Always True by Salsatiable (Song and Dance Challenge)

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Title: Always True
Author: salsatiable
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Main Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “How in hell can you be jealous when you know, baby, I’m your slave?”
Spoilers: No spoilers as far as I’m aware.
Word Count: 3431
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters. I write merely for the love of it. Also the song is ‘I’m Always True To You’ from ‘Kiss Me, Kate’; I had in my mind the version by the 1999 Revival Cast, which is available here. Lyrics are here.



Author’s Notes:

This little piece of silliness was written for the 'Song and Dance Challenge' on sga_flashfic.

This was beta’d by moonmip. Any remaining icks are completely her fault for missing them. Haha, no, it is of course my own fault. She is, and always will be, simply fabulous.

I admit that this is my very first attempt at NC-17. I’m nervous about it!

This Story was completely and utterly inspired by dkwilliams fantastic video I'm Always True to You (In My Fashion). Without it, this fic wouldn’t exist, so go and watch it now!




“What the hell was that about?” Rodney said angrily as the door to his quarters slid shut behind them.

“What the hell was what?” John replied in obvious confusion.

Rodney almost growled in frustration. How could the man be so completely and stupidly oblivious?

“You! With that redhead! I saw you kissing her!” Rodney turned on John, anger and hurt and frustration bubbling up inside of him and threatening to explode.

“Rodney… listen-” John started, moving forward, no doubt ready to reel off yet another silver-tongued excuse.

“Why should I? I thought that what we were doing meant something, but I guess not.” Rodney shook his head sadly, the hurt winning out over the anger. He really hadn’t thought that he’d be the one to end his relationship with John, but it looked like he had been wrong. He just couldn’t put up with all the cheating and lying.

John looked like he’d been struck across the face as he leaned forward and grabbed Rodney’s arm. “Rodney, please. I’m always true to you in my own way.”

Rodney snorted as he pulled his arm out of John’s grasp. “What the hell do you think this is, the revival of Kiss Me, Kate, live in my quarters? Get the hell out!” He sat down on his bed and allowed himself to fall backwards. He covered his face with his hands. “Please,” he said quietly. “Please just leave.” A moment later he heard the door slide open and shut.

***********************************

Elizabeth had called a senior staff meeting the following day. Rodney sat opposite John as per usual, but instead of looking at him he kept his eyes glued to his laptop screen. Looking at John, at his handsome face, was just too difficult. Being able to see those ridiculous elfin ears and know that he wasn’t going to be able to run his fingers over them was just too hard, almost as hard as it would be looking at those full, soft lips and knowing that he wasn’t going to get to kiss them ever again.

“Good morning.” Elizabeth said brightly as she walked brightly into the conference room and settled herself down at the table.

“Morale is low. I believe most members of the expedition are feeling down at the moment.” Her eyes scanned the room and they lingered on Rodney for a brief moment. “The work we do here can, of course, take it out of you.” She gave them a tight smile. “Of course it is particularly difficult because it’s the holiday season back on Earth. In view of that, I ordered a few supplies for the Daedalus to pick up on its last trip home. As it has now returned with those supplies I would like to hold a party.”

Rodney sat up and looked at Elizabeth in astonishment, as did everyone else in the room.

“A party?” John asked, obviously surprised. Rodney felt a momentary stab of pleasure at the thought that Elizabeth hadn’t taken John into her confidence over this.

“Yes, to raise morale.” She gave them an excited smile, “I have in my possession an impressive sound system, enough frozen party food to feed an army - which is appropriate - a karaoke machine and…” She raised an eyebrow… “a disco ball.”

Rodney almost fell off his chair. As it was, he stared at Elizabeth in complete disbelief. “A disco ball? A karaoke machine? What the hell is this, a school disco?”

“Rodney, be quiet. I think it’s a fantastic idea, Elizabeth.” John chirped up in a placating voice. Rodney snorted to himself. Well of course John thinks it’s a good idea, he’d think whatever idea Elizabeth came up with was fantastic, even if she suggested inviting the Wraith over to have a boogie under their brand new disco ball. Stop being stupid, Rodney admonished himself. He respected Elizabeth far too much to be having thoughts like that. He also knew that John didn’t always agree with her, but post-break-up irrational jealousy could be a powerful thing.

