilted his head, dreadlocks sliding over one shoulder.
"McKay, everything ok?" Ronon did what he did best and observed. McKay looked sad, broken. Like he'd lost his best friend, but Ronon was pretty sure that Sheppard was still around, so he waited patiently for McKay to explain. If he didn't, Ronon would press further.
Rodney rolled his eyes and growled at his Neanderthal. “It’s not important. At least not to anyone else apparently. I’ve got some things left to do yet. Would you mind getting out of my way,” the last was deliberately not a question as he tried to side-step Ronon, who neatly moved over and blocked him.
Ronon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Yeah, something was definitely up with the geek. Looking at him closely, Ronon could see that the man hadn't slept in days. Ronon blinked and stared.
“This is about Elizabeth keeping the worm who got Carson killed under your supervision. You should get rid of him and be done with it.” Ronon crossed his arms, muscles bulging effectively to make a point.
Rodney fought a smile at his friend’s phrasing. “Yes, well. I have no place to hide the body or fabricate evidence so that Kavanaugh gets blamed. I think I’ll continue with my original plan. Now, excuse me?” he tried asking this time.
Ronon smiled grimly. “Nah. Come with me.” He grabbed McKay’s arm and pulled the mouthy scientist along behind him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John watched Ronon drag Rodney off and decided to do some reconnaissance. He was supposed to be Rodney's best friend; it hurt that Rodney didn't trust him but apparently trusted the man he called a Neanderthal. That was his geek the big guy was pushing around. That was John’s job. And John was nosy. So he followed.
John was going to make sure he had what information he needed to keep Rodney from leaving, he needed his best friend to stay and his city needed him too. While watching Rodney talk with Ronon he started to get madder about the situation. 'First, he didn't trust me with his secret, now he doesn't trust me to help him. He's mine! Err...my best friend...I'm the one that should be there for him...I should be comforting him.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney was so not enjoying this. He refused to enjoy being pulled around by an over grown ape man. He fought off a smile. He shouldn’t be happy. He should be upset. He was upset. But Ronon just had a strange power that made him want to smile at the most inconvenient times.
“Where in the name of all that’s holy are you taking me? And why?” He asked finally unable to stand the silence longer, he ignored the strange looks from the people they passed in the hall. He’d been getting strange looks all his life and he very highly doubted that Ronon gave a flying rat’s ass.
“Somewhere quiet,” Ronon growled out over his shoulder and continued blithely onward.
Rodney frowned and tried to dig his heels in. “I don’t want to go somewhere quiet. I want to go back to my lab and finish typing up the left over reports!” He knew he was being overly loud but didn’t care. He didn’t want to have a heart to heart. He wanted to forget. Forget what happened. Forget these people. Forget Atlantis ever happened to him. He’d rather be back in Siberia.
“You need to stop yelling or I’ll find a way to gag you.” Ronon smirked without looking at Rodney. He knew McKay was just being stubborn. Talking would help him. The same way telling Rodney about Sateda had helped Ronon.
“Oh, really? Well, you can just keep your kinks to yourself, you big hairy ape!” Rodney did stop himself at that though and continued to dig his hells in. He was very annoyed to see that it hadn’t slowed their pace any.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John stopped. What am I doing? I’m skulking around behind two of my close friends back. I should just let Ronon handle this. It’s not like I need to protect McKay from him. He knows how to take care of himself by now. Between Teyla, Ronon, and even Ford, Rodney had gotten slowly better at self defense. He still hated carrying a gun or being expected to shoot someone (with the exception of the Wraith and the Genii of course) but that wasn’t the point. The point was John was playing hide and seek without anyone else knowing it.
He stopped and watched Ronon drag Rodney onto the open platform they used for a driving range. I’ll let them talk and then I’ll track Rodney down one on one. Make it seem like less of an ambush. He nodded, plan made and headed back toward the mess.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney groaned as his arm was finally released. “About time. Dammit. I have work to do. The Daedalus leaves in less than 18 hours and I have paperwork that needs to be filed and passed on and signed. Ronon, I’m sorry I won’t be here for you to beat up for fun anymore, but I am equally as sure that you can find a new toy to play with.” He crossed his arms and glared his best ‘my opinion is the only one that counts’ glare.
