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Title: Coming Attractions
Author name: Icarus
Author email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Sub Category: Humor
Pairing: John/OMC, John/Rodney
Summary: John has no idea what the future holds. And even if he had a crystal ball he wouldn't believe it.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe contained in this story are Copyright MGM, Showtime, Gekko, Double Secret. No infringement on their copyright is implied. Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in whole or part without the author's explicit permission. Ask, guys. I'm easy to reach and usually quite generous.
Author notes: Unbeta'd, written for the porn battle. Prompt: Future.
So, John was a bit of a hero with his men. It wasn't an ego-thing, just something he'd noticed. After all, he had saved Atlantis on a dozen different occasions. The men straightened up when he was around and it wasn't just the usual "here comes the commander, quick, hide the bodies" attitude either.
Okay, sure, there was some of that. But most of them looked at him with a glowing proprietary pride, like "that's our guy," especially the ones who'd been there from the beginning.
Then sometimes John would recognize the "puppy dog" look, the other kind of lingering admiration in a set of warm eyes that would trail him as he did the rounds. John would smile back with an amused gleam, knowing those eyes didn't stop at the uniform; they had him stripped to his dogtags. With his return smile (John knew he shouldn't encourage it, but really, where was the harm?) the admiring look would heat with want. They would exchange a look. Not too long though. John didn't want to give the guy any ideas.
It was a bit of a thrill.
As he turned away, glancing at the ceiling and smothering what was probably a smirk, he'd feel the guy's eyes practically drill a hole in the ass of his BDUs.
"What's so funny, sir?" Lorne invariably was way too observant.
Of course, John knew how that would go if he followed through, but he could still fantasize about it over dinner, humming inwardly as he buttered a roll.
"You're in a good mood," Teyla noted.
"Well, I'm in good company." And he really should tell her the eyeroll was getting a lot less subtle.
Fortunately, Rodney showed up right about then, and Ronon asked Rodney something, ignoring the answer as usual -- John was beginning to think that Rodney was Ronon's personal Muzak -- so John could comfortably tune them all out.
The trouble with John's fantasies is that they insisted on being realistic. John was a feet-on-the-ground kind of guy.
He'd invite the soldier to his room on some paper thin excuse -- the thinner the better, really, just to make his intentions crystal clear -- and the guy would stumble in, all shy and nervous. He was the commander and all, and they were breaking regulations. Which was kinda hot. John couldn't help a predatory smile as he licked a bit of butter off his thumb.
"Are you going to eat that?" Rodney leaned over the table.
The next part was the sticking point. John would have them both naked -- he'd skip ahead, since that's where they were headed anyway -- but what he liked, what he wanted, well. It wasn't all that commanding. John dipped his head and flushed, squirming a little. Of course, he could top, but damn it, it was his fantasy. He should be able to have what he wanted.
So in his mind's eye he'd try out different positions. Sitting on the guy, lips parted in a gasp as he drilled down onto him, the astounded look on the guy's face, staring up at him in total disbelief that he was doing this to his commander. Then John's favorite, standing, forearms braced against the wall, legs parted… that breathless moment as the guy came up behind him, a hot exhale over his shoulders as John let his head drop and the guy palmed his hip… that thick hard pressure pressed against him, the bare skin against his ass. The tease of his head, pushing in, and John resisting a little with a wince, until he finally let go.
"Are you all right, Colonel?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine."
It was so good, even with the noise of the commissary around him. John shut his eyes and shivered, let his head fall back.
"Don't try to talk to him today, he's in la-la-land."
Trouble was, his imagination wouldn't let him just leave it there. No, no, it had to be "realistic." So they'd be in bed next, and John would feel the warm weight of the guy's arm across the chest, pulling him in tight. Which was nice, steadying after all that hot sex, but a little off; where did all the hero worship go, right?
The next morning -- because there was always a next morning, John wasn't one to leave -- they'd be in the shower, maybe a blowjob, which was a fun way to wake up. Kissing in a steam-filled room. John was big on kissing.
But then there'd be that possessive slap on the ass, or the towel snap. John would glare at the guy but he wouldn't get the message. It had happened all too often.
Then the shoulder squeeze, and… well, little things, annoying things. Like standing in his space. Or catching up to John at odd times and backing him against the wall. Hot during sex. So not hot at any other time. Grabbing his ass when he was thinking about something else and not in the mood, damn it. That bouncing arrogant strut that made John want to grind his teeth.
This one was unusually persistent. John visualized the papers and happily sent him back on the Daedalus.
"Ground control to Major Tom? Colonel?"
What John needed was someone who wouldn't change after sex.
"Colonel, whatever you're thinking you need to stop, because I can hear you grinding your teeth from here."
"What? Oh." John straightened and shook himself. "Sorry."
"So, as I was saying before you started drowning me out -- you're going to need dentures at this rate -- are we on for tonight? Zelenka and I have Star Wars run through the Ancients' holographic system, wait'll you see it!" Rodney was glowing. "Beats any 3-D you've ever seen. X-wings, right overhead!"
"‘Obi-wan Kenobi, you're my only hope?'" John quipped.
"Better," Rodney grinned at him.
"Sure. Sounds great." It wasn't as if John had any plans. Not realistic ones. "Zelenka coming?" he added with an absent flick of his fingers.
Rodney looked oddly cagey and evasive. Uncomfortable. "Um. No, I, uh, thought... maybe just you and me this time?" he said, his voice rising. The light in his wide blue eyes was hopeful and worried as he searched John's face.
John looked at him with a funny squint, then dismissed the feeling that something was up with a shrug. "Okay. See you there."