Constant Craving

Voice Post Friday

2009-11-20T14:32:12Z

And now for something completely different...

(click for huge)

Another wonderful moment from S3 - Ah, season 3, when Martin Gero loved everyone, Martin Wood was still directing, and all was right with the world. *sigh*

Friday Recap...

2009-11-13T15:35:16Z

We had picture prompts! And bearded!Rodney seemed to be universally guh-inducing, as was having 'objects' in mouths.

pixiequeen10thk gave us more luscious art, here - uhm, yeah… NSFW

When all was said and done, melagan thought it was time for some shaving - oh my!

chkc was busy with reading, studying and midterms. We're sure she aced the midterms \0/ and will just leave a little hint here for bearded!Rodney chibi for when things slow down. ;)

We started us off with a little prompt about John's reaction to Rodney's return from being off-world for a few days. Comment!fic was written, round-robin, style by melagan, theeverdream, mezzo_cammin, and myself. I've put it all together, uninterrupted, and call it

Homecoming

we started off with:

Rodney left a week ago on a companion mission with two other science teams – a real sleeper until they'd actually found something interesting, of which, of course, they needed to cart samples back to Atlantis for further analysis – and he drags through the gate dirty, exasperated, half crazed (spending so much up close time with the minions) and… bearded (they were lucky to get baths).

Woolsey and the rest of Rodney's team have come down to welcome him and the others back. And John… John doesn't see the dirty or exasperated… he sees the man who hasn't been in his bed for more than a week and the heavy, reddish-brown scruff covering his face. John's never seen Rodney other than clean-shaven; he wonders idly if beard-burn would be too telling… but then... maybe some place it didn't show. One thing's sure… if he doesn't stop staring - the way the hair frames Rodney's mouth, plumping his lower lip even more - now, things could get pretty embarrassing.

Rodney stops to exchange quick greetings and smirk at Ronon's offer of one of his knives before heading off to the nearest transporter, mumbling about hot showers and sleeping for days. John waits just long enough not to be obviously obvious, then follows… the only thing on his mind - getting to Rodney before Rodney gets to his razor. Well, that and the image of a few errant drops of come caught in the... and the scratch on the tip of his tongue when he...

melagan:
He wasn't chasing Rodney. Well, he wasn't what you'd call running down the hall... so, okay, taking a shortcut that Atlantis just happened to show him when he asked nicely didn't mean... well damn.

But Rodney with a beard just did all kinds of quivery things to John's insides and he had to find out what it felt like.

neevebrody:
The city didn't usually fuck with John this way, and okay, maybe he wasn't paying attention, and yes, now he was running, skidding to a halt in front of Rodney's quarters.

He sweeps a hand over the crystals as he gulps down a deep breath and finds Rodney standing in front of the bathroom mirror, nothing but a towel around his waist and a pair of scissors in his hand.

And jeez, his "stop!" may have been a bit on the melodramatic side, but it does make Rodney drop the scissors...

melagan:
"John? What's wrong?"

Rodney standing there in a just a towel and wide-eyed puzzlement didn't do a damn thing to slow down the beating of John's heart. If anything it make John more eager to reach out and touch.

"Don't shave the beard off Rodney. I want--," John paused not quite sure how to explain to Rodney exactly what he wanted. The steam from the bathroom was making tiny little curls in Rodney's beard and all John could imagine was how soft it would feel against his skin.

Now he just had to talk Rodney into it.

theeverdream:
When John opens his mouth, nothing comes out. Nothing coherent, anyway. There are sounds... stammering, stuttering, and Rodney's eyes get wider and he babbles at John for answers.

It isn't that John is uncomfortable with asking. He knows Rodney wouldn't laugh at him for this. Well, he's pretty sure. 'Cause if he did, John would just have to bring up that time in the tent on M1J-528 when Rodney asked him to do that really odd thing with the oddly shaped fruit, and John did it with no laughs (which was difficult) and a lot of love (which wasn't).

No, John knows this is more like plain old-fashioned speechlessness. Being this close to Rodney, smelling the sweat and the breath and not minding at all because Rodney is home... with Rodney how John has never before seen him, and it's just too much to process.