Ronon snorted. No matter how much time he spent with McKay, he still had a hard time not laughing at him when he tried to be tough. “McKay, you’re so full of it.”
Rodney gaped at him in minor shock. "What?!" he practically screeched. “What pray tell would you know anything about?” Rodney knew he was screaming at Ronon for no reason. He just didn’t care anymore.
“What wise and oh so wonderful advice could you possibly have to offer? My lover, my reason for keeping us all alive in this hellhole of a place, is gone. Permanently. I. Will. Never. See. Him. Again.” He panted and fought back tears.
“I won’t get to wake up to his stupid humming or see him laughing at me for being a hypochondriac or watch those twinkling blue eyes ever again. And staying here, walking around this place expecting to-to do all those things is just driving me insane.”
He sniffed and ignored the tears sliding down his cheeks. “Everywhere I go, every time I enter our-my quarters, I expect to find him waiting. Ready to share some dumb joke or tell me some long winded lecture because I skipped dinner again and I really can’t take it anymore. I just can’t, Ronon.” He ended his rant in a whisper and stared out at the ocean.
“I just can’t.”
"I know what it's like, to see a place that once held memories of love and only see the pain," Ronon began, startling Rodney. Ronon was a man of few words.
“I’m-I,” Rodney stopped and looked back at his friend.” I’m sorry.” He said it with nothing but sincerity, knowing the big man would see anything else as pity.
Ronon nodded. “I don’t have to face that place everyday though. All I know is that you’re needed.” He looked Rodney in the eyes. “By a lot of people. Most of whom, even like you. A little.” His lips twitched but to his credit he didn’t actually smile.
“Hey! Is that supposed to convince me to stay?” He pouted at the Satedan.
Ronon smirked, finally, and asked, “Would anything I say change your mind about going?” He knew that if his friend truly meant to be gone from this place, nothing short of locking him up would keep him here. And even then he’d probably bust out. Rodney had gotten good at picking all kinds of locks. Ronon swelled with pride at that. He’d taught him so well.
“Well, no. Probably not. Why? Are you trying to make me stay?” He stared suspiciously at Ronon for a moment before shaking his head, “Because nothing any of you say is going to keep me here. I’m leaving tomorrow morning and that is that.” He nodded extra decisively to prove his point, looking like a defiant little boy in the process.
“Alright then, McKay. What say we have a little drinking night then? Send you off the right way. I’m sure you know where Zelenka keeps his moonshine.” Everyone on Atlantis knew the little Czech had a still hidden in an unused lab. But no one was going to call him on it as long as he continued to share.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ronon groaned and dragged Rodney a few more feet towards his door. Who knew Rodney was such a lightweight. A little of the good stuff and he was out of it. Ronon had to grin at some of the things Rodney had gone on about. Out of it and uninhibited.
He punched in the right combination to open the door and let out a sigh of relief when it opened on the first try. He’d been hoping Rodney hadn’t bothered to change it yet. He dumped him on his bed and considered making him more comfortable but figured Rodney would be uncomfortable come morning anyway, so…
And if Rodney just so happened to oversleep…well that was certainly no fault of Ronon’s now was it? His friend would just have to deal with being stuck on Atlantis for a few more months. Hopefully by the time the Daedalus came back they’d have convinced him to stay.
Ronon gave the empty hallway a toothy grin and made his way to his own bed. Hopefully he’d get lucky and Teyla would still be in it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
**Morning After**
Rodney groaned and covered his eyes, hoping that by blocking the bright sunlight it might somehow relieve his headache. God. He should know better than to try and keep up with Ronon when it came to alcohol of any kind. Damn Zelenka and his hooch anyway. ‘Stupid Czech should stay locked in his room with his Major and leave the rest of us in peace,’ he thought to himself.
He gave up on blocking the light and rolled onto his side to check his clock. He jerked upright and blinked, rechecking the numbers on the small battery operated alarm clock. No way in hell. If it was right, and none of Rodney’s electronics ever malfunctioned, then he’d missed the Daedalus leaving. He jumped up and noticed vaguely in the back of his mind that he was still dressed. He ran out of his quarters and towards the control room, hoping like hell he was wrong for once.
