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

[icarus]

I think this story just got a little more cracked.

Part one: 'Get back out there.' – 'No. I'm taking up hockey. It'll *hurt* less.'
Part two: 'So why do we have to skate in the nude again?'
Part three: Naturally, John had brought the boom box but had forgotten to bring any music.
Part four: Rodney wondered if John knew 'Mustang Sally' was a favorite with strippers the world over.
Part five: 'This is hero worship, isn't it?'
Part six: 'Me coach. You student. You keep forgetting that lately.'
Part seven: It was just hockey, not a cardinal sin.
Part eight: I'm sure when we were being chased by sabre-toothed tigers we did all kinds of neat tricks.
Part nine: 'You want to be alone?' Kim-the-unutterably-stupid asked.
Part ten: He mentally took back his den and no longer had to worry about John's exercise equipment.
Part eleven: 'I take American Express.'
Part twelve: Give John a spotlight and what does he do? Skate in the dark.
Part thirteen: Something about a dead hamster-?
Part fourteen: Being a UPS driver had been great, nice people, but it worked all the wrong muscle groups.
Part fifteen: 'I don't think she actually skates -- she just floats over the ice like a fruit fly!'
Part sixteen: 'You see me naked and you think I'm athlete?'


Out Of Bounds
by Icarus



A sound boom dangled in midair over the cluster of bored-looking reporters in new parkas, dragging wires and a collection of cameramen and technicians as they paced between events. The Soviet Union had threatened to boycott the Olympics but that story had died. It had never been likely for the winter games anyhow, which had some of their best events. A helicopter rolled across the gray skies high overhead, its cameras sweeping the Olympic village like a dragnet. The cluster at the front gate talked in several languages, brimming with carefully generated excitement the moment the cameras started rolling, then they kicked tires once they were no longer "live."

They'd been stuck filling airtime with "local color" that no one cared about: snow had postponed the Giant Slalom.

Unfortunately, there was only one exit from the Olympic village. Rodney filled his lungs and prepared a bright smile, signaling to Radek with a lift of his chin. Radek filtered off to the side, a frown of confusion furrowing his brow as he glanced back at Rodney.

Ducking his head, Rodney stepped out into the gray light, breath misting about him. Reporters scurried and soundmen swore as they redirected the boom. "McKay!" -- "Rodney!"

"Rodney," a reporter called out with false intimacy, "do you have a minute?" They'd take a minute whether he had one or not.

"How's it going, McKay?" said another -- and oh, Rodney struggled to remember the name. He was Canadian, though, so one of the good guys.

"Good, great in fact!" Rodney smiled, making sure his Canadian arm-patch was aimed towards the cameras. Flashbulbs left yellow spots dancing in front of his eyes. He stood in the crunchy hardened slush and shot Radek a fierce look to move.

No longer chasing a moving target, the reporters clustered around, cutting off Rodney's escape route. Cameramen could move amazingly fast, despite how much equipment they carried.

"How do you feel about the upcoming freeskate?"

"Well, I have to get through the compulsories first, don't you think?" Rodney said, skewering the woman's ignorance. More knowledgeable sportscasters chuckled. Just because they didn't film the figure eights didn't mean they didn't exist. Radek had stopped staring and started to -- thank god -- slip past the reporters, his hands in his pockets and head down.

"So you're not ready for the freeskate yet?" the woman said, a trifle vengefully, Rodney thought.

"Ask my competitors that question," Rodney laughed. "Where're you from? France? You're in -- what? -- tenth place, if that?" He pointedly turned to the Canadian reporter. The Canadian press always favored him.

He filled them in on the goings on in the Olympic village, including a cheerful story about a food fight the other morning that had them all laughing. People let off steam in the craziest ways. It was an undignified moment for some of the champions involved, but Rodney grinned, alive and in his element. There was a little romance brewing between the East German skater, Natalia, and a West German skater that the American press would kill for -- nothing like a little iron curtain drama -- but he kept that in his back pocket for later, because Radek had finally cleared the compound. He gave the grateful reporters a jaunty wave.

"Where are you going now?" that French reporter called after him.

"For a drink!" Rodney sang out over his shoulder, instantly regretting it and trying not to cringe. He saw the notepads and scribbling as the reporters turned their back on him to recap their sound-bites to the international audience. A dozen different versions of "outside the Olympic village, Canadian skating sensation Rodney McKay granted us an exclusive interview…."

Rodney zipped his jacket with surreptitious backward glance as he caught up with Radek at the edge of their little village in the Schwaebisch Alps. The French reporter followed Rodney with intense eyes.

"Keep walking," Rodney said under his breath, "pretend you don't know me. I will have to meet you there. I might have a hornet on my tail."

"A what?" Radek paused and stared. Rodney made a frustrated noise and urged him forward.

