Picture Book by Huntertp3
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sga_flashficTitle: Picture Book
Pairing: Sheppard/Ford/Franco Rivera (Rescue Me)
Warnings: Crossover fic, Kinks (nothing graphic), Set in season 1
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The charachter of Franco Rivera belongs to fx and the creators of Rescue Me. No profit made
John loves when things are still able to surprise him. It comes so infrequently that it always feels like more than it probably is. The latest one comes from a simple photograph hidden in a checkered notebook.
“Who’s this?”
Looking over from his position on the bed Ford smiles widely. “Franco Rivera, he was my best friend growing up”
John examines the picture intently; sees the way the two men stand near each other. He may not know much about Ford, but body language was unmistakable. “You two seem to be close”.
“Very close” Ford tells him, abandoning the bed completely and walking over to stand beside John.
“We grew up in New York, typical city boys who thought the world began and ended when we said so”
Sheppard watches as Ford snatches the picture from his hands and looks at it quizzically, “Last I heard…” he begins before stopping to concentrate, “he’s a fireman in the city, with a little girl I think”.
“So you two didn’t?” Sheppard asks, and the question elicits a smile from Ford. In the moments like these, when John sees Ford’s mind working, he wants to know everything about him. So young and full of complexities that John can't grasp onto.
“Oh yes, we did that” he watches Ford scratch the picture; it doesn’t occur to John that this had been his one personal item. “You brought this? Why?” and without answering him, Ford places the photo on the nightstand and pulls John back into bed.
“Our relationship was… Intense” Ford says, running a finger down John’s bicep.
“Violent, you mean”
That had been the most surprising thing about Ford. His need to be so overtly physical when he and John had sex. The first night had left John with one of the nastiest bruises he had received in awhile. John hadn’t understood why he returned again and again.
“No” Ford tells him, the note of anger is a beat under his own natural voice. “I never understand why people say that”. John wonders if Ford sees how ludicrous he believes that statement to be. “It’s not exactly what people would call normal”.
“It’s not like it’s bondage or anything” John wonders for a moment if Ford can accurately compare. This far into there, whatever this is, has made John question alot of things. “Did you feel it?” Ford asks him, pulling John’s shirt over his head.
“Feel what?” John returns, lifting his hands and allowing Ford to complete his task. “That bruise” he says and John looks at him skeptically. A lot of things had remained with John from that night. Most of it had to do with Ford and the way he reacted to the things John did to him.
In all honesty, John hadn’t even felt the pain until the following morning. “Not at the time” John tells him and bites his lip when Ford ducks down to place a nipple between his teeth. “So what your saying, if I understand correctly, is that you were on such a high that you felt nothing but the pleasure?”.
“Once, maybe, but every single time?” That smile again, the same one Ford gave him when he asked about Franco. “What can I say, I’m better than you’re average” and when John laughs he can see Ford’s eyes light up. He wonders what that means, but refuses to delve into it any further. “Okay, Okay” John says helping Ford unbuckle his belt. “So why bring the picture here?” John asks, his pants have come off fairly easily considering he doesn’t remember them leaving his body. Still, they now lay behind him, crumpled up beside the bed.
“He was important to me,” Ford tells him, nonchalant in his declaration of affection for this man. “I’ve known him since I was 5, he was the only person I trusted after my parent’s accident”.
“You never thought maybe it was all a bit too strong, a little too forceful?”
“Not really, it’s not like I do this with everybody, I felt safe with him” and for the second time John wonders if he's missing something.
Ford’s fingers reach inside John’s boxers and circles around his erection. The coolness of Ford’s skin causes John to jump slightly. He feels Ford’s hand moving back and forth, and grasping onto the man’s shoulder, John takes a breath.
“Why did it end?”
John can see something past over Ford’s face, “People grow up and grow apart”. John is getting so close, but he forces himself to hold off. “We argued, we stopped talking,and I joined the marines” John sees Ford is concentrating very hard on the movement of his hand.
“Y-You miss him?”
“Sometimes, I keep up with his life, when I can”
John couldn’t even feel it coming until he shot into Ford’s hand. It had been such a strong reaction that John's entire body shook. He might have screamed if Ford hadn’t covered John's mouth with his own.
When John comes back down, he lays on his back, staring intently at Ford.
“See, I know how to do it normally too” he tells John as he lies beside him. “I see that” John tells him as he wraps an arm around Ford’s shoulders.
“It doesn’t always have to leave a physical mark”
Looking up and away from Ford, John stares at the ceiling.
“Not physical, no”
Pairing: Sheppard/Ford/Franco Rivera (Rescue Me)
Warnings: Crossover fic, Kinks (nothing graphic), Set in season 1
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The charachter of Franco Rivera belongs to fx and the creators of Rescue Me. No profit made
John loves when things are still able to surprise him. It comes so infrequently that it always feels like more than it probably is. The latest one comes from a simple photograph hidden in a checkered notebook.