“Did *gasp* I *pant* miss *gulp* it?” He tried to ask Elizabeth who was standing there staring at him in shock along with the rest of the gate technicians. None of them had ever seen the astrophysicist run so fast.
“Miss what, Rodney?” Elizabeth asked, thinking to herself, ‘Now I know why Ronon looked so smug at the briefing this morning.’
“Did I miss the Daedalus leaving, Elizabeth? Dammit. You knew what I meant. Now answer me.” He glared and straightened up, catching his breath faster than those not on his team would’ve thought he could.
“Yes, I’m afraid so, Rodney. I’d thought it odd you didn’t say goodbye, but had assumed you were already on board.” She fought to keep the smile off her face. This was good. This meant they had more time to convince him to stay. Clever Ronon.
“No,” he whispered it and for half a second Elizabeth was sorry for her earlier thoughts. He sounded so defeated. And defeated was not something Rodney McKay was on a regular basis. Oh, he could panic with the best of them. But his confidence in his own intelligence usually kept him from defeat. It was heartbreaking to watch him walk away, shoulders slumped, head down. She wished she had a magic wand, or the Ancient device equivalent, to wave and make everything alright. But this was Pegasus, and easy was a rare, rare thing nowadays.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
**A Week Later**
Rodney walked quietly into the main lab and headed towards the back wall and his desk, or the Lantean equivalent. He knew everyone was staring at him and he didn’t really care. He’d missed his chance to escape. Sometimes it felt like he’d never escape this place. He wondered if he was going mad. Maybe that was why he had the sudden urge to walk out there and do something stupid just to give them something to really stare at. Yes he liked attention. Provided he’d earned the attention, he had no problem with it. But this? This was maddeningly not earned.
“The projects you deigned to pass on have not been touched. If you were looking for something to do.” Radek was calm and had a mildly bored expression on his face. Like Atlantis’ chief science officer quitting was an everyday occurrence. Rodney snorted.
“Yes, I’m fine. I appreciate your concern. No really, nothing for you to worry about. I just resigned yesterday and was tricked into staying longer than I’d planned by Colonel Sheppard’s trained ape. No reason for anyone to bat an eyelash around here.” He frowned at the reports that swore he’d sent on to other people that had magically appeared back on his desk at some point this morning.
“Is not something to-to bat an eyelash at, yes, this is true. But never for one minute do I think you are stupid enough to believe your well-being unimportant to me, my friend. Or anyone else with a brain on Atlantis for that matter.” And with that parting shot, the annoying little man Rodney had chosen as his 2IC was off muttering curses about him, no doubt, under his breath.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sheppard snuck his way quietly into Rodney’s lab and stood watching him for a few minutes thinking how tired his best friend looked. He wished he knew what to do to fix this, but in all honesty he’d not been close to many people in his life. Rodney McKay had a way of sneaking under people’s skin and burrowing in though. Seeing that his friend wasn’t paying any attention to anything at all, he decided to speed up the process and cleared his throat.
Rodney had been working diligently, or as diligently as he ever was when it came to paperwork, when he heard a throat clearing. And since logic dictated the throat had to belong to someone he glanced up and met the eyes of John Sheppard. The very pretty eyes of John Sheppard. He mentally smacked himself and chastised himself for thinking something like that about his very straight friend, *cough* Captain Kirk*cough*, and asked him what he was doing here.
“Can I help you with something Colonel or were you just browsing?” He went back to his paperwork and hoped that Sheppard would take a hint for once and make himself scarce.
John smirked and took the opportunity to saunter further into the room. "Maybe a little bit of both, Rodney," he said, slipping into the chair next to Rodney's desk. He'd never really taken the time to pay attention to what was on or around Rodney's desk. Sure he'd been in here plenty of times through crisis and what not. But he had never stopped to look. He was shocked at how many personal effects were on his desk.
A picture of Jeannie and what must be her daughter and husband. A miniature puddlejumper that must have come from Zelenka, he'd seen the man making them a few times for fun from spare scraps of metal and circuits. He'd even seen Rodney tear one up to use in a crisis so he knew it wasn't hard for the Czech to do apparently. What was surprising was that Rodney had kept one. There was a citation award from the SGC for something or another. Things like that John expected, but the knick knacks were a shock.
