FIC: Out Of Bounds - John/Rodney - NC-17
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Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "S'cold in here."
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 all these months. Thank you to libitina and roaringmice for inside intel and spywork at Skate America. Any similarities to my dad's cabin on Lake Kashabog is completely coincidental, of course.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
John sniffed and stirred.
"Rodney...."
"Hmm?"
"S'cold in here."
Rodney simply blinked, not quite awake yet.
"Fire's out," John said.
"Huh." Rodney thought about it a moment. "Any logs left?"
"Think so."
"Go check."
John burrowed deeper under the covers. "Fuck that."
"Are you hiding under the covers?"
"My ears are cold."
He felt John's warmth press close, then something as cold as an icicle tapped the bare skin just above his t-shirt. "Augh! Get your nose off the back of my neck!" Rodney squirmed. "That's wet, you're not a dog – did you just wipe your nose on me?"
"Relax," John mumbled. "I've got a little sniffle. It's cold in here."
"Ugh!" Rodney swiped back and forth at the slime on the back of his neck.
"Ah, ha, now you have cooties...." John sing-songed. He snuggled closer and spooned up behind Rodney's ass. "Don't assume this is a come on. I'm just looking for body heat."
"Uh-huh. And that's a heat-seeking missile, I presume?"
"I hate to break it to you, but it's mostly a piss hard-on."
"Oh, yeah? Which part?" Rodney smoothed his hand back between them, digging down and squeezing John through his underwear.
"Keep checking. I'm not sure."
~*~*~
"We can always dish up and boil some lake water, Rodney," John said, peeking under the cabin. He dangled a steaming mug of instant coffee. "Here. Have some of mine."
The day was bright so Rodney could barely make him out between the struts of the cabin where he hunted for the water main, rooting through wet leaves. He spluttered. "I am not drinking purified algae and fish feces, thank you very much."
John took a long, thoughtful sip of his coffee. "Mmm. You know, I think it does taste kind of fishy."
Rodney silently cursed every relative he'd ever had – despite the fact that in this case they'd taken the proper and correct action in shutting off the water – then cursed the builder of their cabin that the valve was in the crawlspace. He finally found the yellow switch next to the tank he and his sister used to call "the yellow submarine." He scrambled out, squinting into the sun and brushing off wet leaves, to find Sheppard relaxing, leaned back on his elbows on the front stair.
"Nice they set this up so that by the time you get the water on, you desperately need a shower," Rodney said with distaste.
"So we have water?" John started to stretch and get up.
"Probably," Rodney hedged. It's not as though he'd ever done this before.
They returned to the cabin, shutting the door quickly behind them to save heat. Rodney turned the faucet away from their egg-covered sauce pan and washed his hands – and not incidentally rinsed the antifreeze in the pipes down the drain – while John made a beeline for the shower. Moments later the water spurted. There was a whoop of laughter.
"Oh, man, you weren't kidding about the cold!" John yelled through the wall.
"Let it run until the rust color goes away!" Rodney called back. He calmly filled a tin bucket of water, chin leaned his fist, elbow on the counter, the sun on his face. He carried it in a waddle over to the wood stove and set it on top, slopping a little. Apparently John either didn't hear him or didn't listen, because he heard the shower curtain draw back, and there came another loud, "Jesus!"
Rodney poured out the tea kettle and refilled it with clean water, then set it on the wood stove as well. He broke open the second bundle of logs, stoking up the fire.
He was going to have to drive into town for more wood. To leave an injured and addicted John alone for two hours, or have John in his hair while he tried to get work done, that was the question....
John hobbled out of the bathroom, dripping wet. "Forgot my towel." Rodney grabbed it from the mess of their bed and John caught it. He started rubbing down his face and hair, then worked his way down his body. Until John, Rodney had never seen anyone use a towel quite so vigorously.
"Hoo boy," John breathed once he'd reached his hair again. It was a mass of wild dark brown spikes. "I think diving in that lake would have been warmer."
"Mmm, yes, it's well water so no doubt it's at least several degrees colder." Rodney hefted the pail off the stove and trundled towards the bathroom. "My turn, stand aside, coming through...."
"Wait. I freeze to death and you get a hot bath?"
"More like a quarter bath," Rodney said as he added cold water to the mix. "But yes, the smarter members of species Homo sapiens consider the materials at hand and devise a method that is both more effective and far more civilized."
John whipped the towel off from around his neck. "Make room."
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Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "S'cold in here."
A/N: Thank you to
perfica for playing OOB beta badminton with me all these months. Thank you to libitina and roaringmice for inside intel and spywork at Skate America. Any similarities to my dad's cabin on Lake Kashabog is completely coincidental, of course.Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and 'artiste' Rodney McKay to be his coach. As John recovers from his injury, Rodney discovers he might have a little problem. His solution? Get out of town.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
John sniffed and stirred.
"Rodney...."
"Hmm?"
"S'cold in here."
Rodney simply blinked, not quite awake yet.
"Fire's out," John said.