"A pissed off reporter. Go, go!" Rodney spluttered and jogged into the village.

He pulled on the headphones to his Walkman and prepared to ignore being shadowed, trying to work out the Japanese in Styx's "Mr. Roboto."

~*~*~

It was well over two hours later when Rodney climbed a dumpster behind a drab little hotel with a quick hop. He knocked on a window on the second floor. It slid part-way open. Rodney grabbed the window jamb and hauled himself up with a complaining breathless curse. Scrabbling to get an elbow in, he banged his head on the frame, legs kicking.

"Open it all the way, you idiot!"

"Sorry," Radek said, moving too late as Rodney squeezed through.

Rodney pulled off his hat and flopped down onto the bed with a sigh. Radek barred the window behind him with a sharp metallic click, drawing thick drapes.

"I thought you maybe not coming," Radek admitted.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I hit every boring monument in the city." Rodney rolled onto his back and gazed up at Radek through smiling, half-slitted eyes. "Did you realize they must have a hundred museums?" he said with a tired wave. He yawned, glancing over in amusement that Radek's idea of 'sexy' for a tryst was an old-fashioned nightshirt. He kicked off his shoes. "I ran into some fans who bought me ice cream though." Radek rolled his eyes.

"Reporters... this is crazy." Radek paced, running his hand through his hair.

"I told you I was a skater," Rodney said.

"I will be followed by KGB because of you."

"You're small and mousy. I'm sure no one noticed you."

Rodney rolled over on his stomach and stretched to pull out two cigarettes from Radek's pack on the table, lighting them both, their ends glowing red. He handed one off with a breath of smoke to Radek to calm him down. "Besides, aren't you Russian athletes all rock stars in your country?" Rodney worked on holding his cigarette so he looked cool.

Radek frowned down at him and said in amazement, "You see me naked and you think I'm athlete?" He paced more then sank to the bed. "My brother is ski jumper," Radek explained. "And my father, he wanted me to see the world, go with, so," he shrugged, "he get me a job with the judging."

"I thought you guys weren't allowed to leave," Rodney mused, mildly interested.

"My family has friends," Radek said, pursing his lips cynically. He peered at the drawn curtains. "It is how the communism really functions."

"Ah. Nepotism at its best." Rodney stretched out his arms on the bed with a satisfied sigh, letting his legs fall open, tired muscles stretching. He smiled at Radek. "I'm guessing this is not quite what he had in mind, eh?"

Radek's smirk was filthy and embarrassed. "Probably, no."

As Radek slid rustling under the covers, Rodney grinned at the illicitness of it all, breathing hard. "What do you judge?" Rodney asked him, watching with wide eyes as Radek pulled the nightshirt over his head.

The wry look Radek shot him said 'you're an idiot' but all he said was a flat, "Ski jumping."

Rodney hurriedly began tearing off his jacket and shirt. "Tsk. That's boring. I'll teach you all about figure skating." Radek helped Rodney with the buttons, getting a little in the way so Rodney brushed him aside with an impatient gesture to finish it himself, baring a narrow muscular chest. "That's much more of a challenge."

It wasn't until he was naked on top of Radek, kissing pleasantly, when it dawned on Rodney. He pushed himself up on his arms, astonishment crossing his face with a thousand flickering emotions. "Wait-a-minute. You're judging your brother's event?"

Radek snickered with a broadening smile, shaking his head slowly, his expression a mixture of sarcasm and relief. His hand trailed down Rodney's bicep and tapped Rodney's chest with each word. "You are very innocent." Radek made it sound like a compliment.


A little music for this one: Styx -- Mr. Roboto



Yep. The next part is here.


ETA: typos. Yeah, okay, too lazy to chase down my betas. *hand-wavy gesture* We'll do it later.

ETA 2: removed fire escape (thank you to my German friends), made it clear this is a jump back in time, and made rike_tikki_tavi and Lillian's suggested changes well.

Comments

[lillian78.livejournal.com]

what he hand in mind."*giggles* Now *thats* tough to fit into your brain. I love this series.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Oop. Fixed it.

Yeah, I put up a quick LJ post for Stella but was too lazy to actually email her at 2am last night. I ran this side-trip (plot-wise) past three actual people though (whoever I could grab in chat). I still think I'm insane.

Icarus

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Guess how many people have clicked on this in the last hour?

Icarus

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Okay, next part's up (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/517053.html#cutid1).

[plsteward.livejournal.com]

'M giggling & my little brothers are looking at me like I'm insane, but that might be due to me trying to explain sga au fanfic when they looked over my shoulder (I'm afraid I don't think I'll convert them especially when they look through my saved fics & see mostly slash, m/m porn, & such.)