John reached down and picked up a ball made of animal skin and painted black with a suspiciously bat-like character drawn on it in yellow. He’d seen the kids from that eternal youth planet handing something to the cranky scientist after he’d finished passing out power bars on their last trip but had never bothered to ask what it was, figuring Rodney would just toss it anyway. Rodney snatched it out of his hand with surprising speed and carefully placed it back onto his desk with care.
“Didn’t your parents teach not to touch things that don’t belong to you, Major Pain-in-the-Ass? And what do you mean a little of both? It’s one or the other, not both.” Rodney griped and frowned rubbing his temples.
John pouted at being reduced to Major again. He thought he’d broken Rodney of that little…quirk. “It’s Lieutenant Colonel Pain-in-the-Ass, and you know it.” He tilted his head and eyed Rodney up and down. “And why can’t it be both?”
“Because I can’t think of any GOOD reason for you to want to stare at me. And thinking of the bad reasons just makes me want to slap you so I think we’ll just skip that all together.” Rodney pulled his desk drawer open and reached inside for the little bottle of pain pills. He’d had migraine ever since he could remember and days like this weren’t helping the matter. He popped two and swallowed them dry. He looked up and found John staring with a strange look in his eyes. That look was quickly masked and Rodney shrugged. He was too tired to care.
“Okay, so I thought I’d see if my best friend wanted to grab dinner with me, from the looks of things though you skipped lunch so instead of that being a question it’s now an order.” John’s grin was about as pleasant as a shark’s. Rodney sighed. He knew giving in now would be the path of least resistance so he stood and followed John to the mess.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
**Five Months After Missing His Ride**
Rodney felt something akin to guilt. He knew this wasn't a date. This was just him and John, best friends, getting together, hanging out, like they used to. But he still couldn't help it. And he couldn’t help the guilt of thinking that he wouldn’t mind if it was a date. Carson had only been gone seven months. Five months since he’d tried to leave on the Daedalus and return to earth. People and events had conspired against him it seemed and kept him here. He thought he was settling in okay. It helped that Elizabeth had given Watson the ‘option’ to return to Earth. He smiled remembering the look on Elizabeth’s face when he’d actually hugged her for that.
John asked Rodney if he’d want to come over to John’s apartment and watch a movie. He’d just traded one of the new marines for “Spaceballs” and had a nice stash of procured chocolate hidden. Rodney, thinking it might help to spend some quiet time with someone he liked, had agreed. So John was nervously pacing his room and reminding himself this was not a date. This was not a date. This was not a date. And then the Lantean answer to a doorbell went off and it was too late to change his mind. He let Rodney in and nodded towards the couch thing, “Make yourself comfortable.”
Rodney settled in on one end of John’s new couch. It was actually probably meant to be a lounge type seat for one but ever since they’d found that storage room full of furniture people had been making it up as they went along. Especially since some of the ‘seats’ were shaped very oddly indeed. He shook his head as he considered the chair that Major Lorne had walked off with. That thing had been designed for one thing and one thing only. Rodney grinned; he certainly hoped the Major enjoyed himself.
John finished dumping the popcorn into a large bowl and sat down next to Rodney. He smirked to himself when Rodney practically eeped as he was rolled closer to John when the stuffing of the couch moved with their weight. Not that sharing a laptop to watch a movie was gonna leave them much space to themselves anyway, but it was still nice to know that having him close flustered Rodney. Not many people did. Life threatening situations, yes; other people, no.
“So…ready to watch the movie?” John asked, as nonchalantly as possible given the proximity of his very own walking fantasy. Ever since he’d found out Rodney liked guys as well as girls he’d not been able to stop thinking about what it would feel like to be with Rodney. To kiss him and hold him and to be kissed and held in return.
“Well that is what I’m here for. So, yes, I’d have to say I’m ready.” John wasn’t looking at Rodney but he could tell from Rodney’s tone of voice that he was rolling his eyes at John. He smiled and leaned forward to grab the laptop and pulled it into his lap. He pitched the bowl of popcorn into Rodney’s lap and leaned closer.
“We’ll have to share space, no TV’s got shipped to us yet. Sorry.” He slipped an arm around Rodney’s shoulders and hit play.
