Derriere ~ SGA (McShep)
Title: Derriere
Author: icantfollow
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Prompt: #003 Ends
Word Count: 707
Rating: PG13
Summary: Rodney's ass haunts John's dreams.
Rodney's ass haunts John's dreams.
It's disturbing on so many levels; he barely sleeps anymore. For one thing, he just can't figure it out. When, exactly, did his best friend's posterior become so...alluring?
It's sometime after pushing Rodney off the balcony, but sometime before that behind was damaged by a stray arrow. If only he could pinpoint the exact moment, maybe that would help him make sense of the madness.
John doesn't deny the occasional erotic thought about the same sex, though he usually drowns it out with opposite sex sex, but this is Rodney he's thinking about, and it's just wrong. As in: not okay.
The first time Teyla catches him staring at Rodney as he leaves the room, John is certain that's it, his life is over, he's dead. Fortunately, she only arcs an eyebrow, smirks slightly, and pats him gently on the shoulder.
John is doomed.
Elizabeth is the second to catch on, and gently suggests that John 'talk about his feelings'. John replies that the only feelings he's worried about are not the sort he wants to discuss with anyone.
He knows it would be different if there was some basis for this absurd attraction - and it would at least be tolerable if it didn't seem like every single female member of Atlantis had caught on somehow.
How can he mention it to Rodney without sounding completely cracked? 'Hey, buddy, I just thought you should know that I can't stop thinking about your backside. That's not weird, is it?'
So he settles for brooding silence, until one afternoon when Rodney corners him in his room.
'You're distant,' Rodney complains. 'You won't look at me, you won't talk to me, and you certainly won't spend any time with me. Would you listen to me? You make me sound like your desperate girlfriend. What's got into you?'
John is only capable of cringing. 'Nothing,' he insists. 'I'm fine.'
Rodney snorts, and turns to close the door, giving John, who is at just the right level, an eyeful. Bless the man who invented form-fitting khakis.
'You're a terrible liar, Sheppard. So out with it, what have I done wrong?'
He actually looks concerned and John can't stand the idea of Rodney thinking this is all his fault - not when John's the one going absolutely insane. So he blurts it out and decides he's going to throw himself dramatically off a balcony so that, later, when people talk about his exit, at least they'll say he went out with some pizzaz.
'I happen to be obsessed with your ass, okay?'
John heads for the window, but Rodney grabs him by the arm.
'Why didn't you just say so?' says Rodney, sounding perfectly calm, though he suddenly looks as if he's acquired a bad sunburn.
'What?'
'Well, it's not as if I haven't been admiring yours for the past three years, Sheppard,' Rodney continues, still holding John by the arm. 'Your fondness for skin-tight clothing cannot be ignored.'
'Ah.' John has absolutely no idea what to do now, though the balcony scheme still sounds good. 'So...what now?'
'Well,' says Rodney, thoughtful in a way that softens all his features so that John suddenly has appreciation for other bits of his anatomy, 'I'm pretty sure we do this.'
Before John can move, Rodney has pulled him in closer, awkwardly, and presses his lips to John's, gently at first, but when he meets no resistance, the kiss intensifies. Despite bumping noses and chins, John has no complaints.
'Really, why haven't you said anything?' Rodney asks later when John is busy trying to breathe. 'I happen to be very insecure - I've been waiting for ages for you to make the first move.'
'Well, aside from having been forbidden to 'tell' by my employer,' John says, with a roll of his eyes, sarcasm softened by his inability to stop smiling, 'I couldn't think of a great way to tell you I've been lusting after you without completely fucking up our friendship.'
'You're just lucky I felt the same way,' says Rodney. His hands start crawling up John's t-shirt, but then he pauses. 'Does this strike you as way too easy?'
'Rodney,' John says, his hands right where they belong, 'nothing about this will be easy. And I don't care.'
Author: icantfollow
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Prompt: #003 Ends
Word Count: 707
Rating: PG13
Summary: Rodney's ass haunts John's dreams.
Rodney's ass haunts John's dreams.
It's disturbing on so many levels; he barely sleeps anymore. For one thing, he just can't figure it out. When, exactly, did his best friend's posterior become so...alluring?
It's sometime after pushing Rodney off the balcony, but sometime before that behind was damaged by a stray arrow. If only he could pinpoint the exact moment, maybe that would help him make sense of the madness.
John doesn't deny the occasional erotic thought about the same sex, though he usually drowns it out with opposite sex sex, but this is Rodney he's thinking about, and it's just wrong. As in: not okay.
The first time Teyla catches him staring at Rodney as he leaves the room, John is certain that's it, his life is over, he's dead. Fortunately, she only arcs an eyebrow, smirks slightly, and pats him gently on the shoulder.
John is doomed.
Elizabeth is the second to catch on, and gently suggests that John 'talk about his feelings'. John replies that the only feelings he's worried about are not the sort he wants to discuss with anyone.
He knows it would be different if there was some basis for this absurd attraction - and it would at least be tolerable if it didn't seem like every single female member of Atlantis had caught on somehow.
How can he mention it to Rodney without sounding completely cracked? 'Hey, buddy, I just thought you should know that I can't stop thinking about your backside. That's not weird, is it?'
So he settles for brooding silence, until one afternoon when Rodney corners him in his room.
'You're distant,' Rodney complains. 'You won't look at me, you won't talk to me, and you certainly won't spend any time with me. Would you listen to me? You make me sound like your desperate girlfriend. What's got into you?'
John is only capable of cringing. 'Nothing,' he insists. 'I'm fine.'
Rodney snorts, and turns to close the door, giving John, who is at just the right level, an eyeful. Bless the man who invented form-fitting khakis.
'You're a terrible liar, Sheppard. So out with it, what have I done wrong?'
He actually looks concerned and John can't stand the idea of Rodney thinking this is all his fault - not when John's the one going absolutely insane. So he blurts it out and decides he's going to throw himself dramatically off a balcony so that, later, when people talk about his exit, at least they'll say he went out with some pizzaz.
'I happen to be obsessed with your ass, okay?'
John heads for the window, but Rodney grabs him by the arm.
'Why didn't you just say so?' says Rodney, sounding perfectly calm, though he suddenly looks as if he's acquired a bad sunburn.
'What?'
'Well, it's not as if I haven't been admiring yours for the past three years, Sheppard,' Rodney continues, still holding John by the arm. 'Your fondness for skin-tight clothing cannot be ignored.'
'Ah.' John has absolutely no idea what to do now, though the balcony scheme still sounds good. 'So...what now?'
'Well,' says Rodney, thoughtful in a way that softens all his features so that John suddenly has appreciation for other bits of his anatomy, 'I'm pretty sure we do this.'
Before John can move, Rodney has pulled him in closer, awkwardly, and presses his lips to John's, gently at first, but when he meets no resistance, the kiss intensifies. Despite bumping noses and chins, John has no complaints.
'Really, why haven't you said anything?' Rodney asks later when John is busy trying to breathe. 'I happen to be very insecure - I've been waiting for ages for you to make the first move.'
'Well, aside from having been forbidden to 'tell' by my employer,' John says, with a roll of his eyes, sarcasm softened by his inability to stop smiling, 'I couldn't think of a great way to tell you I've been lusting after you without completely fucking up our friendship.'
'You're just lucky I felt the same way,' says Rodney. His hands start crawling up John's t-shirt, but then he pauses. 'Does this strike you as way too easy?'
'Rodney,' John says, his hands right where they belong, 'nothing about this will be easy. And I don't care.'