V. happy to see it was Rodney who taught Radek how to judge skating & Radek's comment about Rodney's innocence which should be nonexistant at this point, but then again Rodney can put up blinders when it's something that he thinks isn't important.

Hope the KGB don't give Radek too much trouble & more please (whenever you get the chance.)

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

but that might be due to me trying to explain sga au fanfic when they looked over my shoulder

The concept is a bit of a stretch. How old are your little brothers? Just out of curiosity.

Radek's comment about Rodney's innocence which should be nonexistant at this point

You think so? Rodney's only 17 in this part.

but then again Rodney can put up blinders when it's something that he thinks isn't important.

Quite true. And Radek isn't all that comfortable with his role as corrupt Soviet plant, even if it does get him out of the country.

Icarus

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Okay, next part's up (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/517053.html#cutid1).

[nataliadarimini.livejournal.com]

Oh. *loves you*
Nepotism rocks so hard.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Poor Radek. He is not enthused by his his job.

Icarus

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Okay, next part's up (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/517053.html#cutid1).

[amalthia]

I love that you're still working on this story. :)

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I've a pretty good track record for finishing my WIPs. One got jossed, another I never promised I finish. But Beg Me For It, Primer to the Dark Arts, The Walls Of Jericho? All completed and tucked in.

Icarus

[starrylizard.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Rodney in the lime light is just so amusing. So in his element. I like the sidetrip. *shrugs*


Oh and out of interest, how do you know how many people have clicked on this?

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

There's a reason for this section (and it's not just to stave off the need for John/Rodney sex, soon).

Oh and out of interest, how do you know how many people have clicked on this?

This came up from Traces Through Time. justhuman complained about my linking to my website on the SGA Noticeboard. So as a compromise goseaward taught me how to put in an image that's the same color as my LJ background and upload it to my site. Use the < i m g s r c = "[URL here]" > tag. I name them something obvious like outofbounds16lj.jpg.

Keep it on the inside of the cut-tag, by the way. The first time I did this I goofed and so every time someone checked their f-list it got counted as a hit. *rolls eyes*

Then you check your stats on your site, and you get a hit-count from LJ.

In SGA people are pretty good about reviewing, but SG-1 is a drive-by fandom. You get a lot of readers but not much response.

Icarus

[tardis80.livejournal.com]

Hee. I love hearing about young!figure-skating!Rodney. And thanks for the song. It's been years since I've heard it.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Rodney was so cocky at 17.

And thanks for the song. It's been years since I've heard it.

You're welcome. I confess it was a favorite of mine in the mid-80s. Couldn't resist.

Icarus

[2naonh3-cl2.livejournal.com]

hee. this fic seriously makes me smile every time.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Thank you, glad to hear it.

Icarus

[libitina]

Radek is adorable here, and Rodney so swashbucking and dashing that I am fighting to not picture him in a little red cape.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Heh. That's exactly how Rodney thinks of himself.

Icarus

[rike-tikki-tavi.livejournal.com]

*points at rating*

You tease, you. *shakes fist*

Here I was doing a chair dance over some nice hot John/Rodney lovin' (no idea how they should get there that fast from the skating rink, but who cares, there'd be sexin') and you give us this.

No, no, just kidding. It's a very cute chapter, though I'm not sure it fits in right there. Maybe you need to shift if around once you're done with the whole thing. But it's nice to see the difference between Rodney the coach and Rodney at the height of success.

Only real nitpick that I have, Radek is Czech and not Russian and he wouldn't ever claim to be Russian. Let's just say relations between the Sovjet Union and it's little brothers tended to be strained.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

nice hot John/Rodney lovin' (no idea how they should get there that fast from the skating rink, but who cares, there'd be sexin') and you give us this.

Whoops. I hadn't considered how that would have been taken.

though I'm not sure it fits in right there.

That was my question to three different people in chat. John's personal life took up more space than intended, side-swiping this section. But I got a "No, no, we want more about Rodney." If they'd read it I'd bet they'd have realized what I meant. Anyhow. Fuck it. It's about 97 degrees in my apartment and I've had a shitty day battling plumbers.

Radek is Czech and not Russian and he wouldn't ever claim to be Russian. Let's just say relations between the Sovjet Union and it's little brothers tended to be strained.

Oh, Rodney called Radek Russian and Radek just didn't argue with him. Sometimes arguing with Rodney is exhausting.

But I'd changed "Soviet system" to "Soviet country" figuring Radek's English wouldn't be good enough to use the word "system" in that context -- that's a fairly esoteric word and most of my Lithuanian friends wouldn't use unless their English was very good. I guess clarity here is more important than accurately rendering bad English. *corrects*

(Note: A friend of the family is the former princess of Lithuania and escaped the Soviet takeover stepping over bodies and eating rotten eggs, so yeah, pretty familiar with the feelings of the Soviet block from that era.)

