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Five (stand-alone) ways that Rodney and John fucked, or could have fucked, or may someday fuck.
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"Oh my god, I should just leave you and Ronon to have perfect athletic gay sex together," said Rodney in despair. "This was a terrible idea. I can't believe you talked me into this."
"I don't want to have sex with Ronon," said John, rubbing Rodney's sore shoulders. "I want to have sex with you."
"Standing right here," said Ronon.
*****
"We should have done this when you had that crush on me," said Rodney, "when was it, back in our fourth year on Atlantis? When I started dating Jennifer and you were so fucking grouchy for weeks. That would have been a good time for me to shove you around, I really felt like it back then."
John had gone very still. "So," he said, awkwardly, "you, uh. Knew about that?"
"Yes," Rodney said, waving it away. "Of course I did."
"Could have said something," John grumbled, his ears going red.
"I was with Jennifer," Rodney protested. "Jesus." He tilted his head back, drank the last of his water, and set his glass down as well. "Besides, you didn't say anything when I had a crush on you our first year on Atlantis. And don't tell me you didn't know anything about that, because even I know I was just ridiculously obvious."
"Yeah, well," said John, a little sheepish now. "There was so much shit going down, we were a new team, I kind of had a thing for Teyla"—
"I know," Rodney said. "And, duh. I'm just saying, I knew, you knew. And that also would have been a good time for us to try this out. We obviously have shitty timing."
"Can't argue with that," said John ruefully. "Sorry about all this. I really did think it would help."
"Yeah," Rodney said. "I thought it might, too."
*****
THIS WRITER. Perfect McSheppiness, cracky awkward not-working-for-anyone sex & chronic bickering that suddenly shifts into true love.
*****
"I missed this," John admitted to the back of Rodney's neck.
"Me too, me too," groaned Rodney, shifting up into it, wanting more.
"We're good at this part," said John, crazed. "God, we're so good at this part."
"This part," Rodney agreed, "was never our problem."
*****
"Yeah, yeah," said Rodney. "Hey. Just—come here." And he reached up and tugged John's mouth down to his, and something abruptly snapped: this was John's mouth, god, John's noisy breathing, John's stupid hair and John's knobby knee digging into Rodney's side, and they both suddenly went nuts for each other, striving together and kissing hotly and it was effortless, mindless, and perfect.
Rodney could feel it, god, like a laser cutting through his brain: John was totally overwriting his files.
*****
"You," John said, and stalled out. His expression said it: he was relieved beyond the telling of it, but then he abruptly edged back into worry. "I," John tried again, "I'm pretty—I have trouble with"—
"Oh my god," said Rodney.