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Title: Five Ways Rodney McKay Drives John Sheppard Insane (But He Loves him Anyway)
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kellifer_fic
Written: forworld_president
Rated: PG
Is: John/Rodney
Summary: John looked down and noticed the distinct lack of the rest of his dessert and realised he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.
A diversion.
John startled awake when there was a crash and a curse and blinked blearily at the shadowed form at the side of the room.
“What on earth are you doing?” he demanded muzzily and Rodney looked around, his eyes shining in the darkness.
They had gone to sleep only what seemed like moments ago, tangled and sweaty after a fairly spectacular round of sex and John had wanted to stay unconscious for the remainder of the night. He looked at the nightstand and confirmed his suspicions. It was only twenty minutes after they’d finished.
“What does it look like?” Rodney snapped peevishly.
“It looks like you’re getting dressed,” John sighed, sitting up in bed and rubbing a hand over his face. “I thought you were going to stay.”
“I am,” Rodney assured.
“Then why are you getting dressed?” John protested.
“Because I can’t… I don’t like to… you know, sleep naked.” Rodney’s shoulders slumped. He had pulled on track pants and was holding two t-shirts in hand. John felt a pang of guilt for a second that he’d made Rodney uncomfortable until something occurred to him.
“Are you… are you deciding what to wear?” he asked incredulously as he watched Rodney look at the two shirts he had in hand, discard them both and go rummaging back through his chest of drawers.
Rodney stilled and from the lines of his body, John could tell he was deeply embarrassed. “Maybe,” he said.
“Oh my God,” John sighed, flopping back on the bed. “I’d call you a girl but Teyla and Elizabeth would kick my ass.”
^8^
“Where is he?” John growled, his voice low and menacing, the tone he used to make hardened Marines spontaneously cry.
Apparently, small Czech scientists were immune to his dangerous voice, as Zelenka blinked impassively at John and shrugged. “Who?” he asked mildly, the only tell that he knew exactly who John was talking about was the slight glint in his eye.
“Rodney!” John barked, knowing that the scientist was in the lab somewhere. He heard a muffled curse and a thump and stepped over to one of the larger desks, reaching underneath and dragging a protesting Rodney out by his collar.
“You know what you did was wrong, or you wouldn’t be hiding from me,” John snarled, satisfied that at least his scary tone worked on Rodney. He looked back at Zelenka with narrowed eyes, who still looked completely unphased.
“I had very good reasons!” Rodney protested, wrenching out of John’s grip and backing up.
“You told my men that if they went into the Southern tower, there was a device there that would boil their organs and make their brains explode.”
Rodney didn’t even try to look apologetic. “I didn’t want them touching anything there. We’re keeping all the delicate equipment that we haven’t gotten around to figuring out yet in the Southern tower.”
“You couldn’t have just told me to make it an order?”
Rodney looked down at his feet, finally a little cowed. “I didn’t… think of that,” he said.
^8^
It was only his quick reflexes that saved it.
John stabbed down his fork, effectively pinning Ronon’s spoon as it had made a stab at the last of John’s chocolate mousse.
“You’re taking your life in your hand, buddy,” John warned.
He heard the klink of glass and looked around at Rodney, who was sucking happily on his own spoon. John looked down and noticed the distinct lack of the rest of his dessert and realised he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.
A diversion.
He looked back at Ronon who shrugged. John seemed to remember something similar happening only a day ago, but it was a half a muffin he had lost, and Ronon had been the benefactor when Rodney had squeezed his thigh, making John jerk around to scold him about public displays and how risky they were.
“Right,” John said, standing. Rodney and Ronon looked up at him.
“This means war.”
^8^
“Colonel, we need you!” John’s radio barked and John was up and moving, the note of panic in Elizabeth’s voice dumping adrenalin through his body.
John reached for his shirt but his fingers thumped uselessly on the material, unable to close around and grasp it.
“Jesus, Rodney!” John barked, shaking his dead arm, trying to force feeling back into it. It felt like a useless piece of meat attached to his shoulder. He picked up his shirt with his left hand and very awkwardly wrenched it over his head.
His pants were going to be harder.
“Wha…?” Rodney rolled over and looked at John blearily, a hand fisting in one eye.
“You fell asleep on my arm again,” John complained, shaking his torso so the limp appendage thumped back and forth.
“You want help?” Rodney asked, amusement in his tone as he watched John hop across the room, one leg in and one leg out of his pants.
“Oh, you do not get to enjoy this!” John snarled
^8^
John had his head thrown back, lying prone on the bed and with Rodney between his legs. He’d been thoroughly enjoying a Rodney special when he heard the distinctive sound of a snore issuing from his lower body.
John looked down and saw that Rodney, head pillowed on John’s thigh, had fallen asleep.
“Oh, come on,” John groaned, jiggling his leg in the hopes of rousing Rodney, who only snorted and wrapped both arms around John’s leg, cuddling closer.
Okay, so they’d both been going for about seventy two hours straight, but it had been Rodney’s idea.
He sighed, flopping back on the bed with an arm over his eyes. Rodney had been bone-weary, panicked and functioning on nothing but adrenalin and power bars for the past three days and he had still wanted to do this for John, knowing the other man had been on tenterhooks for as long.
He’d wanted to help, to chase the haunted, pained expression on John’s face away.
Lights off, he thought, tangling fingers in Rodney’s hair, and the room around them dimmed.
He knew he’d have a numb leg in the morning.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
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kellifer_ficWritten: for
world_presidentRated: PG
Is: John/Rodney
Summary: John looked down and noticed the distinct lack of the rest of his dessert and realised he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.