“Great.” Elizabeth smiled and stood up. “Tomorrow night then. Spread the word, people.”

Elizabeth left the room with a bounce in her step. As everyone stood to leave Rodney heard Teyla say, “Colonel Sheppard, what is a karaoke?” He rolled his eyes and headed to the labs, with speed.

***********************************

When Rodney walked in to the party he had to fight himself not to walk straight back out again. Elizabeth had pretty much ordered him to attend under pain of… well, she hadn’t specified actually, but he imagined it wouldn’t be pleasant. He’d worked out he had to be there for maybe half an hour, allow himself to be seen eating, maybe socialising a little with his underlings, then he could head back to he labs (before anyone got drunk enough to attempt singing ‘All By Myself’ on the karaoke) and get back to doing something interesting or important, or both.

The moment he entered though, he knew it was going to be tough. All of Atlantis was there, wearing their civilian clothes. Apparently most of the women had been planning on big nights out in the Pegasus and had packed some pretty sexy clothing. Which meant that everywhere Rodney looked he saw cleavage and trim, lean stomachs. Unfortunately (as opposed to getting on with his life and ogling on all the available flesh) all he could think about was what John’s reaction to it all would be.

The disco ball that Elizabeth had been so proud of was in pride of place at the centre of the room, spinning and sparkling and looking about as out of place as only a disco ball in a war zone could. A dance floor had been set up and was now filled with couples and groups, swaying and moving in time to what Rodney believed was some form of seventies funk. The Athosians seemed to have taken to the party like the proverbial ducks to water, gobbling vol-au-vents and undulating as sensually as was possible in time to KC and the Sunshine Band.

Over in one of the darkened corners of the room was the buffet table, laden down with food and surrounded by milling scientists, and Ronon, who appeared to have cream in his dreadlocks.

As Rodney wandered toward the buffet table he noticed John chatting to Chuck the technician, next to what he assumed was the karaoke machine. No doubt Chuck was in charge of the karaoke, the guy liked to be in charge of things, maybe because it made people notice him more.

John looked good; there was no denying it. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt open at the collar to show a smattering of his dark chest hair and pale slacks that somehow seemed to elongate his legs, making him seem even taller and leaner. His hair somehow managed to look messier than normal and he had at least two days worth of stubble. In short, he looked gorgeous, as usual.

Rodney bit down on the desire to go and speak to him, and instead headed over to the food. He liked food. Food was reliable, loyal and faithful. Except when it was trying to kill him, but hey, everyone had their failings.

He was bent over examining some pastry concoctions on the buffet table when he heard the familiar tune start up. Oh this was typical! This just made a perfect night even better! How fucking unlikely was it that that stupid, little-known track would be playing here tonight?! He turned around with a pastry halfway to his mouth.

He looked up at the stage and saw John Sheppard holding a microphone up to his mouth. The pastry made one a hell of a mess when it hit the floor.

“How in hell can you be jealous
When you know baby I’m your slave?
I'm just mad for you,
And I'll always be…”

Rodney stared open-mouthed. John had a deep and surprisingly pleasant voice. He also did this weird little wiggle thing with his hips as he sang, which was thoroughly distracting.

“…but I’m always true to you, darlin, in my fashion.
Yes I’m always true to you, darlin, in my way…”

Oh dear Lord, this was unbelievable. Firstly, the fact that that song was even on the damn karaoke machine was completely unlikely. Secondly, the fact that Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard was up there on stage singing it in front of the entire expedition, his eyes scanning the fascinated crowd instead of watching the words roll up on the computer screen as he should be, meant that he obviously didn’t need the prompt as he never once stumbled over the lyrics. Huh, first MENSA, now musicals, that man really did have hidden depths.

“…There's a madman known as Mack
Who is planning to attack…”

John threw his head back and snapped his hips in time to the music. Surely there could be no-one left in the room who didn’t now know that John liked it from both teams. Also, why on Earth did he join the military? There could have been a promising career in musical theatre by the looks of things.

As Rodney watched John’s hypnotic movements he found himself drawn forward, away from the dark of the corner he was stood in. He wandered towards the stage, ending up on the edge of the dance floor. Teyla smiled at him from where she was dancing gracefully with that young marine John liked to tease her about. Next time he looked up at the stage, John smiled and locked eyes with him, having evidently found what he had been searching the crowd for.

