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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Earthside
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zaganthi and tzi
Authors' Website: http://caffiends.net/
Link: Affaire du Coeur
Why This Must Be Read:
Written for the 'Cake or Death' challenge, this is a tasty story of a Saturday, a bakery, and two men who have ended up more than just a little bit broken by Atlantis. Rodney's worry about John carries through the purchase of a special cake and the drive home, the details of their circumstances gradually being revealed along the way. It's slow and sweet and might just break your heart a little, but it'll be patched back up by the end.
Excerpt:
There was a sort of out of the way bakery on his way back from the university.
It wasn't a big hassle, and when he had that horrible Saturday morning lab to oversee, Rodney McKay liked to stop by there, cuss while he looked for a parking space, and then go inside. All of their pastries were amazing, little creations that made it worth navigating the gravel parking lot, and the hill, and the traffic, and the fucked up turn around into oncoming traffic that he had to manage to get out of their parking lot. They made croissants and Napoleons, and little chocolate foam things, but most importantly they made incredibly delicious cakes, and John had admitted that he liked chocolate cake.
John had shown up at his apartment all of three weeks ago with his suitcases and his fucked up face wearing his dress uniform. It had lived in the back of Rodney's closet since John had taken it off, zippered away reverently in mothproof plastic as if it actually meant something other than a bitch of a way to say goodbye to a lifelong career.
Rodney tried not to think about it. Trying and actually accomplishing were very different things, however, and for the most part, he remained more bitter than John did. John woke up and wandered into the kitchen. He smiled, lazy and slow, and licked chocolate and almonds off of his fingers when Rodney came home with croissants.
Today was a cake sort of day, though. He'd just decided it. John had been quiet the night before, sullen, trying to work out where to go from where he was, and Rodney had done his best to suggest that hey, he didn't have to rush or worry about it because Rodney owned his little house straight up, and John was more than welcome.
It had probably been all the wrong things to say.
Okay. Definitely the wrong thing to say because John had been quiet all night and he hadn't been up with coffee made when Rodney finally rolled out of bed, and maybe Rodney was a little worried that John wouldn't be there when he got home, either.
It was possible. If that was the case, he was going to need the cake for himself.
...
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Earthside
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:
zaganthi and tziAuthors' Website: http://caffiends.net/
Link: Affaire du Coeur
Why This Must Be Read:
Written for the 'Cake or Death' challenge, this is a tasty story of a Saturday, a bakery, and two men who have ended up more than just a little bit broken by Atlantis. Rodney's worry about John carries through the purchase of a special cake and the drive home, the details of their circumstances gradually being revealed along the way. It's slow and sweet and might just break your heart a little, but it'll be patched back up by the end.
Excerpt:
There was a sort of out of the way bakery on his way back from the university.
It wasn't a big hassle, and when he had that horrible Saturday morning lab to oversee, Rodney McKay liked to stop by there, cuss while he looked for a parking space, and then go inside. All of their pastries were amazing, little creations that made it worth navigating the gravel parking lot, and the hill, and the traffic, and the fucked up turn around into oncoming traffic that he had to manage to get out of their parking lot. They made croissants and Napoleons, and little chocolate foam things, but most importantly they made incredibly delicious cakes, and John had admitted that he liked chocolate cake.
John had shown up at his apartment all of three weeks ago with his suitcases and his fucked up face wearing his dress uniform. It had lived in the back of Rodney's closet since John had taken it off, zippered away reverently in mothproof plastic as if it actually meant something other than a bitch of a way to say goodbye to a lifelong career.
Rodney tried not to think about it. Trying and actually accomplishing were very different things, however, and for the most part, he remained more bitter than John did. John woke up and wandered into the kitchen. He smiled, lazy and slow, and licked chocolate and almonds off of his fingers when Rodney came home with croissants.
Today was a cake sort of day, though. He'd just decided it. John had been quiet the night before, sullen, trying to work out where to go from where he was, and Rodney had done his best to suggest that hey, he didn't have to rush or worry about it because Rodney owned his little house straight up, and John was more than welcome.
It had probably been all the wrong things to say.
Okay. Definitely the wrong thing to say because John had been quiet all night and he hadn't been up with coffee made when Rodney finally rolled out of bed, and maybe Rodney was a little worried that John wouldn't be there when he got home, either.
It was possible. If that was the case, he was going to need the cake for himself.
...
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Date: 2009-06-16 10:14 am (UTC)Cake! And broken boys making each other better.
I've been enjoying your recs but neglecting to say so! Usually I follow the link to the story and wander off from there, forgetting to come back.
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Date: 2009-06-16 10:29 am (UTC)