So John stops trying to talk. Instead, he cups Rodney's cheek with his hand, fingertips slowly moving over the surface of this intriguing newness. And when Rodney whispers John's name as a question, he doesn't answer. Instead, John just moves his own cheek to the other side of Rodney's face, and nuzzles like a cat.

mezzo_cammin:
"Oh." Rodney says. And Rodney gets it. John knows this, because Rodney returns John's nuzzle with a scrape of his beard against John's throat, puts his whiskered mouth against John's ear and whispers, "Something you want, John?"

The thing is, John knows that Rodney has already figured out exactly what John wants - Rodney just wants him to fucking say it. When they first got together, John was afraid Rodney might have personal hygiene issues with some of the kinkier things that John liked to do. What he has learned, though, what Rodney has made perfectly clear to him, is that Rodney will do anything, anything, for John. All John has to do is say the words. Turns out, Rodney has his own kinks, and making John tell him exactly what he wants Rodney to do to him? Is one of them.

So John turns his head until his mouth is a breath away from Rodney's, and he runs his tongue over the stubble there, feels it scratching his lips, and he whispers, "Yeah, Rodney. I want you to suck my cock. Right the hell now. I want you to rub your beard against it until it hurts so good I can't take it anymore, and then I want you-" John swallows and slides his hands onto Rodney's shoulders and leans into him as he husks, "I want you to lick my hole so hard you leave fucking burn marks on my ass that I'll feel for a week. I want you to jerk me off while you're doing that, and then I want to come all over your face. I want you to - I need -"

But Rodney isn't letting John finish.

Rodney is murmuring, "Jesus, John," and he's pushing John back against the counter and fucking John's mouth with his tongue, and he's holding John so tight against him that all John can do is relax and let Rodney do what he wants with him, let Rodney give him exactly what he asked for.

neevebrody:
John groans when Rodney spins him around, arms splayed on the wall in front of him, legs spread as wide as the pants pooled around his ankles will allow. Rodney had done just what he'd asked, sucked him so good, rubbed John's cock over his face, the burn, and just thinking of the scrape against his balls sends another shiver up John's spine.

He pushes back into Rodney. Desperate? Hell yeah, he's desperate. His lips and face sting from Rodney's kisses, his nipples still tingle and his dick's so sensitive, just one touch might make him go.

John never doubted Rodney would do it… just, Jesus, he'd had no idea Rodney would enjoy it so much. Teasing John, then giving it to him the way he'd asked. And John's not sure, but he thinks there might have been a little begging.

Rodney's moving his lips over John's bare ass now, leaving a kiss here and there then burrowing in, rubbing his face back and forth, bearing down so John feels the sting, all while teasing John open with his thumbs. Wet and slick, one circles his hole. "Jesus, Rodney…"

He works the other one around, pulling John, opening him so he can feel more than Rodney's tongue… and then it's right there... John grits his teeth at the coarse hair against the sensitive skin… back and forth… up and down… and, Christ almighty, nothing… nothing ever…

"Fuck," he gasps while he still has breath. Rodney still hasn't touched his dick, and somehow John knows if Rodney keeps this up… he won't have to.

He blows hot air onto his own skin. Even his arms feel like they're on fire. He 's suddenly aware of his thighs straining to open wider and every nerve ending in his body feels lit like a sensor array.

After one more slow circle, Rodney plunges his tongue inside, grinding his face between John's cheeks, throwing electric sparks over every inch of him… and that's when Rodney reaches between John's legs and curls his hand around John's cock – the heat and the touch sends him into another tailspin. He knows if he doesn't speak up now, he's going to lose it.

"Rodney…" His voice isn't all there, but Rodney's already a step ahead. One more wet flick and Rodney's spinning him again. And, Christ… Rodney… on his knees, eyes dark, pupils blown with lust, face flushed, jacking John's hard cock in the direction of his parted lips…

The sound of John's pulse crashes in his ears as Rodney slows a bit. Rodney raises both eyebrows and, holy fuck! John takes his dick from Rodney, hardly disturbing the rhythm. Rodney's eyes are on him and John just prays he can keep his own open. So, so close now… so…

"Do it, John… come on my face…"

…his balls tighten and he feels the tingle everywhere. So… fucking…

"I'm ready… c'mon, John… give it to me…"

…there, there, there! John's thighs tremble as his shoulders curl off the wall. The first few spurts glance off Rodney cheek – the spasms make his aim for shit – but then Rodney moves closer and, fuck, that's so hot… come on Rodney's lips, caught in the mass of hair on his chin. God. And just when John thinks it's over – blinking around the silver sparkly things that threaten to turn everything dark – Rodney's hand circles John's cock, smears it carefully over his mouth and cheeks, and that wrenches John's hips forward with the last drops.

