SGA FIC: Out Of Bounds - John/Rodney - NC-17

You can get caught up here: Out Of Bounds.

Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: Rodney couldn't fathom why the press would follow him into the bathroom anyway, unless they wanted to report on how he smelled.
A/N: Thank you to perfica for playing OOB beta badminton with me, amothea for listening to me whine, teaphile for her birds eye view. Our special guest star beta is sarka with her sparkling knowledge of Czechoslovakian cold war politics. Thank you, sarka. And, yes, I know there are no 1986 Olympics. ;)

Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hired ex-skating champion and 'artiste' Rodney McKay to be his coach. At the 1986 Olympics, Rodney had befriended a young Czech ski jump judge and began a quiet affair. His attempt to show Radek the world outside the iron curtain backfired, however. Meanwhile in the present, after John gave up on making it to the America Cup this season, their teasing friendship developed into much more. Now it appears John might be able to compete after all. Of course, Rodney thinks John has followed his directions.

( Rodney couldn't fathom why the press would follow him into the bathroom anyway, unless they wanted to report on how he *smelled.* )

Where I am posting: The Official Statement

wildebeth asked me yesterday, so I thought I'd better make an official statement:

The Official Statement

I'm sticking with my original plan outlined in Fifty Ways To Leave LJ (without unduly inconveniencing yourself).

- First, I'm crossposting to JournalFen, GreatestJournal, and Livejournal (icarusancalion on all).
Everything will be available in all three journals (unless I screw up and forget to use Semagic). I'm not posting on InsaneJournal (despite the fact that I like Squeaky) because I don't want to invest in a paid account when I've always been free here. Sorry. I'm cheap. *g* ETA: a friend wondered "what if someone bought it for you?" Oh, please don't. There are more worthy causes than giving me a toy, especially when I have three others that are free.

- I'm taking the time to find my friends in all of these places, rebuilding my infinitely valuable f-list.
I'm not choosing which journal to use based on the size of the flist, however, but on comments. This is because people are leaving LJ but not deleting their accounts.

- I'm linking to stories off-site.
This is to get people into the habit of linking to my website and not my journal for stories in case of deletion, plus it allows me to track hit counts. The exception is of Out Of Bounds which I'll post to all three journals. On the journal it's in chapters, while the main file on my site is just one long story.

- I've not gone back to link my old stories off-site.
I did two. I learned that it's a real pain in the tushie.

- Once everyone's in the habit of linking to stories on my site or on archives like Wraithbait, I'll look into moving.
I'll move at my convenience, on my schedule, and not LJ's. I'll decide based on which journal people seem to be reading, based on where they comment.

- I'll be just as random about reading my flist anywhere as I've always been here.
Since I'm still on dialup, I'll still mostly lurk too, just as I always have.

Backing up my journal has been a nuisance, though probably good and wise and I should have been doing this all along. I'm angry with Livejournal, I really am. They've treated us badly and this week has been a pain in the ass.

This has been a public service announcement.

Violent Opposition to LJ: And the fanficcers have the last laugh.

This is just brilliant. Found it on my Journalfen f-list. Link goes to LJ.

Violent Opposition To Livejournal by beefcake_cop

“Holy shit, Cartman! What the fuck is going on with our Livejournal?”Kyle sat down on the cheap chair that Cartman’s mom used for thecomputer desk. Cartman’s house was the only place that the boys couldblog freely, since Stan’s mom sold their computer to pay the lightbill, and Kyle’s mom put in the PERVERTED JUSTICE 1984 virus, spam andindependent thought blocker on their computer.

“Mmmmpf, msmpn mpf.” Kenny shook his head and stared at the screen, while Cartman’s fat fingers flew over the keyboard.

“THEYKILLED OUR JOURNALS! THOSE DONKEY RAPING, GOAT BLOWING SHIT EATERS!”Cartman screaming in rage, as Stan and Kyle stared at the screen indisbelief. When they brought up the email address they used, bigdongmanat Yahoo dot com, there was a letter from the Livejournal Abuse Team.

Dear Stanley Stud,
TheLivejournal Abuse Team is here to protect our site from sick, twistedperverts who seek to use our nice, clean Internet site to showdisgusting graphics of a sexual nature that will overstimulate youngchildren and turn them into criminal pedophiles. It has been reportedto us that you have been posting graphics of a sexual nature, andtherefore it is the decision of the Abuse Team to ban you, block you,pretend you never existed and keep your money for your permanentaccount. We have also reported you to the authorities in your area, yousick perv, and we hope that you spend a long time in prison for yourvile crime against nature and humanity.

You make us sick, and that’s pretty hard to do.

With Bannation in Our Hearts,
Dick.Small AT sixapart.com – Executive Flying Monkey – LJ Abuse Team


Thefour boys stared in awe at the screen. They were no longer simply fouryoung kids from South Park. They were celebrities. Martyrs. Heroes.