SGA Fic: Like You Back (Brain Storm)
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erdaTitle: Like You Back
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keefaq
Word count: 1626
Pairing: John/Ronon, John/Rodney
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Transformative work
Summary: The camping trip goes okay but the homecoming is better. Good things do happen sometimes.
Missing Scene and Tag for 5.16: Brain Storm
Written for the Season Five Tagathon at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_episodefic
John knows it has to be getting to Ronon watching Rodney trail around after Keller. Ronon acts just the same as he always has, but the more Ronon tries to act like he doesn’t care, the more John knows it’s killing him inside. Everyone thinks Ronon is hot, and everyone knows Rodney is not, so no way had he ever seriously considered that Keller might choose Rodney over Ronon. It just doesn’t make any sense.
A nice camping trip away from Atlantis, away from everything to do with Rodney and Keller, is a great idea. He can give Ronon some more surfing lessons and they can relax and do guy stuff. He makes sure they leave before Rodney and Keller do; Ronon grabs ninety percent of their gear and they hop through the gate without any awkward goodbyes.
The day goes just like he’d hoped it would. Ronon doesn’t seem to have a care in the world, and the bastard is a natural at surfing, totally reckless and grinning as he triumphs over every wave, even the ones that knock him flat; it’s just a good day all around.
Later Ronon wanders off by himself, but before John can work up any concern that he might be off brooding, he bursts back onto the campsite waving the hideously bloody corpse of one of the rabbit like creatures native to the planet. It takes him less than five minutes to skin and clean the thing and hang it over the campfire John had started before the daylight had begun to fade. So there’s fresh meat to go with the rations they’ve brought, plus some of the fruit things that grow all over the mainland, which taste much sweeter freshly picked than they had the couple of times they’d been served in the mess, or maybe his appetite has just been primed by the long day on the beach. Whatever, it’s all good, and he is pretty sure Ronon isn’t thinking at all about what McKay and Keller might be doing as he pulls a chunk of meat off his stick with a typically feral grin and chews noisily and unselfconsciously. John can’t help but smile back at him a little.
“Too bad about McKay and Keller,” Ronon says, thereby destroying John’s illusions. “Ever notice how when you really, really like someone they hardly ever like you back as much as you like them?”
John frowns. He’s been working all day to avoid this conversation. “You like Keller that much?” he asks.
Ronon shrugs like he hasn’t a care in the world. “I think she’s cute.”
As the darkness settles in, the firefly moths come out, the edges of their pale wings lined with little yellow lights, like the runner lights on a plane, and Ronon swats at them in annoyance, completely taking the amazing little creatures for granted. They’re attracted to the fire and they encircle the campsite, alighting in the grass and waving their wings in a slow lazy rhythm that makes their lights ripple. He scoops one of them up to study it, careful not to touch the delicate material of its wings.
Ronon rolls onto his side to face him, gives him a lazy smile, and deliberately cups one hand over the bulge in his pants. Ronon told him a long time ago that back home soldiers often slept together, and John’s explained to him that he wouldn’t have any problem with it himself, but it’s strictly against the rules. Ronon hasn’t brought it up since. John's surprised by the sudden invitation.
When Ronon crawls into the tent he scuffs out the fire and follows, follows him right onto the rough bed Ronon has made with soft underbrush beneath his sleeping bag. He leaves the tent flap up, and the light from both moons shines straight into the tent and onto Ronon, stretched out on his back with his pants undone, stroking his erection with solid pleasure. He watches as John slowly gets undressed, then leans over and hands him a condom. He has a bottle full of a thick clear oil that he clearly intends as a lubricant, and John doesn’t know how to feel about Ronon planning this, but when Ronon rolls onto his stomach, spreads his legs and pushes himself up slightly on his knees, John doesn't overthink it.
By the second day Ronon has lost interest in surfing, and he spends most of his time tracking and killing small animals and gathering various plants for them to eat. John has to come out of the water and make appreciative noises over every find, but he doesn’t mind. There’s something soothing and comfortable in Ronon’s simple pride in his own resourcefulness, and the simple meals he gathers and prepares for them are a welcome change from cafeteria food.