Rodney fought the urge to lean into him and started munching on the popcorn that had been unceremoniously dumped in his lap. He grinned. John had sprinkled a little bit of cinnamon on it making it that much better. Rodney was surprised that John remembered him liking it that way but he wasn’t complaining. And he certainly wasn’t about to complain about being this close to the man either.
It’d been way too long since he’d had the luxury of meaningless human contact. Just a simple brush up against someone had been avoided to the fullest extent. He’d been so ready to shut out the world. But these people, his friends; Ronon, Radek, Teyla, Elizabeth, John; hadn’t let him. They had made him stay in the world not just of the world. He leaned against John’s side and when there was no protest, relaxed.
John grinned and tightened his hold on Rodney ever so slightly. He couldn’t believe this, he had the man he wanted, the man he’d come to realize he was in love with, this close. And Rodney hadn’t had to be knocked out for it to happen. He wondered if this was meant to happen, like everything else on Atlantis had seemed, destined. He didn’t really care as long as he never had to stop.
‘I could get very used to this,’ Rodney thought to himself. He saw John’s grin out of the corner of his eye and thought, ‘Maybe John wouldn’t mind so much either.’ He squashed the tiny bit of guilt that thought produced. He wasn’t going to let a misguided sense of betrayal tell him that this was wrong. Carson wouldn’t have wanted him to be miserable.
Rodney took a deep breath and turned to face John more fully. “I-well, I wanted to ask you something.” He hoped this wasn’t a mistake. He really, really hoped. John frowned slightly, but put the movie on pause and set the laptop on the small Athosian version of a coffee table. Rodney gulped, “I was wondering…”
"Hmm?" John murmured as he turned to face Rodney, who had that cute dopey expression on his face. “What were you wondering, Rodney?” He asked, absent mindedly rubbing his hand up and down Rodney’s upper arm.
“Are you-do you-would you…” Rodney let out a frustrated breath of air and frowned at himself. Just spit it out, McKay.
“Iwaswonderingifyouweereinterestedinmenandifyouareifyouwereinterestedinme.”
John blinked at the torrent of words that had just come from his geek’s mouth. ‘Huh?’ He shook his head and tilted Rodney’s chin up so he could meet his eyes. “You wanna rewind that and put it in slow mo?” He asked, daring a small smile.
Rodney stared at him eyes wide. He’d just blurted it out like that hadn’t he? Oh god, oh god, oh god. He’d-he’d just…He shook his head and said finally, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” He winced and closed his eyes not wanting to see the disgust in the hazel eyes.
John blinked and then stared at Rodney. ‘Oh, wow.’ Not stopping to think about it he leaned forward, grabbed Rodney’s face between his hands and kissed him with everything he was feeling. John pulled back for a moment and looked at Rodney, “This ok?” He kept a hand on Rodney's face, sliding the other down to rub Rodney’s side.
Rodney groaned and leaned forward wanting the contact back. He wrapped his arms around John and pulled him back, taking control of the kiss this time. It was John’s turn to groan as he found himself sucking on Rodney’s tongue and hoping this moment never ended. He reached down and pulled the hem of Rodney’s t-shirt free from his pants and slid a hand up underneath.
Rodney felt John’s hand slide up his rib cage and find his nipple; he gasped and leaned backwards against the edge of the lounge thing. He pushed John away and laid there panting for a few seconds. John panting right along with him. John leaned back and pulled Rodney’s right leg up onto the couch and-and slithered his way up, to lie across Rodney’s front. He grinned and leaned down, “Still ok?” Rodney could only nod and wrap his leg around John’s hips, as John’s erection thrust against his own.
“It’d be even better if you’d just stop talking,” Rodney bit out as he reached up and grabbed those pointy ears he’d been fantasizing about and tried to suck John’s tongue out of his head. He moved his hands down, continuing to kiss John senseless, and pulled his shirt up and off. John raised his arms and let Rodney start stripping him, reaching down and feeling Rodney wiggle to help him get his own t-shirt off. He leaned back down rubbing their bare chests together.
Rodney tilted his head back as John kissed and nipped his way down his jaw to his collarbone, where he bit a little harder. Rodney arched his hips seeking friction and moaned, “God. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Well congratulations, I think this is the most original way yet.” He panted and reached down to unbutton John’s BDU’s.
