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soupytwist earlier - and can I just state, here, that I cannot wait to move in with her, not least because then I will have someone to CLING TO when watching SPN - and somehow the conversation got around to Rodney's sexual habits and I went on a big ramble about how, when in Russia, he slept with a number of disturbingly hairy scientists. And then there was this one night with a six foot tall blonde woman who handcuffed him to the bed and shouted orders at him in Russian and almost broke him with the athletic sex. It's why he goes all misty eyed when he thinks about blondes; his mental soundtrack is saying 'God, I could have died! ...that is so hot.' It's also why sometimes he has a little bit of trouble concentrating when Radek's yelling Czech insults in the lab - it's not like he really cares enough to hear the differences between languages.
It's nice to know that even though I never really put conscious thought into this stuff my brain is totally ticking away with its own little theories behind the scenes.
Oh, also, I started writing a fic totropes over text, but it's enormously difficult to fit the speech patterns of Rodney McKay into SMS and I'm nearly out of credit. So here's an attempt at finishing it.
J? The part in square brackets is the bit you've already read. ;)
...er. Apparently it's turning NC-17 on me. O.O
["It's not that I don't trust you," Rodney said. Then he looked thoughtful for a second. "Actually, it is that I don't trust you. You voluntarily go running with Ronon every morning, you're clearly a masochist." John opened his mouth but Rodney cut him off before he could get a word out. "And open minded as I undoubtedly am, I feel I can judge my tolerance for that sort of thing accurately on the basis of one experience." He winced slightly, hands covering his chest.
John raised one eyebrow, looking intrigued.
"Oh, like you've never got drunk," he snapped, and John snorted softly.
"I've never got that drunk."
"Well I can say with some authority that I don't find pain in the least bit arousing, so that's that, I'm afraid." He folded his arms.
A little higher than usual.]
"It's not like I'm gonna go out of my way to hurt you here, Rodney." John took a couple of steps closer, hands raised harmlessly. Rodney watched them like a hawk to make sure they didn't get any funny ideas, which meant he was almost entirely unprepared when all of a sudden the light was blocked out by John's bizarrely spiked hair and his mouth was being teased open with soft, sweet kisses.
"Mmf," said Rodney, a little put out, but his arms unfolded from across his chest and his hands settled firmly on John's hips, universal sign language for 'don't even think about stopping what you're doing. Also your hair is stupid.'
(Rodney's universal phrasebook was heavily edited in the margins.)
"I'm not a masochist, Rodney," John murmured between kisses, his voice low and intent in a way that always made Rodney's stomach twist happily. "I promise you'll enjoy this." And then even quieter, John's lips against his earlobe - which he swore had never been an erogenous zone before he came to Atlantis - "you liked fingers, right? We can work with that."
Apparently 'working with that' translated to Rodney flat on his back, panting up at the ceiling as John's unbelievably agile tongue did things to his cock that he'd had no idea were actually physically possible. Apparently all he'd needed was a little motivation, and there really wasn't any room at all for any sort of discomfort when one of John's fingers traced a hot tingling line down behind his balls, lower. It wasn't as though they hadn't done that much before, although a minute or two later, when a second finger cool and slick with lube joined it, that was new; Rodney really didn't have time to protest, hadn't yet decided whether he wanted to, when - good god, did the man have no gag reflex at all?
More time passed. How much he wasn't entirely sure - everything had got a little heat-hazed. He heaved himself onto his elbows, though, back uncomfortably curled so he could see three fingers disappear and reappear steadily; he really hadn't known he could stretch that far, and it wasn't even that uncomfortable.
...and then John moved his hand in an entirely new way and uncomfortable wasn't - Rodney's brain melted and he collapsed back against the pillows again, groaning long and low and desperate as he twisted and pushed back against John's fingers.
"Jesus, Rodney." John's voice was satisfyingly shaken and really, Rodney would be smug about that just as soon as he could shape his mouth around anything that wasn't John's name and curses that never really made it past the fricatives.
When John's lips closed hot around his cock again it was all he could do to hold out for a few moments before he was coming in John's unbelievable mouth.
John pulled his fingers out too quickly and Rodney whimpered softly at the absence, a noise that was quickly swallowed in the taste of himself in a kiss that was frequently broken as John thrust, hard and uneven and stuttering, against his hip. It wasn't long before more heat spilled into the mess between them and a heavy weight collapsed onto his chest, John's sweat-damp hair tucked into the crook of his neck.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Rodney finally managed, once he had managed to catch his breath, "but wasn't there another destination in mind?"
John grunted and molded himself a little more comfortably to Rodney's side.
"Yeah," he mumbled, sounding half asleep, "next time. Jesus, Rodney."
He allowed his mouth to curl into a ridiculous smile.
Now there was time to be smug.
***
...er. Blimey. That's the porniest thing I've ever written on my own and I'm actually startled at myself. Seriously, please let me know if you liked; it could affect my entire future in the world of NC-17.
