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icarusComing into the homestretch, two weeks left before finals. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wildernessguru's family is coming up to visit on the 10th. *snort* In the middle of finals. We're going to have to keep it short, but his sister gave us warning this time, so we're obligated.
Fics
- I'm mostly writing little domestic scenes for Rodney/John (I've no idea where this has come from).
- Colony Atlantis is getting a make-over, courtesy of my beloved betas,stellahobbit-more-Jack/Daniel and grey_bard-more-plot, so a new version is coming soon. I never posted it anywhere outside LJ and my site because it just didn't feel... done.
- I've had to put myremixredux fic on the back-burner until after finals. I have the first half sketched out, but the ending is still elusive.
- My idea for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_flashfic Post Secret challenge is also stalled. Anyone want to do a postcard? Because I think I'm just a little wrung out.
Pastoral Symphony
by Icarus
John woke to a flood of music, bouying, lush and hopeful, like Christmas morning. Slit-eyed, John took in the alarm clock he hadn't known about until just this second. He squeezed his eyes open and shut, scrunching up his face. Music was nice, but first thing-?
Rodney stood in the middle of his room, conducting, his sort-of-white underwear bagging about his ass. It swung a little with Rodney's sweeping gestures.
He was kinda chunky, the elastic digging under his gut, thick legs straddled and hair a greasy mess. Rodney's eyes were shut in bliss.
John stared a minute and wondered what he saw in the guy.
Then Rodney turned and looked over his shoulder at John with a supremely confident smirk, certain the attention he was getting was positive -- and then he continued conducting his clock. In his underwear.
John broke into a grin. That's why he liked him.
He stretched like a cat, dragging the covers down almost to his hips with his feet. He stopped even trying to pretend to sleep.
"Your underwear's too big," he noted, just in case Rodney hadn't noticed. You never knew with McKay.
Rodney didn't miss a beat, the imaginary baton bouncing. "I've lost weight, since my military escort has done such a crap job of covering the vulnerable scientist." He gave up conducting and plunked down to straddle John's hips.
John grunted, the breath knocked out of him. Yeah. Real vulnerable there.
"Besides, Sears hasn't exactly been open lately," Rodney added bitterly.
To cut off that depressing subject John said, "When we get stateside I'll take you to Sears myself." He wriggled his hips to try to get some breathing room. Rodney needed to go on a diet. Now.
"We'll go shopping for underwear together?" Rodney's mouth worked, blue eyes naked with shock. "Have you any idea how that'll look?"
"Well," John pulled his chin in and temporized, "so long as you don't try them on for me."
Rodney's expression froze, and John lit with a wide grin at the funny image of Rodney squeezing into a really ugly red G-string. His thought must have been obvious because Rodney's shoulders slumped, head tipped as he said, "You're a sick man, Major."
wildernessguru's family is coming up to visit on the 10th. *snort* In the middle of finals. We're going to have to keep it short, but his sister gave us warning this time, so we're obligated. Fics
- I'm mostly writing little domestic scenes for Rodney/John (I've no idea where this has come from).
- Colony Atlantis is getting a make-over, courtesy of my beloved betas,
stellahobbit-more-Jack/Daniel and grey_bard-more-plot, so a new version is coming soon. I never posted it anywhere outside LJ and my site because it just didn't feel... done. - I've had to put my
remixredux fic on the back-burner until after finals. I have the first half sketched out, but the ending is still elusive.- My idea for the
sga_flashfic Post Secret challenge is also stalled. Anyone want to do a postcard? Because I think I'm just a little wrung out.Pastoral Symphony
by Icarus
John woke to a flood of music, bouying, lush and hopeful, like Christmas morning. Slit-eyed, John took in the alarm clock he hadn't known about until just this second. He squeezed his eyes open and shut, scrunching up his face. Music was nice, but first thing-?
Rodney stood in the middle of his room, conducting, his sort-of-white underwear bagging about his ass. It swung a little with Rodney's sweeping gestures.
He was kinda chunky, the elastic digging under his gut, thick legs straddled and hair a greasy mess. Rodney's eyes were shut in bliss.
John stared a minute and wondered what he saw in the guy.
Then Rodney turned and looked over his shoulder at John with a supremely confident smirk, certain the attention he was getting was positive -- and then he continued conducting his clock. In his underwear.
John broke into a grin. That's why he liked him.
He stretched like a cat, dragging the covers down almost to his hips with his feet. He stopped even trying to pretend to sleep.
"Your underwear's too big," he noted, just in case Rodney hadn't noticed. You never knew with McKay.
Rodney didn't miss a beat, the imaginary baton bouncing. "I've lost weight, since my military escort has done such a crap job of covering the vulnerable scientist." He gave up conducting and plunked down to straddle John's hips.
John grunted, the breath knocked out of him. Yeah. Real vulnerable there.
"Besides, Sears hasn't exactly been open lately," Rodney added bitterly.
To cut off that depressing subject John said, "When we get stateside I'll take you to Sears myself." He wriggled his hips to try to get some breathing room. Rodney needed to go on a diet. Now.
"We'll go shopping for underwear together?" Rodney's mouth worked, blue eyes naked with shock. "Have you any idea how that'll look?"
"Well," John pulled his chin in and temporized, "so long as you don't try them on for me."
Rodney's expression froze, and John lit with a wide grin at the funny image of Rodney squeezing into a really ugly red G-string. His thought must have been obvious because Rodney's shoulders slumped, head tipped as he said, "You're a sick man, Major."
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Date: 2006-02-21 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-21 11:19 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-21 08:28 pm (UTC)^_~
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Date: 2006-02-21 10:06 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-21 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-21 03:12 pm (UTC)the funny image of Rodney squeezing into a really ugly red G-string
XD The best line. (And I'm not even a SGA fan.)
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:43 pm (UTC)Oh, well you must check it out. The series is great fun and Rodney is one of those characters where you can know nothing about the show and still delight in watchin him.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-21 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-21 06:46 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-21 04:17 pm (UTC)Well, that just says it all.... *G*
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:48 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-21 05:09 pm (UTC)::rolls with laughter:: I love that quote. I wonder that myself about my guys.
I think I'm going to start reading Stargate.
Cheers!
- Johnny
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:51 pm (UTC)This is the fandom where I don't mind if the stories go completely AU, because the characters are just so great. I've started avoiding some spoilers but for the most part the plots are so essential to the character development that you really need to see much of the show to get what's going on. :)
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:53 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:55 pm (UTC)Thank you. Exactly. A guy doesn't have to be perfect to appreciate him in all his glory.
Dirty white baggy underwear, chunky ass and all.
Icarus