At night that same resourcefulness and simplicity makes Ronon an uncomplicated lover, and John tries not to worry about it. On their last night, wrapped up together in the dense air of the tent, he tries to explain, but Ronon grips him close and laughs softly and wetly into his neck. “What’s that thing your people say?” he whispers -John has never heard Ronon whisper like that, teasingly- before this trip he might have said Ronon was incapable of sounding that intimate, but he’s learned better over the past few days. “What happens on the mainland stays on the mainland,” Ronon whispers. He bites down on John’s neck, but not hard enough to bruise.
****
Rodney and Keller have been back for days, but John hasn’t seen either of them yet. He’s been hearing, ad nauseam, about what happened while they were on earth, how they saved the day, what a great team they were, etc, and he doesn’t really need to hear about it from Rodney.
He’s been coming out to the pier by himself a lot, having a couple of beers, because, well, because he likes to torture himself. Ronon doesn’t have time to drink on the pier, he’s too busy running after his new friend, Amelia Banks. He wonders about that. Ronon just doesn't seem very broken up over losing Keller. John knows Rodney can find him here, but he figures Rodney, like Ronon, is too wrapped up in his new relationship to care, so he’s surprised when Rodney appears, sits down beside him with a groan and a complaint about his ass freezing off from sitting outside with an idiot in the dead of night.
John gives Rodney a smile, but Rodney doesn’t return it. Instead, he looks down at the beer he’s brought for himself, opens it and takes a long drink. There’s a breeze off the water, but it’s too warm to justify the shiver that comes over John when he thinks about the look on Rodney’s face. The last time he saw that look was when Rodney showed him the ring he’d bought for Katie Brown.
“Can I tell you something?” Rodney asks softly. He sounds freaked, and John wants to say no, hell, no. Rodney is his best friend in the world, but right now he just wants to punch him as hard as he can, really pummel him without mercy.
He can’t stand to look at Rodney directly, but he can see Rodney’s broad fingers nervously twisting on his beer can. “Sure,” he says, and he wishes he believed in heaven, because goddammit he deserves a reward for this somewhere.
Rodney takes a loud gulp of air and then doesn’t say anything at all.
John is okay with silence, it’s fine with him, but he knows Rodney can’t stand it. The silence goes on and on until Rodney’s discomfort unnerves John completely, and he says, the words rising from some inner organ of lameness, “I guess things are going pretty good with you and Keller.”
Rodney clears his throat and starts talking all in a rush, like he does sometimes. He says, “See, when I was on earth, even before everything started going to hell, I... I kind of missed you. Jennifer is a wonderful person, but the thing is, I kept forgetting about her, even when she was the only other person in the room, and I realized I never have to try to remember you, but when you’re not around I have trouble remembering who I am, who I’ve become, and Ronon said something to me yesterday that made me think maybe I should talk to you about that, because if there’s, if there was any possibility at all that, that we could, that you would-”
John can hardly hear Rodney over the pounding of his heart. “What did Ronon say to you?” he asks.
Rodney stops and takes another long drink from his beer. He glances at John once, fast and terrified, then averts his gaze, because basically Rodney is an idiot, a lovable, adorable, clueless idiot who needs relationship advice from Ronon. “He said that it hardly ever happens that when you really, really like someone they like you back just as much as you like them, so if there’s a possibility of that happening, it’s worth taking a little risk just to see, and he made me think, or hope, that maybe, I don’t know... ” Rodney trails off into silence. He looks like he might throw up or something.
“Rodney,” John says. His voice comes out all rough and grumbly, and Rodney startles and leans away as if he thinks that now John might punch him, which makes John huff out a laugh as he pulls Rodney back in and wraps his arms around him. He can see Rodney try to look outraged for a moment before he gives it up and pulls John’s mouth down to meet his in a kiss that’s awkward and eager and all Rodney, and being Rodney is all John has ever wanted Rodney to do.
