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This is a definitely a ficlet. First season, John/Rodney and a sarong, pg13, 296 words. First posted in sga_flashfic on June 9th, 2005 for the dangling challenge.
THE MEASURE OF A MAN
"It's a ridiculous outfit."
"It's ceremonial garb, Dr. Mckay." Ford smoothed the brightly patterned sarong over his thighs and grinned. "We're all wearing the same thing."
"Yeah." Rodney folded his arms over the pale blue vest. "I know. And it's insulting that a scientist of my stature and my ability and my intelligence should be forced into such a ridiculous outfit."
"It's a sarong, Doc."
"It's a skirt!"
John caught the lieutenant's eye and shook his head. It wasn't helping Rodney's mood that Ford looked terrific. He didn't look bad himself - if a bit hairier than the natives - but Rodney, well, it wasn't the best look for him and if something definitive wasn't done soon, he'd be complaining about it all night. And Dr. Rodney Mckay in a full out snit could put a damper on any party. "Lieutenant, why don't you go out and join Teyla at the fires. We'll be right behind you."
"Yes, sir."
After making a minor adjustment to his own outfit, he moved over behind Rodney and slid his hand over the silk covered curve of his ass. "I like the way you look."
"Oh really?" The tone could have flayed enamel off steel. "I'm naked under here!"
"I know."
"I'm dangling!"
Leaning forward, John set his lips just at the edge of Rodney's ear and breathed, "Then it's a good thing you got the longest sarong." With one final caress, he headed out of the tent.
Later, when Ford asked him how he'd managed to put Dr. Mckay into such a good mood, John just lifted his cup of fermented huuran juice and grinned, one hand resting on the extra two inches of fabric folded under at the waist of his sarong.
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This is a definitely a ficlet. First season, John/Rodney and a sarong, pg13, 296 words. First posted in sga_flashfic on June 9th, 2005 for the dangling challenge.
THE MEASURE OF A MAN
"It's a ridiculous outfit."
"It's ceremonial garb, Dr. Mckay." Ford smoothed the brightly patterned sarong over his thighs and grinned. "We're all wearing the same thing."
"Yeah." Rodney folded his arms over the pale blue vest. "I know. And it's insulting that a scientist of my stature and my ability and my intelligence should be forced into such a ridiculous outfit."
"It's a sarong, Doc."
"It's a skirt!"
John caught the lieutenant's eye and shook his head. It wasn't helping Rodney's mood that Ford looked terrific. He didn't look bad himself - if a bit hairier than the natives - but Rodney, well, it wasn't the best look for him and if something definitive wasn't done soon, he'd be complaining about it all night. And Dr. Rodney Mckay in a full out snit could put a damper on any party. "Lieutenant, why don't you go out and join Teyla at the fires. We'll be right behind you."
"Yes, sir."
After making a minor adjustment to his own outfit, he moved over behind Rodney and slid his hand over the silk covered curve of his ass. "I like the way you look."
"Oh really?" The tone could have flayed enamel off steel. "I'm naked under here!"
"I know."
"I'm dangling!"
Leaning forward, John set his lips just at the edge of Rodney's ear and breathed, "Then it's a good thing you got the longest sarong." With one final caress, he headed out of the tent.
Later, when Ford asked him how he'd managed to put Dr. Mckay into such a good mood, John just lifted his cup of fermented huuran juice and grinned, one hand resting on the extra two inches of fabric folded under at the waist of his sarong.
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