Hanging Out [SGA fanfiction by Ceitie]
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queerlygenA loose interpretation of sholio prompt: SGA - John and Rodney. Both gay or bi. Not attracted to each other, though. BFF bonding. They're - kind of bonding?
Title: Hanging Out
Creator:ceitie
Universe: Stargate Atlantis
Type of work: Fic
Contains: Romantic and sexual content in the form of a discussion between friends.
Words: 826
Summary: “You know, the only times in my life that I’ve found myself trussed up and dangling upside down has been when you’re somehow involved?”
“I hate you so much right now.”
John watched the walls of the dark warehouse slowly go by as they spun in another circle. “I said I was sorry. Now shut up about it.”
“Three times, you already tried to reach your feet three times, and I said,” Rodney ranted on, and John mouthed the next part with him, “I distinctly said that if you make us spin one more time, I am going to puke, and still, still –”
“I’m suffering for my mistake, McKay, alright?” John was pretty sure that hanging upside down by your ankles wasn’t the recommended way to treat a concussion, and the smell rising from the puddle of vomit beneath them was only making John’s own nausea worse.
John heard Rodney cough and spit onto the ground pointedly. “You know, the only times in my life that I’ve found myself trussed up and dangling upside down has been when you’re somehow involved?”
“What, slings aren’t part of Jennifer’s repertoire?” John said blandly.
This was followed by an awkward silence on Rodney’s part, which made John add, “Actually, don’t answer that.”
He already knew far too many details about Jennifer Keller’s repertoire, which was apparently impressive and varied, thanks to that one night on the pier when Rodney had brought ruus wine instead of beer. As a result, John now knew more about Rodney’s feelings on Carter, Teal’c and nipple clamps than he had ever cared to, and Rodney passed John post-it notes with stick-figure drawings of tentacle porn every time Parrish sat in on a meeting with them. John was kind of looking forward to the day when Woolsey managed to intercept one of those notes.
“Yes, well,” Rodney muttered, “not that I’m confirming or denying anything, but no sensible person would leave someone hanging upside down this long. Your blood starts pooling in your lungs and, oh god, what if that's their plan, what if they’re just going to leave us like this?”
John took a careful breath before answering, not that he thought Rodney might be right or anything. “We’ve only been here for fifteen minutes, Rodney. And Awlin’s enforcers said that it wouldn’t be long until their boss showed up.”
“And then we get to move onto the torture section of the evening, oh joy,” Rodney said, fear lurking beneath the sarcasm.
Rodney’s fingers began fumbling around at the small of John’s back, and then reached lower, brushing against his ass.
“Rodney, people will talk,” John drawled.
“Don’t be a jackass, I’m trying to reach your hands. Move them closer,” Rodney said. “Besides, people already talk.”
John held his bound hands away from his body, closer to Rodney’s grasping hands. “Really? Even now that you’ve finally manned up and gotten together with Jennifer?”
“Mmm, yes,” Rodney said distractedly, as his fingers found John’s wrists and started picking at the knots. “Although I’ve heard a lot of threesome talk lately. How’s that going, by the way?”
“Okay, we’re not talking about this.” John had several regrets from Ruus Wine Night, but this was the biggest.
“No need to be shy, Colonel,” Rodney said, and then finished almost dreamily, “I’ve always wanted to try a threesome.”
“I’m not having a threesome with Teyla and Kanaan,” John said. If his cheeks were burning, it was because of all the blood that had rushed to his head from being tied by his ankles to a girder.
“You’re not having a threesome with Teyla and Kanaan yet, is the operative word,” Rodney said, and then started yanking hard at the ropes at John’s wrists.
“No, I think ‘will never have’ actually works better. How are those ropes coming?” They were still spinning, and John could feel his lunch beginning to rise into his gorge again.
Rodney huffed out a laugh. “You know and I know that Teyla is just being subtle now to give you time to get used to the idea. If you make her wait long enough, one day you’ll find yourself being tackled onto a bed by the two of them –”
“Rodney, you want to concentrate on the ropes?” John said, a little desperately. But thank the Lord and hallelujah, the Pegasus galaxy’s version of fate was smiling on him today, because the nearest door to the warehouse shifted open and Dr. Porter’s face and Glock were peeking through it.
“Yes!” Rodney said, “You, uh – Porter! Tell me that you brought your scary girlfriend and her knives with you?”
Porter rolled her eyes and moved carefully into the warehouse, followed surely enough by Sergeant Mehra, brandishing her P-90 and greeting them both with an amused, “Hey, Colonel, Doc. You guys need a hand, sir?”
“We’d appreciate it, Sergeant,” John said. “Rodney’s reputation with knots seems to be exaggerated.”