Author:
keefaqWord count: 1626
Pairing: John/Ronon, John/Rodney
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Transformative work
Summary: The camping trip goes okay but the homecoming is better. Good things do happen sometimes.
Missing Scene and Tag for 5.16: Brain Storm
Written for the Season Five Tagathon at
sga_episodeficJohn knows it has to be getting to Ronon watching Rodney trail around after Keller. Ronon acts just the same as he always has, but the more Ronon tries to act like he doesn’t care, the more John knows it’s killing him inside. Everyone thinks Ronon is hot, and everyone knows Rodney is not, so no way had he ever seriously considered that Keller might choose Rodney over Ronon. It just doesn’t make any sense.
A nice camping trip away from Atlantis, away from everything to do with Rodney and Keller, is a great idea. He can give Ronon some more surfing lessons and they can relax and do guy stuff. He makes sure they leave before Rodney and Keller do; Ronon grabs ninety percent of their gear and they hop through the gate without any awkward goodbyes.
The day goes just like he’d hoped it would. Ronon doesn’t seem to have a care in the world, and the bastard is a natural at surfing, totally reckless and grinning as he triumphs over every wave, even the ones that knock him flat; it’s just a good day all around.
Later Ronon wanders off by himself, but before John can work up any concern that he might be off brooding, he bursts back onto the campsite waving the hideously bloody corpse of one of the rabbit like creatures native to the planet. It takes him less than five minutes to skin and clean the thing and hang it over the campfire John had started before the daylight had begun to fade. So there’s fresh meat to go with the rations they’ve brought, plus some of the fruit things that grow all over the mainland, which taste much sweeter freshly picked than they had the couple of times they’d been served in the mess, or maybe his appetite has just been primed by the long day on the beach. Whatever, it’s all good, and he is pretty sure Ronon isn’t thinking at all about what McKay and Keller might be doing as he pulls a chunk of meat off his stick with a typically feral grin and chews noisily and unselfconsciously. John can’t help but smile back at him a little.
“Too bad about McKay and Keller,” Ronon says, thereby destroying John’s illusions. “Ever notice how when you really, really like someone they hardly ever like you back as much as you like them?”
John frowns. He’s been working all day to avoid this conversation. “You like Keller that much?” he asks.
Ronon shrugs like he hasn’t a care in the world. “I think she’s cute.”
As the darkness settles in, the firefly moths come out, the edges of their pale wings lined with little yellow lights, like the runner lights on a plane, and Ronon swats at them in annoyance, completely taking the amazing little creatures for granted. They’re attracted to the fire and they encircle the campsite, alighting in the grass and waving their wings in a slow lazy rhythm that makes their lights ripple. He scoops one of them up to study it, careful not to touch the delicate material of its wings.
Ronon rolls onto his side to face him, gives him a lazy smile, and deliberately cups one hand over the bulge in his pants. Ronon told him a long time ago that back home soldiers often slept together, and John’s explained to him that he wouldn’t have any problem with it himself, but it’s strictly against the rules. Ronon hasn’t brought it up since. John's surprised by the sudden invitation.
When Ronon crawls into the tent he scuffs out the fire and follows, follows him right onto the rough bed Ronon has made with soft underbrush beneath his sleeping bag. He leaves the tent flap up, and the light from both moons shines straight into the tent and onto Ronon, stretched out on his back with his pants undone, stroking his erection with solid pleasure. He watches as John slowly gets undressed, then leans over and hands him a condom. He has a bottle full of a thick clear oil that he clearly intends as a lubricant, and John doesn’t know how to feel about Ronon planning this, but when Ronon rolls onto his stomach, spreads his legs and pushes himself up slightly on his knees, John doesn't overthink it.
By the second day Ronon has lost interest in surfing, and he spends most of his time tracking and killing small animals and gathering various plants for them to eat. John has to come out of the water and make appreciative noises over every find, but he doesn’t mind. There’s something soothing and comfortable in Ronon’s simple pride in his own resourcefulness, and the simple meals he gathers and prepares for them are a welcome change from cafeteria food.
