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sga_flashficTitle: Simple Harmonic Motion
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Amnesty/38 mins
Word count: 1,000 +
Summary: John needs Rodney to take away the bad after a mission.
AN: thanks to liketheriver for a fast beta help, any remaining mistakes are naturally mine! Mention of two recent episodes Hive and Epiphany.
Simple Harmonic Motion
By Kodiak_bear
The rusted metal spring stretched downward, burdened with the heavy weight, before reaching its apex along the negative. It paused for the smallest measure of time, before slowly returning upwards to its original position, at which point it reached maximum velocity and continued upwards, compressing to the maximum.
John rested his head on the desk, watching. The motion was the same, simple, straightforward. He needed it after the mission today. Gating to a world right before a culling, and only being able to cloak and pray the gate activation hadn’t been noticed. They’d been lucky, because the wraith had finished the picking off of the people, leaving few fortunate souls behind, and then they’d watched the darts scream off into the atmo.
Teyla had wanted to help. Land and try to herd as many survivors as they could into the jumper. He’d even seen Rodney about to agree, but Ronon had said it for him. One screw up and they’d be dead. Unless they wanted to make a habit of being a rescue operation, it was a pointless risk. Their mission wasn’t about hopping to planets and evacuating people. They couldn’t rescue a galaxy…not that way, at least.
In the aftermath, they’d uncloaked and offered the remaining people a home. They didn’t say where, just asked if they were interested. To be honest, John didn’t even know where to take them. Not knowing who they were, and with wraith worshippers now in the picture, he wouldn’t take them back to the city. There was that planet with the time dilation shield. They’d be safe there, and buildings remained from the ascended ones. In the end, they’d refused. This was their home, and they wanted to be here if any of their people survived and tried to come back.
John didn’t have the heart to tell them that no one was coming home. This world wasn’t Sateda, and there weren’t any Ronons’ to be made into a Runner. It wasn’t lucky enough to have had Atlantis members amidst the culled, so there’d be no rescue from a more technologically advanced group of people. Their people would die, to the last of the taken.
Simple things. Simple motion. Life was anything but simple, but watching the monotonous back and forth of the spring was a hypnotizing trip away from it all. Simple, straightforward and the same. No life was ever simple or straightforward, but the devastation of the wraith…it was the same on every damn planet they visited. And even the mesmerizing motion of the spring couldn’t change that.
One night when he and Rodney had been laying in bed, his eyes had drifted to the spring mechanism on the desk. John had asked him why he kept a rusted spring. Rodney had glanced over and dismissed it, saying it was an example of simple harmonic motion that he’d studied in school. He didn’t know why he still had it, it was just one of those things you take from place to place, and then one day when you go to get rid of it, you realize it’s been with you for what seems like forever, and suddenly, it’s not so easy to throw away.
“There wasn’t anything you could do.”
John uncurled from his position of spring watching, and turned in the chair. “How’d you know I would be here?”
Rodney waved at his room, before moving to his bed and sitting down. “Your room was too obvious; it’s raining so I bypassed the balcony. Ronon and Teyla are beating their frustrations on each other.” He caught John’s eyes. “Come here.”
Feeling weighed by too many burdens, John stood and closed the distance between him and Rodney, stopping in front of him. “I wanted to be alone.”
Taking John’s hand, Rodney shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He pulled John down, where they fell into a tangle. “I think you wanted something more.”
Rodney had the bluest eyes, and John had found himself more than once staring into them. Sometimes in anger, sometimes in fear, and sometimes in lust. Right now, he stared with naked need. “Maybe I did,” he said huskily. John leaned in, and captured Rodney’s mouth, deepening the kiss with every moment. Their tongues touched, and darted away, only to come back to each other again, having their own sex as John kissed and kissed and tried to wash away those memories.
“Get out of those clothes,” Rodney ordered, gasping when he pulled his mouth free.
They both stripped in record time. John clutched Rodney back into his desperate, hard embrace. His hands were moving, down Rodney’s shoulders and back to the cusp of his hips. When Rodney’s hands latched on to his cock, John groaned from the touch, and thrust forward, seeking it more and faster. “You can take it away,” he whispered into Rodney’s neck. “I knew you could take it away.”
The expert fingers danced down to his scrotum, and trailed circles, moving smooth and even, concentric and insistent. Rodney’s mouth followed John’s nipple to the other, sucking and licking, before moving down to his hard abdomen. It was sex that was frenetic, fast, and primal. It was knowing you were still alive even though so many others weren’t. When Rodney rolled John till he was on his side, he could feel Rodney’s cock pushing against his ass. John was lost in the sensations, his own hands groping behind as much as he could reach, teasing, wanting.
The cool oiled fingers pushed inward and caused him to gasp. “God, yes, Rodney,” he moaned. They moved slow and then fast, and then slow before speeding up again. John’s world narrowed to the sensations of those fingers taking him up, up, up. When they pulled out, he wanted to snarl the frustration but the pressure of Rodney’s cock breaching made the snarl spin into desire, as he thrust his own hips back, sheathing Rodney.
John’s body rocked with the motion, back and forth, as Rodney whispered into his shoulders. “It’s gone…it’s gone.”
And behind them, in time to Rodney’s thrusts, lifting John away to the heavens of climax, the spring continued its simple harmonic motion.
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Amnesty/38 mins
Word count: 1,000 +
Summary: John needs Rodney to take away the bad after a mission.
AN: thanks to liketheriver for a fast beta help, any remaining mistakes are naturally mine! Mention of two recent episodes Hive and Epiphany.
