Rodney crawls up the bed, peeling the blankets back layer by layer, Athosian wool over Samadian cotton over worn polyester, a relic of a time long past, sliding cold hands beneath the warm gold silk to press against John's flesh, to feel John jump, growl caught between his teeth when he sees Rodney. "You."
Rodney settles on John's hips and smiles into sleepy hazel eyes, drawing his hands down John's chest over the material to feel John's shudder and rides the gentle rock of his hips; maybe not so long a day after all. "Like I said. You wear it. When I'm out." He wonders if John jerks off when he wears it, if it's the material against his skin or that Rodney wears it. Mostly he doesn't care; he just wants to watch.
Utterly gorgeous.
I love the backstory here, and the sense of scarcity, and the way Pegasus has become home, and Rodney having learned to hunt and shoot and plow (I have such a thing for competency, and I love the idea of Rodney becoming competent in those physical ways to match his mental prowess) and oh, their reunion, and John, and the bed jacket, and the fabric...!
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Date: 2008-04-21 10:21 pm (UTC)Rodney settles on John's hips and smiles into sleepy hazel eyes, drawing his hands down John's chest over the material to feel John's shudder and rides the gentle rock of his hips; maybe not so long a day after all. "Like I said. You wear it. When I'm out." He wonders if John jerks off when he wears it, if it's the material against his skin or that Rodney wears it. Mostly he doesn't care; he just wants to watch.
Utterly gorgeous.
I love the backstory here, and the sense of scarcity, and the way Pegasus has become home, and Rodney having learned to hunt and shoot and plow (I have such a thing for competency, and I love the idea of Rodney becoming competent in those physical ways to match his mental prowess) and oh, their reunion, and John, and the bed jacket, and the fabric...!