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Hi again. So I didn't want to neglect Rodney, right? I joked to
lamardeuse that once she gave me the thumbs-up on my previous (John-centric) piece of flashfic, I ought to write something focusing on Rodney, maybe even something with a little sex in it. Next thing I knew, there was this. (Thanks to
lamardeuse for giving this a once-over!)
Title: Splash
Word count: 500
Rating: um, adult?
Character/pairing: Rodney McKay/OMC
Summary: "And then there was the invitation."
Splash
Rodney's first blowjob happened in the guest bathroom at Clarisse Peterson's pool house, the summer he was fifteen. He'd mapped out the branching probability tree of everything that was likely to happen at Clarisse's sweet sixteen, down to who he thought he might try to flirt with and how spectacularly that flirtation would fail.
He hadn't, however, factored serendipity into the picture. In this case, running from an angry wasp (there might have been others! What if it had friends?) into the downstairs bathroom, not realizing Todd Stanislavski had just let himself in there.
There was an awkward moment during which Rodney blushed and stammered and felt like eleven kinds of idiot, but then Todd smiled at him -- a confident goalie smile -- and unzipped his fly.
This was nothing like standing next to another guy in a public men's room. For one thing, there was only the one commode, and Todd wasn't even facing it. And then there was the invitation. All Todd said was, "You want to?" and Rodney's life turned upside-down.
Todd might have said something else, but it was drowned out by the rushing of blood in Rodney's ears. He sank to the floor, sparing half a thought to be thankful for the shag rug in front of the sink. He licked his lips, and the hunger he saw in Todd's eyes in that moment was heady and gratifying and made him open his mouth and take Todd in.
Rodney was dimly aware of his own wet swim trunks, clammy against his skin in the air-conditioned room. He was profoundly aware that he was doing something that was really against the rules -- the kind of thing that could get a guy's ass kicked, especially a guy who was already younger than everyone else in his supposed peer group. (Right. Like these people were his peers in any way.)
But mostly he was aware of the feel of Todd's dick in his mouth. It was bigger than he'd expected, and the skin was softer. He felt clumsy and unpracticed, but Todd apparently didn't care; he was gasping, pushing forward like Rodney's mouth was the best thing ever. Rodney's own dick strained against the net lining of his swimsuit, aching.
It was over surprisingly fast. Rodney choked a little and swallowed hard, and blinked a few times.
Todd reached a hand down and helped him stand. His mouth was tingling and standing too fast made him dizzy.
"Thanks, McKay," Todd said, still smiling. "You're all right."
And then Todd left, and Rodney stared at himself in the mirror. He reached down to finish himself off, startled by how his dick surged in his hand as he watched his pale reflection's fist moving, his thumb stroking over the tip --
When he went back out to the party, he made a beeline for the pool and cannonballed into the deep end. In that moment -- sated, surprised, burning with possibility -- he didn't care how big of a splash he made.
(500 words)
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Title: Splash
Word count: 500
Rating: um, adult?
Character/pairing: Rodney McKay/OMC
Summary: "And then there was the invitation."
Splash
Rodney's first blowjob happened in the guest bathroom at Clarisse Peterson's pool house, the summer he was fifteen. He'd mapped out the branching probability tree of everything that was likely to happen at Clarisse's sweet sixteen, down to who he thought he might try to flirt with and how spectacularly that flirtation would fail.
He hadn't, however, factored serendipity into the picture. In this case, running from an angry wasp (there might have been others! What if it had friends?) into the downstairs bathroom, not realizing Todd Stanislavski had just let himself in there.
There was an awkward moment during which Rodney blushed and stammered and felt like eleven kinds of idiot, but then Todd smiled at him -- a confident goalie smile -- and unzipped his fly.
This was nothing like standing next to another guy in a public men's room. For one thing, there was only the one commode, and Todd wasn't even facing it. And then there was the invitation. All Todd said was, "You want to?" and Rodney's life turned upside-down.
