Satisfaction (by Hth and linabean) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan
Categories: M/M
Warnings: none
Author on DW:hth
Author's Website: Hth on AO3 and linabean on AO3 (just this fic)
Link: Satisfaction on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Rodney and Ronon get together, but due to PTSD and being a runner all those years, Ronon can't get erections. The story's about them navigating this from different cultural perspectives and finding a way through, while falling in love. It's all about sex while actually being all about everything else, and it's touching and funny and interesting, with great characterization.
Yes, all right, they were both drunk. Everyone was drunk – it was that kind of party. That wasn’t the point.
The point was that– Look, it started with– He wanted a beer, because there was real beer, Canadian beer, so he waved his arms and called out to his good pal Ronon, who had strategically placed himself by the cooler – good man, Ronon, fine strategic mind – and made what was clearly the universal series of gestures for toss me a can of that beer, eh?
And then Ronon winged it at him – overhand, for God’s sake! – and because Rodney wasn’t drunk yet, he realized that he was in imminent danger of having his nose broken by a can of Molson’s. So of course he did the only reasonable thing: he screamed and ducked. The can hit the corner of a shelf behind him and punctured, spinning wildly and spewing foam everywhere, so that Rodney ended up with a nose in one piece, but dripping beer and being yelled at by several of his colleagues simultaneously.
The point was that Rodney hated parties and hardly ever went and only had one fashionable shirt, which was blue (not purple, Sheppard was the only person in the galaxy who thought it was purple) and had wide cuffs and gold buttons and was now quite possibly ruined, and he was scowling down at the stains and wringing out his cuffs and didn’t see Ronon approaching until it was too late, and he was being seized up under Ronon’s giant arm and squeezed into acquiescence. Ronon put a new can of beer into his hand and grinned down at him and his thumb touched the inside of Rodney’s wrist, and that was how Rodney started sleeping with his good pal Ronon.
Rec Category: Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan
Categories: M/M
Warnings: none
Author on DW:
hth Author's Website: Hth on AO3 and linabean on AO3 (just this fic)
Link: Satisfaction on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Rodney and Ronon get together, but due to PTSD and being a runner all those years, Ronon can't get erections. The story's about them navigating this from different cultural perspectives and finding a way through, while falling in love. It's all about sex while actually being all about everything else, and it's touching and funny and interesting, with great characterization.
Yes, all right, they were both drunk. Everyone was drunk – it was that kind of party. That wasn’t the point.
The point was that– Look, it started with– He wanted a beer, because there was real beer, Canadian beer, so he waved his arms and called out to his good pal Ronon, who had strategically placed himself by the cooler – good man, Ronon, fine strategic mind – and made what was clearly the universal series of gestures for toss me a can of that beer, eh?
And then Ronon winged it at him – overhand, for God’s sake! – and because Rodney wasn’t drunk yet, he realized that he was in imminent danger of having his nose broken by a can of Molson’s. So of course he did the only reasonable thing: he screamed and ducked. The can hit the corner of a shelf behind him and punctured, spinning wildly and spewing foam everywhere, so that Rodney ended up with a nose in one piece, but dripping beer and being yelled at by several of his colleagues simultaneously.
The point was that Rodney hated parties and hardly ever went and only had one fashionable shirt, which was blue (not purple, Sheppard was the only person in the galaxy who thought it was purple) and had wide cuffs and gold buttons and was now quite possibly ruined, and he was scowling down at the stains and wringing out his cuffs and didn’t see Ronon approaching until it was too late, and he was being seized up under Ronon’s giant arm and squeezed into acquiescence. Ronon put a new can of beer into his hand and grinned down at him and his thumb touched the inside of Rodney’s wrist, and that was how Rodney started sleeping with his good pal Ronon.
