unamaga: (never leave a man behind)
unamaga ([personal profile] unamaga) wrote2007-11-03 12:50 am
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oh the power of voodoo

Why do you people even let me near AIM. Seriously. All I do is write completely shameless porn. Isn't it supposed to be for, like...communicating with people? Or something? I don't know.

unamaga: ....ok
unamaga: excuse me while i take a moment to reign myself in
kashmir1: LOL NO
kashmir1: don’t
unamaga: I MEAN JUST IMAGINE HOLDING RODNEY DOWN OKAY
kashmir1: oooo yis
kashmir1: GO OOOOOOOOOOON

unamaga: and rodney's all pink and sweaty and wide-eyed, staring up at you with this open, vulnerable look on his face, and when you slide your hips down - just for better leverage, you understand - you can feel the hard line of him pressing against you, can feel the heat of john's skin against the backs of your thighs

you're still watching rodney's face, so you catch the flicker of his eyes over your shoulder and you know a moment before it happens that john's leaning forward and it doesn't surprise you when you feel his wet lips skimming down the side of your neck. his hips are speeding up, bumping against your thighs and ass with every thrust, and rodney's starting to make noise under you - bitten-off, sweet little sounds that curl in your belly and make every teasing grind of your pussy against the underside of his hard cock slicker, easier.

he's trembling a bit, the flush high on his cheeks darkening to deep red, and you wonder how close he is, if he'll like it if you tighten your fingers until you can feel the shape of the bones in his wrists against the pads. he does, arches, and john's steady rhythm falters for a moment, his reedy gasp buried in the skin of your shoulder.

things move faster after that, an edge of urgency that wasn't there before quickening john's breath, setting his teeth in your neck hard enough to bruise. rodney won't stay still, thrashes against your hold like he wants to reach out and touch and help and fix, but you take the chance of transferring both his wrists to one hand, reaching down with the freed one to guide the head of his cock over your clit, rolling your hips because it feels good, a little bit dirty.

john's holding out like a trooper behind you, still panting roughly like he can't get his breath, but it's working for rodney, and every single press of your thumb against his cock to hold him steady while you rut and get yourself off just like that has him babbling helplessly and calling for john, please please please.

it doesn't take long before you're moaning and letting john hold you up through it, warm forearm around your waist to keep you steady and on the bed. when it's done, you let go of rodney's wrists and bend down to kiss him quiet, all soft, languid licks and bites, and then you climb off and leave john to finish them both off, leaning back against the pillows to watch the way they fill up the space you've left and fit to each other like puzzle pieces.

it's easier for john to slide in deep with the new leverage, and you can see the shift of rodney's features into a dazed sort of wonder right before john starts moving again. it only takes a few deep, hard thrusts before rodney's tumbling over the edge, arms wrapped tight around john's broad, straining shoulders, and john follows just like he always follows rodney, making quiet noises into rodney's open mouth.

kashmir1: LFKSGD GOD. SO HOT
kashmir1: mama like


As per tradition, first five people to leave prompts (for any of my fandoms) get commentfic!

1. continuation of above!
2. buffy au snip - "the witch"
3. tabula rasa episode coda
4. sleepy mcshep schmoop

[identity profile] unamaga.livejournal.com 2007-11-03 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
When Rodney comes into school on Tuesday with a huge smile on his face and a spring in his step, Ronon and Teyla simply assume he's gotten laid. When Rodney's good mood doesn't vanish after his lab partner accidentally spills acid on his Chemistry notes, Ronon and Teyla simply assume he's gotten spectacularly laid.

When Rodney starts singing Macho Man during lunch as he gobbles down his second sloppy joe, Ronon and Teyla start to worry.

"Rodney, are you feeling yourself today?" Teyla asks cautiously.

Managing somehow to continue eating, humming, and tapping his fingers along to his own beat, Rodney gets out a garbled, entirely sincere, "I'm swell!"

"This is not normal," Ronon tells Teyla.

They manage to appease Rodney with baked goods, and sneak off to find Dr. Weir in the library. The three of them confer, give John a call on his new cell phone (which Rodney had insisted upon with incredible persistence: "What if I need you to pick up coffee on the way home? Or, oh, oh, what if I am nearly dead and no one knows how to contact you? Yes, yes, that's what I thought. I like the blue one with the big buttons, there in the middle.") to make sure it really isn't just an insanely determined afterglow, and then confer some more.

