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I am fifteen different kinds of bored. I've cleaned my room, changed my sheets, stolen a lamp from the computer room to put on my new desk and done the wiring, wrapped ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
immoralilly's birthday present, put laundry in, and showered - it's only noon. This is not normal! Usually I'm just beginning to contemplate getting out of bed!
Anyway. I think I've asked this before, but: is anyone from around the New York or Long Island-ish area?cid2065's coming on the 17th, and I think he might have plans for us, but that excitement's still over a week off. Ahhg, I miss my fangirls. :c
immoralilly's birthday present, put laundry in, and showered - it's only noon. This is not normal! Usually I'm just beginning to contemplate getting out of bed!Anyway. I think I've asked this before, but: is anyone from around the New York or Long Island-ish area?
cid2065's coming on the 17th, and I think he might have plans for us, but that excitement's still over a week off. Ahhg, I miss my fangirls. :c
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Furthermore I think the line Then John falls off a cliff. should appear in every SGA fic forever and ever from now on.
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Rodney stomps down a corridor in Atlantis, grumbling quietly under his breath, intent on just getting to his quarters, where no morons will annoy him.
He rounds a corner and stops dead in his tracks.
There at the end of the corridor, right in front of the door to his quarters is John, leaning against a wall, jerking off for all the world to see. It's really quite a fetching sight and Rodney completely forgets what he was angry about. Probably Zelenka or not getting any meat for lunch or something.
Maybe he makes a noise, maybe it's the pile of hastily scribbled down notes falling to the floor or maybe John just senses he's there. Either way he looks up, hand still easily working his cock - his beautiful, thick cock - and he smirks at Rodney.
"Got bored waiting for you," he says and Rodney's sprinting down the corridor so fast it almost feels like he's breaking some laws of physics.
"You could have told me you were waiting," he gets out breathlessly as he sinks to the floor in front of John, pushing John's hand away and licking the precome from the head of his cock.
"More fun this way," John sighs happily as Rodney swallows him down, sucks him off hot and fast.
"Besides," John says, voice rough and excited, "I've always wanted to have sex in public."
Rodney's eyes go wide as he flushes bright red, realizing what they must look like; Rodney on his knees, John fucking his mouth, right here, like they were too desperate to get to Rodney's quarters in time, like they needed it too much. He hopes no one can see and hopes that someone does at the same time.
"Yeah," John gasps like he read Rodney's thoughts and it's all the warning he can give before he comes hard, shuddering brush of his dick over Rodney's bottom lip.
Rodney swallows John's come down, wide eyes on John's face, achingly hard in his pants, kneeling on the cold floor. Faintly he wonders why he was angry earlier, he can't remember for the life of him.
John makes a small content noise in the back of his throat when his breathing finally calms down again. He pulls Rodney up to him, gives him a sloppy kiss that tastes like adventure and John's come.
"Now, how about I fuck you, McKay?"
"What, here?!" Rodney gets even harder at the thought, heart beating hard in chest.
"Well, I was thinking more of your quarters but if you wanna stay out here..."
Instead of answering Rodney kisses the smirk off of John's face and fumbles his fly open.
Really, not a bad day after all.
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cool.
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Not to mention, why on Earth don't I have you friended? I read your journal *all the time*, and love your writing, and god, I'm like the worst lurker ever. Sometimes it takes me over a year to friend people.
*remedies*
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And EEEE! You make me all blush-y and stuff. It makes me happy if people like the crack I commit. Like, you know, people besides
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