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

[icarus]

A very short update. But an update nonetheless!

You can get caught up here: Out Of Bounds.

Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: John knew he was in trouble here, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
A/N: Thank you to my intrepid betas, dossier and rabidfan.

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. John has returned to his annual summer job as a bicycle messenger. Plus yoga with Ronon. Plus training with Teyla. Plus skating.

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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus


It wasn't that Rodney touched John a lot, although he did. He was just... different. He'd paint circles with his fingers around John's elbow, like it was special, rather than just kind of pointed. Then he'd adjust John's arm so he could feather across the smooth swathe inside, attending to areas that John never even thought about.

It caught him off guard. Like when they'd stopped at a traffic light, the road silent in all directions. John reached for the map in Rodney's lap. Rodney held their hands up and stroked down John's palm with his fingertips, and John shivered. Bizarrely, Rodney didn't even seem to notice the impact but just kept going until John had to look away out the window.

He'd once taken off John's habitual wristband, revealing damp, untanned skin underneath, and ran his chin over it.

With anyone else John would feel silly, old-fashioned and girlish, getting dragged by the hand into the coffee shop, lacing fingers together under the table, hands clasped and resting on John's knee. But Rodney made it matter of fact, so it was all right. John was used to, oh, a hand sliding up his thigh, something raunchy, which John would answer with a lascivious shimmy, smiling as he'd suggest they take it somewhere more private. John knew all his roles. But this thing with Rodney wasn't one of them. It was just... Rodney.

Out on the cement slab behind the house they sprawled in deck chairs, soaking up the sun, the muscles in John's calves still jumping from a last-minute Saturday delivery. Exhaustion broke his mind, left him buzzing, melty and unable to think in a straight line. John lay face first, limp, spread the wrong way on the chaise, his head on the down slope. The air was too cool for cut-offs but the sun made up for it. Skaters had their own definition of cold anyway. Rodney was fully dressed wearing sunglasses and enough sunscreen for the tropics. He smelled like a coconut. He'd pulled his deck chair close, and was absently stroking from the back of John's knees to his ass and then back down again. John didn't like to admit how good that felt, his eyes half-lidded as he zoned.

He knew he was in trouble here, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Instead, John squinted up at Rodney, lifting his head off the deck chair. He could feel the plastic lines it left on his face. He focused on the cover of Rodney's book, blinking as the reflection flashed in his eyes a couple times. "Arthur C. Clark?" was all he said.

"I stick with the classics." Rodney turned a page and resumed his stroking. John nuzzled his face back into the chaise.

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Comments

[twistedrecesses.livejournal.com]

This snippet leaves a smile on my face. And makes me want somebody of my own.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Awww. I'm sure John will loan you Rodney. Once John's recovered enough to be able to think again.

[twistedrecesses.livejournal.com]

:D Do I have to give him back though? I'd like somebody to keep for a while, and if you're using them, well, the scheduling might get a bit tight.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I'm sure Rodney would insist there's plenty of him to go around.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I know. That's why I mentioned him. It's sort of a subtle memorandum.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Er. That should read memorial, not memorandum. *sigh*

I should get some sleep.

[winter-elf.livejournal.com]

awwwww! Sweet touching ;)

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Hee. Great icon, too. I don't usually go for photo manips, but the use of light in that one works. It seems photomanips work better when the artist doesn't attempt to make them look photo-realistic, but instead goes for an artistic look.

[tty63.livejournal.com]

I love this snippet, especially Rodney being deliberately dense.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I hope to spend all my non-homework online time writing. *crosses fingers and toes*

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

Mmh, this is gorgeous--you evoke so much baffled gratitude and acceptance on John's part, acceptance of something a lot like the l-word.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Baffled gratitude... what a great phrase. Yeah, that's it.

[reedfem.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm... hand stroking. *purrr*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Hee. John's purring, too.

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

*smiles stupidly* Aww, boys!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Heh. Don't you just wanna give John a blankie? *g*

[incidental-fire.livejournal.com]

Yea for update! Very nice to wake up to on a Sunday morning. :)

Just very sweet. I re-read the last part (purely to remember where I was in the story, mind you, not at all because I just love this story to pieces, oh no), and this was just a nice contrast, the warm sweetness that John gets from Rodney compared to the exhausting pace he normally puts himself through. And I have to say that I'm rather proud of John for at least accepting the gestures, not running away, even if he's not yet willing to admit what they might mean.

John knew all his roles. But this thing with Rodney wasn't one of them. It was just... Rodney.
I love that John's recognizing that he can actually be himself with Rodney, not just playing a game.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Your observation has really stayed with me. You're right. That's what it means that John doesn't have to play one of his roles.

[runpunkrun]

Mmm, good touching.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Oh, hi Punk. I've read a ton of your stuff. Thank you. *g*

[melagan.livejournal.com]

This was exactly what I was in the mood for *happy sigh*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Oh, perfect. Glad to hear it.

[sgafan33.livejournal.com]

Any bit of Out of Bounds is always lovely. Thanks for thinking about the boys.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Even when all you get is 459 words?

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

This ended up delicious. Leaves one a bit shivery, doesn't it? Especially John.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

The best parts are always the ones that don't show up in the outline.

[seekergeek.livejournal.com]

*purrs* Oh, that was lovely!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)

[infiticus.livejournal.com]

I`ve been checking for OOB updates every day... I`m so happy to see one!

This was sweet and tasty and matched my mood. It was also absolutely perfect for today, which was a day here in Toronto *exactly* as you describe in the snippet. Now I can imagine Rodney and John enjoying the nice weather outside *right* *now*.

Thanks!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? Cool.

I'm trying to focus all my fandom time on writing Out Of Bounds, and my betas can tell you, yes, we have more coming. The next section still hasn't been written though. Just parts after it.

[starrylizard.livejournal.com]

aww! :)

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I hope I can post more soon.