Icarus

[coldsnap.livejournal.com]

Aw, Radek! I like this chapter a lot. It took me a little while to get into, as it wasn't what I was expecting, but it was a really interesting contrast with the last chapter, and made me wonder what happened between the two to turn Rodney from an expert at handling the media to someone who can't stand all the attention, although so many years of having that attention on him might well explain it.

Thank you for writing, this story makes me smile a lot!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

You just made me very glad I wrote this. The transition obviously doesn't work, but there is an entire backstory in my mind that obviously has only existed in my mind and this is the first hint of it. There's a section that that wouldn't work at all without this piece.

I guess I fooled people with the "NC-17, I swear" -- I meant I swear that it's coming, though 20,000+ words in, you have reason to doubt.

Icarus

[melagan.livejournal.com]

I’m still scratching my head as to how I got drawn into a figure skating AU wip and yet here I am.
/happy wave/

so I thought I should let you know I enjoyed this little glimpse into Rodney and Radek’s history
Thank you.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

It was the Olympics, I'm sure of it. I figure I just didn't want the figure skating to end. I'm sure I'm not alone in that.

Also, I wanted them to all have torrid romances with each other.

Icarus

[das-kabinett.livejournal.com]

I've been reading this for some time, but I'm a terrible person and didn't review till now, mostly because no chapter has really struck me emotionally like this one. I'm not even sure why, because it's such a quietly written (which is a complement, however oblique), but it hit me hard.

Rodney's so cocky and confident; when you compare that to how crushed he's going to be after these olympics, with the future Rodney that we're going to see, it's really sad. Also, Radek's comment about him being innocent is so true. He's innocent and what's going to happen to him is all the more sad because of it.

And, I must say, I liked this chapter for a lot of the pure geek joy at the description of Radek's position and the little details of olympic village. I know next to nothing about figure skating (I know that there is something called a triple axel, which presumably involves three of something, but that's about it), so this fic has been pure joy to delve into this completely foreign world where the boys fit so well.

Anyway, I hope I was effusive enough to make it clear how much I am enjoying this!

[das-kabinett.livejournal.com]

Also, as a sidenote. I don't mind the lack of sex, I think it works. I'll avoid the vaguely grumpy rant about fandom and sex, mostly because I don't mean it, but still. The story is lovely and unrushed.

[reedfem.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm fished. NC-17 is good bait...

At first I thought you'd skipped ahead and *John* was in the Olympics...

Aren't male figure skaters assumed to be gay until proven otherwise? Of course, he was nearly jailbait here, wasn't he? Hmmm...

Good stuff. And an ingenious way to see if anyone clicks on your stuff. Very cool.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Aren't male figure skaters assumed to be gay until proven otherwise?

Absolutely. *nods*

Of course, he was nearly jailbait here, wasn't he? Hmmm...

Mmm, yeah, 17. But Radek wasn't much older.

Icarus

[civilbloodshed.livejournal.com]

Alright. So I went back and copy/paste-ed into word, and now I've read all of the previous parts, and wow. Would it make any sense if I said it's like watching a movie? Like, some kind of John Hues flick only not so dated in the fashion department. I don't know how you feel about that, but love those kind of movies. Just like I love this. *melty hearts*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

You've melted me with the John Hughes movie comparison. Partially because that's what I'm going for, that layered this-looks-like-it-should-be-a-cliche-so-what-happened? approach where you learn little bits and pieces about the characters until it all starts to add up. Partially because his 80s high point, The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, is just right for this story. And lastly I'm just grateful the story holds together at all.

I should put everything into one file and upload it to my site so people don't have to click through all the part. It's reached the point where that's cumbersome and I'm amazed you bothered. Thank you, you made my weekend.

I'm off to write John training.

Icarus

[skeddy-kat.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to tell you how much I'm enjoying this story. I know nothing of figure skating - but Rodney and John seem to fit here with much of a stretch. And Radek - too cute for words!

I like the way you're building their relationship gradually. I'm looking forward to the next installment.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Slooooowly building their relationship. I'm telling you, I'm very surprised at how long this is taking. But John is not the most forthcoming of guys, and this incarnation of John seems to be more private than most. Then, most inconveniently, although Rodney is as blunt as ever, he's a complete pro. So the first move will have to be John's.

Slooooowly....

Icarus

[misty4me.livejournal.com]

yea, another chapter!

Liked the glimpse of Rodney's past.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Thank you! There's more about Rodney's past on its way. I really didn't mean to write this much about his Olympic experience and Radek.

Icarus

[seekergeek.livejournal.com]

Fun. Love the flashbacks to Rodney's past.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I was supposed to be writing more about John, but my pen skipped ahead and I started writing more Rodney flashbacks instead. We're going to get quite a bit more about Rodney's Olympics than I originally intended.

Icarus