“The Elder’s granddaughter slipped me a mickey at dinner,” John said, voice hushed as if he were in a confessional. Maybe he was.
Rodney’s hands only stilled for a fraction of a second. “Breeding purposed, I presume. Do they think you’re a stud horse or something? How far did she get?”
“Ronon broke the door down before anything happened.”
She’d gotten them both naked, though. John remembered the feel of her hands on his chest, his face. The press of her breasts. He’d been too out of it to defend himself, but he remembered.
He let Rodney turn him. Rodney pressed one soapy hand to the side of John’s face, then got to the business of scrubbing the front of John as efficiently as he’d done the back.
“Clearly this is the first and last time you go offworld without me, Sheppard,” Rodney said. “Someone has to keep the horny princesses at bay, and I’m obviously the one best-suited to it. I wonder if I can put that on my CV?”
John huffed out a laugh. “Maybe you should.”
Truth was, if Rodney had been there, that girl never would’ve gotten close enough. He watched John like a hawk when they were offworld, the same way John checked to make sure Rodney’s food wouldn’t kill him.
John never wanted to be in such a vulnerable position again.
He wrapped his arms around Rodney and pulled him close, resting his forehead against Rodney’s in an approximation of the Athosian greeting.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Rodney replied. He pressed a chaste kiss to John’s lips. “Are you hungry? I can get some food sent up from the Mess.”
John shook his head.
“Okay. Rinse off and I’ll tuck you in.”
Rodney rinsed first and stepped out of the shower. By the time John did the same, and got himself mostly dried off, Rodney had turned down the sheets on John’s bigger, adult-sized bed and was already in it himself.
The room lights dimmed at John crawled in, tucking himself up against Rodney. Later he’d have to write up his after-action report and have a mandatory session with Dr. Ramesh. For now, he wanted the heat from Rodney’s skin and the solidity of Rodney’s body.
“Sleep,” Rodney said. “I’ll keep watch.”
“I know.”
John closed his eyes and everything that had happened melted away. With Rodney holding him close, John drifted off to sleep.
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Fill 2/2: Bonus Teyla, Ronon & Sam (Warning for mention of attempted non-con)
Date: 2021-08-13 12:32 am (UTC)Rodney’s hands only stilled for a fraction of a second. “Breeding purposed, I presume. Do they think you’re a stud horse or something? How far did she get?”
“Ronon broke the door down before anything happened.”
She’d gotten them both naked, though. John remembered the feel of her hands on his chest, his face. The press of her breasts. He’d been too out of it to defend himself, but he remembered.
He let Rodney turn him. Rodney pressed one soapy hand to the side of John’s face, then got to the business of scrubbing the front of John as efficiently as he’d done the back.
“Clearly this is the first and last time you go offworld without me, Sheppard,” Rodney said. “Someone has to keep the horny princesses at bay, and I’m obviously the one best-suited to it. I wonder if I can put that on my CV?”
John huffed out a laugh. “Maybe you should.”
Truth was, if Rodney had been there, that girl never would’ve gotten close enough. He watched John like a hawk when they were offworld, the same way John checked to make sure Rodney’s food wouldn’t kill him.
John never wanted to be in such a vulnerable position again.
He wrapped his arms around Rodney and pulled him close, resting his forehead against Rodney’s in an approximation of the Athosian greeting.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Rodney replied. He pressed a chaste kiss to John’s lips. “Are you hungry? I can get some food sent up from the Mess.”
John shook his head.
“Okay. Rinse off and I’ll tuck you in.”
Rodney rinsed first and stepped out of the shower. By the time John did the same, and got himself mostly dried off, Rodney had turned down the sheets on John’s bigger, adult-sized bed and was already in it himself.
The room lights dimmed at John crawled in, tucking himself up against Rodney. Later he’d have to write up his after-action report and have a mandatory session with Dr. Ramesh. For now, he wanted the heat from Rodney’s skin and the solidity of Rodney’s body.
“Sleep,” Rodney said. “I’ll keep watch.”
“I know.”
John closed his eyes and everything that had happened melted away. With Rodney holding him close, John drifted off to sleep.