A Deeply Profound Post-Hive Fic
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Inadequacies
A Post-Hive Ficlet
"Oh, oh god yes," Rodney gasped, legs splayed over John's lap. Twisting his hips, he shoved down sharply onto John's cock. "Please John--oh, this is so good, really, really good."
John hooked an arm under Rodney's knee and lifted, positioning Rodney so that he could thrust hard and fast. He did something breathtaking with his hand, tightening it as he stroked up over the head of Rodney's cock.
Rodney yelped and grabbed at the sheets, his own hands seeking purchase as his shoulders curled up off the bed. Fuck, it was good, so good, too damn good to last. A rush of pleasure, body straining and shaking and thank *god*, he was coming, room spinning as the warmth spattered against his stomach. He let out a long, loud moan before falling back, body completely and utterly spent. Closing his eyes, he floated dizzily, only distantly aware of John groaning and clutching his legs as he came.
Afterward, John held still, body trembling against Rodney's thighs. "Whoa," he finally murmured.
Rodney snorted, opening his eyes and grounded himself with John's bemused expression. "Whoa is right." Reaching an arm around John's damp shoulder, Rodney pulled him down into a kiss.
John pressed his forehead to Rodney's cheek, shuddering as his cock slid out. "So, it was good?"
"Huh?" Rodney frowned with what little strength he had left. "That was our second round of oh-my-god-you're-not-dead sex. Of course it was good."
John nodded, looking unconvinced. With a sigh, he eased down onto the bed and kissed Rodney's shoulder.
"Which, by the way, we have far too much of," Rodney added, tightening his grip around John's shoulder. "Can you please not do that anymore?"
"But it's so much fun." John nuzzled his way up to Rodney's neck. "And by the way, Carson finally told me how much enzyme you had injected yourself with. Could you please not do that again?"
"Gladly. Just don't make me have to keep trying to rescue you. I did not enjoy nearly dying of enzyme withdrawal." Rodney said. "I don't think I've fully recovered yet."
"Does that mean round three is out?" John licked his ear.
"Mmmm." Rodney stretched his stiff legs, then ran his hand down John's deliciously long, lean back. "Maybe after a nap?"
John raised his head and smiled. "Okay."
"And since I'm still feeling a bit weak from the almost-dying thing," Rodney added, "Do you think you could possibly go and get me a towel?"
"Sure." John nodded and slid off the bed. Then he hesitated, turning back to Rodney. "Was it really good?"
Rodney frowned. "What?"
"The sex. Me being inside of you."
"What is with you?" Rodney asked in disbelief. Very weird--John was the last person he'd ever expect to come up with feelings of inadequacy. Rodney pointed to the come dripping off his stomach. "Where do you think this came from?"
"Right. Good point." John disappeared into the bathroom.
Rodney leaned back onto the pillow, closing his eyes. He wondered what the Wraith had done to John, to bring out this strange, unJohn-like behavior.
A long moment later he opened his eyes to find John, towel in hand, standing in front of the mirror on his closet door. He was brushing a hand over his head, gazing thoughtfully at his perpetually-unkempt hair.
"If you don't get back here with that towel," Rodney called out, "you're napping in the wet spot."
John looked at him through the reflection in the mirror. "What do you think of Ronon's hair?"
Rodney blinked, confused. Clearly, John had been more traumatized than he had admitted to during his time on the Wraith ship. "Ronon's hair is very nice," he said in his most gentle tone. "Now come back to bed, John."
John took one last look in the mirror, then returned to the bed, handing Rodney the towel. "Think I should grow my hair longer?"
Rodney paused in the wiping of his stomach. "Don't you have some regulations against that?"
"Yeah." John flopped down on his back. "But Ronon--" he stopped, rubbing his head again.
"What about Ronon?"
"He hides *knives* in his hair."
"Really?" One last swipe, and Rodney tossed the towel on the floor. He settled back in, curling up around John's warm body. "I didn't know that. "
"Me, neither."
"Cool." Rodney thought about it. Very impressive, actually.
"It is, isn't it?" John said mournfully. "His hair is totally cool."
Suddenly Rodney got it. "John," he said, propping himself up to look into John's hooded eyes. "Your hair is very cool, too. Rakish, remember?"
"I can't hide weapons in it."
"Let's see." Rodney examined the dark, chaotic mess, running his fingers through it, pushing thick strands one way, then the other. "No, not really. Not much room in there."
"I was thinking maybe a little C4?"
"Only if you use it as a styling product." When John's eyes widened hopefully, Rodney added, "and I would not recommend doing that."
John's face fell. "I suppose you're right."
Rodney patted his chest, then laid back down, head resting on John's shoulder. "Of course I'm right."