"Huh." Rodney thought about it a moment. "Any logs left?"
"Think so."
"Go check."
John burrowed deeper under the covers. "Fuck that."
"Are you hiding under the covers?"
"My ears are cold."
He felt John's warmth press close, then something as cold as an icicle tapped the bare skin just above his t-shirt. "Augh! Get your nose off the back of my neck!" Rodney squirmed. "That's wet, you're not a dog – did you just wipe your nose on me?"
"Relax," John mumbled. "I've got a little sniffle. It's cold in here."
"Ugh!" Rodney swiped back and forth at the slime on the back of his neck.
"Ah, ha, now you have cooties...." John sing-songed. He snuggled closer and spooned up behind Rodney's ass. "Don't assume this is a come on. I'm just looking for body heat."
"Uh-huh. And that's a heat-seeking missile, I presume?"
"I hate to break it to you, but it's mostly a piss hard-on."
"Oh, yeah? Which part?" Rodney smoothed his hand back between them, digging down and squeezing John through his underwear.
"Keep checking. I'm not sure."
"We can always dish up and boil some lake water, Rodney," John said, peeking under the cabin. He dangled a steaming mug of instant coffee. "Here. Have some of mine."
The day was bright so Rodney could barely make him out between the struts of the cabin where he hunted for the water main, rooting through wet leaves. He spluttered. "I am not drinking purified algae and fish feces, thank you very much."
John took a long, thoughtful sip of his coffee. "Mmm. You know, I think it does taste kind of fishy."
Rodney silently cursed every relative he'd ever had – despite the fact that in this case they'd taken the proper and correct action in shutting off the water – then cursed the builder of their cabin that the valve was in the crawlspace. He finally found the yellow switch next to the tank he and his sister used to call "the yellow submarine." He scrambled out, squinting into the sun and brushing off wet leaves, to find Sheppard relaxing, leaned back on his elbows on the front stair.
"Nice they set this up so that by the time you get the water on, you desperately need a shower," Rodney said with distaste.
"So we have water?" John started to stretch and get up.
"Probably," Rodney hedged. It's not as though he'd ever done this before.
They returned to the cabin, shutting the door quickly behind them to save heat. Rodney turned the faucet away from their egg-covered sauce pan and washed his hands – and not incidentally rinsed the antifreeze in the pipes down the drain – while John made a beeline for the shower. Moments later the water spurted. There was a whoop of laughter.
"Oh, man, you weren't kidding about the cold!" John yelled through the wall.
"Let it run until the rust color goes away!" Rodney called back. He calmly filled a tin bucket of water, chin leaned his fist, elbow on the counter, the sun on his face. He carried it in a waddle over to the wood stove and set it on top, slopping a little. Apparently John either didn't hear him or didn't listen, because he heard the shower curtain draw back, and there came another loud, "Jesus!"
Rodney poured out the tea kettle and refilled it with clean water, then set it on the wood stove as well. He broke open the second bundle of logs, stoking up the fire.
He was going to have to drive into town for more wood. To leave an injured and addicted John alone for two hours, or have John in his hair while he tried to get work done, that was the question....
John hobbled out of the bathroom, dripping wet. "Forgot my towel." Rodney grabbed it from the mess of their bed and John caught it. He started rubbing down his face and hair, then worked his way down his body. Until John, Rodney had never seen anyone use a towel quite so vigorously.
"Hoo boy," John breathed once he'd reached his hair again. It was a mass of wild dark brown spikes. "I think diving in that lake would have been warmer."
"Mmm, yes, it's well water so no doubt it's at least several degrees colder." Rodney hefted the pail off the stove and trundled towards the bathroom. "My turn, stand aside, coming through...."
"Wait. I freeze to death and you get a hot bath?"
"More like a quarter bath," Rodney said as he added cold water to the mix. "But yes, the smarter members of species Homo sapiens consider the materials at hand and devise a method that is both more effective and far more civilized."
John whipped the towel off from around his neck. "Make room."
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Date: 2007-12-12 03:30 am (UTC)Too bad I can't slip slash into the story...I really don't think the professor would appreciate it. Although maybe I can convince my partner to let me "edit" the section concerning homosexuals...
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Date: 2007-12-12 04:03 am (UTC)At least it's a short distraction.
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Date: 2007-12-12 10:33 am (UTC)Love the snuggling! And the dialogue. Heh.
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Date: 2007-12-12 04:01 pm (UTC)I love the skating best...how's his music coming along?
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Date: 2007-12-12 05:54 pm (UTC)I love the skating best
John, too. He really misses skating.
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Date: 2007-12-12 11:23 pm (UTC)The real world can suck you dry. I hope your time of manic activity slows soon, and that you can take a breather for yourself.
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Date: 2007-12-13 08:06 am (UTC)I'm incredibly sucked in, I have to tell you. I spent a good chunk of the day being avoidant and reading this. I love the flashbacks: the Cold War intrigue, the Olympics gossip. I love how naturally their relationship progresses.
Anyway, I can't wait for the next part! :D