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How It's Done bythegrrrl2002 (Sheppard/McKay/Sheppard, NC-17)
AGjw;fp8oarijaJWPGjawfi;giawf and you're lucky to get that much coherence. Mensa-verse meets SGA-verse, hooomg.
"Yup. Let me show you." John tugged Rodney over and then his lips were right under Rodney's ear, working their way down, light suction and nuzzling and when Rodney gasped, John chuckled against his skin. "See, he likes it a lot."
"I, um--" Rodney started, but John had already pushed him toward the other John. He stumbled, but the other John caught him. His mouth was a little rougher, his breathing heavy--nervous probably, and his hot breath tickled Rodney's skin as his mouth moved over it.
Love a Sky So Blue and its Redux, both by
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"John Sheppard!" Rodney shrieks, and his voice would have woken the dead had anyone else been able to hear it, "get down from that tree this instant!"
Naturally, John jumps.
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Again with the ajwga;4rpjirr0ao;rji. Plus, there is funny. Winning combination! \o/
"This is my room," said Rodney. He was backed up a little against the door because John was standing too close.
"That was probably the worst blowjob I've ever given anyone, anywhere," John said. He wanted to stand even closer. "I can do better."
Rodney swallowed loudly enough that John could hear the click in his throat. His cheeks and nose were pink; his breathing fast and shallow. It was really amazingly hot.
"I'll probably stroke out," Rodney said. His voice was glum but his eyes were huge and nearly black.
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From: unamaga
Sent: Thu 10/25/07 3:47 AM
To: schneestern
Subject: OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD I JUST HAD A THOUGHT AND IT WOKE ME.
Remember that lovely Joe/John we did where John was watching movies?
Imagine the next night, they're lazing about on the couch after eating dinner, the lights off so the television's the only thing to see by again, and Joe suddenly sits up straighter, making a sound very much like a gasp.
"Oh my god," he says, "you've never - oh my god," and before John can ask what, what? and start to get paranoid, Joe's scrambling out from under him and pulling up a fake bottom on the tape rack. He gets a video in hand, pops the one out that they were in the middle of - despite John's protests - and sticks the new one in.
"You're going to die," Joe promises, and he's got an unholy glint to his eyes that John's not sure he likes. He sits back anyway, draping his arm over the couch invitingly, and watches the screen.
The typical white snow at the beginning of the tape cuts off abruptly, and then there's Rodney - Rodney, looking ten years younger with his hair all slicked back against his skull and wearing a World War II period outfit. John shifts a little, breath catching in his throat.
It seems Joe's had this particular scene cut out from the rest of the movie, because there are a few things that don't exactly make sense, but John doesn't really blame him - especially not when the guy sharing a drink with Rodney steps in to kiss him and Rodney only hesitates a second before sliding his tentative hand up the guy's arm and kissing back with his whole body.
The kissing can't last more than half a minute, but Joe has the volume up and John's achingly hard so quickly his head spins. He can see Rodney's mouth, hear the wet cling of his lips, watch the way he lets the other guy lead just a little bit, tipping his head and taking cues so effortlessly John's fingers twitch to be threading through that short hair and pushing the other guy out of the way (mine, mine, not yours).
And, wow, okay. That was unexpected. Last memo he'd gotten, Rodney was his best buddy and they barely even shared casual touches - a pat on the arm when one of them was under the influence of pheromones or good cheer, a hand on a shoulder to give the other a sense that they weren't alone, but only once in a while. He can't imagine touching Rodney like, like that.
Except apparently he can, and he has, and he still is right that very moment: thinking about what it might be like to have the hard line of Rodney's erection pressed hotly against his thigh, the kind of noises he might be able to coax out of that full mouth.
When he shakes himself out of his stupor, Joe's grinning at him from across the coffee table, his finger on the rewind button. "Learn something new every day, huh."
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there'll be more of this, right? RIGHT?
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hi baby hi!
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yes please
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Now, if only I had more icon slots. Le sigh.
Admiring hugs,
H.
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You are AWESOME. And I need to go watch that video again right NOW.
(also, thank you for reccing my GPFG fic, especially since I don't think it's very much read and kind of a little darker than I usually do, sadly, but my John and Rodney seem to need sunshine and smoochies and inevitable happy endings and cats, so thank you very very much and umI'mgoingtofriendyounow, becauseyay.)
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*beats you to the friend button!*
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Found my way over here from
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