Monday...

[thegrrrl2002]

It's Monday. Which is not very yay.

In other news, I have dipped a toe into another fandom and wrote a bit of Without A Trace porn: Like Sunshine. I discovered the show about a month ago (what? I'm always behind the times) and really needed to write some Danny/Martin. I actually started watching it because I've adored Anthony LaPaglia for ages. He's utterly fabulous. I don't want to slash him, though. I'm just gonna keep him for myself.

I feel like playing with John and Rodney today. Prompts, anyone? I'm in a ficlet-y mood.

Comments

[dogeared.livejournal.com]

Boys and car and dusty jeans! :>

Ficlet idea

[sonia6349.livejournal.com]

I watched "Casablanca" for the first time on Saturday (talk about behind the times *lol*) How about the boys watch it together and argue about the meaning of the ending? Of course, they settle the argument with a good round of hot, steamy...cuddling with a major cameo for Rodney's belly.What do you think?

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Yay!!!

Re: Ficlet idea

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

::nods:: Rodney-belly is always a beautiful thing. *g*

[shetiger.livejournal.com]

Knowing smiles. :D

(*drive by smooches*)

[melagan.livejournal.com]

Something with ice cream. What? You're in a ficlet mood and I'm in a licking mood ;)

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Um. How about intoxicated!John who is amorous and noble!Rodney who tries desperately to resist him but ultimately cannot because of John's extreme hotness. Then they have hot sex!

Please. :)

Yes, it's cliche. But it's one of my favorite cliches!

[trobadora]

It's cold here, all of a sudden. A ficlet would be great to warm me up! Huddling together for warmth? :D

[sp23.livejournal.com]

When are you not in a licking mood? LOL

[reginagiraffe]

I second this!

[libra-traveller.livejournal.com]

How about going off of amberlynne's and instead having an intoxicated John who tries to seduce Rodney, Rodney really wants John but resists for the sake of their friendship in the morning. But the next day, John realizing where his feelings truly lay becomes upset because he thinks Rodney doesn't like him. So Rodney has to convince him that's not true. Still a cliche but I like it better that their first time be when John's actually sober.

[pennyplainknits.livejournal.com]

It's really autumnal today- how about something with bonfires and marshmallows and turning leaves? And Rodney's fleece (for it is the fleece of love)

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

Uh. Any of the above, but with added dildos? *coughs*

::smooches back::

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

"For god's sake," Rodney said. "What are you doing?"

John paused as he adjusted the strap. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I don't know." Rodney glanced around the empty lab. "Being annoying?"

"I'm being annoying?" John frowned as he moved the holster over an inch, then put his foot up on the stool and tugged at the strap again.

As if Rodney needed a better view of John's thigh and the black straps encircling it. "Yes, you. With the--the fidgeting." His voice had gone embarrassingly high-pitched.

John paused, leaning forward on his raised leg like was doing some kind of leg stretching lunge-like move and really, it was very very pretty. "I'm not fidgeting, McKay. My strap keeps slipping."

"Of course," Rodney said. He couldn't think of anything else to say, because, well--thigh.

John pulled the strap free of the buckle. "I think the buckle is broken."

Rodney nodded mutely.

John cocked his head to one side, then grinned.

"What?" Rodney demanded.

"Want to check it out?" John asked in a low voice.

"No." Rodney's face grew warm. "Stop with the smiling, okay?"

John wagged his brow. "Fix my strap and I'll fix yours." His smile grew even broader.

"Oh, what, you think I have some kind of perverted thigh strap obsession and that having a gun strapped to your thigh makes me hot?"

John nodded.

Rodney sighed. "Well, you're right."

In a flash his hands were sliding over John's thigh, under and around and over the straps and then it was his turn to smile as John moaned and grabbed his shoulders and sure, maybe he did have a thing for the thigh and the holster but he knew John had a thing for his hands and really, it was a win all around.

Re: ::smooches back::

[melagan.livejournal.com]

"Oh, what, you think I have some kind of perverted thigh strap obsession and that having a gun strapped to your thigh makes me hot?"

Oh hell yes!!!

[inthekeyofd.livejournal.com]

prompt..oh this is too good to pass up..but please feel free to pass on it, it's a hard one..

John is wearing a black turtleneck sweater..and Rodney really REALLY likes the way he looks in it.

Re: ::smooches back::

[bluespirit-star.livejournal.com]

Please see icon. *g*

[reedfem.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm... my back hurts. Distract me?

[ladyoflisquill.livejournal.com]

Turtleneck ::grin::

Do with that what you will.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

"Whole lot of sky out there." John leaned against the car, folded his arms against his chest and stared up at the heavens.

"Whole lot of nothing right here," Rodney answered, squinting out at the endless desert. "Please don't tell me we're lost."

"Nah." John shook his head. "The hotel is about an hour down the road. Maybe two." He dug his heel into the dirt.

"Okay." Rodney wiped the dust from his jeans, then immediately regretted it as the dirt stuck to his sweaty palms. "Uh, not that it isn't a lovely view and all, but it's a million degrees out so we can get back into the nice air-conditioned car now?"

"Sure. Go ahead." John didn't move.

Rodney sighed, then walked around the front of the car and leaned against it, beside John. He tried staring up where John was staring, but all he saw was blue sky.

"A million degrees?" John asked after a minute.

Rodney shrugged. "A million, a hundred and two, something like that."

"Ah. I see. So they're pretty much the same thing."

"Hello--hyperbole?" Rodney turned to find John watching him with a curious twist to his lips. "Why are we here instead of heading towards our rendezvous?"

"Because."

Rodney found the patience to wait, watching as John sorted through whatever words he was trying to find. Watching John was no hardship--it never was, especially now, with John in his worn-out jeans and tee-shirt, ruffled and mussed and Rodney wanted to lean in and lick the sweat from his neck.

"Because," John said again. "Because everyone will be there. It's just you and me right here. Being us."

So earnest, and Rodney could only nod in response.

Hooking a finger through Rodney's belt loop, John tugged him closer. "I wanted to kiss you out in the open for a change," John said softly. "In the sunlight."

Rodney blinked. "I'm good with that."

John smelled like dirt and sweat and motor oil and he kissed Rodney sweetly, hands slipping under Rodney's shirt. And suddenly Rodney was okay with the heat and the sun and the dust and with the hotel being an hour away because John was warm and solid and real and, for the moment, his and his alone.

[dogeared.livejournal.com]

Oh oh oh oh OH, "Whole lot of sky out there," and kissing Rodney right there for the sky and anyone to see! Oh my HEART! Oh it's perfect. ♥!

[tex.livejournal.com]

Oh, my, that's a perfect compliment to those yummy pictures. Just John and Rodney and the heat and the sky and each other. Gorgeous.

"Whole lot of sky out there."

Bwahaha. That's such a John thing to say! I love it.

Re: ::smooches back::

[tex.livejournal.com]

Eeee, thigh holster! I think we all have a thing for the thigh holster.

[tex.livejournal.com]

How about something completely different, like flirty, teasing Rodney?

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

"I wanted to kiss you out in the open for a change," John said softly. "In the sunlight."

OH MY HEART! *melts into a puddle of awwwwwww* That's just so lovely. ♥