Mehra and Porter started dragging a ladder over from the far wall, and John pretended not to hear Rodney’s disgruntled, “See, that’s the kind of thing that makes people talk.”
sholio prompt: SGA - John and Rodney. Both gay or bi. Not attracted to each other, though. BFF bonding. They're - kind of bonding?Title: Hanging Out
Creator:
ceitieUniverse: Stargate Atlantis
Type of work: Fic
Contains: Romantic and sexual content in the form of a discussion between friends.
Words: 826
Summary: “You know, the only times in my life that I’ve found myself trussed up and dangling upside down has been when you’re somehow involved?”
“I hate you so much right now.”
John watched the walls of the dark warehouse slowly go by as they spun in another circle. “I said I was sorry. Now shut up about it.”
“Three times, you already tried to reach your feet three times, and I said,” Rodney ranted on, and John mouthed the next part with him, “I distinctly said that if you make us spin one more time, I am going to puke, and still, still –”
“I’m suffering for my mistake, McKay, alright?” John was pretty sure that hanging upside down by your ankles wasn’t the recommended way to treat a concussion, and the smell rising from the puddle of vomit beneath them was only making John’s own nausea worse.
John heard Rodney cough and spit onto the ground pointedly. “You know, the only times in my life that I’ve found myself trussed up and dangling upside down has been when you’re somehow involved?”
“What, slings aren’t part of Jennifer’s repertoire?” John said blandly.
This was followed by an awkward silence on Rodney’s part, which made John add, “Actually, don’t answer that.”
He already knew far too many details about Jennifer Keller’s repertoire, which was apparently impressive and varied, thanks to that one night on the pier when Rodney had brought ruus wine instead of beer. As a result, John now knew more about Rodney’s feelings on Carter, Teal’c and nipple clamps than he had ever cared to, and Rodney passed John post-it notes with stick-figure drawings of tentacle porn every time Parrish sat in on a meeting with them. John was kind of looking forward to the day when Woolsey managed to intercept one of those notes.
“Yes, well,” Rodney muttered, “not that I’m confirming or denying anything, but no sensible person would leave someone hanging upside down this long. Your blood starts pooling in your lungs and, oh god, what if that's their plan, what if they’re just going to leave us like this?”
John took a careful breath before answering, not that he thought Rodney might be right or anything. “We’ve only been here for fifteen minutes, Rodney. And Awlin’s enforcers said that it wouldn’t be long until their boss showed up.”
“And then we get to move onto the torture section of the evening, oh joy,” Rodney said, fear lurking beneath the sarcasm.
Rodney’s fingers began fumbling around at the small of John’s back, and then reached lower, brushing against his ass.
“Rodney, people will talk,” John drawled.
“Don’t be a jackass, I’m trying to reach your hands. Move them closer,” Rodney said. “Besides, people already talk.”
John held his bound hands away from his body, closer to Rodney’s grasping hands. “Really? Even now that you’ve finally manned up and gotten together with Jennifer?”
“Mmm, yes,” Rodney said distractedly, as his fingers found John’s wrists and started picking at the knots. “Although I’ve heard a lot of threesome talk lately. How’s that going, by the way?”
“Okay, we’re not talking about this.” John had several regrets from Ruus Wine Night, but this was the biggest.
“No need to be shy, Colonel,” Rodney said, and then finished almost dreamily, “I’ve always wanted to try a threesome.”
“I’m not having a threesome with Teyla and Kanaan,” John said. If his cheeks were burning, it was because of all the blood that had rushed to his head from being tied by his ankles to a girder.
“You’re not having a threesome with Teyla and Kanaan yet, is the operative word,” Rodney said, and then started yanking hard at the ropes at John’s wrists.
“No, I think ‘will never have’ actually works better. How are those ropes coming?” They were still spinning, and John could feel his lunch beginning to rise into his gorge again.
Rodney huffed out a laugh. “You know and I know that Teyla is just being subtle now to give you time to get used to the idea. If you make her wait long enough, one day you’ll find yourself being tackled onto a bed by the two of them –”
“Rodney, you want to concentrate on the ropes?” John said, a little desperately. But thank the Lord and hallelujah, the Pegasus galaxy’s version of fate was smiling on him today, because the nearest door to the warehouse shifted open and Dr. Porter’s face and Glock were peeking through it.
“Yes!” Rodney said, “You, uh – Porter! Tell me that you brought your scary girlfriend and her knives with you?”
Porter rolled her eyes and moved carefully into the warehouse, followed surely enough by Sergeant Mehra, brandishing her P-90 and greeting them both with an amused, “Hey, Colonel, Doc. You guys need a hand, sir?”
“We’d appreciate it, Sergeant,” John said. “Rodney’s reputation with knots seems to be exaggerated.”
Mehra and Porter started dragging a ladder over from the far wall, and John pretended not to hear Rodney’s disgruntled, “See, that’s the kind of thing that makes people talk.”