John comes home right after slipping the commendation medal into Lorne's palm and beating a hasty retreat from the memorial service. He's not even sure Rae and Rodney have seen him. Radek is curled up on the couch with a laptop and what looks suspiciously like a bowl of those weird little purple fruits John's sure they've run out of. He toes his ( Read more... )

( I can't deny them anything )

( Share and Share alike-all m'spouses are doin' it. )

John left Jinto's room by midmorning, his shoulders already slumped with the burden of knowing....of understanding that his men died out there in the great blackness of the universe without him. Of knowing that they'd have to search a lifetime to find the responsible civilization--and that the men and women who died on that planet would never be ( Read more... )

( I'll never admit to doing this--ever. )

God it's been ages, aeons..lifetimes since he's been in a jumper with Rodney. The air in the shuttle bays always tastes somehow of ozone and engine grease, though the jumpers barely take any lubrication at all. He can taste it on Rodney's skin, on the head of his cock as John sucks it briefly into his mouth, then teases with lips and tongue before ( Read more... )

fucking hell, goddamned cocksucking sonofabitch....shit!...that last one didn't seem to really fit in with the cadence of the others, and it didn't really make him feel better anyway, but why not run the full gamut of curse words if you had the chance? John was an equal-opportunity curser, after all...and in his mind there was no one to make fun ( Read more... )

The halls are empty, John makes sure of it, casting his training-heightend senses wide, timing his steps to those ahead, making sure he never comes in sight of anyone. He keeps his face buried in Rae's hair, murmuring soft nonsense, soothing words, nothing concrete, nothing solid, just a constant stream of comforting sound ( Read more... )

The room are empty and hold the peculiar dusty smell that home gets when it's inhabitants have been away for far too long. The living room is cluttered, with pillows and tshirts everywhere, the artifacts of some ages-ago romp John had obviously not been invited to. No suprise--he'd been gone nearly nonstop for several days, coming back on-city ( Read more... )

Only did a few sins--figured I'd pace myself. *grin*
((ooc--John's player is going to be out of town on family business until Tuesday. Treat him kindly whilst I am away--he's had an exciting few days.))
( Forgive me, Father, I enjoyed every second. )