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Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17 (in time)
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: Rodney's always been a very confident skater.
A/N: Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
perfica for playing OOB beta badminton with me, amothea for listening to me whine, teaphile for her birds eye view, as well as enname and monanotlisa for coming through in a pinch.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
Rodney's hair was sweat-soaked, longish dark brown curls falling in his face as he stepped away from the Kiss-and-Cry. He raised a victorious hand to his fans, raising a shriek from the stands. Even at the Olympics only the really dedicated ones came to the compulsories. His coach lumbered behind him, a protective hand on Rodney's shoulder.
The predictable gantlet of reporters and cameras lay in wait for him on the way to the showers, the flashbulbs flickering as microphones extended in his direction. Rodney was still out of breath as the press peppered him with questions, bright lights shining in his face.
"Great work, Rodney," said a Canadian reporter with a Quebec accent. "All of Canada is cheering for you."
Rodney heaved a sigh, trying to catch his wind, beaming. "Thank you. I noticed." He waved again, raising another cheer, and grinned.
"Rodney," asked the tall gray-haired reporter from the British newspapers. "To what do you attribute your successful performance today?"
"A happy sex life," Rodney joked, and the reporters all chuckled. "No, no, just kidding -- discipline is the essence of the compulsories, though there was never any question that I'd do well here. They're more or less just a warm-up for me. But a lot of these new skaters don't have the basics down, and then come crying that we should get rid of the compulsories because they don't know how to skate." He threw up his hands. "It's pathetic."
A gruff voice from the back with a heavy Germanic accent said, "What do you think of the East German threat?"
"Who? 'Hans and Franz,' the steroid twins?" Rodney snorted. The American reporter sniggered at the Saturday Night Live reference. "Oh, I'll admit they have some pretty impressive jumps, but that's not what skating is all about. In fact, it would be a tragedy for figure skating if they won. The real measure of a figure skater is: Artistic. Skill," Rodney said, emphasizing each word with a little bird-like okay sign. He smirked.
"What about the Russian team? They're known for their artistic presentation marks," said another, Rodney couldn't tell who, blinking at the lights.
"Well, they're very... traditional, aren't they? You can see the same moves in their ballet, and let's be honest: Was Barishnikov any good before he defected? Not even." Rodney made a little brushing motion. "The soviet system crushes free will, and, in the process, any shadow of creativity."
Rodney's coach cut in, earning a glare from Rodney. "Rodney's always been a very confident skater." His grizzled head leaned down towards the microphones. "A confidence that shows on the ice with his World Championship record." He held up a hand. "No, no further questions today. Thank you." They edged between the cables and press of people and passed security, which held back the public.
As he dragged Rodney away from the cameras and down the long hallway towards the showers, his coach hissed, "Steroid twins?"
"What?" Rodney tittered. "Have you seen those two?"
"Do we need to have another talk about sportsmanship?" said his coach, his voice stern and belabored.
"Oh, please, if they can't take a little friendly competition they shouldn't be competing at this level. Though it's good you cut in when you did--"
"Yes."
"--I mean, I was having trouble ignoring the questions from the French reporter. That article she ran about me? Was positively catty." Rodney sniffed. "I am not 'pampered,' though if I were, I'd deserve it." He made a sweeping gesture back towards the ice. "I work hard out there!"
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Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17 (in time)
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: Rodney's always been a very confident skater.
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, as well as enname and monanotlisa for coming through in a pinch. 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. A teasing friendship (and perhaps more?) developed between them, and a late night practice session turned sensual and intense... and more successful than expected. If only Rodney could get John to skate like that all the time.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
Rodney's hair was sweat-soaked, longish dark brown curls falling in his face as he stepped away from the Kiss-and-Cry. He raised a victorious hand to his fans, raising a shriek from the stands. Even at the Olympics only the really dedicated ones came to the compulsories. His coach lumbered behind him, a protective hand on Rodney's shoulder.
The predictable gantlet of reporters and cameras lay in wait for him on the way to the showers, the flashbulbs flickering as microphones extended in his direction. Rodney was still out of breath as the press peppered him with questions, bright lights shining in his face.
"Great work, Rodney," said a Canadian reporter with a Quebec accent. "All of Canada is cheering for you."
Rodney heaved a sigh, trying to catch his wind, beaming. "Thank you. I noticed." He waved again, raising another cheer, and grinned.
"Rodney," asked the tall gray-haired reporter from the British newspapers. "To what do you attribute your successful performance today?"
"A happy sex life," Rodney joked, and the reporters all chuckled. "No, no, just kidding -- discipline is the essence of the compulsories, though there was never any question that I'd do well here. They're more or less just a warm-up for me. But a lot of these new skaters don't have the basics down, and then come crying that we should get rid of the compulsories because they don't know how to skate." He threw up his hands. "It's pathetic."
A gruff voice from the back with a heavy Germanic accent said, "What do you think of the East German threat?"
"Who? 'Hans and Franz,' the steroid twins?" Rodney snorted. The American reporter sniggered at the Saturday Night Live reference. "Oh, I'll admit they have some pretty impressive jumps, but that's not what skating is all about. In fact, it would be a tragedy for figure skating if they won. The real measure of a figure skater is: Artistic. Skill," Rodney said, emphasizing each word with a little bird-like okay sign. He smirked.