At night that same resourcefulness and simplicity makes Ronon an uncomplicated lover, and John tries not to worry about it. On their last night, wrapped up together in the dense air of the tent, he tries to explain, but Ronon grips him close and laughs softly and wetly into his neck. “What’s that thing your people say?” he whispers -John has never heard Ronon whisper like that, teasingly- before this trip he might have said Ronon was incapable of sounding that intimate, but he’s learned better over the past few days. “What happens on the mainland stays on the mainland,” Ronon whispers. He bites down on John’s neck, but not hard enough to bruise.
Rodney and Keller have been back for days, but John hasn’t seen either of them yet. He’s been hearing, ad nauseam, about what happened while they were on earth, how they saved the day, what a great team they were, etc, and he doesn’t really need to hear about it from Rodney.
He’s been coming out to the pier by himself a lot, having a couple of beers, because, well, because he likes to torture himself. Ronon doesn’t have time to drink on the pier, he’s too busy running after his new friend, Amelia Banks. He wonders about that. Ronon just doesn't seem very broken up over losing Keller. John knows Rodney can find him here, but he figures Rodney, like Ronon, is too wrapped up in his new relationship to care, so he’s surprised when Rodney appears, sits down beside him with a groan and a complaint about his ass freezing off from sitting outside with an idiot in the dead of night.
John gives Rodney a smile, but Rodney doesn’t return it. Instead, he looks down at the beer he’s brought for himself, opens it and takes a long drink. There’s a breeze off the water, but it’s too warm to justify the shiver that comes over John when he thinks about the look on Rodney’s face. The last time he saw that look was when Rodney showed him the ring he’d bought for Katie Brown.
“Can I tell you something?” Rodney asks softly. He sounds freaked, and John wants to say no, hell, no. Rodney is his best friend in the world, but right now he just wants to punch him as hard as he can, really pummel him without mercy.
He can’t stand to look at Rodney directly, but he can see Rodney’s broad fingers nervously twisting on his beer can. “Sure,” he says, and he wishes he believed in heaven, because goddammit he deserves a reward for this somewhere.
Rodney takes a loud gulp of air and then doesn’t say anything at all.
John is okay with silence, it’s fine with him, but he knows Rodney can’t stand it. The silence goes on and on until Rodney’s discomfort unnerves John completely, and he says, the words rising from some inner organ of lameness, “I guess things are going pretty good with you and Keller.”
Rodney clears his throat and starts talking all in a rush, like he does sometimes. He says, “See, when I was on earth, even before everything started going to hell, I... I kind of missed you. Jennifer is a wonderful person, but the thing is, I kept forgetting about her, even when she was the only other person in the room, and I realized I never have to try to remember you, but when you’re not around I have trouble remembering who I am, who I’ve become, and Ronon said something to me yesterday that made me think maybe I should talk to you about that, because if there’s, if there was any possibility at all that, that we could, that you would-”
John can hardly hear Rodney over the pounding of his heart. “What did Ronon say to you?” he asks.
Rodney stops and takes another long drink from his beer. He glances at John once, fast and terrified, then averts his gaze, because basically Rodney is an idiot, a lovable, adorable, clueless idiot who needs relationship advice from Ronon. “He said that it hardly ever happens that when you really, really like someone they like you back just as much as you like them, so if there’s a possibility of that happening, it’s worth taking a little risk just to see, and he made me think, or hope, that maybe, I don’t know... ” Rodney trails off into silence. He looks like he might throw up or something.
“Rodney,” John says. His voice comes out all rough and grumbly, and Rodney startles and leans away as if he thinks that now John might punch him, which makes John huff out a laugh as he pulls Rodney back in and wraps his arms around him. He can see Rodney try to look outraged for a moment before he gives it up and pulls John’s mouth down to meet his in a kiss that’s awkward and eager and all Rodney, and being Rodney is all John has ever wanted Rodney to do.