Reposted, with link directly to vid:
The lovely and talented
svendra made me a vid for my birthday! Gosh, I'm hauling in the good stuff, aren't I? It's John/Rodney, being just SO John/Rodney. It's brilliant! Go and check it out!
"Hi."
"Hi." John stuck his hands in his pockets and slouched. He was cool that way, even though Rodney was standing in his doorway with his fancy blue shirt on.
"Can I, uh," Rodney pointed to the inside of John's room. "Come in?"
"Sure." John said, shrugging. He didn't care either way, Rodney could come in and look pretty, he could stand in the hallway like that, it didn't matter one bit to John.
He stepped aside and Rodney brushed past him. John caught a faint whiff of something--cologne, maybe--with a hint of spice and it suited Rodney well. He was freshly shaven, too, cheeks pink and smooth--obviously Rodney had a date later.
Well, good for him.
John strode over to his bed and flopped down, picking up his book because hey, he was reading, he had plenty of things to do while Rodney dated. "What's up?"
"Did you know that some people think that we're an item?" Rodney asked, hands on his hips, looking at John as if it were all somehow his fault.
John gave a little laugh, his fingers tightening on the book. "Sure they do, Rodney."
"No, no, really, they do." Rodney came over and sat beside him. "They think we're, you know--obvious."
Manfully ignoring the warm thigh pressed against his, John said, "The only thing that's obvious is that some people have an overactive imagination."
"Right. Of course." Rodney nodded.
Rodney's top two buttons were unbuttoned, exposing golden brown chest hairs that John was also manfully ignoring.
"Because you and me," Rodney said, "that's ridiculous, we're not even--well, at least you're not--" Brows raised, he shot a questioning look at John and with the shirt and the exposed throat and the blue eyes to match it was all very pretty and appealing and Rodney smelled good and John found himself saying:
"I might be."
Rodney stared at him.
John gave a little shrug.
"Oh." Rodney was still staring.
John understood that it was hard for some people to believe that a macho guy like himself would swing the other way--swing both ways, even though Rodney's way was certainly the way he preferred.
"Don't worry," he said, patting Rodney's knee as he tucked his regret deep down inside where no one could see it. "Your virtue is safe with me."
John wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but suddenly his book was hitting the floor with a thud and he was flat on his back, Rodney's mouth fitting perfectly over his in fierce, sizzling kiss. Rodney tasted as good as he smelled, and certainly as good as he looked. John simply hung on and kissed him back and damn, Rodney could kiss like nobody's business.
When Rodney moved to nibble and suck on the side of his neck, sliding a hand under John's shirt and onto his belly, John moaned and squirmed, then found his voice and asked, "Wait, don't you have a date tonight?"
Rodney nipped John's neck, hard. "Yes, you big dope."
John was cool, and macho, but he was also very, very smart. "Oh," he said, and got to work unbuttoning Rodney's pretty blue shirt so he could play with Rodney's pretty body beneath.
The lovely and talented
"Hi."
"Hi." John stuck his hands in his pockets and slouched. He was cool that way, even though Rodney was standing in his doorway with his fancy blue shirt on.
"Can I, uh," Rodney pointed to the inside of John's room. "Come in?"
"Sure." John said, shrugging. He didn't care either way, Rodney could come in and look pretty, he could stand in the hallway like that, it didn't matter one bit to John.
He stepped aside and Rodney brushed past him. John caught a faint whiff of something--cologne, maybe--with a hint of spice and it suited Rodney well. He was freshly shaven, too, cheeks pink and smooth--obviously Rodney had a date later.
Well, good for him.
John strode over to his bed and flopped down, picking up his book because hey, he was reading, he had plenty of things to do while Rodney dated. "What's up?"
"Did you know that some people think that we're an item?" Rodney asked, hands on his hips, looking at John as if it were all somehow his fault.
John gave a little laugh, his fingers tightening on the book. "Sure they do, Rodney."
"No, no, really, they do." Rodney came over and sat beside him. "They think we're, you know--obvious."
Manfully ignoring the warm thigh pressed against his, John said, "The only thing that's obvious is that some people have an overactive imagination."
"Right. Of course." Rodney nodded.
Rodney's top two buttons were unbuttoned, exposing golden brown chest hairs that John was also manfully ignoring.
"Because you and me," Rodney said, "that's ridiculous, we're not even--well, at least you're not--" Brows raised, he shot a questioning look at John and with the shirt and the exposed throat and the blue eyes to match it was all very pretty and appealing and Rodney smelled good and John found himself saying:
"I might be."
Rodney stared at him.
John gave a little shrug.
"Oh." Rodney was still staring.
John understood that it was hard for some people to believe that a macho guy like himself would swing the other way--swing both ways, even though Rodney's way was certainly the way he preferred.
"Don't worry," he said, patting Rodney's knee as he tucked his regret deep down inside where no one could see it. "Your virtue is safe with me."
John wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but suddenly his book was hitting the floor with a thud and he was flat on his back, Rodney's mouth fitting perfectly over his in fierce, sizzling kiss. Rodney tasted as good as he smelled, and certainly as good as he looked. John simply hung on and kissed him back and damn, Rodney could kiss like nobody's business.
When Rodney moved to nibble and suck on the side of his neck, sliding a hand under John's shirt and onto his belly, John moaned and squirmed, then found his voice and asked, "Wait, don't you have a date tonight?"
Rodney nipped John's neck, hard. "Yes, you big dope."
John was cool, and macho, but he was also very, very smart. "Oh," he said, and got to work unbuttoning Rodney's pretty blue shirt so he could play with Rodney's pretty body beneath.
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Date: 2007-03-10 07:25 pm (UTC)WP
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Date: 2007-03-10 07:48 pm (UTC)Dance, Joe! Dance for me!!
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Date: 2007-03-10 07:48 pm (UTC)And the vid just slays me.John is too cute for words. And very smitten.
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Date: 2007-03-10 07:57 pm (UTC)WP
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Date: 2007-03-10 08:00 pm (UTC)ah, you've made me smile. thank you.
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Date: 2007-03-10 09:33 pm (UTC)And I have yet to get my hands on some cake, so I feel a bit like John in your icon. *g*
Glad you enjoyed the silly ficlet! That vid was as cute as TWO buckets of kittens. Hee!
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Date: 2007-03-10 09:34 pm (UTC)I love it that John tries so hard to not care but he really does and good old Rodney just goes for it.
Cute - thanks for sharing :D
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Date: 2007-03-10 09:50 pm (UTC)Oh, John, I love you THIS MUCH. :) This was a perfect compliment to a fabulous vid! Yay for your birthday!
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Date: 2007-03-10 10:56 pm (UTC)Happy Belated Birthday!
Simply wonderful in every way. Thank you!
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Date: 2007-03-11 03:05 am (UTC)It all just makes me very happy;)
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Date: 2007-03-11 04:10 am (UTC)I love John here--so so clueless and dorky on the inside, thinking he's actually cool and macho on the outside.
Your birthday is just a gift of happiness that keeps on giving :)
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Date: 2007-03-11 04:32 am (UTC)