“Who’s this?”
Looking over from his position on the bed Ford smiles widely. “Franco Rivera, he was my best friend growing up”
John examines the picture intently; sees the way the two men stand near each other. He may not know much about Ford, but body language was unmistakable. “You two seem to be close”.
“Very close” Ford tells him, abandoning the bed completely and walking over to stand beside John.
“We grew up in New York, typical city boys who thought the world began and ended when we said so”
Sheppard watches as Ford snatches the picture from his hands and looks at it quizzically, “Last I heard…” he begins before stopping to concentrate, “he’s a fireman in the city, with a little girl I think”.
“So you two didn’t?” Sheppard asks, and the question elicits a smile from Ford. In the moments like these, when John sees Ford’s mind working, he wants to know everything about him. So young and full of complexities that John can't grasp onto.
“Oh yes, we did that” he watches Ford scratch the picture; it doesn’t occur to John that this had been his one personal item. “You brought this? Why?” and without answering him, Ford places the photo on the nightstand and pulls John back into bed.
“Our relationship was… Intense” Ford says, running a finger down John’s bicep.
“Violent, you mean”
That had been the most surprising thing about Ford. His need to be so overtly physical when he and John had sex. The first night had left John with one of the nastiest bruises he had received in awhile. John hadn’t understood why he returned again and again.
“No” Ford tells him, the note of anger is a beat under his own natural voice. “I never understand why people say that”. John wonders if Ford sees how ludicrous he believes that statement to be. “It’s not exactly what people would call normal”.
“It’s not like it’s bondage or anything” John wonders for a moment if Ford can accurately compare. This far into there, whatever this is, has made John question alot of things. “Did you feel it?” Ford asks him, pulling John’s shirt over his head.
“Feel what?” John returns, lifting his hands and allowing Ford to complete his task. “That bruise” he says and John looks at him skeptically. A lot of things had remained with John from that night. Most of it had to do with Ford and the way he reacted to the things John did to him.
In all honesty, John hadn’t even felt the pain until the following morning. “Not at the time” John tells him and bites his lip when Ford ducks down to place a nipple between his teeth. “So what your saying, if I understand correctly, is that you were on such a high that you felt nothing but the pleasure?”.
“Once, maybe, but every single time?” That smile again, the same one Ford gave him when he asked about Franco. “What can I say, I’m better than you’re average” and when John laughs he can see Ford’s eyes light up. He wonders what that means, but refuses to delve into it any further. “Okay, Okay” John says helping Ford unbuckle his belt. “So why bring the picture here?” John asks, his pants have come off fairly easily considering he doesn’t remember them leaving his body. Still, they now lay behind him, crumpled up beside the bed.
“He was important to me,” Ford tells him, nonchalant in his declaration of affection for this man. “I’ve known him since I was 5, he was the only person I trusted after my parent’s accident”.
“You never thought maybe it was all a bit too strong, a little too forceful?”
“Not really, it’s not like I do this with everybody, I felt safe with him” and for the second time John wonders if he's missing something.
Ford’s fingers reach inside John’s boxers and circles around his erection. The coolness of Ford’s skin causes John to jump slightly. He feels Ford’s hand moving back and forth, and grasping onto the man’s shoulder, John takes a breath.
“Why did it end?”
John can see something past over Ford’s face, “People grow up and grow apart”. John is getting so close, but he forces himself to hold off. “We argued, we stopped talking,and I joined the marines” John sees Ford is concentrating very hard on the movement of his hand.
“Y-You miss him?”
“Sometimes, I keep up with his life, when I can”
John couldn’t even feel it coming until he shot into Ford’s hand. It had been such a strong reaction that John's entire body shook. He might have screamed if Ford hadn’t covered John's mouth with his own.
When John comes back down, he lays on his back, staring intently at Ford.
“See, I know how to do it normally too” he tells John as he lies beside him. “I see that” John tells him as he wraps an arm around Ford’s shoulders.
“It doesn’t always have to leave a physical mark”
Looking up and away from Ford, John stares at the ceiling.
“Not physical, no”
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-15 11:09 am (UTC)I'm very glad I could show you that indeed Shep/Ford can be good:)
Big thanks once again.
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:41 am (UTC)I really loved the Franco references, it was both IC with Aiden and Rescue Me.
One note, you're switching tense throughout the story. You might want to double chack that.
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Date: 2005-08-15 11:15 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the feedback and I'm especially honered you think the Aiden and Rescue Me references were intact. I'll admit I only just saw one episode of RM (the most recent) and the charachter of Franco jumped right out as a good match for Ford. That could be a sign of abit too much SGA.
Thank you again:)
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Date: 2005-08-15 08:56 pm (UTC)