“…I’m always true to you, darlin, in my fashion.
Yes I’m always true to you, darlin, in my way…”

Rodney continued to stare as John continued to dance and sing and stare straight back at him. He was being serenaded; Rodney accepted the fact with little fanfare. To be honest, he was strangely flattered by the fact that John was willing to go to such lengths for him. He doubted that many military men had seen their commanding officer singing show tunes with such complete abandon before. But he wasn’t the kind of guy to be swept up in the excitement of a big, romantic gesture. This was no doubt John’s ridiculous, extravagant attempt at an apology, but it didn’t cancel out what he’d done, it didn’t cancel out how hurt Rodney had been.

As John reached the end of the song he tipped his head back, his eyes closed and really went for it.

“…I’m always true to yoooou, darlin, in my waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!”

Rodney watched as the stunned crowd burst into applause, but before John reopened his eyes to look for him, he’d pushed his way out of the room and was heading back to his quarters.

***********************************

“Come on, Rodney, open the door!”

Rodney lay back on his bed, his eyes closed. Shortly after he’d returned to his quarters John had turned up and had chimed, then knocked and was now trying to shout his way in.

Rodney realised that if he didn’t want people gossiping about Atlantis’ military commander beating down his door when he should be enjoying himself at the party then he’d better let John in. He groaned as he got up and walked over to the door. He opened it to reveal John stood outside looking more than a little worried.

“Just so you know, I’m only letting you in because it would not be a good idea for your underlings to see you banging so desperately on my door after that little… performance.”

Rodney returned to sit on his bed, and John followed him in, standing in front of him looking like a puppy desperately trying to please it’s master.

“I was singing to you, you do know that, right?” He said, a hopeful expression on his face.

“Yes, I had just about worked that out.” Rodney replied, aiming for sarcastic, but just about hitting weary. “I just don’t understand what you expect to gain from it.”

John walked forward and knelt down in front of him. He reached out and smoothed down the side of Rodney’s hair before sliding his hand down Rodney’s neck and onto his shoulder.

“Sex is just…sex, Rodney, two people scratching an itch. You and me, we’re more than that.”

Rodney looked at him in confusion, unsure of how to respond.

“You and me, we’re special.” John continued, moving his hand so that his thumb was rubbing gentle circles on Rodney’s neck. “It doesn’t matter who we sleep with, because we belong to each other.”

Rodney gulped. His mouth had gone suddenly dry and his hand was gripping onto the edge of the bed with strength he didn’t know he had. They belonged to each other? He hadn’t expected that, and given how John wasn’t given to talking about his feelings, ever, it wasn’t something he’d ever expected to come out of his mouth.

“So, what you’re saying is you want to be swingers?” Rodney asked, his brow furrowed.

John laughed, a deep, kind of dirty sound. “Not exactly. I’m just saying that why not take a hot alien up on her, or his, offer of sex, that’s all it is. At the end of the day we come back to each other. We might even learn something that enhances our sex life.”

Rodney thought it over in his brain. He guessed it did make a kind of twisted sense. There were a few times he’d turned down what he was sure would have been mind-blowing sexual experiences with Pegasus natives because of the fear of hurting John. The fact that he’d wanted those people sexually didn’t mean that he cared about John any less.

“Besides,” John continued, running his large hand down Rodney’s side so that it lay, hot and heavy, on his thigh. He was obviously warming to his subject, “if we found someone we both liked then…”

He let it hang in the air between them.

“Threesome!” Rodney knew that he said the word as though he was remarking on the Holy Grail, but hey, threesome!

“Exactly.” John murmured silkily as he leaned forward, brushing his lips to Rodney’s. He tasted like beer and smelt like sweat and spices and… John. Rodney gave into his craving and opened his mouth to John’s advances, allowing his own tongue to slide into John’s mouth, moaning as it was sucked on.

John pulled back as he pushed Rodney down flat onto the bed. “Just imagine,” he continued in the low, smooth voice that sounded like scented oil and long, slow sex, “We meet some beautiful blonde with legs up to the ceiling and breasts like ripened mangoes, and you can fuck her while I fuck you.” Rodney bit down on a moan as John stripped him of his t-shirt and went to work on his pants. “You can sink into her hot wet pussy over and over again while I pound into you, banging you so hard you’ll walk funny for days.” Rodney shuddered as his trousers and boxers were pulled off and John crawled on top of him, still fully dressed.