“What was that thing about not talking?” He questioned, licking first Rodney’s right nipple and then the left, blowing air across both and watching in satisfaction as they pebbled.
“Easier, ah! Said than done, Colonel. Oh god,” Rodney reached inside John’s now open pants and pushed his way into the cotton boxers, finally meeting skin with skin as he stroked the hard cock he found. John moaned and bit his lower lip to stifle the whimper trying to escape.
“Can we, ah, can we take this somewhere with more room?” John bit down on the pebbled nub closest to him and grinned when Rodney cried out. He knew he had some lube stashed in his bedside drawer and if he could get Rodney over there they could have all kinds of fun.
“Do you, oh, oh, do you have something in mind, John?” Rodney bit down on John’s collarbone and laved the spot with his tongue to soothe the small hurt. He let John pull him up off the couch and followed along behind him to the bed. He watched as John stopped, stripped the rest of his clothes off, and sprawled himself out on top of the covers.
“Well, what’re you waiting for? An engraved invitation?” John smirked at him and Rodney immediately stripped himself and pounced. He manfully ignored John’s giggles and rubbed his body over as much of John’s as he could reach. John sucked a breath in and was kissed senseless before he could release it. When Rodney finally moved down his chest to lick and bite his nipples, he panted hard, wondering how long he could talk Rodney into continuing to do that little thing with his tongue, God.
Rodney moved his way lower tongue fucking John’s navel. He rubbed his hands up and down John’s thighs applying pressure to keep himself up off John’s leaking cock. John whimpered when Rodney’s thumbs ran over the hollow at his hipbones. Rodney smirked and did it again, delighting in the sounds it produced.
“Jesus, Rodney,” John didn’t know if it was a curse or a prayer, either way he didn’t care as long as Rodney didn’t STOP. “Fuck, oh god, Rodney, you have to fuck me.” He reached blindly and passed the tube of lubricant to Rodney’s shock.
“What?” Rodney stared at the debauched military man under him. “Are you serious?” He couldn’t help asking.
John growled and wrapped his legs around Rodney’s hips, thrusting up at the same time. “Damn right, I am. Now, Rodney.” He grinned fiercely, “That’s an order.”
“Oh well, if it’s an order. Who am I to disobey?” Rodney’s eyes were still wide and staring and he knew it, but didn’t care. He opened the lube and slicked his fingers. He paused before sliding one in, rubbing at the tight ring of muscle. “Condoms?” He asked, wanting to do this right, not wanting the Colonel to think he didn’t care or went around having unprotected sex. ‘Sex. God, it’s been way too long,’ Rodney thought, waiting for an answer.
John laughed, “Don’t need it. We both know we’re clean. Besides, I want to feel you. All of you. Filling me up. Fucking me so deep I can’t sit down tomorrow.” He couldn’t help the full body shudder the thought induced.
Rodney whined low in the back of his throat and pushed one finger inside John. John squirmed, reacquainting himself with the feeling. Rodney leaned down and licked the head of John’s cock and sucked as much down as possible when John thrust up into his mouth. He prepped John as fast as he thought he could get away with, adding another finger and reaching inside for that little nub, that would…John arched and cried out wordlessly…there it was.
He did this a few more times, bobbing his head up and down on John’s cock at the same time, moaning at the taste and letting John feel the vibration. John’s head moved side to side on the pillow, he couldn’t hold himself still. He tried to stay still, but couldn’t help thrusting into Rodney’s hot, wet mouth. Rodney finally feeling that John was ready enough pulled his fingers out and his mouth off. He made soothing noises in response to John’s whimper at the loss and slicked his own cock.
“Ready?” He stared intently into John’s face, searching for any sign of distress. He didn’t want John to regret this. John glared at him, “Why’d you stop?” Rodney, taking this as consent, positioned himself and slid the flared head of his cock in just past the ring of muscle tightening around him. John panted and forced his body to relax, letting Rodney slip in further. He moaned and twisted his own nipples as Rodney moved extra carefully into him.
