Outside of the weepiness, the hormones have also made me nostalgic. Today, I think a look back might be in order. It was the last BJ Friday before S4 started, I believe, (yes, this has been going on a long time) and to celebrate, melagan had a most interesting prompt. I took it and wrote a little something, but I'm only going to use a portion here (a lot of which is her original prompt). COMPETITION! This one's for melagan - Happy Blowjob Friday, my dear.

John was going to win this round even if it meant playing dirty and this was his last chance. The "competition" had been a good way to relieve the boredom from the SGC imposed hiatus on gate scouting and other "heavy lifting" missions, but the orders had come with the afternoon databurst - this was the last Friday before the team's missions rosters were slated to start up again in full swing, and that made it imperative for John to pull out all the stops.

On his way to this week's designated place, he chewed down a couple of Altoids, just before mentally nudging Rodney's door.

"Hey, Rodney, I've got a little surprise for--" John pulled up short, his mind went a little hazy, because--

goddamn, McKay was wearing his labcoat- and nothing else!

Unbuttoned!

As Rodney moved, bits and flashes of his skin showed through the coat; creamy, warm skin, flushed and teasing skin, Rodney's skin, all right there just waiting for him. Well, fuck.

"Well," Rodney asked, "you coming in or what?"

When the door closed behind him, John was left standing, hands on his hips, gaping. Wasn't it just like McKay to do something like this, especially when John had carefully planned his assault - a quick, dirty, mind-blowing blowjob? Now all he wanted to do was throw Rodney down and take his time, touching, perusing, licking over all that skin, working all the places that drove him crazy – because a lust-crazed Rodney was the best kind of Rodney to have.

We know these boys are competitive at everything, right...?

(If you want to read the rest of the above, here's the link.)