Lazy Sunday

[zinnith]

How nice is it to have an entire weekend when you have absolutely nothing do to? Just laundry and dishes and NaNo planning. Oooops.... At least I think I have a pretty good idea for a plot. There will be cats! Also no zombies this year, unless I manage to work one in somewhere.

Oh, and speaking of nothing at all. There's supposed to be this The John Sheppard That Thing We Don't Talk Or Hug About meme happening somewhere. Not that it's important or anything.

ETA: I'm planning to have a SGA Marathon as soon as I've seen the final episode (I know, I know, just shut up) but I'm having a little trouble deciding which eps I should include. So, gang - which SGA episodes are your favourites and why?

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[zinfic.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... there might have been. At the very least, John is thinking a lot about handjobs, and Rodney's hands in particular, during that first year. But I'm not sure he has the guts to act on those thoughts right away. It's not like John has ever been any good at relationships, and he has a feeling that Rodney would be really high maintenance, the difficult son of a bitch, and John has enough on his mind as it is without having to worry about McKay too (even if he spend a whole lot of quality time thinking about Rodney's hands and Rodney's gleeful little grin when he's onto something brilliant and Rodney's gorgeous ass stretching the fabric of his pants when he leans over a lab bench.)

But he doesn't do anything, even if there might be a lot of long sly looks and sometimes it's almost like this electricity in the air between them, like if he touched Rodney's skin it would give off sparks and John isn't sure if that is exhilarating or if it scares him to death but he hopes that Rodney never ever finds out because he's pretty sure he'd die of embarrassment and Rodney is probably the straightest guy in Atlantis.

But during the Siege, just after the miraculous arrival of the Daedalus, when John is back in the city, riding the adrenaline high of not being dead and everyone are running themselves ragged preparing for the next wave of Hives, that's when Rodney grabs his arm and drags him into an empty room.

"'So long, Rodney'?" McKay asks, voice high and a little shrill and John can see how pale he is, how deep the bags under his eyes are, how he's so strung out that he's jittering himself apart and how he shouldn't even be on his feet right now, but he is because this is Rodney McKay and if there's someone who always beats all odds to accomplish the impossible, it's Rodney, and John's heart is pounding so hard in his chest that he's afraid it'll just break out of his ribcage or something, and McKay repeats, with a hint of hysteria now, "'So long, Rodney'? Was that the best thing you could think of to say before taking off to ride a nuklear bomb that I built straight down the Wraith's throat, did you even stop to consider what that would do to me, you pea-brained moron? You were dead, I watched that screen, and I watched that bomb go off, and I watched you die, and I never... I never..."

And before John has the chance to answer, Rodney has grabbed his face and is kissing him and stealing all the breath from his lungs. It's the hottest thing ever, wet and wild and desperate, and John is so turned on he can't breathe and he just wants to rub himself off against Rodney's thigh right there and he's pretty sure McKay's thinking along the same lines, but the moment he reaches for Rodney's fly, both their radios go off at once. They break apart, staring at each other, panting hard, and Rodney says, "This discussion is not over, Major," before he turns around and walks out of the room.

It's another day or so before the Wraith have come and left and Everett has been shipped back to Earth and Ford is gone and John can't remember the last time he slept but it doesn't matter how long he lies in his bed staring at the ceiling, he's just too revved up to sleep. The soft sound of the door chime makes him sit up and think the door open and it's Rodney outside, so exhausted that he has to hold onto the doorframe to keep himself upright and when he speaks it comes out almost as a sob, "John, I..."

And John just says, "C'mere Rodney," and leads him over to the bed and undresses him so gently, peels off his sweaty disgusting uniform and eases him down on the bed, covering his body with his own.

"You died," Rodney whimpers into his mouth, and John kisses him back, answers, "I didn't, we didn't," and it's hard and fast and too much friction and they're both too tired to make it really good, the way it ought to be, but it doesn't really matter because the sound Rodney makes when he comes, hot and slick all over John's stomach, is like he's breaking and John breaks too, holds onto Rodney tight, never ever going to let him go no matter what the future has to bring.

Not that I have given this a lot of thought or anything... *clears throat*

[sgamadison.livejournal.com]

Oooh! oooh! That is just...*clutches hands over heart*

I want *more*.

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

*looks in Big Barrel o' Words* Nope. *shakes head sadly* All empty now. I'll have to get a refill first.

[(Anonymous)]

Wha-huh? :::attempts coherence:::

I'm pretty sure that is exactly the way it happened.

:::shreds every dictionary/thesaurus/bookofpoems/cdjacket, in house and fills up your wordbin:::

Carry on. I mean, obviously, it doesn't end there!

[mezzo-cammin.livejournal.com]

::points up:::

That was me, of course. Not realizing I wasn't signed in. Again.

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

Of course it doesn't end there, then follows four years of boys stupidly in love with each other!