we didn't mean to get poignant! here, have the ensuing porn:
drmckay: But now they will kiss slow and careful, and John will strip him of his clothes and touch him everywhere. kiss his jawline, at the pulsepoint, and say "this matters"; stroke his side, and say "and this"; press a kiss to the scar at the crook of Rodney's elbow, and say "and this." Then hold himself up and look down at Rodney and say "I love you, you stupid bastard, do you get that?" The look on his face is almost, almost ferocious, Rodney thinks, a little dazed; but John's kiss is gentle and cherishing ltcolsheppard: John is going to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and frame his face between his hands and say 'you're killing me." Rodney'll be all 'I just--don't normally get to... not with--people like you," and John will pull him into a fierce hug and rub his nose into his hair and say 'this is *different*' drmckay: Rodney says "I know, I know, it was for me, it was always, ever since you sat in the chair in Antarctica, it was something for me, but I didn't know, I didn't," and he's clinging to John so tightly ltcolsheppard: John strokes his back and kisses his ear, whispers reassurances and slowly pulls back just far enough to unfasten Rodney's jacket, pull off his shirt drmckay: Presses kisses to Rodney's jaw, his neck, his shoulder and collarbone; the press of teeth there, where he can leave a mark, something permanent, more or less, on warm skin; he's so caught up in that at first that he doesn't hear what Rodney's saying, doesn't hear the murmur that's Rodney saying "John, John, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sorry--" ltcolsheppard: And when he hears he kisses him, gently, stilling the words and murmurs "it's okay, shh, Rodney, shh," and guides him back to the bed, strips them both bare and covers Rodney's body with his own, *everywhere* he can manage, kissing him, kissing him drmckay: Rodney's clinging to him now, palms pressed flat against John's back, thighs tight against John's hips, and he's saying "Please, oh, please," almost sobbing, voice high and tight, "please, inside me, inside me--" ltcolsheppard: John keeps mumbling reassurance, hushing him, gentling him as he opens him up with slick fingers, Rodney pushing up against his hand, and when he finally pushes inside--hot, slick, *tight*--he lets out a long, shuddering breath before he begins to move. drmckay: Then they're rocking together, slow and steady, gentle, like the tides around Atlantis or the birth of stars, kissing open-mouthed and hungry ltcolsheppard: John keeps it slow, even when he wants to go faster, keeps it gentle and meaingful and sweet and close, and when he's almost there, pleasure sparking across his back and down his thighs, he makes sure he's looking at Rodney's face, meeting his eyes as he rocks toward that bright, white, fierce moment drmckay: Rodney raises one hand to cup John's cheek, fingers trembling just a little as he arches his back and comes, sharp and sweet ltcolsheppard: they come down together, clinging to each other tightly, faces buried against necks, hair, shoulders. "Love you," John mumbles, because it still hurts to think of Rodney not getting it, not understanding how much he means to him, thinking he's second best, only fit for crumbs from the table, and he says it again, squeezing him tight. drmckay: Beneath him, Rodney takes one hitching breath and says "I love you too," voice breaking a little in the middle; and then he takes another breath, and another, and says it again, and this time is voice is even and firm and loud, and he presses a kiss to John's hair, his temple ltcolsheppard: John shifts and tugs and pulls until they're both settled under the blankets, and it doesn't matter, for once, that the bed is small, because they're wrapped around each other so tightly, holding on, the missing piece of what they were never given by anyone else, and he starts to drift, lulled by the recovering thud-thud of Rodney's heart.
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drmckay: But now they will kiss slow and careful, and John will strip him of his clothes and touch him everywhere. kiss his jawline, at the pulsepoint, and say "this matters"; stroke his side, and say "and this"; press a kiss to the scar at the crook of Rodney's elbow, and say "and this." Then hold himself up and look down at Rodney and say "I love you, you stupid bastard, do you get that?" The look on his face is almost, almost ferocious, Rodney thinks, a little dazed; but John's kiss is gentle and cherishing
ltcolsheppard: John is going to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and frame his face between his hands and say 'you're killing me." Rodney'll be all 'I just--don't normally get to... not with--people like you," and John will pull him into a fierce hug and rub his nose into his hair and say 'this is *different*'
drmckay: Rodney says "I know, I know, it was for me, it was always, ever since you sat in the chair in Antarctica, it was something for me, but I didn't know, I didn't," and he's clinging to John so tightly
ltcolsheppard: John strokes his back and kisses his ear, whispers reassurances and slowly pulls back just far enough to unfasten Rodney's jacket, pull off his shirt
drmckay: Presses kisses to Rodney's jaw, his neck, his shoulder and collarbone; the press of teeth there, where he can leave a mark, something permanent, more or less, on warm skin; he's so caught up in that at first that he doesn't hear what Rodney's saying, doesn't hear the murmur that's Rodney saying "John, John, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sorry--"
ltcolsheppard: And when he hears he kisses him, gently, stilling the words and murmurs "it's okay, shh, Rodney, shh," and guides him back to the bed, strips them both bare and covers Rodney's body with his own, *everywhere* he can manage, kissing him, kissing him
drmckay: Rodney's clinging to him now, palms pressed flat against John's back, thighs tight against John's hips, and he's saying "Please, oh, please," almost sobbing, voice high and tight, "please, inside me, inside me--"
ltcolsheppard: John keeps mumbling reassurance, hushing him, gentling him as he opens him up with slick fingers, Rodney pushing up against his hand, and when he finally pushes inside--hot, slick, *tight*--he lets out a long, shuddering breath before he begins to move.
drmckay: Then they're rocking together, slow and steady, gentle, like the tides around Atlantis or the birth of stars, kissing open-mouthed and hungry
ltcolsheppard: John keeps it slow, even when he wants to go faster, keeps it gentle and meaingful and sweet and close, and when he's almost there, pleasure sparking across his back and down his thighs, he makes sure he's looking at Rodney's face, meeting his eyes as he rocks toward that bright, white, fierce moment
drmckay: Rodney raises one hand to cup John's cheek, fingers trembling just a little as he arches his back and comes, sharp and sweet
ltcolsheppard: they come down together, clinging to each other tightly, faces buried against necks, hair, shoulders. "Love you," John mumbles, because it still hurts to think of Rodney not getting it, not understanding how much he means to him, thinking he's second best, only fit for crumbs from the table, and he says it again, squeezing him tight.
drmckay: Beneath him, Rodney takes one hitching breath and says "I love you too," voice breaking a little in the middle; and then he takes another breath, and another, and says it again, and this time is voice is even and firm and loud, and he presses a kiss to John's hair, his temple
ltcolsheppard: John shifts and tugs and pulls until they're both settled under the blankets, and it doesn't matter, for once, that the bed is small, because they're wrapped around each other so tightly, holding on, the missing piece of what they were never given by anyone else, and he starts to drift, lulled by the recovering thud-thud of Rodney's heart.