Drabble marathon: #7.
Jan. 30th, 2009 11:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiercelydreamedJeez, it's been a month since I posted the last one? That's embarrassing.
#7, for B., who said, Could I have a timestamp for sing this song (and I ain't gonna sing no more)? Um... I love the way "later" becomes a refrain of promise in the last section. So... just later, or two weeks later, if you need a more specific prompt. SGA, McKay/Sheppard, adult.
"Eight years," John said, trying to sound like it wasn't out of nowhere, and hooked an arm around Rodney's shoulders as he let Rodney roll them over.
Rodney slid his palm down John's side, his touch heavy and appreciative against John's skin. John curved to follow it, hip arching up off the bed, thigh brushing against the outside of Rodney's. "Yeah?" he asked the side of John's neck, as easily as if John had been continuing an actual conversation, and John felt a nearly debilitating rush of gratitude. Rodney sucked on his neck for a moment as he hummed in thought. "For me, it's, mmm ... maybe three and a half years?" John tilted his head up off the pillow, eyebrows raised, and Rodney glanced up and waved one hand in a circle. He looked a little embarrassed. "That party on New Athos, you remember, Halling had that foster-cousin who'd been 'gating around picking up bits of engineering, we got into an argument about internal combustion ..."
John snorted, but it broke into a gasp as Rodney slid a hand between their bodies, saving him from making a cheap joke out of reflex. He let his head fall back down and closed his eyes, digging his fingers hard into Rodney's shoulders. "The day Nancy filed for divorce," he went on, voice hoarse, but steadier than he'd imagined it would be. "I dropped the papers in the mail and drove over the border to Toronto. Met a guy in a bar."
"It figures." Rodney laughed breathlessly, fingers skating lightly upward. "You go to Canada to get laid and the SGC's got me stuck in a lab in Colorado. God, you smell so good," he said, and rubbed his nose against John's salty skin.
"I always," John managed, pushing up urgently into Rodney's hand, "even back in high school, I had a couple of buddies and sometimes we'd --" Rodney changed his grip and John moaned, couldn't quite say, god, yes, there, like that, so he gasped and continued. "-- But college, it was too, I was already talking to recruiters. If I was in some other city, sometimes, but not back at--"
"John," Rodney said, "John," and kissed him, shifted up onto his knees to make space between them, hand moving faster now. John shuddered and pressed his face sideways into the crook of Rodney's elbow, one hand wrapped around Rodney's side, the other flattened and flexing against his own thigh.
"There was -- one guy," he said, the words fighting to get out now as he fought to get air in, right up at the edge, not in control of any of it, "my friend, we had a double in the frat -- and I wanted to, God, I wanted to--" He pulled Rodney's face down to his, fit their open mouths together and let himself shake apart -- warm and caught at the far end of another galaxy, nowhere left to run to, nowhere he had to go.
#7, for B., who said, Could I have a timestamp for sing this song (and I ain't gonna sing no more)? Um... I love the way "later" becomes a refrain of promise in the last section. So... just later, or two weeks later, if you need a more specific prompt. SGA, McKay/Sheppard, adult.
"Eight years," John said, trying to sound like it wasn't out of nowhere, and hooked an arm around Rodney's shoulders as he let Rodney roll them over.
Rodney slid his palm down John's side, his touch heavy and appreciative against John's skin. John curved to follow it, hip arching up off the bed, thigh brushing against the outside of Rodney's. "Yeah?" he asked the side of John's neck, as easily as if John had been continuing an actual conversation, and John felt a nearly debilitating rush of gratitude. Rodney sucked on his neck for a moment as he hummed in thought. "For me, it's, mmm ... maybe three and a half years?" John tilted his head up off the pillow, eyebrows raised, and Rodney glanced up and waved one hand in a circle. He looked a little embarrassed. "That party on New Athos, you remember, Halling had that foster-cousin who'd been 'gating around picking up bits of engineering, we got into an argument about internal combustion ..."
John snorted, but it broke into a gasp as Rodney slid a hand between their bodies, saving him from making a cheap joke out of reflex. He let his head fall back down and closed his eyes, digging his fingers hard into Rodney's shoulders. "The day Nancy filed for divorce," he went on, voice hoarse, but steadier than he'd imagined it would be. "I dropped the papers in the mail and drove over the border to Toronto. Met a guy in a bar."
"It figures." Rodney laughed breathlessly, fingers skating lightly upward. "You go to Canada to get laid and the SGC's got me stuck in a lab in Colorado. God, you smell so good," he said, and rubbed his nose against John's salty skin.
"I always," John managed, pushing up urgently into Rodney's hand, "even back in high school, I had a couple of buddies and sometimes we'd --" Rodney changed his grip and John moaned, couldn't quite say, god, yes, there, like that, so he gasped and continued. "-- But college, it was too, I was already talking to recruiters. If I was in some other city, sometimes, but not back at--"
"John," Rodney said, "John," and kissed him, shifted up onto his knees to make space between them, hand moving faster now. John shuddered and pressed his face sideways into the crook of Rodney's elbow, one hand wrapped around Rodney's side, the other flattened and flexing against his own thigh.
"There was -- one guy," he said, the words fighting to get out now as he fought to get air in, right up at the edge, not in control of any of it, "my friend, we had a double in the frat -- and I wanted to, God, I wanted to--" He pulled Rodney's face down to his, fit their open mouths together and let himself shake apart -- warm and caught at the far end of another galaxy, nowhere left to run to, nowhere he had to go.