Thank god the wall's there. It's the only thing keeping him upright. His chest still heaving, he reaches out to stroke Rodney's jaw, watches Rodney lick him clean. "Fuck…" That's all he can manage, and even that feels and sounds like grating metal, but he's pretty sure Rodney understands.

When Rodney gets up - both of them smile at the telltale pop and creak – he leans into John, smoothing a hand over his chest. John feels his heart beat against the warmth as he welcomes Rodney's kiss, running his tongue one last time over the prickly outline of those swollen lips, thankful… so thankful for what he's been given.

~~

"Why, Doctor McKay…" Mr. Woolsey looks up from his PDA as he escorts the others into the conference room for the debrief. "I thought that beard would be the first to go."

Rodney scrubs his hand over his freshly washed chin and hurriedly finds his place. "Yes, well." He tries to keep from looking in John's direction. "Some of us are just full of surprises, aren't we?"

It's a Picspam Friday.....

2009-11-06T17:25:48Z

I had originally planned something with sound(s) (outsideth3box, we'll come back to that *winks*) for this week until I got waylaid by yesterday's hewlett_daily screencap, today's too in fact. So we're going with pic prompts and you can write a porny little snippet if you're so inclined... or add to the picspam. I believe the subject matter will be quite obvious, but you know how we are here... no rules, just the love of the boys, so sharpen those imaginations, be inspired and everyone have fun!!

Objets d'guh...

And then there's just...

(Traders caps courtesy of ailurophile6)

My thoughts (beard!Rodney):

Rodney left a week ago on a companion mission with two other science teams – a real sleeper until they'd actually found something interesting, of which, of course, they needed to cart samples back to Atlantis for further analysis – and he drags through the gate dirty, exasperated, half crazed (spending so much up close time with the minions) and… bearded (they were lucky to get baths).

Woolsey and the rest of Rodney's team have come down to welcome him and the others back. And John… John doesn't see the dirty or exasperated… he sees the man who hasn't been in his bed for more than a week and the heavy, reddish-brown scruff covering his face. John's never seen Rodney other than clean-shaven; he wonders idly if beard-burn would be too telling… but then... maybe some place it didn't show. One thing's sure… if he doesn't stop staring - the way the hair frames Rodney's mouth, plumping his lower lip even more - now, things could get pretty embarrassing.

Rodney stops to exchange quick greetings and smirk at Ronon's offer of one of his knives before heading off to the nearest transporter, mumbling about hot showers and sleeping for days. John waits just long enough not to be obviously obvious, then follows… the only thing on his mind - getting to Rodney before Rodney gets to his razor. Well, that and the image of a few errant drops of come caught in the... and the scratch on the tip of his tongue when he...

Your thoughts? Your pics?

Friday Recap...

2009-11-06T16:05:45Z

My goodness… fingering turned out to be a wonderful prompt. Lots of warm, toe-curling responses (of course, we wouldn't say no to more) and some new batters stepping up to the plate. I think I can speak for melagan as well when I say that we really enjoy seeing what you all have to share each week and are full of encouragement for newbies and lurkers alike. On to the recap:

lysambre offered her lovely thoughts on Fingering;

theeverdream gave us a little glimpse at John's favorite place ;

bluejello1983 tempted with some dreamy Observations;

goddess47 showed us some Magic Fingers;

mezzo_cammin offered up one hot chess game;

chkc gave us a totally fixated John (NSFW); and

Last, but certainly not least… pixiequeen10thk presented a lovely, hot look at the boys.

New BJ Friday coming right up… (hint – pic prompts)!

(it goes without saying... If I've left someone out or a link is wrong, somebody please poke me)

Another Happy Birthday...

2009-10-24T23:41:59Z

to the lovely bluespirit_star!! I realize that I'm late for your side of the pond, but the wishes are no less heartfelt. I hope you, Mr. B and Buddy had a marvelous day my dear! And beneath the flashing card is a little something for you. *hugs*

title: A Good Soldier
pairing: John/Rodney
rating: G
Words: 870
legal: so not mine
summary: The hard ground of M3X-729 was far from hospitable and the chameleon weather of the Laderan homeworld even more so.

