Clean Plate Club (by yin_again) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: AU
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Radek Zelenka, Simpson, Elizabeth Weir, Evan Lorne, Laura Cadman, Stackhouse, Markham
Categories: M/M
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: Yin's old website on Wayback has way more fics than AO3
Link: Clean Plate Club - the initial story. Followed by 9 shorter snippets in the same 'verse - on Yin's old site as above.
Why This Must Be Read: Yin loved writing AUs, and this is a classic in which Rodney's a genius and incredibly demanding chef and food stylist and John's a hot photographer. It's hilarious, with loads of snark, excellent characterisation, romance, and, being yin, it's also super hot.
Rodney's mouth went dry when he realized what John wanted. Luckily, his job depended on steady hands, so they didn't shake when he reached out for a strawberry and grasped it by the leaves. He automatically assessed it - good size, good color, crappy symmetry. He braced his hand under John's and dipped the strawberry into the whipped cream cheese, then rolled it in the large-crystal sugar. He took a quick breath and held the berry out.
John's teeth were very white. The top ones were perfectly straight, the bottom ones endearingly crooked. His lips were full, and the lower one brushed against the tip of Rodney's thumb. John pulled back and chewed, then licked the red juice from his lips.
"Oh," he moaned, his eyes closing halfway. "That's really good."
Rodney ate the rest of the strawberry in his hand and flicked the top toward one of the garbage cans placed around the food prep area. It really was good - the firm flesh of the strawberry, the rich thickness of the cream cheese, the sweet crunch of the sugar. Rodney tried not to think about the fact that this combination was one he used at the end of dates, when he really, really wanted to get laid. Despite the attempt to not think about it, he still could feel the first stirrings of a hard-on. Thank god he was wearing a heavy black canvas apron.
They stood there looking at each other for a second before one of John's assistants - the tiny girl with red-gold hair and a voice to rival Rodney's for sheer volume - called him away.
John smiled and shrugged. "Duty calls. Thanks for the food," he said, then walked off.
Rodney turned around to see Simpson staring at him. "What?" he barked.
She blushed and waved a hand around. "I...just...you and Shep," she gulped. "For a second there I found you sexy." She swallowed hard. "This must be what going mad feels like."
"Lose your mind on your own time," Rodney snapped, shouldering past her.
Rec Category: AU
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Radek Zelenka, Simpson, Elizabeth Weir, Evan Lorne, Laura Cadman, Stackhouse, Markham
Categories: M/M
Warnings: Nil
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: Yin's old website on Wayback has way more fics than AO3
Link: Clean Plate Club - the initial story. Followed by 9 shorter snippets in the same 'verse - on Yin's old site as above.
Why This Must Be Read: Yin loved writing AUs, and this is a classic in which Rodney's a genius and incredibly demanding chef and food stylist and John's a hot photographer. It's hilarious, with loads of snark, excellent characterisation, romance, and, being yin, it's also super hot.
Rodney's mouth went dry when he realized what John wanted. Luckily, his job depended on steady hands, so they didn't shake when he reached out for a strawberry and grasped it by the leaves. He automatically assessed it - good size, good color, crappy symmetry. He braced his hand under John's and dipped the strawberry into the whipped cream cheese, then rolled it in the large-crystal sugar. He took a quick breath and held the berry out.
John's teeth were very white. The top ones were perfectly straight, the bottom ones endearingly crooked. His lips were full, and the lower one brushed against the tip of Rodney's thumb. John pulled back and chewed, then licked the red juice from his lips.
"Oh," he moaned, his eyes closing halfway. "That's really good."
Rodney ate the rest of the strawberry in his hand and flicked the top toward one of the garbage cans placed around the food prep area. It really was good - the firm flesh of the strawberry, the rich thickness of the cream cheese, the sweet crunch of the sugar. Rodney tried not to think about the fact that this combination was one he used at the end of dates, when he really, really wanted to get laid. Despite the attempt to not think about it, he still could feel the first stirrings of a hard-on. Thank god he was wearing a heavy black canvas apron.
They stood there looking at each other for a second before one of John's assistants - the tiny girl with red-gold hair and a voice to rival Rodney's for sheer volume - called him away.
John smiled and shrugged. "Duty calls. Thanks for the food," he said, then walked off.
Rodney turned around to see Simpson staring at him. "What?" he barked.
She blushed and waved a hand around. "I...just...you and Shep," she gulped. "For a second there I found you sexy." She swallowed hard. "This must be what going mad feels like."
"Lose your mind on your own time," Rodney snapped, shouldering past her.
