i feel so much better now

[unamaga]

I don't know about you, but I think today sucks. Like, sucks on league with November 2, 2004 - it's that bad. So instead of doing anything productive or work-related, let's talk about John Sheppard in a kilt.



edit: nws talk in the comments! here by ladycat777 and here by me!

Comments

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

It's. It's so green!

(also, Rodney loves to put his hand on John's knee when he's sitting and the kilt hikes up, because there's warm skin curving over bone and cartilage and muscle that twitches under his palm, and scratchy hair and it always makes John shiver, always always. Rodney's never sure if it's because someone could see -- like Rodney would ever allow that to happen, he likes John exactly where he is, thanks -- or if it's something else, like maybe how just wearing the kilt makes John's skin tingle and flare, hypersensitive to Rodney's touch, or maybe it's that Rodney can, and he does, something so male, resting his hand on John's knee the way John has probably done a hundred times before, thousands of times with so many different girls, and John melts exactly like those girls, leaning to the side so that the rough tartan brushes against the back of Rodney's hand and there's nothing better, nothing at all.)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

oh, oh, that's just - well, okay, ridiculously hot, but also incredibly sweet. john just melting and giving that up for rodney is. *flails madly*

More, very NC-17!

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

And sometimes, when it's just the two of them or there's appropriate cover, John will widen his legs until Rodney's hand naturally slides off, fingers brushing cold trails -- Rodney's hands are always cold -- down John's inner thigh. It's invitation and request, as subtle as only John can do, and Rodney always has to swallow back a chuckle because John is never good at handling his own needs. His martyr complex is too deep, too rich, for him to really be able to say, Hey, Rodney, you wanna stroke me off? And Rodney finds he's totally okay with that, because it's so much hotter to know John's struggling with the very concept of wanting, of extending this invitation that can so easily be dismissed.

So Rodney runs his nails back and forth against muscle that jumps under his touch, skin quivering as Rodney does nothing sexual except how it's all sexual. He'll move his hand back slowly, the kilt bunching up around his forearm to rub the skin red and raw, a point of almost-pain to counteract that first glance of hot, silken skin, already damp and rising to his touch, meeting him the only way John can.

He takes John's cock into his fingers, his fist, rubbing and touching carefully so his wrist hardly moves, the tartan already throwing readable shadows for anyone who cares to look.

No one does, of course. Rodney isn't taking these kinds of chances.

John is so eager, biting his lip to keep back the whimper Rodney wants to hear, shivering with the need to rock, to push his hips into Rodney's waiting palm, to press cock and balls even closer to the skin he needs. Rodney hisses once -- stay still! -- and John does, gulping the only audible sound he can make right then. He stays frozen as Rodney rubs his thumb over the head of John's cock, wetting it to draw long, wet trails down veins that bang against Rodney's fingers, hot like a furnace against his cold hands.

Rodney is smiling, now, at nothing at all because he knows what's going to happen later, what always happens later, when John's mouth is tight and hot surrounding him, sucking away thoughts along with his come -- but that's for later. For now, there is just touching John, glancingly soft or punishingly hard, strokes that tease and are just the right amount of almost-but-not-quite-pain, imitating the trick Rodney does with his teeth. There is cupping John's balls, warm and heavy, using the base of his thumb to rub John's cock up towards his kilt, sensitive skin against good Scottish wool, and it has to hurt, has to at least be uncomfortable, but John just stays where he is, half leaning towards Rodney with his lips turning blue.

Rodney does chuckle now, secure that no one can see or hear, and leans forward to say, "Breathe," low and amused just so he can see John gasp, roughly inhaling while his body takes advantage of his laxity, of Rodney's hand suddenly tight and pulling along his cock, to come so hard that the tartan turns a darker green, the only evidence Rodney needs.

Wiping his hand on John's leg, letting the hair catch most of the remains, Rodney replaces it on John's knee and smugly stares at whatever he's supposed to be paying attention to.

John breathes, or tries to, body loose as it settles against Rodney's arm in unconscious echo of every time John's ever done the same thing, or thought about it, or just wanted it, plainly and without artifice.

Rodney almost kisses the spiky hair that brushes his chin, but doesn't. "Almost done," he says, and John hums what could've been a purr, licking his lips for later.

[kashmir1.livejournal.com]

THE QUESTION IS. IS HE WEARING IT LIKE A TRUE SCOTSMAN?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

OF COURSE HE DOES. what, you think rodney would let him get away with it otherwise?

[kashmir1.livejournal.com]

AHAHA. GOOD BOY. I didn't think he would but that John is sneaky, sneaky!

(And slinky!)

[keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com]

Awww! *throws awesome-day vibes atchoo*

I WANT THAT KILT. I think I could put it together with something really nice and stuff.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

You mean like JARED PADALECKI stuff? Because I can totally get behind that.

[handsomespeck.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD I'D ASK WHY THIS HAPPENED IF IT WEREN'T SO FABULOUS. ♥

I laugh because that's apparently a planet they visited. And John is either very displeased or trying to hide his glee at the wind delicately caressing his equipment beneath his awesome kilt.

And green is my favorite color. DOUBLE SPECTACULAR!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

HAHAH!! *points up* You are most certainly correct, mon ami!

[timjr.livejournal.com]

...*facepalm* a NWS warning thanks to your comments woulda been nice.


I -was- gonna say "It's very very green!"

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

Eep, sorry, that was my fault. Deleting!

[hebrew-hernia.livejournal.com]

What? Why? Kilt? Manip? What?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

JOHN SHEPPARD. TARTAN. There is no bad here.

[liamar13.livejournal.com]

at first i was like omg my eyes they'll never be clean again! but then i read the porn. *faints from teh hot*........ i guess i can forgive you. lol.

p.s. i got nothing against men in kilts. they should wear them all the time. i thinks its the hat, amd maybe the socks. lol.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

But the hat and socks are what really make the outfit, man. That little feather in his cap, he looks like an incredible dork! Awww.

[colonel-taisa.livejournal.com]

I'd just like to say that I'll never be able to look at my kilt (which is quite similar but no so green) without remembering this. It is IMPRINTED IN MY BRAIN.

XD He doesn't look to happy though..

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

He is Very Seriously contemplating Rodney's ass (just out of frame). Yes.

[misskatieleigh.livejournal.com]

I may never recover from this. YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME - with KILTS and PIES


O.o

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

SHEPPARD'S PIE, AHAHAHAHA.

*shift* Oh come on it was right there.

[courtberger.livejournal.com]

I have sudden urge to eat pie and wear lots of green.....

Lots of tartan plaid green.....

The manip was incredibly hot! The porn that followed, just as hot! I end tonight a happy, happy girl!

Court

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I'm glad, hahah! :D

[aurora]

Heee!!

[terribilita.livejournal.com]

Hello there! Would you mind horribly if I friended you? I was looking through sheafrotherdon's skin hunger post and your little ficlet just about killed me with love. And then like a stalker I came over to your journal and, to my happy surprise, saw that you've written a few more things in this fandom. Not to mention that some of your posts are hilarious (case in point, this one). So yes, here I am. :D

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Friend away! I'm always happy to have more awesome SGA people on my flist!

Ahaha, Rodney's face in your icon! That is so priceless.