Rodney woke with a shiver. The hard ground of M3X-729 was far from hospitable and the chameleon weather of the Laderan homeworld even more so. A sudden breeze licked icy-blue across the tip of his ear and nose, bringing with it the lung-blazing scent of eternal winter, something he thought he'd left behind long ago.

He blinked at his wrist before tugging the collection of blankets tighter around him. They were a specialty of the natives, made from the wool of the Kepple, a shaggy, sheep-like animal plentiful in this and nearby villages. There was only one more hour until his watch. He groaned. The huddled mass beside him shifted, making Rodney strain his eyes for a better look. Unless Sheppard had grown an impressive set of dreads over the past few hours, he and Ronon had switched sentry times. Another lonely chorus of wind charged the hut, mixed with the big guy's soft snores, and made for a potentially annoying duet.

So, Sheppard was outside. Somehow, that didn't surprise Rodney at all. It wasn't their first rodeo on Ladera, and this time of night was dead calm, the easiest time to be lulled away and the time most likely for something to happen. Not to mention as cold and black as a pit. Rodney rolled his eyes in the darkness. Of course Sheppard would take this watch.

A lone bead of sweat curved stealthily away from his nape and came to rest in the hollow of his neck, giving way to a pang of something Rodney couldn't quite define. He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the door. With a heavy sigh, he pushed the mountain of Kepple off him, sat up, arched like a cat and reached for his boots. He shivered again as he worked himself into the heavy, parka-like jacket - one given to each of them by the Laderans - and gathered up the still-warm blankets. He tossed one of them over the noisy hulk on the floor, then stooped to carefully snug another around the other smaller form that revealed nothing of Teyla but the golden flow of her hair. Folding the others over his arm, Rodney stole out of the hut.

Sheppard stood at the firepit. He was wearing another of the fur-lined jackets and blowing into his hands. "You're not due for another hour, McKay. Can't sleep? Now that would be a first," he said with a chuckle. "Even for Ladera."

Rodney stopped a few feet from the pit. "Is that a backhanded insinuation that I'm lazy?" he asked, chucking one of the folded blankets over the flames and into the Colonel's arms.

"Actually, I thought it was kinda straight forward… but as long as the shoe fits…" He looked at the blanket in his hand, then back to Rodney. "What's this for?"

Rodney stepped over to one of the small benches beside the firepit, unfolding his blanket as he went. "Because it's cold out here, idiot," he replied, sitting down and draping the heavy wool over his legs. He thought to make a remark about the insulating properties of Sheppard's hair, but tugged the hood of his jacket further down on his own high forehead instead. His face flushed warm, but whether that was from the fire or Sheppard's stare, Rodney couldn't say. He gazed into the yellow-orange flames and tightened his jaw as Sheppard joined him on the bench.

"Thanks, Mom… but that still doesn't explain why you're up." Their jackets rubbed together with a dull swish as the Colonel mimicked Rodney's action with the blanket and settled in, parts of their thighs and knees touching now as well.

He sensed Sheppard's gaze drift away to find the flames, and even the little eddy swirling at their backs couldn't quench the heat in Rodney's cheeks. He cleared his throat. "Let's just say the combination of the wind and Ronon snoring isn't exactly Braham's Lullaby." He sat a little straighter and smiled when Sheppard huffed a laugh, the billowy sketch of it frozen for a few seconds in the night air before it dissolved. "So, it's been quiet?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Yep."

Out of the corner of his eye, Rodney caught the tiny nod of Sheppard's head. "Then, look," he said after a long moment of the both of them sitting there, still and silent. "I'm good. Why don't you just go ahead inside, get some sleep. I've got this." He finally turned to look at the man beside him.

Sheppard gave him a sidelong glance and a grin. "Nah… a good soldier never leaves his post early."

Reflections of the flames danced in Sheppard's eyes and Rodney found himself wondering, for just a heartbeat, what bad soldiers did and what it would take to find out.

He pushed that thought away, though, just as quickly. Sheppard wasn't a bad soldier.

Rodney nodded and turned his gaze back to the fire. They'd need more wood soon, but for now, their jackets still brushed together with each breath, it was comfortably quiet, and the touch of the Colonel's thigh, the one he hadn't moved, seemed to have chased some of the chill from the air… and, yeah, he was good.