"What about the Russian team? They're known for their artistic presentation marks," said another, Rodney couldn't tell who, blinking at the lights.
"Well, they're very... traditional, aren't they? You can see the same moves in their ballet, and let's be honest: Was Barishnikov any good before he defected? Not even." Rodney made a little brushing motion. "The soviet system crushes free will, and, in the process, any shadow of creativity."
Rodney's coach cut in, earning a glare from Rodney. "Rodney's always been a very confident skater." His grizzled head leaned down towards the microphones. "A confidence that shows on the ice with his World Championship record." He held up a hand. "No, no further questions today. Thank you." They edged between the cables and press of people and passed security, which held back the public.
As he dragged Rodney away from the cameras and down the long hallway towards the showers, his coach hissed, "Steroid twins?"
"What?" Rodney tittered. "Have you seen those two?"
"Do we need to have another talk about sportsmanship?" said his coach, his voice stern and belabored.
"Oh, please, if they can't take a little friendly competition they shouldn't be competing at this level. Though it's good you cut in when you did--"
"Yes."
"--I mean, I was having trouble ignoring the questions from the French reporter. That article she ran about me? Was positively catty." Rodney sniffed. "I am not 'pampered,' though if I were, I'd deserve it." He made a sweeping gesture back towards the ice. "I work hard out there!"
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Date: 2007-07-15 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-15 09:41 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2007-07-15 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-15 11:34 pm (UTC)Yeah, I got caught up. Failed to comment, though, my bad...
Loved this installment! More glimpses of Rodney... I'm going to have an interesting mental picture of him by the time I watch the show...
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:23 am (UTC)I might have some questions for you about Czech-Soviet politics in the late 80s before the wall fell. Very general stuff, if you're interested. Yes, of course this relates to Radek's back story, why do you ask?
Let's see... your image of Rodney will include:
Figure skater... gay... once upon a time a cocky arrogant jerk... matured now....
Icarus
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Date: 2007-07-16 01:00 am (UTC)I also liked the other part. Maybe John will finally ge a clue watching Rodney skate.
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:40 am (UTC)That's... yes. Dead on.
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:17 am (UTC)Both are good, although the scenes are short and only serve to whet my story appetite. On a further note, young Rodney rocks :D
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:25 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:30 am (UTC)I never thought I'd read a figure skating AU but I figured I'd give it a try, considering you wrote it. And wow, I'm buying this one-hundred percent and loving all the Icarus-y touches. Rodney's million cds and those musical choices. Loving that you've written a fic that's set in a Toronto that's recognizably Toronto. (Although, not to be anal, they're streetcars, not trolleys).
I'm honestly, ceaselessly entertained by John's fear of looking gay. John is really a ridiculously unlikely figure skater. I'm wondering, with Rodney's comparison in the last part of John's skating to kung-fu, if you're going to break out an Elvis Stoijko reference? I would love to hear John and Rodney's respective views on him. *g*
Anyway, I will now commence stalking your journal for updates.
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Date: 2007-07-16 07:56 am (UTC)And wow, I'm buying this one-hundred percent
Really? Wonderful. I have roughly 10,000 more words finished that I'm waiting for the final beta on (it's an important part I don't want to screw up).
John is really a ridiculously unlikely figure skater.
I thought Rodney was the unlikely one, but I can see why John seems so very unlikely. I think of him as a Timothy Goebels-type skater.
I love Stojko. John thinks Stojko's performance was a dumb move for himself but had a good impact on skating (John's American): "Someone has to move the line." Rodney thinks Stojko's brilliant and the scoring was a sham, further proof that figure skating was rewarding the wrong things.
Anyway, I will now commence stalking your journal for updates.
*Icarus hangs out blinking red sign: "Welcome stalkers."*
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Date: 2007-07-16 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 02:41 pm (UTC)Very, very nicely done!
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Date: 2007-07-18 06:41 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2007-07-18 06:42 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2007-07-16 04:00 pm (UTC)I really love Rodney. :D
Angie
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Date: 2007-07-18 06:43 pm (UTC)Especially according to him.
Sorry about the delay in responding to comments. Been writing like a fiend. More has just been posted. Lots more.
Icarus
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Date: 2007-07-17 09:33 pm (UTC)I have a question: I missed the reference for the cider and party hat. que? Also, the previous/next links are wonderful.
As always, I thoroughly enjoyed the update!
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Date: 2007-07-18 06:49 pm (UTC)Ah. The party hat reference. I was worried that might be too obscure: He dug around in his backpack, pulling out a bottle of juice. He tossed it and caught in one hand, then drew out a sleeve of plastic cups. He quirked a questioning eyebrow at Rodney, who smiled and shrugged his answer.
As he poured, Rodney gave him an ironic smirk then clinked the edge of John's cup in a mock toast. He chuckled. "It's like a party."
"I like parties," John said.
"I highly doubt that." Rodney snorted.
"What?"
"Well, you're not the most sociable person I've ever met."
"I'm very friendly and sociable. I got all A's in fourth grade civics. Besides--" He tapped Rodney's plastic cup with his own with an ironic smile. "--your kind of party's pretty low key." (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/652750.html)
I'll make it more clear what John's referring to.
Also, the previous/next links are wonderful.
Picked that up from
Just posted lots more of Out Of Bounds.
Icarus