They lay quietly, John reaching for Rodney's hand, his fingers skimming lightly over Rodney's knuckles. "He had knives everywhere," John finally said.
"John, seriously? I don't think dreads would be a good look for you."
"Hair's too straight for it," John agreed, obviously having had given it some thought.
"Listen, despite the lack of weaponry-concealing hair, you're very hot," Rodney said, trying not to smile. "In an extremely manly kind of way."
John rolled toward him, lifting Rodney's chin for a kiss, but Rodney stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Not only that, but you're the one sleeping with the most brilliant man on the base."
"Zelenka?" John frowned. "Rodney, I'm not sleeping with Zelenka."
"What?" With a growl, Rodney rolled on top, pushing a laughing John into the mattress and kissing him--well, okay more like biting than kissing, but John only hung onto to Rodney and laughed harder.
mmmchelle for it, because it was all her idea. ::smooches chelle::Inadequacies
A Post-Hive Ficlet
"Oh, oh god yes," Rodney gasped, legs splayed over John's lap. Twisting his hips, he shoved down sharply onto John's cock. "Please John--oh, this is so good, really, really good."
John hooked an arm under Rodney's knee and lifted, positioning Rodney so that he could thrust hard and fast. He did something breathtaking with his hand, tightening it as he stroked up over the head of Rodney's cock.
Rodney yelped and grabbed at the sheets, his own hands seeking purchase as his shoulders curled up off the bed. Fuck, it was good, so good, too damn good to last. A rush of pleasure, body straining and shaking and thank *god*, he was coming, room spinning as the warmth spattered against his stomach. He let out a long, loud moan before falling back, body completely and utterly spent. Closing his eyes, he floated dizzily, only distantly aware of John groaning and clutching his legs as he came.
Afterward, John held still, body trembling against Rodney's thighs. "Whoa," he finally murmured.
Rodney snorted, opening his eyes and grounded himself with John's bemused expression. "Whoa is right." Reaching an arm around John's damp shoulder, Rodney pulled him down into a kiss.
John pressed his forehead to Rodney's cheek, shuddering as his cock slid out. "So, it was good?"
"Huh?" Rodney frowned with what little strength he had left. "That was our second round of oh-my-god-you're-not-dead sex. Of course it was good."
John nodded, looking unconvinced. With a sigh, he eased down onto the bed and kissed Rodney's shoulder.
"Which, by the way, we have far too much of," Rodney added, tightening his grip around John's shoulder. "Can you please not do that anymore?"
"But it's so much fun." John nuzzled his way up to Rodney's neck. "And by the way, Carson finally told me how much enzyme you had injected yourself with. Could you please not do that again?"
"Gladly. Just don't make me have to keep trying to rescue you. I did not enjoy nearly dying of enzyme withdrawal." Rodney said. "I don't think I've fully recovered yet."
"Does that mean round three is out?" John licked his ear.
"Mmmm." Rodney stretched his stiff legs, then ran his hand down John's deliciously long, lean back. "Maybe after a nap?"
John raised his head and smiled. "Okay."
"And since I'm still feeling a bit weak from the almost-dying thing," Rodney added, "Do you think you could possibly go and get me a towel?"
"Sure." John nodded and slid off the bed. Then he hesitated, turning back to Rodney. "Was it really good?"
Rodney frowned. "What?"
"The sex. Me being inside of you."
"What is with you?" Rodney asked in disbelief. Very weird--John was the last person he'd ever expect to come up with feelings of inadequacy. Rodney pointed to the come dripping off his stomach. "Where do you think this came from?"
"Right. Good point." John disappeared into the bathroom.
Rodney leaned back onto the pillow, closing his eyes. He wondered what the Wraith had done to John, to bring out this strange, unJohn-like behavior.
A long moment later he opened his eyes to find John, towel in hand, standing in front of the mirror on his closet door. He was brushing a hand over his head, gazing thoughtfully at his perpetually-unkempt hair.
"If you don't get back here with that towel," Rodney called out, "you're napping in the wet spot."
John looked at him through the reflection in the mirror. "What do you think of Ronon's hair?"
Rodney blinked, confused. Clearly, John had been more traumatized than he had admitted to during his time on the Wraith ship. "Ronon's hair is very nice," he said in his most gentle tone. "Now come back to bed, John."
John took one last look in the mirror, then returned to the bed, handing Rodney the towel. "Think I should grow my hair longer?"
Rodney paused in the wiping of his stomach. "Don't you have some regulations against that?"
"Yeah." John flopped down on his back. "But Ronon--" he stopped, rubbing his head again.
"What about Ronon?"
"He hides *knives* in his hair."
"Really?" One last swipe, and Rodney tossed the towel on the floor. He settled back in, curling up around John's warm body. "I didn't know that. "
"Me, neither."