"Ronon," Elizabeth says, adjusting her sweater anxiously for the fifth time since she's sat down, "please, if you would."

Ronon nods and disappears out the library doors. A few minutes later, he returns with Rodney slumped unhappily over his shoulder. Teyla comments that at least some of his manic energy has worn off, and Ronon confesses that he actually knocked Rodney out with blunt force.

"He doesn't look well," Elizabeth muses worriedly, ignoring the last with the ease of practice. "He's sweating. Have you checked his temperature?"

John appears out of the stacks fifteen minutes later in an oversized black hoodie, wearing dark shades, gloves, and a neck gator up around his mouth. Even so, his forehead's a little pink with sunburn. He nudges Rodney a few times to wake him up, dodging a grumpy swing like he's done it a hundred times before.

"Hey, buddy," he says.

"You look like a mutant. Take those off," Rodney orders imperiously, and the other three breathe a sigh of relief. But then Rodney adds, "Also, you're kind of spinning. Why are you doing that? Stop it."

"Oh my," Elizabeth murmurs, "this is worse than I thought."

"What could be doing this to him, Dr. Weir?" Teyla asks. "I am not sure I have ever seen such an illness." They look towards Rodney again, brows furrowed with concern, and watch him reach up to twist John's hair into an uneven peak as he hums YMCA. They turn back to each other. "There must be something we can do," Teyla says forcefully.

-

They find the witch by accident.

Ronon stumbles over her murmuring chants to herself and stealing bits of Laura’s hair from a brush, and then accidentally punches her in the stomach. He deposits her on one of the library tables like a sack of very unlucky potatoes. For a few minutes, they all stare at her contemplatively.

“Anyone know where she lives?” John asks.

-

[identity profile] unamaga.livejournal.com 2007-11-03 06:56 am (UTC)(link)

“She – she has always worried so much about my science fair project, and when she saw that mine was going to be a volcano,” Miko blubbers unhappily, “she said I was w-wasting my youth, my brilliance, and took my body.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Ronon says.

-

“I didn’t really sing Macho Man, did I?” Rodney asks fearfully. “I – of course I don’t even know the lyrics to the song, so I couldn’t have possibly sung it. You must have misheard. You were – you were overcome with worry for me and didn’t recognize the tune.”

Teyla looks as though she’s very bravely stifling a smile. “I am sorry, Rodney, but it would have been hard to mishear you. You were very…enthused, I believe is the word.”

Ronon snorts.

“Aw, Rodney,” John pouts mockingly, slinging an arm over Rodney’s shoulders and pulling him close, “you never sing for me. Don’t you love me?”

“No,” Rodney says firmly, although he doesn’t shrug John’s arm off. “No, I do not love you, because I hate you all. I was the magical equivalent of drugged out of my mind!” He crosses his arms over his chest. “You can’t possibly hold this against me. It wasn’t really me.”

John shifts through his hoodie pockets and comes up with his Rodney-approved cell phone. “You wanna bet?” he says, and presses a button.

“It’s fun to stay at the YMCA, it’s fun to stay at the YYYMMMCAAA-AAY –“

Rodney lunges at John with murder in his eyes, but John’s already passed the phone off to Teyla, who very calmly climbs to her feet and makes a run for the library doors.

“They’ve got EV-ER-EE thing for a MAN TO ENJOY –“

When Teyla goes down, one hundred and fifty plus pounds of desperate Slayer knocking her to the floor, Ronon sweeps by and takes the phone, and the chase is on again. Thankfully, the halls are deserted this far after dark, so no one hears Rodney McKay’s screech of denial when Ronon climbs the stairwell like a very limber monkey and gets away.

“I can hang out with alllll my booyysss – that’s you John! – YYYYMMCAAA, it’s fun to stay at the YMCA-AY –“

[identity profile] xanphibian.livejournal.com 2007-11-03 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
that's you John!

*dies* Excellent and awesome. And hysterical. <33333333

[identity profile] raiining.livejournal.com 2007-11-03 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
omg I LOVE YOU! Seriously, this is the best crack AU ever :D Ronon is a slippery monkey and John rules the night. YMCA! Ha!!!

(Rodney as the Slayer is still my Favourite Thing. And wasn't there a buffy ep called Tabula Rasa too?)

[identity profile] saekokato.livejournal.com 2007-11-03 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Love! LOVE! You are so amazingly spectacular and cool and *flails*! So awesome I have run out of words! Thank you!