“Or maybe we’ll meet some well muscled guy with biceps bigger than your head. He’ll make me ride him while you watch, slowly jacking yourself off. Or maybe you’ll climb on top of us, push yourself inside me and stretch me so hard and so good with two dicks. Would you like that, being inside me and feeling another cock in there too?”

John thrust lazily against Rodney as his mouth uttered such appetizing filth. The rough fabric of his clothing hurt a little against Rodney’s bare skin but it hurt so deliciously that he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting back up to meet John.

“John,” Rodney managed to force out of his dry throat, “your clothes… please.” John’s eyes darkened as he looked down at Rodney, and all of a sudden the beautiful pressure on top of him was released and John was by the side of his bed unbuttoning his shirt, his handsome face contorted with lust.

Rodney lay on his back, completely naked with his arms above his head clutching onto the ancient carving on the wall behind his bed. If he didn’t hold onto something, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself just grabbing his dick and jerking himself to completion right that minute. His legs were splayed and his cock was sticking up hard and desperate. He felt completely wanton and debauched, and he didn’t care. He had John and John had him and they belonged to each other and that was all that mattered.

He watched John bend down and untie his shoes, watched as he undid his pants and pushed them down, watched as he stepped out of them and stood besides the bed, beautifully naked, muscles rippling under the flesh of his stomach as his breath came hard and fast. Rodney reached out a hand to touch where waist met hip and it was warm and soft under his fingers. He ran his hand downwards onto John’s thigh, the skin still amazingly soft under the coarse, dark, hair. John just stood there, silenced now that he was naked. Rodney looked up at him as he ran his hand up and down that strong, steady thigh.

“Well, get on with it then.” Rodney said, wondering what the hell John was looking at with his wide eyes and slightly parted lips. John, as though waiting for the words, climbed slowly on top of Rodney, a knee on either side of his hips. He sat running his hands over Rodney’s chest, his weight a delicious pressure on Rodney’s cock, his hands rubbing and massaging Rodney carefully. But Rodney was too turned on for careful, he wanted John to move and he wanted him to do it now. He reached out and grabbed hold of John’s dogtags from where they nestled against the dark hair of John’s chest and he pulled, bringing John down toward him.

There was kissing, mouths and tongues, slick and wet, no finesse as Rodney mouthed at any part of John that he could get to. John’s mouth was hot and wet against Rodney’s temple as he started thrusting against him, cock to cock. Rodney moaned and moaned, his breath coming in short, damp pants as he turned his head to face John.

John groaned as he thrust harder and faster against Rodney, helped by the sweat that covered their skin, hot and moist. Rodney couldn’t hold on much longer so he shoved a hand between their bodies and wrapped it around both their cocks. He moved it quickly in counterpoint to John’s thrusts and was soon rewarded with the hot spurting of John’s come covering his hand. He followed John over the edge within seconds, the release so strong he hadn’t the energy to move; he just lay back with John collapsed on top of him.

Later, when they’d rearranged themselves in the tiny bed, and Rodney had wiped his wet and sticky hand on the blanket, he pushed his back against John’s chest and closed his eyes, still floating in a post-orgasm haze. He felt John press a kiss to the back of his head and murmur, “I missed you.”

***********************************

Epilogue

“So, how did it go?”

Rodney opened his eyes slowly and tried to focus on the shadow in the dark of his room. “Hmm?”

The bed dipped but John didn’t say anything, just sat in silence. Rodney sat up, any attempt at sleep abandoned for the moment. He rested his hand on John’s shoulder.

“John? What’s the matter?”

John sighed, “The blonde. How was she?”

“Great,” Rodney replied with a smile as he leaned forward and dropped kisses on John’s shoulder. “Very experimental.”

“Huh, that’s great.” John’s voice was low, monotone.

Rodney started to pull John back into the bed with him, but he found that he was resisted.

“What’s going on?” he asked as he turned John’s face towards him.

John pressed against him, kissing him deeply, exploring his mouth. He pulled away, breathless, “I can’t… I don’t want…” He took a deep breath and rested his forehead against Rodney’s. “I was jealous.”

“What are you talking about?”

John ran his hand down Rodney’s side. “When you went off with her, I was jealous.”