Todd might have said something else, but it was drowned out by the rushing of blood in Rodney's ears. He sank to the floor, sparing half a thought to be thankful for the shag rug in front of the sink. He licked his lips, and the hunger he saw in Todd's eyes in that moment was heady and gratifying and made him open his mouth and take Todd in.
Rodney was dimly aware of his own wet swim trunks, clammy against his skin in the air-conditioned room. He was profoundly aware that he was doing something that was really against the rules -- the kind of thing that could get a guy's ass kicked, especially a guy who was already younger than everyone else in his supposed peer group. (Right. Like these people were his peers in any way.)
But mostly he was aware of the feel of Todd's dick in his mouth. It was bigger than he'd expected, and the skin was softer. He felt clumsy and unpracticed, but Todd apparently didn't care; he was gasping, pushing forward like Rodney's mouth was the best thing ever. Rodney's own dick strained against the net lining of his swimsuit, aching.
It was over surprisingly fast. Rodney choked a little and swallowed hard, and blinked a few times.
Todd reached a hand down and helped him stand. His mouth was tingling and standing too fast made him dizzy.
"Thanks, McKay," Todd said, still smiling. "You're all right."
And then Todd left, and Rodney stared at himself in the mirror. He reached down to finish himself off, startled by how his dick surged in his hand as he watched his pale reflection's fist moving, his thumb stroking over the tip --
When he went back out to the party, he made a beeline for the pool and cannonballed into the deep end. In that moment -- sated, surprised, burning with possibility -- he didn't care how big of a splash he made.
(500 words)
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Date: 2007-06-27 12:26 pm (UTC)YOU GO, RODNEY! :D
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:32 pm (UTC)I know! Isn't he adorable? :-)
Glad you enjoyed.
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Date: 2007-06-27 12:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:33 pm (UTC)For the record, I love your ferris wheel icon. (Oh, John.)
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:39 pm (UTC)Rodney! For the win!
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Date: 2007-06-27 03:40 pm (UTC)Thinking of him, I'm positively goofy with glee. :-)
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:56 pm (UTC)Oh, Rodney *squishes him*
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Date: 2007-06-27 03:51 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2007-06-27 04:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-27 06:22 pm (UTC)Oh, Rodney. :D
....
*belatedly realizes that she's replying with her
Hi, it's
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:28 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-27 07:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-27 08:09 pm (UTC)There's a reason I gravitate toward Rodney, and it's that I am a great big geek. (Well -- that, and that he's pretty. *g*) So it's fun to be able to put my geekery to work in writing fic...
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Date: 2007-06-27 10:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-28 01:06 am (UTC):-) So glad you enjoyed, hon.
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Date: 2007-06-28 04:53 pm (UTC)And I'm glad concision works for you. :-)
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Date: 2007-06-30 02:14 pm (UTC)Loved the spare but excellent description (my favorite!). :D I also loved the way this fic acknowledges Rodney's position as a social outsider and the awkwardness that entails, but also gives Rodney his trademark streak of bravado about it and lets him have a little moment of triumph. Little moments of triumph are worth a lot, and I hope this is a memory Rodney carries with him. :)
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Date: 2007-07-01 03:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-07-01 09:34 pm (UTC)Whoa. Best line: Thanks, McKay. You are all right. I like the deadpan-ness of it.
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Date: 2007-07-02 11:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-01 09:34 pm (UTC)Whoa. Best line: Thanks, McKay. You are all right. I like the deadpan-ness of it.
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Date: 2007-07-02 11:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-05-23 02:32 pm (UTC)Okay, that line made me laugh out loud, hard, without even reading further. SO Rodney. :-D
I especially liked the reason he went into the bathroom. Following another guy into a bathroom for sex is not Rodney; fleeing a potential wasp attack totally is. XD
Nice little moment out of a summer.
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Date: 2008-05-23 02:51 pm (UTC)This little vignette still makes me smile. I love Rodney a ton. :-)