Because I miss John and Rodney already...

[thegrrrl2002]

I love the lighting in this pic, Rodney just looks luscious and lovely and very very nibbleable.


Yes John, I'd nibble on you too. No need to sulk.


Speaking of interesting lighting, John looks...odd here. Intriguingly so.


John should play with his guns in Rodney's presence all the the time. I'm just sayin'.


Or just make cute little faces at Rodney. He does it so well.


He looks a tad undone here, doesn't he?


Not the best quality pic, but I am rather fond of how John's holster straps cling lovingly to his thigh. There needs to be more fic about John's oh-so-shapely thighs.


Aw, Rodney.


Nnngh. Pretty.


John finds himself suddenly, inexplicably turned on by Rodney's exuberant hair.


Along with the curve of Rodney's neck. He wonders just how sensitive Rodney is right there.


John flirts as hard as he can, but Rodney doesn't notice.


So sad!!


But of course Rodney notices. He's just being a smarty-pants about it.

[screencaps either my own or courtesy of ariane179254

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[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

I'd have commented sooner, but I was busy staring at the inside of John's thigh, with the straps and the curviness.

Rodney didn't expect them to be so curvy. He thought they'd be kind of thin, when he thought about them all, but in truth he'd never really gotten that far. Usually his imagination had gotten hijacked by the things above John's thighs.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

But now, with John clad only in his boxers as he unfolds the ceremonial robes, Rodney can't stop staring, and he really does need to stop before John notices. But then John drops the sash, and as he bends down to pick it, his legs muscles flex and move and it's utterly captivating--even more so when John crouches and the thin fabric of his boxers is drawn tight against his ass.

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

Rodney needs to stop looking, because John is going to turn around any second. John will know that Rodney has been looking because the evidence is getting harder to hide by the second, and John needs to stop looking like, well, John if he doesn't want people to stare.

"You gonna change?" John asks, turning around.

"Robes," Rodney says, holding his up. "Right here. I'll just, um--" He pointed at the bed a few feet away, the bed where he and John would be sleeping in a few hours.

Oh, god, he is so screwed.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

"You'll just what?" John asks, forehead crinkling. He slips one arm into the robe then pauses, waiting for Rodney's response. The robe swirls around one thigh, leaving the other bare.

"I'll--" Rodney takes a breath and drags his eyes up and away from John's thighs and then finds himself staring at John's nipples and the dog tags dangling between them. "Getting changed. Right now." He resolutely turns away from John.

"Do you think we should take our underwear off?"

"No," Rodney blurts out, spinning back to face John. "Um, no. I don't think so."

"I don't know, maybe we're supposed to." John is wearing the robe now, but it's unfastened in the front and he's peering down at his boxers.

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, you are so evil. ::giggles::

"No," Rodney says hastily. "No. We should leave them on, because what will happen if, you know--"

"I know what?"

"There won't be anything containing, you know--"

"My dick?" John asks, frowning. "I think it can survive being uncontained for a while."

John's dick might survive, but Rodney isn't sure he will.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

"The underwear stays on," Rodney insists. "I mean, come on, it's a tea ceremony. What if it spills? We'll need the protection. From the hot tea."

John hesitates, one thumb hooked into the waistband of his boxers. "I don't think spilling is part of the ceremony."

"Fine. Fine. You do what you want. My underwear is staying on." Turning his back to John, Rodney slips his shirt off and puts the robe on before unfastening his pants and tugging them off. "I prefer to remain contained."

When he turns back around, John's robe is neatly tied shut, sash wound around his waist and knotted by his hip. And in his hand are a pair of blue striped boxers. .

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

"You--" Rodney starts then clamps his mouth shut.

John grins at him; its mischievous and a little too knowing.

"Fine," Rodney snaps. "When your tea spills and your dick gets burned, don't come whining to me."

"I won't," John says with a nod, still looking annoyingly amused.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

He tosses his boxers on the bed. "Come on, Teyla's waiting for us."

Rodney hurries to tie his robe shut, fingers awkward and clumsy. "I feel ridiculous," he says, tugging the creamy white fabric into place. "Although, at least I'm contained."

A sidelong glance at John, and Rodney swears he can see a shadow of dark pubic hair just below the sash but that's crazy, the fabric is thick and heavy but John's dick is right there, probably resting against the cloth--

"Damn it," Rodney says, his sash twisting as he tries to wrap it around his waist. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

"It holds your robe closed," John says, walking toward him. Reaching around behind Rodney, John took hold of the sash. He was so close that all Rodney would have to do to touch his chest to John's was take a deep breath.

John smooths the sash with his fingers, moving them from Rodney's back along Rodney's sides.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

"I know that, I just--just couldn't--" Rodney gives up, the words won't come, god, he barely has any air at all in his lungs as John's hands slide around his waist.

"You need to tie it, like this," John says in a tone that could be considered downright sultry. As he knots the fabric he gives it a firm tug, pulling Rodney closer. "Don't want it to slip."