"Cool." Rodney thought about it. Very impressive, actually.
"It is, isn't it?" John said mournfully. "His hair is totally cool."
Suddenly Rodney got it. "John," he said, propping himself up to look into John's hooded eyes. "Your hair is very cool, too. Rakish, remember?"
"I can't hide weapons in it."
"Let's see." Rodney examined the dark, chaotic mess, running his fingers through it, pushing thick strands one way, then the other. "No, not really. Not much room in there."
"I was thinking maybe a little C4?"
"Only if you use it as a styling product." When John's eyes widened hopefully, Rodney added, "and I would not recommend doing that."
John's face fell. "I suppose you're right."
Rodney patted his chest, then laid back down, head resting on John's shoulder. "Of course I'm right."
They lay quietly, John reaching for Rodney's hand, his fingers skimming lightly over Rodney's knuckles. "He had knives everywhere," John finally said.
"John, seriously? I don't think dreads would be a good look for you."
"Hair's too straight for it," John agreed, obviously having had given it some thought.
"Listen, despite the lack of weaponry-concealing hair, you're very hot," Rodney said, trying not to smile. "In an extremely manly kind of way."
John rolled toward him, lifting Rodney's chin for a kiss, but Rodney stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Not only that, but you're the one sleeping with the most brilliant man on the base."
"Zelenka?" John frowned. "Rodney, I'm not sleeping with Zelenka."
"What?" With a growl, Rodney rolled on top, pushing a laughing John into the mattress and kissing him--well, okay more like biting than kissing, but John only hung onto to Rodney and laughed harder.
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:53 pm (UTC)ah, that just hit the spot.
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:53 pm (UTC)BTW, sweetie, you lost an 's' from the word kiss in the third paragraph from the end.
The phrase "weaponry concealing hair" makes me giggle every time I read it.
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:54 pm (UTC)*officially renounces seriousness*
*eagerly signs up for humor and sex and knives-in-the-hair*
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:56 pm (UTC)Both.
All three. Four. Whatever.
Even if you left an s out of kiss.
This is so cute and right and I'm glad about this sort of tag, thankies.
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-23 07:01 pm (UTC)"Listen, the despite the lack of weaponry-concealing hair, you're very hot,"
Think there's an extra "the".
"Not only that, but you're the one sleeping with the most brilliant man on the base."
"Zelenka?" John frowned. "Rodney, I'm not sleeping with Zelenka."
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Even John knows. ;)
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:06 pm (UTC)See, the infirmary scene at the end was totally superfluous, they should have filmed this instead! Or..... you know, not. Because I'm pretty sure you have to pay extra for the channels that show this stuff.
*klo*
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:10 pm (UTC)And this episode is seriously fabulous. JF has it all going on, cute and funny and goofy and then hot hot hot hot. With a side of hot.
Okay, so I'm still a little giddy over it.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:11 pm (UTC)Glad you liked!
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:11 pm (UTC)And you're welcome! Glad you enjoyed.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:12 pm (UTC)"Hair's too straight for it," John agreed, obviously having had given it some thought.
heeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:13 pm (UTC)I fixed the 's' thing. I don't know how I did that. ::is dork::
And you know, the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that this is going to bother John for a long time.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:16 pm (UTC)Playful!McShep is one of my favorite shades of McShep! Love that.
And please, please, thank you for this:
"Gladly. Just don't make me have to keep trying to rescue you. I did not enjoy nearly dying of enzyme withdrawal." Rodney said. "I don't think I've fully recovered yet."
"Does that mean round three is out?" John licked his ear.
If wanted to see some comforting..but hey, them just going for it even better!!!
I still can't get over Ronon hides knives in that hair!*smile*
John with dreAds..nope, but Rodney playing with John's hair..OH HELL YES!!
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:17 pm (UTC)I think there's room for seriousness AND knives-in-the-hair in fics. ::nods::
There is just so much to love about this show.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:18 pm (UTC)Did you add in a missing comma?
Not that it matters really.
I think this is going to bother John for a while and Rodney is going to have to help him cope with his feelings of inadequacy with lots of sex. Lots and lots of sex.
Until he finally explodes and informs John that just because he doesn't have weapon-concealing hair that doesn't mean he's not a hero. Of course Rodney says it too loudly and at the worst possible moment.
But John forgives him after the truly spectacular blowjob Rodney gives him as an apology.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:19 pm (UTC)He's such a little boy in your icon, it's so damn cute!
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:21 pm (UTC)I know this is redundant, but man, you give good porn.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:23 pm (UTC)Especially since John got unreasonably snippy over Rodney's suggestion that maybe he could hide something in all his chest hair.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:24 pm (UTC)And Rodney! Hee! Such a great -- and hot -- story.
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:25 pm (UTC)