For now.

Birthday Wishes...

2009-10-24T04:41:28Z

So many October babies! Okay, I'm a bit late... but a very Happy Birthday hestia_lacey!!

I didn't quite get the time to write anything today, so I made some art for you. (behind the cut to spare the flists) I hope you like it, dear, and I hope the next year brings you much joy, love and accomplishment. ::HUGS::

Friday!

2009-10-23T15:53:37Z

My boss was supposed to be out of the office today – he's not. What's up with that? I was going to use a little free time for today's BJ Friday prompt. Instead, I've got a new case to start work on and a spotty internet connection. By the time you read this, it will have taken me ~~twenty~~ twenty-seven minutes to post this! (I'll do a recap of last week just as soon as I can get to another computer)

For today's prompt, I'm just going to point you over to the glitter!porn party going on here. Lot's of good stuff already, and I firmly believe that glitter, sparkly curtains and harem pants are vastly untapped resources for BJ Friday. Don't you?

A couple of Brendan/Vincent ficlets...

2009-10-20T01:31:13Z

A few ficlets posted over at brendan_vincent and just a bit of housekeeping to keep things together here.

title: Playtime
author: neevebrody
rating: Hard R, mostly for swears
words: ~1,150
warnings: Boys being boys... and, god, do I love these two!
legal: I own nothing.
summary: He could have gone to the library, but he'd promised Brendan he wouldn't spend all his nights studying away from home. In turn, Brendan gave him his space and usually refrained from distracting him.

Playtime

title: Whore's Pasta
author: neevebrody
rating: R
words: ~1,200
warnings: may incite cravings to cook Italian
legal: I own nothing.
summary: "You're serious, aren't you? In case the garlic's gone to your head, Freya will be here in an hour. If we… she'll… well, she'll…"

Whore's Pasta

Ficlet: The Date (PG) Brendan/Emmett

2009-10-20T00:20:34Z

This was originally written for forcryinoutloud's Brendan/Emmett kissing meme. Some of you have already read this, so feel free to skip on by.

title: The Date
author: neevebrody
pairing Brendan/Emmett
rating: PG for some mild language
words: ~1,358
legal: so not mine
hewligan_100 prompt: #33 Too Much
beta:: the wonderful mischief5
summary: Emmett looked thoughtful and Brendan figured anyone who had to think about it that long couldn't be having much fun at all.

Four days. Four days that felt like forty. Brendan thought of how Harper had smiled and clapped him on the back when sending him off on this assignment. Yeah, right. Just the man for the job, my ass. But he supposed it was better than saying I'm sending you to godforsaken Elkins, West Virginia to babysit an eccentric herpetologist. Protective custody? Who was going to protect Brendan… from losing his mind? Though, he had to admit, the big snakes were pretty cool, especially Betty.

He stopped in the main lobby of the Longreen Snake Reserve, looking over some of the certificates and photos on the wall there. Granted, there were a few good things about this gig. The doc kept good beer, lived in a great place behind the Reserve, had a beautiful view and he could cook like nobody's business. In fact, Emmett wasn't so bad really. Brendan liked a dry sense of humor, and if you got Emmett started on the subject of snakes or his research, it was kind of fun to watch his face contort in gleeful animation while his hands tried to keep up. Of course, other than that, he'd been pretty quiet.

Continuing on his second patrol circuit of the evening, Brendan wasn't surprised to find the doc in his office, the lamp on his desk the only illumination. Brendan flipped the wall switch. "You'll ruin your eyes." Yeah, those amazing blue eyes.

Emmett looked up and seemed irritated by Brendan's presence. Brendan got the impression Emmett wasn't used to having people around. "It may shock you to know this, Agent Dean, but I've been getting along fine here for quite a while now without any help from you or the NSA, and—"

"Don't look a gift agent in the mouth, doc." Brendan leaned in the doorway. "I'm betting you've never had your life threatened before either. I've got a job to do and I intend to do it—with or without your cooperation."

"Well, let me…" Emmett glanced at his watch. "Damn, I've missed the feedings." He made to get up, but Brendan stopped him.

"It's okay, the kid did it before he left." Spencer was a local who helped out around the Reserve after school. "Listen, do you ever not work?"