“Oh god, so good, needed this, need you, love you, Rodney,” He babbled at Rodney and let his eyes slide closed as pleasure coursed through his veins. Rodney moaned at John’s words and thrust faster, unable to stop the helpless response. He reached down and squeezed John’s cock, smearing the precome onto the head and twisting on the down stroke. John cried out Rodney’s name and moved his hips to counter Rodney’s thrusts, up into Rodney’s hand, back down onto Rodney’s cock.
Rodney slid his free hand down and rolled John’s balls between his fingers, sliding in long and hard and pulling out fast. John screamed, and came, come spurting over Rodney’s hand and his own stomach. Rodney howled as John clenched around him and exploded, filling John’s hole with his come. He thrust a few more times and collapsed.
He laid there panting for who knew how long before raising his head and staring at John in amazement. John smiled without opening his eyes, feeling Rodney’s glance. “Hmmm, now that…is way better than any movie I’ve ever seen.” He opened his eyes and chuckled at the expression on Rodney’s face, a mixture of awe and what John hoped was love.
Rodney smiled, “Does that mean we’ll be doing that again?”
“I sure as hell hope so. As often and in as many places as possible.” John waggled his eyebrows and smiled wider when Rodney giggled, of all things.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney frowned and moved his arm to block the light shining in his eyes. He was confused because he’d rigged a set of shutters for his bedroom window and usually managed to shut them before collapsing in bed. Except when he was too wasted to remember to, of course. But his head wasn’t about to explode so apparently he wasn’t hung over. He opened his eyes to check his clock and gasped jerking upright when he realized he was in bed with John. NAKED in bed with John. ‘Oh my god. Oh my god.’ Rodney fought down the wave of panic trying to overwhelm him.
He carefully moved to stand and groaned when John’s arm tightened around him, squeezing his very full bladder. “Colonel Sheppard,” he whispered, shaking his shoulder, “John, you need to let me up.” He hoped the Colonel wasn’t the type to wake up swinging he was in no position to duck out of the way.
John mumbled something and frowned, feeling up Rodney’s hip and upper thigh. He opened one eye and then widened both when he realized he wasn’t dreaming after all. Rodney really was naked in his bed. “Ummm,” he stared at the hotness that was a naked, slightly annoyed Rodney McKay.
“Do you mind?” Rodney finally demanded, gesturing wildly at John’s arm, still wrapped around Rodney’s waist. John jumped and muttered an apology letting go at the same time. Rodney got up and made his way quickly into the bathroom. Too quickly for John’s liking. John grinned as the door slid shut. He’d slept with Rodney. Rodney’d slept with him. Rodney’d said he loved him. Well, that he might love him. John frowned and then shook it off.
He got up and gathered Rodney’s boxers walking over to the bathroom and knocking. “Rodney, I thought you might want these, he opened the door a crack and tossed the blue and green striped boxers in.
He waved off the “Thanks,” that came through the door, even though Rodney couldn’t see it and pulled his own olive green underwear on. He wandered over to the small coffee mate he’d had Lorne smuggle in after his last visit back to Earth and started a pot, figuring it might get him some points with his cranky scientist.
Rodney took care of his business and personal hygiene and stopped in front of the mirror, staring at himself. ‘Now what have you got yourself into, Dr. McKay? Do you really think a man as hot, as good and smart as Colonel Sheppard could really be interested in you for more than one night?’
He wondered if Sheppard would kick him out as soon as he opened the door or if he’d try and make small talk first. He sighed dejectedly and straightened his shoulders. He wouldn’t show the colonel any weakness. He’d at least like to remain in a professional relationship with the man if not a personal one.
He straightened his spine and gave himself one last stern look before walking out…and stopping dead at the picture John made standing in the morning light with his back to Rodney. All long bare torso, and long bare legs, interrupted only by the boxers he hadn’t really paid attention to until then. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.
John turned and smiled wide and happy at him and he forgot what he was going to say. John walked over and leaned in to kiss him and Rodney found himself on the receiving end of the sweetest kiss of his life. He sighed and opened his mouth more to let his tongue sneak out to lick delicately at the seam of John’s lips. When John opened them and let him in, he realized they weren’t touching anywhere else and decided to fix that by stepping closer. He wrapped his arms around John and just stood there, enjoying the moment, the kiss and the closeness of it all.
