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GUYS. YOU GUYS. GUESS WHAT.
In exactly 365 days, George W Bush will be out of the White House forever. In honor of this momentous occasion (no more Dick Cheney! no more edumacation! no more socially unacceptable shoulder massages!), let us look back on the last few years and remember some of the good times that we've shared.
Watch this space for entirely self-indulgent fic in which John Sheppard is President of the United States of America. No, I'm not joking.
Yes, but what are your thoughts on yaoi?
"I can press when there needs to be pressed; I can hold hands when there needs to be -- hold hands." --George W. Bush, on how he can contribute to the Middle East peace process, Washington, D.C., Jan. 4, 2008
"I don't particularly like it when people put words in my mouth, either, by the way, unless I say it." --George W. Bush, Crawford, Texas, Nov. 10, 2007
"The best way to defeat the totalitarian of hate is with an ideology of hope -- an ideology of hate -- excuse me --with an ideology of hope." --George W. Bush, Fort Benning, Ga., Jan. 11, 2007
"Natural gas is hemispheric. I like to call it hemispheric in nature because it is a product that we can find in our neighborhoods." --George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Dec. 20, 2000
"There's an old saying in Tennessee — I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again." —George W. Bush, Nashville, Tenn., Sept. 17, 2002
"If this were a dictatorship, it'd be a heck of a lot easier, just so long as I'm the dictator." --George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Dec. 19, 2000
"There's only one person who hugs the mothers and the widows, the wives and the kids upon the death of their loved one. Others hug but having committed the troops, I've got an additional responsibility to hug and that's me and I know what it's like." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Dec. 11, 2002.
"And my concern, David, is several." --George W. Bush, to NBC's David Gregory, Washington, D.C., April 3, 2007
"Wow! Brazil is big." --George W. Bush, after being shown a map of Brazil by Brazilian president Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva, Brasilia, Brazil, Nov. 6, 2005
"I like the idea of people running for office. There's a positive effect when you run for office. Maybe some will run for office and say, vote for me, I look forward to blowing up America. I don't know, I don't know if that will be their platform or not. But it's -- I don't think so. I think people who generally run for office say, vote for me, I'm looking forward to fixing your potholes, or making sure you got bread on the table." --George W. Bush, on elections in the Middle East, Washington, D.C., March 16, 2005
"I'm the master of low expectations." —George W. Bush, aboard Air Force One, June 4, 2003
"Let me tell you my thoughts about tax relief. When your economy is kind of ooching along, it's important to let people have more of their own money." —George W. Bush, Boston, Oct. 4, 2002
Stephen Colbert roasting President Bush
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Watch this space for entirely self-indulgent fic in which John Sheppard is President of the United States of America. No, I'm not joking.
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“Chief of Staff McKay to the President’s Office. Rodney McKay to my office,” came over the intercom.
Rodney snarled and shoved away from his computer. This was not the time to be interrupting him and John very well knew it. How the man kept the nation running he had no idea. Oh, wait, yes he did. Rodney kept it running.
Rodney marched into the President’s office, slamming the door open.
“What is it this time, sir.?”
“Shut the door.”
“You do realize that I’m right next door. There’s no need to use that stupid intercom you insisted you must have. And you know I’m working on the treaty you ke—“
“Rodney. Shut the door.” Rodney stopped talking at the command and finally took a good look at John. Who was leaning against the front of his desk, tie loosened, jacket off, hair crazier than usual. And his eyes were molten.
Rodney’s breath lodged in his throat and he quickly shut the door.
“Come here.” A finger beckoned. Rodney made his way to John, loosening his tie as he went. No matter how many times they did this, no matter the location, Rodney never tired of it.
With a final leap, Rodney crashed his lips onto John’s with a slight click of teeth, both men already hungry. Hands leapt to reach skin, scrabbling on button and buckles. Rodney bit back a moan as John latched onto the juncture of his neck. He trembled as hands swept across skin to knead his ass. And was startled from his euphoria when John flipped him around to bend him over the desk. THE desk.
“John!” Rodney squawked. “W-wait, we can’t do this over this desk! This is the desk! Think of the number of great men who’ve sat here, who’ve—” Rodney broke off with a groan. John was grinding his hips into Rodney’s, erection sliding along Rodney’s crease with Rodney’s own erection trapped against the desk. He tried to restart his train of thought. “T-the paper work...” and with a wail gave up all resistance as John wrapped a warm, calloused hand around him.
“I’m going to fuck you hard into the desk, Rodney. So hard you won’t sit for a week,” John rasped in his ear. Rodney whimpered, head braced on his arms, legs spread. He could feel the brush of cloth oh his bare skin where John laid, arousing him beyond belief to know John still wore clothing while he did not.
He cried out as John shoved in with no preparation and immediately started pumping his hips. Thankfully Rodney was still a little loose from their morning activities. But the pain only spiked the pleasure.
Rodney listened to John’s faltering breath before all senses turned white with one twist of John’s hips.
“Oh god,” he moaned and enthusiastically joined in. John’s fingers spasmed against Rodney’s hips once before moving them: one to grasp Rodney’s erection, the other to his clenched fist. It was the joined hands that was Rodney’s undoing. With a muffled shout he spilled into John’s hand. A few erratic thrusts later John came as well.
They laid there across the desk, John’s body a welcome weight. John finally picked himself up and Rodney flipped himself around, ready to voice his usual grumble when his breath caught all over again.
The sunlight streamed in the floor to ceiling windows, bringing out shades of red in John’s birdnest hair. It highlighted the high cheekbones, the planes of his chest framed by his undone tie, the single piece of clothing on John’s body. John’s lips were swollen and bruised, and he was staring at Rodney with his head cocked. It struck Rodney all over again that even though John is intense, his presence filling up more room than he actually does, he’s Rodney’s. And it made Rodney fall in love all over again.