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Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: And here be unicorns.
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
They'd talked about food, but it was a really long walk to the kitchen, and Rodney had made the pleasant discovery that he'd left half a box of saltines in his bedroom. They weren't too stale, so they nibbled those instead, getting crumbs on John's chest and all over the bed. John tried to sweep them off with quick whisking strokes, lifting himself up on his legs and one arm, looking for all the world like a pale, hairy spider, but it was a lost cause.
Lazy as a cat, Rodney rolled to his side, head tipped to one shoulder. He admired John's long waist, his rough hand draped across a flat stomach and one thigh raised, resting. He was sprawled out bonelessly, propped up on a pillow against the headboard. His eyes were puffy from lack of sleep, face greasy, and his hair looked like he'd been in a wind storm. Rodney stretched and sighed, in no better state.
John plucked a stuffed dingy white unicorn from between the pillows, turning it over in his hands. He prodded its pointy yellow vinyl horn experimentally and said, "This thing nearly took my eye out."
Rodney snatched it away, explaining, "That's valuable."
John dipped his chin and answered him with a raised eyebrow. "Collector's item?" There was a bit of a nervous waver in his voice.
Rodney's shoulder sagged as he rolled his eyes and gave a sarcastic snort. "Yes. I collect dolls and rainbows, and hide the frightening 'Hello Kitty' collection in the attic – no, of course not." He licked his lips and cringed, examining the toy. "It was my sister's. She loved this stupid thing."
Reluctantly, he continued with a sigh, waving a hand as if this weren't important. "It's from the Munich Olympics. My family had missed the compulsories, but everyone was there for the final free skate. I mean everyone. Grandma, aunts and uncles, people who never watched me skate." He dropped his face to his hands and rubbed his eyes. "You know how well that went."
John winced appreciatively, wrinkling his nose. "I heard."
"Well, my dad even made my sister go, and she'd never forgiven me for being far better without her." He looked up and added hastily on a shaky laugh, blinking earnestly, "I mean, once I cut her loose, I went from 15th place mediocrity at Junior Pairs to stellar performances in Junior Men's, taking home one title after another. We'd always known who the talented one was," he said with no little smugness.
"Anyhow, at the end of the free skate in Munich everyone clapped and threw flowers and stuffed toys and whatnot, but I knew the truth." He held out the unicorn. "And this was on the ice. I recognized it right away."
"I probably looked ridiculous clutching a toy while I waited for them to announce my scores, and certainly I didn't want to talk to anyone afterward -- but I was really glad it was there."
John was thoughtful a moment. He shifted, squinting his eyes. "It takes them a long time to read the scores."
"An eon."
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Note about the unicorn:cesperanza made a comment an... embarrassingly long time ago... that Out Of Bounds had everything you ever wanted as a little girl except unicorns. I promised I'd add a unicorn. Here it is. Proof that this fic is like a goat and anything you say ends up in it somewhere.
Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: And here be unicorns.
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 developed between them, but after a late night practice turned sensual and intense, John issued his ultimatum to deal with the issue. Yes. This chapter has unicorns.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
They'd talked about food, but it was a really long walk to the kitchen, and Rodney had made the pleasant discovery that he'd left half a box of saltines in his bedroom. They weren't too stale, so they nibbled those instead, getting crumbs on John's chest and all over the bed. John tried to sweep them off with quick whisking strokes, lifting himself up on his legs and one arm, looking for all the world like a pale, hairy spider, but it was a lost cause.
Lazy as a cat, Rodney rolled to his side, head tipped to one shoulder. He admired John's long waist, his rough hand draped across a flat stomach and one thigh raised, resting. He was sprawled out bonelessly, propped up on a pillow against the headboard. His eyes were puffy from lack of sleep, face greasy, and his hair looked like he'd been in a wind storm. Rodney stretched and sighed, in no better state.
John plucked a stuffed dingy white unicorn from between the pillows, turning it over in his hands. He prodded its pointy yellow vinyl horn experimentally and said, "This thing nearly took my eye out."
Rodney snatched it away, explaining, "That's valuable."
John dipped his chin and answered him with a raised eyebrow. "Collector's item?" There was a bit of a nervous waver in his voice.
Rodney's shoulder sagged as he rolled his eyes and gave a sarcastic snort. "Yes. I collect dolls and rainbows, and hide the frightening 'Hello Kitty' collection in the attic – no, of course not." He licked his lips and cringed, examining the toy. "It was my sister's. She loved this stupid thing."
Reluctantly, he continued with a sigh, waving a hand as if this weren't important. "It's from the Munich Olympics. My family had missed the compulsories, but everyone was there for the final free skate. I mean everyone. Grandma, aunts and uncles, people who never watched me skate." He dropped his face to his hands and rubbed his eyes. "You know how well that went."
John winced appreciatively, wrinkling his nose. "I heard."
"Well, my dad even made my sister go, and she'd never forgiven me for being far better without her." He looked up and added hastily on a shaky laugh, blinking earnestly, "I mean, once I cut her loose, I went from 15th place mediocrity at Junior Pairs to stellar performances in Junior Men's, taking home one title after another. We'd always known who the talented one was," he said with no little smugness.
"Anyhow, at the end of the free skate in Munich everyone clapped and threw flowers and stuffed toys and whatnot, but I knew the truth." He held out the unicorn. "And this was on the ice. I recognized it right away."
"I probably looked ridiculous clutching a toy while I waited for them to announce my scores, and certainly I didn't want to talk to anyone afterward -- but I was really glad it was there."
John was thoughtful a moment. He shifted, squinting his eyes. "It takes them a long time to read the scores."
"An eon."
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Note about the unicorn:
cesperanza made a comment an... embarrassingly long time ago... that Out Of Bounds had everything you ever wanted as a little girl except unicorns. I promised I'd add a unicorn. Here it is. Proof that this fic is like a goat and anything you say ends up in it somewhere.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2007-07-29 10:10 am (UTC)I can link correctly multipart chapters to the newsletter, without you having to post to the noticeboard, if I have your OK to do that. There's a handful of blackout journals, and I can never recall who they are, so I generally don't post stuff my friendslist, just what's in the communities I'm assigned. But you, I can remember that!
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Date: 2007-07-29 10:25 am (UTC)Oh. I didn't realize you were on the
I stopped numbering my chapters about 10 updates ago. Once it gets past 20 parts, well, that's the unspoken signal for the "oh, no, this is never going to be finished" out of control fic. Heh. I figured the unnumbered chapters left whoever was updating that day with a puzzle, so they just linked to the noticeboard post. When I did just one post I was linked directly, so I took from that I shouldn't do more than one a day if I want to avoid a link-maze.
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