John finally pulled back and smiled softly, “Hey. Sleep good?” His voice as soft as his eyes, the warmth shining out like a beacon. A beacon that drew Rodney even closer, if that was possible.
“Mmmm, best night I’ve had in a very long time.” He grinned, “The sex wasn’t bad either.”
John snorted at him, “Smartass.” He twisted away when the coffee maker beeped and poured Rodney a cup. “So…got any plans for today?”
“Hmmm,” Rodney practically inhaled the dark liquid before answering, “No, why?”
“I thought we could hang out, you know talk, maybe have some more sex?” John asked not so subtly.
“Talk? About what?” Rodney asked, trying not to panic, “Please don’t tell me this is all we’re going to be…fuck buddies, or whatever the term is for it now…” Rodney decided to set the empty mug down before he ended up tossing it across the room, waving his hands around to empathize his point.
“No! Jesus, Rodney, have a little faith, would you? Would I have risked my career over a simple fuck? I’m in love with you, you asshole.” He glared at his scientist and wished to hell and back that Rodney would just trust him. He winced thinking back to all the times he should’ve just trusted Rodney. This trust thing needed to go both ways, or this was doomed from the start. “If anybody should be questioning what happened last night it should be me. I’m not the one just coming off another relationship, after all. What about you, Rodney? What am I to you? A rebound?”
Rodney could’ve been knocked over with a feather at this point, John was insecure about this? JOHN? He blinked and then processed what John had said, “Never! No, you can’t compare the two, they’re two entirely different things, Colonel.”
“Dammit, Rodney, you just had your dick up my ass not even 12 hours ago, do you think you could bring yourself to use my given name?” John ran frustrated fingers through his already messy hair and started to pace. “The fact of the matter is I love you. Now, do you love me, or think you might ever be able to love me?”
Rodney nodded. “I’m in love with you,” he replied quietly.
John smiled, “Good, that’s good.” He stepped towards Rodney, “Do you think we could give this thing between us a go? Or do you want to just stop it now?”
“No! I mean, yes! I mean, oh I don’t know what I mean. I want you. I want to be with you. I don’t want you to risk your career or life over this,” Rodney added the last with a frown, “You have a bunch of knuckleheads under your command that have been brainwashed with that macho 100% hetero mindset.” He stared at John, “What happens if one of them finds out? What happens if they decide they don’t want to back up a homo in the field? What am I supposed to do without you here?”
“Are you done babbling?” John asked, not unkindly. Rodney frowned again, but nodded. “Good. We’ll deal with that when it happens. What about you? Are you going to be able to handle this? Keeping it a secret, or what if one of your subordinates finds out? Then what, Rodney?”
Rodney waved a hand, carelessly, “I can count on one hand the number of people from my department who would give us trouble, Kavanaugh at the top of the list, but I can assure you most of my people are very tolerant. They have to be working for someone like me, don’t they?” He asked with a sardonic tilt to his smile. “Are we really going to do this, John? Have a relationship? Can you put up with me for something like that? There are days I’m not even sure you like me. Days I’m positive you barely tolerate me.”
“That’s not quite the way I’d put it. I don’t always agree with you now, but I know you’re what’s best for my city. Our city. That you’re what’s best for me.” John held out a hand, “I think that’s enough of the emotional rollercoaster for today, don’t you? How about we go back to bed…get a little messier…then take a shower together…you know, save water?”
Rodney smirked, “I thought you adrenalin junkie types loved things like roller coasters.”
John just laughed and dragged his new lover off towards the bed; he had no plans to leave this room for a good long while. Atlantis could look after herself for a few more hours. He was keeping Rodney all to himself.
The End
There is no more…no poking for it! *runs off to hide on Atlantis with Shep and away from clan members and list sibs* *grabs Tru on the way by as an after thought*
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-06-18 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-18 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-18 12:41 pm (UTC)a) already know i love this and
b) already know i would love for you to keep going
c) if you need any help wrangling john..you know where to find me
d) i like the alphabet
e) pounces, smooches, n snogs
f) i promise no poking...cause you'll poke me back
no subject
Date: 2007-06-18 12:54 pm (UTC)*wink*
I loved it!
*purrs*