Just Like Penguins, Part Two, by Vega (Animals Challenge)
Just Like Penguins
Part Two
by losyark
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay; Roy and Silo.
Pairing: McShep
Rating: Pg-13 for smooshiness
Spoilers: Up to and set between “The Siege III” and “Intruder”
Author’s Notes: ruinsofmysanity wanted smut. I failed utterly.
Summary: “Gay penguins?” John asked, just to clarify, because who knew Rodney could be all sentimental and accidentally meaningful? It was sweet in a sort of bumbling, gonna-get-John-fired-if-anyone-found-out sort of way.
Part One
***
“Penguins?” John repeated, not sure he wanted to know.
“I like penguins,” Rodney said, defensively. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“But,” John protested, “We have one free day in New York where you’re not making doctors of Physics cry and you want to spend it watching penguins?”
“I said you didn’t have to come with me,” Rodney harrumphed, sitting on the edge of their hotel room bed to bend over and tie his shoe laces.
“But, but New York pizza and Times Square and Central Park and Broadway,” John said, quickly pulling his own tee-shirt over his head.
Rodney looked up and narrowed his eyes at John. “Are you actually gayer than I originally thought? Broadway?”
“Shut up,” John groused, then went hunting under the bed for his own shoes. They had been pretty enthusiastic last night and he didn’t quite recall where exactly his converses had ended up.
“The Zoo is in Central Park, anyway,” Rodney offered, the closest John knew he was going to get to an apology. “And I only want to go for a little while. Then we can go chase your dreams of tights-wearing men prancing around on their toes.”
“I only wanted to see if Miss Saigon was playing,” John said, his upper half under the bed while he stretched through the dust for the shoe stuck against the wall. “They land a helicopter on the stage.”
Rodney smacked the ass that was sticking up, indefensible.
“Ow,” John said, grinning and pulling back to sit on his heels, a shoe in one hand and a dust bunny in his hair.
“Penguins first, helicopters second?” Rodney offered in comprimse, picking out the bunny and wrinkling his nose at it. "Hotel complaints desk third?"
“Penguins first,” John agreed with a theatrical put-upon sigh.
Rodney stood up, searching for his own shirt. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
“Fantastic blow jobs?” John suggested.
***
“Gay penguins?” John asked, just to clarify, because who knew Rodney could be all sentimental and accidentally meaningful? It was sweet in a sort of bumbling, gonna-get-John-fired-if-anyone-found-out sort of way.
“They had a book written about them,” Rodney said, pointing to the sign beside the enclosure that said as much.
John shook his head, but didn’t pull away when Rodney’s hot fingers twined through his. In the habitat, Roy and Silo nuzzled each other under the beak and John thought, Lucky bastards.
“That’s a good idea,” Rodney said, and before John could think Hey, whoa, public! Rodney was kissing John right on the mouth.
“Uh,” John said, when Rodney switched to nuzzling under John’s jaw, like Roy was doing. He tried to say, What if someone is watching us? and This is probably a bad idea and You’ll get me fired, but it came out like “Oh, god, that feels good.”
“Mommy, mommy,” a little girl’s voice said beside John’s elbow, cutting through the white haze of his non-thoughts. “Look, those mens are like the pen-gins!”
“Yes they are,” another woman said, and John assumed she was the mother. Rodney’s mouth was still on his neck and he couldn’t turn his head to see.
“Will they hatch an egg?” the little girl asked.
Rodney disengaged with a whuffing chuckle, and John knew he had heard the kid, too. He leaned his chin on John’s shoulder, looking over his back to address the little girl.
“Don’t think so, kid” Rodney said. “People can’t have eggs.”
“Knock on wood,”John whispered into his ear before licking the shell once. Rodney shivered all over, which seemed pretty fair revenge. John was aching, though not hard enough to make it noticeable to anyone who was not pressed right against him. “You never know with the Pegasus Galaxy.”
“Knock on wood?” Rodney whispered back and gave a subtle but filthy little roll of his hips. “What, here, in front of the kid?”
John cleared his throat, willed away the flag of red that suddenly burned across his cheeks, and turned to get his body away from Rodney’s and to face the mother. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
The woman just grinned and said, “Don’t be. Nice to see two people in love. Have a nice day.”
“Love?” Rodney repeated, his chin back on John’s shoulder. They both watched the woman walk away, both admiring the view. “So,” he said. “Miss Saigon?”
“Screw the helicopter on stage,” John said, turning back to look at the penguins. He let Rodney circle his waist from behind with strong arms, leaned back slightly into the warmth of Rodney’s pillowed belly. “I’ve seen enough helicopters. These penguins rock.”
