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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: AU
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard
Categories: Slash, Romance
Warnings: None
Author's Journal:sheafrotherdon
Author's Website:![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
sheafrotherdon
Link: A Whole World of Trouble
Why This Must Be Read: Sheafrotherdon is well-known in SGA for her AUs and this one follows John Sheppard, small town boy, carpenter, and country singer at the local dance hall. He runs into a college professor from the next big town over, who's just looking for a decent beer. This slow, sweet romance makes good use of its setting in a slow, small town, bringing together two men who seem settled into their lives, but still ready to make room in their hearts for the right person. Warm and lovely and gentle, this is comfort fic of the finest kind.
With a sequel by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
argosy: Little Things You Say and Do
"Well, forgive me for having some apprehension about my ability to do what you were doing in there. Earlier. With the . . . " Rodney twirls a hand as if to encompass dancing.
John acts as though he hasn't heard him. "Just close your eyes and listen to the music for a minute," he says, voice low. "It'll help." And Rodney obeys, giving John all the time in the world to study the tilt of his chin, the stubble darkening his jaw, the cowlick of hair sticking up at the back of his head, the breadth of his shoulders. "There you go," John breathes as he watches Rodney relax a little, and eases up close, setting a hand on Rodney's hip. "Now – " He makes a soothing noise as Rodney stiffens, waits until he relaxes again. " – it's all about body contact. Going with the flow. It's not hard." And he presses his knee between Rodney's legs, persistent until Rodney widens his stance, lets him slide in close. "There you go," John murmurs. "Now just follow what I do." And he nudges him into motion, using his hips, his thighs, to guide Rodney into a slow-shuffle approximation of what everyone in Henderson's been doing since they were born.
John's breath quickens at the intimacy of it, the trusting, inexpert shift of Rodney's body against his, the scent of their sweat and the heat that's bleeding from Rodney's hands into his arms. There's no sound save the noises that make up a Henderson silence – bullfrogs and crickets, the shiver and moan of a song on the radio. John closes his eyes, lets his nose graze Rodney's temple, and in the next instant Rodney's jerking in his arms, eyes blown wide.
"Am I the girl?" he asks in a rush. "Are you teaching me to be the girl? I'm dancing the girl's part aren't I, oh my god, you're dooming me to social ostracism and – "
"Rodney?" John waits for the rush of words to slow then die. "I've never thought of you as a girl," he murmurs, and nudges his hips against Rodney's to demonstrate just how much his body's reacting to the fact that Rodney's a man. Rodney gasps, fingers tightening on John's arms, and that's when John leans in, steals whatever Rodney might say next with a slow, wet kiss.
Rec Category: AU
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard
Categories: Slash, Romance
Warnings: None
Author's Journal:
sheafrotherdonAuthor's Website:
Link: A Whole World of Trouble
Why This Must Be Read: Sheafrotherdon is well-known in SGA for her AUs and this one follows John Sheppard, small town boy, carpenter, and country singer at the local dance hall. He runs into a college professor from the next big town over, who's just looking for a decent beer. This slow, sweet romance makes good use of its setting in a slow, small town, bringing together two men who seem settled into their lives, but still ready to make room in their hearts for the right person. Warm and lovely and gentle, this is comfort fic of the finest kind.
With a sequel by
argosy: Little Things You Say and Do"Well, forgive me for having some apprehension about my ability to do what you were doing in there. Earlier. With the . . . " Rodney twirls a hand as if to encompass dancing.
John acts as though he hasn't heard him. "Just close your eyes and listen to the music for a minute," he says, voice low. "It'll help." And Rodney obeys, giving John all the time in the world to study the tilt of his chin, the stubble darkening his jaw, the cowlick of hair sticking up at the back of his head, the breadth of his shoulders. "There you go," John breathes as he watches Rodney relax a little, and eases up close, setting a hand on Rodney's hip. "Now – " He makes a soothing noise as Rodney stiffens, waits until he relaxes again. " – it's all about body contact. Going with the flow. It's not hard." And he presses his knee between Rodney's legs, persistent until Rodney widens his stance, lets him slide in close. "There you go," John murmurs. "Now just follow what I do." And he nudges him into motion, using his hips, his thighs, to guide Rodney into a slow-shuffle approximation of what everyone in Henderson's been doing since they were born.
John's breath quickens at the intimacy of it, the trusting, inexpert shift of Rodney's body against his, the scent of their sweat and the heat that's bleeding from Rodney's hands into his arms. There's no sound save the noises that make up a Henderson silence – bullfrogs and crickets, the shiver and moan of a song on the radio. John closes his eyes, lets his nose graze Rodney's temple, and in the next instant Rodney's jerking in his arms, eyes blown wide.
"Am I the girl?" he asks in a rush. "Are you teaching me to be the girl? I'm dancing the girl's part aren't I, oh my god, you're dooming me to social ostracism and – "
"Rodney?" John waits for the rush of words to slow then die. "I've never thought of you as a girl," he murmurs, and nudges his hips against Rodney's to demonstrate just how much his body's reacting to the fact that Rodney's a man. Rodney gasps, fingers tightening on John's arms, and that's when John leans in, steals whatever Rodney might say next with a slow, wet kiss.