“Oh, John, don’t be silly.” Rodney said, kissing his forehead and pulling him into a hug. “You know I’m always true to you… in my fashion.”

Comments

[seekergeek.livejournal.com]

Hah! John was all for an open relationship until the tables were turned. Loved it!

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

:) I'm glad you liked it!

[dkwilliams.livejournal.com]

Oh, I loved this! John serenading Rodney, his explanation for his infidelity (which was pretty darn clever - he had me believing). And then Rodney turning the tables in the end, so funny. Wonderful story.

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

Thankyou so much! I'm so glad you liked it :) Thanks for the inspiration!

[tipsywitch.livejournal.com]

hehehehe - loved it!

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

:) I'm happy you liked it!

[ceitie.livejournal.com]

Heh, good for Rodney. If you're going to have an open relationship, you might as well take advantage of it...

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm thinking! If john's doing it then rodney should as well!

[exegesis.livejournal.com]

Well, you already know how I adore the ending (or at least I hope you do!). I'm glad to see you posted! You haven't posted in a while!

*hugs you*

And you can totally blame me for any remaining boo-boos in this fic or any future ones if you like - I know that you're only joking! ;-)

*reads again happily now it's 'official'*

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

:) Yay, I'm glad you like it! It's nice to be able to post something new! Thanks for the beta! xxx

Nicely done.

[(Anonymous)]

God, guys like John are amazing. How do they rationalize their BS? I loved the story. It was cute and the imagery was great. John flat-out cheated on Rodney--apparently repeatedly--and then had the gall to use the "it's just sex" BS. If he wanted an open relationship, he should have talked to Rodney BEFORE sleeping around.

Rodney is obviously MUCH more generous than John to forgive the repeated infidelity. Though, I loved how he turned the tables and showed John what it felt like for him. I wonder if he'll agree to go exclusive or decide to stay open? Take care!

Re: Nicely done.

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

To be honest when I wrote it I ddn't mean for John to seem to be such an asshole, but reading back he really really is! I think I modelled him on an ex. I'm just glad that Rodney got to turn the tables when I never did!

I'm really glad that you liked it :)

[hack-benjamin22.livejournal.com]

Have you ever read something that was so embarassing that you just had to look away? Well, that was this story for me. The singing was a train wreck waiting to happen and I knew it, I knew it was coming and it was still one of the most embarassing things I've ever read. Kudos to you. :)

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

Oh no, I'm so sorry I made you cringe!

[hack-benjamin22.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's quite alright. I meant it as a compliment. :)

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

Ah well, that's good then :)

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Oh John SO deserved that! Great story.

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

thankyou very much :)

[velocitygrass.livejournal.com]

Food was reliable, loyal and faithful. Except when it was trying to kill him, but hey, everyone had their failings.
LOL

And John's dirty talk was pretty persuasive. But I loved that in the end he had to realize it doesn't hold any water. But I'm sure they manage to do nicely dirty things without any outside help ;)

Thanks for this.

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

Thankyou so much for taking the time to read and comment.

Yeah... John's dirty talk... I'm a bit embarrassed about it, I didn't realise I was so filthy to be honest!

[ellex42.livejournal.com]

I like the epilogue best, but the idea of a 'school dance', complete with disco ball...very entertaining!

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

Thanks :) I'm so glad you were entertained by my little piece of silliness!

[grey-bard.livejournal.com]

Hah! Poor John. He asked for it! Literally! Guess an open relationship is a little harder when your end isn't the only one open, hmm? Very fun.

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

Oh good, I'm glad you thought it was fun!

Thankyou for reading! :)

[ferret-kitty.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

This was fun and silly. I loved it. *grins* I miss seeing your stories before the public viewing. *pouts* I miss you.

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it :) It is incredibly stupid and silly, but I thought what the hell!

This is the first story that you didn't get to see before the public viewing! I figured you've been so busy recently that I should mither moonmip instead!

xxxx

[ferret-kitty.livejournal.com]

*grins* My exhausted self thanks you for your forethought, although I still would have tried to find time to look at it for you. *hugs*

[lishel_fracrium.livejournal.com]

OMG! that was awesome.

[salsatiable.livejournal.com]

Haha, thankyou! Glad you liked!

[lishel_fracrium.livejournal.com]

omg! that was awesome