Rodney chuckled and bumped his forehead against John’s shoulder and said nothing.
Part Two
by losyark
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay; Roy and Silo.
Pairing: McShep
Rating: Pg-13 for smooshiness
Spoilers: Up to and set between “The Siege III” and “Intruder”
Author’s Notes: ruinsofmysanity wanted smut. I failed utterly.
Summary: “Gay penguins?” John asked, just to clarify, because who knew Rodney could be all sentimental and accidentally meaningful? It was sweet in a sort of bumbling, gonna-get-John-fired-if-anyone-found-out sort of way.
Part One
***
“Penguins?” John repeated, not sure he wanted to know.
“I like penguins,” Rodney said, defensively. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“But,” John protested, “We have one free day in New York where you’re not making doctors of Physics cry and you want to spend it watching penguins?”
“I said you didn’t have to come with me,” Rodney harrumphed, sitting on the edge of their hotel room bed to bend over and tie his shoe laces.
“But, but New York pizza and Times Square and Central Park and Broadway,” John said, quickly pulling his own tee-shirt over his head.
Rodney looked up and narrowed his eyes at John. “Are you actually gayer than I originally thought? Broadway?”
“Shut up,” John groused, then went hunting under the bed for his own shoes. They had been pretty enthusiastic last night and he didn’t quite recall where exactly his converses had ended up.
“The Zoo is in Central Park, anyway,” Rodney offered, the closest John knew he was going to get to an apology. “And I only want to go for a little while. Then we can go chase your dreams of tights-wearing men prancing around on their toes.”
“I only wanted to see if Miss Saigon was playing,” John said, his upper half under the bed while he stretched through the dust for the shoe stuck against the wall. “They land a helicopter on the stage.”
Rodney smacked the ass that was sticking up, indefensible.
“Ow,” John said, grinning and pulling back to sit on his heels, a shoe in one hand and a dust bunny in his hair.
“Penguins first, helicopters second?” Rodney offered in comprimse, picking out the bunny and wrinkling his nose at it. "Hotel complaints desk third?"
“Penguins first,” John agreed with a theatrical put-upon sigh.
Rodney stood up, searching for his own shirt. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
“Fantastic blow jobs?” John suggested.
***
“Gay penguins?” John asked, just to clarify, because who knew Rodney could be all sentimental and accidentally meaningful? It was sweet in a sort of bumbling, gonna-get-John-fired-if-anyone-found-out sort of way.
“They had a book written about them,” Rodney said, pointing to the sign beside the enclosure that said as much.
John shook his head, but didn’t pull away when Rodney’s hot fingers twined through his. In the habitat, Roy and Silo nuzzled each other under the beak and John thought, Lucky bastards.
“That’s a good idea,” Rodney said, and before John could think Hey, whoa, public! Rodney was kissing John right on the mouth.
“Uh,” John said, when Rodney switched to nuzzling under John’s jaw, like Roy was doing. He tried to say, What if someone is watching us? and This is probably a bad idea and You’ll get me fired, but it came out like “Oh, god, that feels good.”
“Mommy, mommy,” a little girl’s voice said beside John’s elbow, cutting through the white haze of his non-thoughts. “Look, those mens are like the pen-gins!”
“Yes they are,” another woman said, and John assumed she was the mother. Rodney’s mouth was still on his neck and he couldn’t turn his head to see.
“Will they hatch an egg?” the little girl asked.
Rodney disengaged with a whuffing chuckle, and John knew he had heard the kid, too. He leaned his chin on John’s shoulder, looking over his back to address the little girl.
“Don’t think so, kid” Rodney said. “People can’t have eggs.”
“Knock on wood,”John whispered into his ear before licking the shell once. Rodney shivered all over, which seemed pretty fair revenge. John was aching, though not hard enough to make it noticeable to anyone who was not pressed right against him. “You never know with the Pegasus Galaxy.”
“Knock on wood?” Rodney whispered back and gave a subtle but filthy little roll of his hips. “What, here, in front of the kid?”
John cleared his throat, willed away the flag of red that suddenly burned across his cheeks, and turned to get his body away from Rodney’s and to face the mother. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
The woman just grinned and said, “Don’t be. Nice to see two people in love. Have a nice day.”
“Love?” Rodney repeated, his chin back on John’s shoulder. They both watched the woman walk away, both admiring the view. “So,” he said. “Miss Saigon?”
“Screw the helicopter on stage,” John said, turning back to look at the penguins. He let Rodney circle his waist from behind with strong arms, leaned back slightly into the warmth of Rodney’s pillowed belly. “I’ve seen enough helicopters. These penguins rock.”
Rodney chuckled and bumped his forehead against John’s shoulder and said nothing.