stargateficrec | King of Wishful Thinking by margarks (NC17)

Show:SGA

Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Elizabeth Weir, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Peter Kavanagh
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: Slash, Alternate Universe, Romance
Warnings: Adult Themes
Author on LJ:

margark
Author's Website: mango kiwi tropical swirl
Link: King Of Wishful Thinking part 1 on LJ with links to the other parts
Link: King Of Wishful Thinking on Wraithbait

Why This Must Be Read: The Summary says: Based on the movie Pretty Woman, but with an SGA twist.
Rodney is the millionaire and John is the escort and exactly as described in the summary.

Rodney squinted into the darkness. The man's slow drawl brought him up short. He wasn't sure why.

“Is there something you wanted?"

“Just checking to see if there was something you wanted." The stranger bent forward, sticking his head partially in the window. His eyes were a strange mix of green and brown, and his hair was attractively mussed. He smiled at Rodney, a sort of half-smile that made Rodney's own lips curve upward without conscious thought.

“Something I wanted?"

The stranger rolled his eyes. Rodney felt vaguely offended.

“Yes, you know... “ he let the words trail off, but when Rodney didn't fill the blank he went on. “Like a date?"

Rodney's whole face flushed. “No! Oh my god! What kind of guy do you think I am?"

“Oh," The stranger blinked. To Rodney's annoyance, it made him look utterly adorable. “Sorry. If you keep going you might find someone more your taste a few blocks down."

“What?" Rodney sputtered. “No! I mean, you're perfectly to my taste." He flushed again, wishing he could just close his eyes and bang his head against the steering wheel. “What I mean is that I'm not the kind of guy who pays for dates!"

“Oh, well. You should probably be more careful about where you park your car, then." The stranger gestured at the rest of the street, clearly occupied by a string of loose limbed, young men.

Rodney exhaled a frustrated breath. “Look, I'm lost. I was just stopping to see if I could find a map in the glove box or something."

“Need directions?"

“Do you honestly expect me to believe you know where the W hotel is?" Rodney wasn't a snob but he doubted this gigolo had ever stayed at a hotel that didn't charge per hour.

“Actually, yeah. I live in this city, remember? I pretty much know where all the tourist spots are and the W is smack dab in the middle."

“Oh. Right. Well, then, how do I get there?"

“I'll show you if you let me drive." The stranger reached in and caressed the dash, and Rodney tried not to let the sight affect him. “This is an amazingly sweet ride. Rental?"

“A friend's."

“Must be some friend. This is the fastest car in existence, did you know that? It can go upwards of 250 mph." Those hazel eyes were dilating, and Rodney imagined it was close to the look the stranger might get while, uh, performing his duties.

“I don't even know your name." Rodney couldn't seriously entertain the idea of letting a complete stranger drive Elizabeth's car.

“What do you want it to be?"

The smile the gigolo gave him made Rodney's pulse kick up a notch.

Not liking his reaction, Rodney gave him his death glare and then felt something in his stomach flutter when the stranger chuckled.

“John. It's John."

“Yeah, right. Could you get anymore generic? If you don't want to tell me, then don't," Rodney said, pushing open his door and stepping out. “And I guess I don't really have a choice, do I? If I ever want to see my hotel again, it's either let you drive or ask some other gigolo for directions."

John, if that was even his name, threw back his head and laughed.