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Title: Pastoral Symphony
Author name: Icarus
Author email: icarus_ancalion@yahoo.com
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Category: Slash
Sub Category: Humor
Rating: R
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: Rodney's doubtful charms first thing in the morning.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe contained in this story are Copyright MGM, Showtime, Gekko, Double Secret. No infringement on their copyright is implied. Copyright 2006 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 fun stuff.

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Pastoral Symphony
by Icarus

John woke to a flood of music, buoying, lush and hopeful, like Christmas morning. Slit-eyed, John took in McKay's alarm clock which he hadn't known about until just this second. He squeezed his eyes open and shut, scrunching up his face. Music was nice, but first thing in the morning-?

Rodney stood in the middle of his room, conducting, his sort-of-white underwear bagging about his ass. It swung a little with Rodney's sweeping gestures.

He was kinda chunky, the elastic digging under his gut, thick legs straddled and his hair plastered to his head in a greasy mess. Rodney's eyes were shut in bliss.

John stared a minute and wondered what he saw in the guy.

Then Rodney turned and looked over his shoulder at John with a supremely confident smirk, certain the attention he was getting was positive -- and then he continued conducting his clock. In his underwear.

John broke into a grin. That's why he liked him.

He stretched like a cat, dragging the covers down almost to his hips with his feet. He stopped even trying to pretend to sleep.

"Your underwear's too big," he noted, just in case Rodney hadn't noticed. You never knew with McKay.

Rodney didn't miss a beat, the imaginary baton bouncing. "I've lost weight since my military escort has done such a crap job of covering the vulnerable scientist." He gave up conducting and plunked down to straddle John's hips.

John grunted, the breath knocked out of him. Yeah. Real vulnerable there.

"Besides, Sears hasn't exactly been open lately," Rodney added bitterly.

To cut off that depressing subject John said, "When we get stateside I'll take you to Sears myself." He wriggled his hips to try to get some breathing room. Rodney needed to go on a diet. Now.

"We'll go shopping for underwear together?" Rodney's mouth worked, blue eyes naked with shock. "Have you any idea how that'll look?"

"Well," John pulled his chin in and temporized, "so long as you don't try them on for me."

Rodney's expression froze, and John lit with a wide grin at the funny image of Rodney squeezing into a really ugly red G-string. His thought must have been obvious because Rodney's shoulders slumped, his mouth tipped into a frown as he said, "You're a sick man, Major."

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