By Kodiak_bear
The rusted metal spring stretched downward, burdened with the heavy weight, before reaching its apex along the negative. It paused for the smallest measure of time, before slowly returning upwards to its original position, at which point it reached maximum velocity and continued upwards, compressing to the maximum.
John rested his head on the desk, watching. The motion was the same, simple, straightforward. He needed it after the mission today. Gating to a world right before a culling, and only being able to cloak and pray the gate activation hadn’t been noticed. They’d been lucky, because the wraith had finished the picking off of the people, leaving few fortunate souls behind, and then they’d watched the darts scream off into the atmo.
Teyla had wanted to help. Land and try to herd as many survivors as they could into the jumper. He’d even seen Rodney about to agree, but Ronon had said it for him. One screw up and they’d be dead. Unless they wanted to make a habit of being a rescue operation, it was a pointless risk. Their mission wasn’t about hopping to planets and evacuating people. They couldn’t rescue a galaxy…not that way, at least.
In the aftermath, they’d uncloaked and offered the remaining people a home. They didn’t say where, just asked if they were interested. To be honest, John didn’t even know where to take them. Not knowing who they were, and with wraith worshippers now in the picture, he wouldn’t take them back to the city. There was that planet with the time dilation shield. They’d be safe there, and buildings remained from the ascended ones. In the end, they’d refused. This was their home, and they wanted to be here if any of their people survived and tried to come back.
John didn’t have the heart to tell them that no one was coming home. This world wasn’t Sateda, and there weren’t any Ronons’ to be made into a Runner. It wasn’t lucky enough to have had Atlantis members amidst the culled, so there’d be no rescue from a more technologically advanced group of people. Their people would die, to the last of the taken.
Simple things. Simple motion. Life was anything but simple, but watching the monotonous back and forth of the spring was a hypnotizing trip away from it all. Simple, straightforward and the same. No life was ever simple or straightforward, but the devastation of the wraith…it was the same on every damn planet they visited. And even the mesmerizing motion of the spring couldn’t change that.
One night when he and Rodney had been laying in bed, his eyes had drifted to the spring mechanism on the desk. John had asked him why he kept a rusted spring. Rodney had glanced over and dismissed it, saying it was an example of simple harmonic motion that he’d studied in school. He didn’t know why he still had it, it was just one of those things you take from place to place, and then one day when you go to get rid of it, you realize it’s been with you for what seems like forever, and suddenly, it’s not so easy to throw away.
“There wasn’t anything you could do.”
John uncurled from his position of spring watching, and turned in the chair. “How’d you know I would be here?”
Rodney waved at his room, before moving to his bed and sitting down. “Your room was too obvious; it’s raining so I bypassed the balcony. Ronon and Teyla are beating their frustrations on each other.” He caught John’s eyes. “Come here.”
Feeling weighed by too many burdens, John stood and closed the distance between him and Rodney, stopping in front of him. “I wanted to be alone.”
Taking John’s hand, Rodney shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He pulled John down, where they fell into a tangle. “I think you wanted something more.”
Rodney had the bluest eyes, and John had found himself more than once staring into them. Sometimes in anger, sometimes in fear, and sometimes in lust. Right now, he stared with naked need. “Maybe I did,” he said huskily. John leaned in, and captured Rodney’s mouth, deepening the kiss with every moment. Their tongues touched, and darted away, only to come back to each other again, having their own sex as John kissed and kissed and tried to wash away those memories.
“Get out of those clothes,” Rodney ordered, gasping when he pulled his mouth free.
They both stripped in record time. John clutched Rodney back into his desperate, hard embrace. His hands were moving, down Rodney’s shoulders and back to the cusp of his hips. When Rodney’s hands latched on to his cock, John groaned from the touch, and thrust forward, seeking it more and faster. “You can take it away,” he whispered into Rodney’s neck. “I knew you could take it away.”
The expert fingers danced down to his scrotum, and trailed circles, moving smooth and even, concentric and insistent. Rodney’s mouth followed John’s nipple to the other, sucking and licking, before moving down to his hard abdomen. It was sex that was frenetic, fast, and primal. It was knowing you were still alive even though so many others weren’t. When Rodney rolled John till he was on his side, he could feel Rodney’s cock pushing against his ass. John was lost in the sensations, his own hands groping behind as much as he could reach, teasing, wanting.
The cool oiled fingers pushed inward and caused him to gasp. “God, yes, Rodney,” he moaned. They moved slow and then fast, and then slow before speeding up again. John’s world narrowed to the sensations of those fingers taking him up, up, up. When they pulled out, he wanted to snarl the frustration but the pressure of Rodney’s cock breaching made the snarl spin into desire, as he thrust his own hips back, sheathing Rodney.
John’s body rocked with the motion, back and forth, as Rodney whispered into his shoulders. “It’s gone…it’s gone.”
And behind them, in time to Rodney’s thrusts, lifting John away to the heavens of climax, the spring continued its simple harmonic motion.
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Date: 2006-01-14 05:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-01-14 09:18 pm (UTC)So, yeah. Could just be my current sleepiness, but this fic kind of got me. *smile*
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Date: 2006-01-14 10:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-14 11:03 pm (UTC)Lovely, as always
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Date: 2006-01-15 03:08 am (UTC)*L* At least half of my keys are shiney now, including the mouse pad. I think my spacebar alone could double as a mirror. The letter's haven't worn off yet, but that's probably because I never hit directly on them.
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Date: 2006-01-15 07:44 am (UTC)There's just one leetle technical problem... um. Supposedly at the beginning, they 'gate in in the middle of a culling, but we learn in "Letters From Pegasus" that when the Wraith start culling, they 'lock out' the gate, so it would be impossible for anyone to come in during a culling...
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