A diversion.
John startled awake when there was a crash and a curse and blinked blearily at the shadowed form at the side of the room.
“What on earth are you doing?” he demanded muzzily and Rodney looked around, his eyes shining in the darkness.
They had gone to sleep only what seemed like moments ago, tangled and sweaty after a fairly spectacular round of sex and John had wanted to stay unconscious for the remainder of the night. He looked at the nightstand and confirmed his suspicions. It was only twenty minutes after they’d finished.
“What does it look like?” Rodney snapped peevishly.
“It looks like you’re getting dressed,” John sighed, sitting up in bed and rubbing a hand over his face. “I thought you were going to stay.”
“I am,” Rodney assured.
“Then why are you getting dressed?” John protested.
“Because I can’t… I don’t like to… you know, sleep naked.” Rodney’s shoulders slumped. He had pulled on track pants and was holding two t-shirts in hand. John felt a pang of guilt for a second that he’d made Rodney uncomfortable until something occurred to him.
“Are you… are you deciding what to wear?” he asked incredulously as he watched Rodney look at the two shirts he had in hand, discard them both and go rummaging back through his chest of drawers.
Rodney stilled and from the lines of his body, John could tell he was deeply embarrassed. “Maybe,” he said.
“Oh my God,” John sighed, flopping back on the bed. “I’d call you a girl but Teyla and Elizabeth would kick my ass.”
^8^
“Where is he?” John growled, his voice low and menacing, the tone he used to make hardened Marines spontaneously cry.
Apparently, small Czech scientists were immune to his dangerous voice, as Zelenka blinked impassively at John and shrugged. “Who?” he asked mildly, the only tell that he knew exactly who John was talking about was the slight glint in his eye.
“Rodney!” John barked, knowing that the scientist was in the lab somewhere. He heard a muffled curse and a thump and stepped over to one of the larger desks, reaching underneath and dragging a protesting Rodney out by his collar.
“You know what you did was wrong, or you wouldn’t be hiding from me,” John snarled, satisfied that at least his scary tone worked on Rodney. He looked back at Zelenka with narrowed eyes, who still looked completely unphased.
“I had very good reasons!” Rodney protested, wrenching out of John’s grip and backing up.
“You told my men that if they went into the Southern tower, there was a device there that would boil their organs and make their brains explode.”
Rodney didn’t even try to look apologetic. “I didn’t want them touching anything there. We’re keeping all the delicate equipment that we haven’t gotten around to figuring out yet in the Southern tower.”
“You couldn’t have just told me to make it an order?”
Rodney looked down at his feet, finally a little cowed. “I didn’t… think of that,” he said.
^8^
It was only his quick reflexes that saved it.
John stabbed down his fork, effectively pinning Ronon’s spoon as it had made a stab at the last of John’s chocolate mousse.
“You’re taking your life in your hand, buddy,” John warned.
He heard the klink of glass and looked around at Rodney, who was sucking happily on his own spoon. John looked down and noticed the distinct lack of the rest of his dessert and realised he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.
A diversion.
He looked back at Ronon who shrugged. John seemed to remember something similar happening only a day ago, but it was a half a muffin he had lost, and Ronon had been the benefactor when Rodney had squeezed his thigh, making John jerk around to scold him about public displays and how risky they were.
“Right,” John said, standing. Rodney and Ronon looked up at him.
“This means war.”
^8^
“Colonel, we need you!” John’s radio barked and John was up and moving, the note of panic in Elizabeth’s voice dumping adrenalin through his body.
John reached for his shirt but his fingers thumped uselessly on the material, unable to close around and grasp it.
“Jesus, Rodney!” John barked, shaking his dead arm, trying to force feeling back into it. It felt like a useless piece of meat attached to his shoulder. He picked up his shirt with his left hand and very awkwardly wrenched it over his head.
His pants were going to be harder.
“Wha…?” Rodney rolled over and looked at John blearily, a hand fisting in one eye.
“You fell asleep on my arm again,” John complained, shaking his torso so the limp appendage thumped back and forth.
“You want help?” Rodney asked, amusement in his tone as he watched John hop across the room, one leg in and one leg out of his pants.
“Oh, you do not get to enjoy this!” John snarled
^8^
John had his head thrown back, lying prone on the bed and with Rodney between his legs. He’d been thoroughly enjoying a Rodney special when he heard the distinctive sound of a snore issuing from his lower body.
John looked down and saw that Rodney, head pillowed on John’s thigh, had fallen asleep.
“Oh, come on,” John groaned, jiggling his leg in the hopes of rousing Rodney, who only snorted and wrapped both arms around John’s leg, cuddling closer.
Okay, so they’d both been going for about seventy two hours straight, but it had been Rodney’s idea.
He sighed, flopping back on the bed with an arm over his eyes. Rodney had been bone-weary, panicked and functioning on nothing but adrenalin and power bars for the past three days and he had still wanted to do this for John, knowing the other man had been on tenterhooks for as long.
He’d wanted to help, to chase the haunted, pained expression on John’s face away.
Lights off, he thought, tangling fingers in Rodney’s hair, and the room around them dimmed.
He knew he’d have a numb leg in the morning.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Did I mention yes? Cuz this is SO what I needed right now! You rock hard.
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Awww! Ronon and Rodney working together in their dessert-napping! Zelenka being Zelenka! Rodney getting in trouble with John for scaring the grunts!
GLEE! x infinity!
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I am such a sucker for them nicking each others food
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“I’d call you a girl but Teyla and Elizabeth would kick my ass.”
Ahahahahahaa. HA.
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Boys! \0/