Rodney/John Fic
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Title: Three Places John and Rodney Have Never Had Sex
Author: Weaselett/The Schizophrenic Gatekeeper
Season: Any
Category: Humour
Spoilers: None
Pairing/Character: John/Rodney
Summary: Sometimes, you just shouldn't even try.
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
charlies_dragon
One. In a puddle jumper
Rolling his partner over neatly, so that he was on top, John grinned down at Rodney before capturing the other’s man’s mouth once again. Groaning with satisfaction he turned his attention lower to Rodney’s broad shoulders and trailing kisses across them, smirking as Rodney squirmed in response.
“Mmm, God John.”
Shifting again, he ran a hand over Rodney chest, the other reaching lower, only to be stalled by another hand. Frowning John pulled back. “Rodney?”
“It’s cold.” Rodney shifted below him, eyes glittering with indignation. “Really cold.”
“Well how about you let me warm you up some?” John purred, sliding his hands down Rodney’s sides playfully, eyebrows raised.
Rodney sighed heavily, shaking his head. “That’s not going to make any difference, not as long as I’m naked and lying on cold metal at least.”
John sighed giving up and allowing the other man up. “So, we’ll need a blanket next time huh?”
Two. On the chair
John shifted, smirking down at his captive as he reached sideways to steady himself. “Looks like I’ve got you exactly where I want you Doctor McKay.”
Rodney groaned wordlessly, arching into John.
“Oh yeah.” Closing his eyes John buried his face in Rodney’s hair, yelping softly in surprise when he fingers came into contact with something soft. Jerking back he cursed himself as he realised it was just the control pad, shaking his head faintly he turned his attention back to his lover, only to find that his lover’s attention was no longer on him.
“You didn’t break anything did you?”
“No Rodney, I didn’t. Now how about we start over?” Leaning forward he claimed Rodney’s lips and his attention in one fell swoop. Pulling back to get himself into a better position, cursing the limited space available, he shifted his grip, only to yelp as the back of the chair suddenly dropped back, and blue lights started to play across them. Squeezing his eyes shut John silently cursed himself for ever thinking that this would be a good idea, as he gave in to his lover’s requests and slipped off Rodney. Taking a step back he watched silently as Rodney inspected the chair carefully for any sign of damage, cursing as he radio demanded his attention. This had definitely been a very bad idea.
Three. Daedalus Engineering
Rodney groaned squirming as John’s hand found exactly the right spot, growling when his squirming failed to gain the desired response. Opening his eyes to see exactly what the problem was Rodney found his lover transfixed, staring at something on the other side of the room. “John?”
“He’s watching us.” John whispered, eyes narrowing. Frowning Rodney looked sideways, only to find his line of sight blocked by one of the consoles.
“Who’s watching us?”
“Him, her, it, whatever, it’s watching.” Rodney groaned dropping back to lay flat on the floor.
“Hermiod.” He muttered managing to make the name sound like a curse. “The consoles in the way, he can’t be watching.”
John shook his head slowly, still transfixed. “Don’t you find the thought of some small freaky naked grey alien watching us even slightly disturbing Rodney.”
“IF he was watching, yes I would. But he’s clearly not.”
John frowned. “How can you tell?”
Rodney sighed. “Because if he was he’d be swearing at us.”
“How do you know he’s not enjoying the show?”
Rodney opened his mouth to reply, only to give up as he realised that his lover had just managed to quench his previously boiling passion. Sighing again, Rodney pushed impatiently at John, suddenly wanting to get as far away from engineering as possible.
Allowing John to help him up, Rodney quickly straightened out of uniform, throwing an uneasy look in Hermiod’s direction, before making a hasty retreat, desperately trying to ignore the stream of Asgard that followed them out.
Title: Three Places John and Rodney Have Never Had Sex
Author: Weaselett/The Schizophrenic Gatekeeper
Season: Any
Category: Humour
Spoilers: None
Pairing/Character: John/Rodney
Summary: Sometimes, you just shouldn't even try.
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Written for
charlies_dragonOne. In a puddle jumper
Rolling his partner over neatly, so that he was on top, John grinned down at Rodney before capturing the other’s man’s mouth once again. Groaning with satisfaction he turned his attention lower to Rodney’s broad shoulders and trailing kisses across them, smirking as Rodney squirmed in response.
“Mmm, God John.”
Shifting again, he ran a hand over Rodney chest, the other reaching lower, only to be stalled by another hand. Frowning John pulled back. “Rodney?”
“It’s cold.” Rodney shifted below him, eyes glittering with indignation. “Really cold.”
“Well how about you let me warm you up some?” John purred, sliding his hands down Rodney’s sides playfully, eyebrows raised.
Rodney sighed heavily, shaking his head. “That’s not going to make any difference, not as long as I’m naked and lying on cold metal at least.”
John sighed giving up and allowing the other man up. “So, we’ll need a blanket next time huh?”
Two. On the chair
John shifted, smirking down at his captive as he reached sideways to steady himself. “Looks like I’ve got you exactly where I want you Doctor McKay.”
Rodney groaned wordlessly, arching into John.
“Oh yeah.” Closing his eyes John buried his face in Rodney’s hair, yelping softly in surprise when he fingers came into contact with something soft. Jerking back he cursed himself as he realised it was just the control pad, shaking his head faintly he turned his attention back to his lover, only to find that his lover’s attention was no longer on him.
“You didn’t break anything did you?”
“No Rodney, I didn’t. Now how about we start over?” Leaning forward he claimed Rodney’s lips and his attention in one fell swoop. Pulling back to get himself into a better position, cursing the limited space available, he shifted his grip, only to yelp as the back of the chair suddenly dropped back, and blue lights started to play across them. Squeezing his eyes shut John silently cursed himself for ever thinking that this would be a good idea, as he gave in to his lover’s requests and slipped off Rodney. Taking a step back he watched silently as Rodney inspected the chair carefully for any sign of damage, cursing as he radio demanded his attention. This had definitely been a very bad idea.
Three. Daedalus Engineering
Rodney groaned squirming as John’s hand found exactly the right spot, growling when his squirming failed to gain the desired response. Opening his eyes to see exactly what the problem was Rodney found his lover transfixed, staring at something on the other side of the room. “John?”
“He’s watching us.” John whispered, eyes narrowing. Frowning Rodney looked sideways, only to find his line of sight blocked by one of the consoles.
“Who’s watching us?”
“Him, her, it, whatever, it’s watching.” Rodney groaned dropping back to lay flat on the floor.
“Hermiod.” He muttered managing to make the name sound like a curse. “The consoles in the way, he can’t be watching.”
John shook his head slowly, still transfixed. “Don’t you find the thought of some small freaky naked grey alien watching us even slightly disturbing Rodney.”
“IF he was watching, yes I would. But he’s clearly not.”
John frowned. “How can you tell?”
Rodney sighed. “Because if he was he’d be swearing at us.”
“How do you know he’s not enjoying the show?”
Rodney opened his mouth to reply, only to give up as he realised that his lover had just managed to quench his previously boiling passion. Sighing again, Rodney pushed impatiently at John, suddenly wanting to get as far away from engineering as possible.
Allowing John to help him up, Rodney quickly straightened out of uniform, throwing an uneasy look in Hermiod’s direction, before making a hasty retreat, desperately trying to ignore the stream of Asgard that followed them out.