*blinks, bemused*
soupytwist earlier - and can I just state, here, that I cannot wait to move in with her, not least because then I will have someone to CLING TO when watching SPN - and somehow the conversation got around to Rodney's sexual habits and I went on a big ramble about how, when in Russia, he slept with a number of disturbingly hairy scientists. And then there was this one night with a six foot tall blonde woman who handcuffed him to the bed and shouted orders at him in Russian and almost broke him with the athletic sex. It's why he goes all misty eyed when he thinks about blondes; his mental soundtrack is saying 'God, I could have died! ...that is so hot.' It's also why sometimes he has a little bit of trouble concentrating when Radek's yelling Czech insults in the lab - it's not like he really cares enough to hear the differences between languages. It's nice to know that even though I never really put conscious thought into this stuff my brain is totally ticking away with its own little theories behind the scenes.
Oh, also, I started writing a fic to
tropes over text, but it's enormously difficult to fit the speech patterns of Rodney McKay into SMS and I'm nearly out of credit. So here's an attempt at finishing it. J? The part in square brackets is the bit you've already read. ;)
...er. Apparently it's turning NC-17 on me. O.O
["It's not that I don't trust you," Rodney said. Then he looked thoughtful for a second. "Actually, it is that I don't trust you. You voluntarily go running with Ronon every morning, you're clearly a masochist." John opened his mouth but Rodney cut him off before he could get a word out. "And open minded as I undoubtedly am, I feel I can judge my tolerance for that sort of thing accurately on the basis of one experience." He winced slightly, hands covering his chest.
John raised one eyebrow, looking intrigued.
"Oh, like you've never got drunk," he snapped, and John snorted softly.
"I've never got that drunk."
"Well I can say with some authority that I don't find pain in the least bit arousing, so that's that, I'm afraid." He folded his arms.
A little higher than usual.]
"It's not like I'm gonna go out of my way to hurt you here, Rodney." John took a couple of steps closer, hands raised harmlessly. Rodney watched them like a hawk to make sure they didn't get any funny ideas, which meant he was almost entirely unprepared when all of a sudden the light was blocked out by John's bizarrely spiked hair and his mouth was being teased open with soft, sweet kisses.
"Mmf," said Rodney, a little put out, but his arms unfolded from across his chest and his hands settled firmly on John's hips, universal sign language for 'don't even think about stopping what you're doing. Also your hair is stupid.'
(Rodney's universal phrasebook was heavily edited in the margins.)
"I'm not a masochist, Rodney," John murmured between kisses, his voice low and intent in a way that always made Rodney's stomach twist happily. "I promise you'll enjoy this." And then even quieter, John's lips against his earlobe - which he swore had never been an erogenous zone before he came to Atlantis - "you liked fingers, right? We can work with that."
Apparently 'working with that' translated to Rodney flat on his back, panting up at the ceiling as John's unbelievably agile tongue did things to his cock that he'd had no idea were actually physically possible. Apparently all he'd needed was a little motivation, and there really wasn't any room at all for any sort of discomfort when one of John's fingers traced a hot tingling line down behind his balls, lower. It wasn't as though they hadn't done that much before, although a minute or two later, when a second finger cool and slick with lube joined it, that was new; Rodney really didn't have time to protest, hadn't yet decided whether he wanted to, when - good god, did the man have no gag reflex at all?
More time passed. How much he wasn't entirely sure - everything had got a little heat-hazed. He heaved himself onto his elbows, though, back uncomfortably curled so he could see three fingers disappear and reappear steadily; he really hadn't known he could stretch that far, and it wasn't even that uncomfortable.
...and then John moved his hand in an entirely new way and uncomfortable wasn't - Rodney's brain melted and he collapsed back against the pillows again, groaning long and low and desperate as he twisted and pushed back against John's fingers.
"Jesus, Rodney." John's voice was satisfyingly shaken and really, Rodney would be smug about that just as soon as he could shape his mouth around anything that wasn't John's name and curses that never really made it past the fricatives.
When John's lips closed hot around his cock again it was all he could do to hold out for a few moments before he was coming in John's unbelievable mouth.
John pulled his fingers out too quickly and Rodney whimpered softly at the absence, a noise that was quickly swallowed in the taste of himself in a kiss that was frequently broken as John thrust, hard and uneven and stuttering, against his hip. It wasn't long before more heat spilled into the mess between them and a heavy weight collapsed onto his chest, John's sweat-damp hair tucked into the crook of his neck.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Rodney finally managed, once he had managed to catch his breath, "but wasn't there another destination in mind?"
John grunted and molded himself a little more comfortably to Rodney's side.
"Yeah," he mumbled, sounding half asleep, "next time. Jesus, Rodney."
He allowed his mouth to curl into a ridiculous smile.
Now there was time to be smug.
***
...er. Blimey. That's the porniest thing I've ever written on my own and I'm actually startled at myself. Seriously, please let me know if you liked; it could affect my entire future in the world of NC-17.
*blinks, bemused*
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Date: 2007-06-19 10:28 pm (UTC)*_*
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Date: 2007-06-19 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-20 09:05 am (UTC)randomly, I am surprised to learn that people other than linguistics majors know what a fricative is. cause I totally DIDN'T until first year intro. XD
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Date: 2007-06-20 09:21 am (UTC)Seriously, I loved it. So Rodney! And John! I want the man with no gag reflex! Superb. *Applause*
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Date: 2007-06-20 12:14 pm (UTC)*turns up fan to 'hurricane'*
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Date: 2007-06-22 03:18 pm (UTC)And I am so gleeful over getting to live with you I can't see straight, so. :P