Muppet Christmas
title: Muppet Christmas
author:melagan
rating: PG
word count: 611
beta: mischief5
mistakes=mine
It was team night two days before Christmas and things weren’t working out quite like John had planned.
The Muppet Christmas movie was queued and ready and the popcorn balls sat on their Santa plate, a special order from the mess. Even Johnny Cash sported a Christmas bow made out of wrapping paper and gently taped to the poster.
Only his team had ducked out on him. Ronon was putting every spare minute into his gift for Amelia, and by all accounts, had suddenly been hit with artistic inspiration. Teyla wasn’t coming either. She’d bowed out with the excuse of visiting the mainland for some Athosian party. Well, fuck. Rodney wasn’t even….
The door opened and McKay stood there with a huge grin.
“John! Wait until you see this!” Rodney held out a small red racer with an old fashion key-wind. A huge bright yellow key stuck out of the back. “Do you think Torren John will like it?”
“That is so cool, McKay. Did you make it?” John did think the toy was cool but what made him bounce on his toes was that Rodney was here. Of course, he could depend on McKay. That’s what they did, depended on each other, how could have he forgotten that even for a minute.
“You have the Muppet Christmas movie? I haven’t seen that in years.” Rodney settled himself on the couch. “Well, c’mon - ohhh, popcorn balls.”
“Okay, okay. You’re worse than a kid,” John laughed. “Go ahead and hit play.”
Rodney sat there beaming up at him. He was saying something about Miss Piggy but John wasn’t really paying attention. Rodney’s sweater was looked soft - touchable. His blue jeans stretched over solid thighs and with his legs parted John couldn’t help notice how they hugged Rodney’s cock and balls.
John blinked. Okay, that’s not the sort of package he was supposed to be thinking about. Not even if it did look damn good.
“John?” Are you going to sit down or watch the whole movie standing up?”
“I’m sitting, move over, McKay. What’s in the backpack?”
“Finally noticed that, did you?”
Rodney smiled up at him and John couldn’t help wonder what his mouth would taste like. He inched closer and when Rodney didn’t move away, he moved close enough that their thighs were touching. The warmth almost took his breath away.
He found himself fascinated by Rodney’s eyelashes. They were so close he could count the individual hairs. “Show me.” John husked, low and soft, his lips almost brushing Rodney’s cheek. God, he was in so much trouble with no idea how to put the brakes on.
Rodney’s hands were fumbling, clumsy like they never were, and he sounded short of breath.
“Here.”
“Two more?” John looked the racers that Rodney held in his hands. Except for the colors, they looked just like Torren’s. Then he grinned. “Cool.”
“I thought we should get to play…um, show…er, teach, we can teach him…because we’re family and…”
“Yes. Exactly. Uncle John and Rodney.” John was nodding now. Somehow, in the process, his arm slid over Rodney’s shoulders and stayed there. “It’s perfect.”
Rodney’s mouth was close, his lips were parted, and John caught a glimpse of his pretty, pink tongue.
~~~
Miss Piggy never gave up. She knew what she wanted and she’d go through a snowstorm in style to go get her frog.
“Oink, oink, Rodney,” John said, and he brought their mouths together in a kiss. He sighed in relief when Rodney’s hand came up and curled into his hair, pulling him closer.
Rodney gave a soft hum of contentment and John could have sworn it sounded suspiciously like -
“Ribb-it. Ribb-it.”
author:melagan
rating: PG
word count: 611
beta: mischief5
mistakes=mine
It was team night two days before Christmas and things weren’t working out quite like John had planned.
The Muppet Christmas movie was queued and ready and the popcorn balls sat on their Santa plate, a special order from the mess. Even Johnny Cash sported a Christmas bow made out of wrapping paper and gently taped to the poster.
Only his team had ducked out on him. Ronon was putting every spare minute into his gift for Amelia, and by all accounts, had suddenly been hit with artistic inspiration. Teyla wasn’t coming either. She’d bowed out with the excuse of visiting the mainland for some Athosian party. Well, fuck. Rodney wasn’t even….
The door opened and McKay stood there with a huge grin.
“John! Wait until you see this!” Rodney held out a small red racer with an old fashion key-wind. A huge bright yellow key stuck out of the back. “Do you think Torren John will like it?”
“That is so cool, McKay. Did you make it?” John did think the toy was cool but what made him bounce on his toes was that Rodney was here. Of course, he could depend on McKay. That’s what they did, depended on each other, how could have he forgotten that even for a minute.
“You have the Muppet Christmas movie? I haven’t seen that in years.” Rodney settled himself on the couch. “Well, c’mon - ohhh, popcorn balls.”
“Okay, okay. You’re worse than a kid,” John laughed. “Go ahead and hit play.”
Rodney sat there beaming up at him. He was saying something about Miss Piggy but John wasn’t really paying attention. Rodney’s sweater was looked soft - touchable. His blue jeans stretched over solid thighs and with his legs parted John couldn’t help notice how they hugged Rodney’s cock and balls.
John blinked. Okay, that’s not the sort of package he was supposed to be thinking about. Not even if it did look damn good.
“John?” Are you going to sit down or watch the whole movie standing up?”
“I’m sitting, move over, McKay. What’s in the backpack?”
“Finally noticed that, did you?”
Rodney smiled up at him and John couldn’t help wonder what his mouth would taste like. He inched closer and when Rodney didn’t move away, he moved close enough that their thighs were touching. The warmth almost took his breath away.
He found himself fascinated by Rodney’s eyelashes. They were so close he could count the individual hairs. “Show me.” John husked, low and soft, his lips almost brushing Rodney’s cheek. God, he was in so much trouble with no idea how to put the brakes on.
Rodney’s hands were fumbling, clumsy like they never were, and he sounded short of breath.
“Here.”
“Two more?” John looked the racers that Rodney held in his hands. Except for the colors, they looked just like Torren’s. Then he grinned. “Cool.”
“I thought we should get to play…um, show…er, teach, we can teach him…because we’re family and…”
“Yes. Exactly. Uncle John and Rodney.” John was nodding now. Somehow, in the process, his arm slid over Rodney’s shoulders and stayed there. “It’s perfect.”
Rodney’s mouth was close, his lips were parted, and John caught a glimpse of his pretty, pink tongue.
~~~
Miss Piggy never gave up. She knew what she wanted and she’d go through a snowstorm in style to go get her frog.
“Oink, oink, Rodney,” John said, and he brought their mouths together in a kiss. He sighed in relief when Rodney’s hand came up and curled into his hair, pulling him closer.
Rodney gave a soft hum of contentment and John could have sworn it sounded suspiciously like -
“Ribb-it. Ribb-it.”