stargateficrec | Singularity by esteefee (NC-17)

Show: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:

esteefee
Author's Website:
Link: Singularity

Why This Must Be Read:

In this post-'Enemy At The Gate' romp, a team tour of San Francisco makes it impossible for John to hide from Rodney anymore.

Excerpt:

When John wakes up he isn't sure where he is for a second, and that's strange enough, because he's been on high alert ever since he can remember; the last time he woke up disoriented from the tail of a dream was back before Basic. And then he feels a shift of movement behind him and thinks, Oh, right, Rodney-- and just like that his heart begins to race, as if all the panic he'd been holding back is suddenly swamping him at once.

Because there's no way he should have done this. Because leaving aside the fact Rodney is a guy, he's also Rodney, and that's just...John can't really find a good comparison beyond like taking on a hive ship with nothing but a peashooter.

Not that John hasn't done some reckless things, time and again, but this just takes the effing cake.

Stupid, shortsighted and reckless though he is, John decides he isn't a coward, and resists his initial urge to sneak out of bed and find his uniform and get the hell out before Rodney wakes up. But John does inch forward a little to create some space between them, because he can feel Rodney's morning hard-on making intimate with the back of his thigh, and that's just weird on so many levels John can't count.

The night before comes back slowly--too much beer and exhaustion, and the way Rodney's weight had crushed him to the mattress and the desperate sounds Rodney made while he rubbed his cock against John's...and the totally embarrassing noise John made when he came. And Rodney's smile--not smug, like John would've expected, but sweet and relieved and almost tender--

God. He has to stop thinking about this.

Rodney jerks suddenly, making the bed bounce, and says blearily, "What?"

So, the jig is up. John rubs a hand over his mouth to check for drool and knuckles his eyes before sitting up and turning to look.

"Hey," he says, to Rodney's wide-eyed expression, and Rodney blinks once before closing his mouth and twisting his lips. Not quite a frown, but not a smile, either.

"Oh, God," Rodney says.

"Yeah. Pretty much," John agrees, turning away. He's already thinking what about Keller? And what about the fact they are now on Earth, right in the middle of the San Francisco Bay, and could they have picked a worse possible time to have fallen into whatever they fell into last night, under the influence of strong, imported ale and having escaped near-death and the invasion of Earth by wraith?

Is that all it takes for John to turn over a brand-new leaf and have sex with a guy, rub up against another guy's cock and--Jesus, what a fucking mess.

"So, I'll just go," John says when Rodney doesn't speak, a heavy, silent lump behind him. "We'll just call this a fluke."

"A fluke." Rodney's voice is dry.

"An anomaly. A singularity. A really stupid--"

"Yes," Rodney interrupts him. "Quite so. I blame you, of course." There's a bit of humor there, which John clutches onto desperately--maybe they can get out of this alive.

"I'm sorry," he says anyway, feeling like a jerk, because this is Rodney, and John shouldn't have. Even if Rodney was the one who started the whole damned thing; and boy, you'd think that would make John feel better, except John had jumped at the chance like a soldier offered a two-day pass in Bangkok.

"There's no need to apologize," Rodney says stiffly. "If anything, I should be the one--"

"It was us. It was both of us," John says as he leans over to locate his boxers. Rodney is silent behind him as he pulls them up and then wrestles on his shirt. He can feel Rodney's eyes on him, and a shiver travels over the skin of his back. John doesn't know why, but being the focus of Rodney's attention like that--hell, any kind of attention from Rodney--makes him want more of it. It's always been that way, but now it's worse. Now that he's known this.

He really, really has to get out of here.

His pants are in the corner where he'd left them after they'd almost tripped him by hanging around his ankles. He gets up and pulls them on, then kicks his boots over to the bed and finally looks at Rodney again.

Rodney has his hands in his lap and is staring down at them. He looks smaller, somehow, and the guilt flares up again, so John says roughly, "What about Keller?"

Rodney flinches. "You don't remember?" he asks bitterly.

"Remember what?" But John has a really bad feeling.

"She broke up with me. Right after we landed, if you can believe it. There I was, happily babbling about what we would do now that we're back on Earth, and she tells me she's not so sure if being 'entirely exclusive' is the right thing for her at this time. That led to...words. And the end result is, we broke up. I told you that last night, and then we--with the beer--and I--"

John chews on that for a moment. "Then this was--" he waves his hand at Rodney on the bed, "a rebound thing?" he finishes, feeling like an asshole and a total idiot.

"I thought you said it was an anomaly?" Rodney says sarcastically.

"Right. Right." A flash of Rodney kissing him flickers through John's mind. He blows out a breath and then sits down to get his boots on. "I'll just get out of your hair."

"You do that."

John is dressed and at the door, poised to open it, when he realizes he's been waiting for Rodney to call him back. Like for some reason the info about Keller meant this was something different, or that he wants a different outcome, which he really doesn't. So he swipes his hand over the crystal and says, "So long."

Rodney doesn't say a thing.

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