Emmett smiled, and that simple act loosened something warm inside Brendan. "The work I do here is very important…"

"Yeah, yeah, I got that… but don't you… what do you do for fun?"

Emmett looked thoughtful and Brendan figured anyone who had to think about it that long couldn't be having much fun at all. The doc shook his head. "I don't know… go into town, grab a few beers, listen to the guys jaw over things at The Hunt Club."

"Then let's do it."

"What, now? You and me?"

"Doc, it's not even nine o'clock. You got a curfew or something? We'll get a couple of burgers, have a few beers. How about it?"

"But, I thought I was supposed to stay—"

"I'll be with you the whole time." Brendan raised his brows and tilted his head. Freya had possibly told him one too many times how that expression couldn't be challenged, but he added a little smile all the same. Better to give the doc the full effect.

"Sure," Emmett said, finally. "Let's go." He stood and slipped out of his lab coat. The movement tightened Brendan's chest a little as the doc turned around to hang the coat on the rack, the way the muscles shifted beneath the tight tee shirt. Brendan swallowed hard and tried not to notice the spread of the doc's shoulders, but, damn, it was pretty hard to miss. That and the way the doc's hair curled at the back of his neck. Every time he noticed it, Brendan wondered if it felt as soft as it looked.

He shifted his gaze quickly as Emmett turned back. Jesus, Dean, get a grip.

Things were kind of slow at The Hunt Club. Emmett had introduced him to the regulars and he felt better knowing he was up to date on the all the doings in and around Elkins. At least no one had noticed any strangers in town and Brendan had a hunch the regulars would be the first ones to get that word.

Despite the appetite-dampening affects of Mr. Darnell's apparent aversion to modern dentistry, the food was good, but if Brendan never heard another voice with a twang, it would be too soon. Driving back, he took a sideways glance at Emmett. The doc had been good company and Brendan had even managed to pry a few smiles out of him and get him talking about something other than his work. He'd learned all about Emmett's little sister, how Emmett had played baseball as a kid, and, of course, saving Betty. Technically, that last was about work, but the way Emmett told it, the story had been pretty exciting.

Yep, one more Bud and one too many three-chord, tears-in-your-beer song, and the doc had talked about a lot of things. Like his bad luck in relationships with women… men, too, apparently, if he'd read all the hints and slipped pronouns right. Brendan wasn't sure why that should make his pulse throb or his breathing shallow, but for sure, the job had just gotten a hell of a lot more interesting.

Back at the Reserve, Brendan pulled Emmett's truck around back and lent a helpful hand getting Emmett onto the porch. He wasn't shit-faced or anything, just endearingly tipsy. The doc fumbled with the keys in Brendan's hand, trying to show him the right one in the light from the single bulb beside the door.

"This one," he said, looking into Brendan's eyes, but he didn't let go of the key, relaxing his hand instead so that it rested against Brendan's wrist. "Thanks. I had a good time." Emmett's voice was soft, his eyes a deeper blue in the dim glow. "You know, it hasn't escaped me that you're bored to death out here and that you think I'm just some stuffy academic you have to look out after, but tonight… tonight was really nice. I enjoyed tal-"

Damn. The doc had him at "this one" and Brendan knew it. Trying to stop things now would be like trying to sneak old man Darnell's tin of Skoal, so why fight it. Emmett's mouth was as warm and soft as his voice and Brendan didn't mind at all the way the doc had slipped his arms around his waist or the way he was kissing back, teasing his way slowly into Brendan's mouth, making Brendan's head light and filling out the front of his jeans. He tried to pull away to unlock the door, but Emmett chased his lips and pulled him back in.

And, God, those arms and shoulders were strong when the doc meant business. Brendan quickly found himself pinned against the rough lapboard siding, which must have startled Emmett, because he broke the kiss immediately. "We need to go inside," he said, all kinds of want coloring his words, his eyes clear and steady.

This date was better than any Brendan had been on in recent memory, and he really didn't want anything that might happen to be just about the beer or the fact that the doc hadn't been laid in a while. Hell, he hadn't been laid in… well, too damn long. There was still a job to do, after all, and as of right now, Emmett was still his charge. His own hand fumbled with the lock before getting the door opened and following Emmett inside. Maybe just a nice little make-out session in front of that big plate glass window, with the stars and that big, yellow harvest moon for a background. Then he'd make sure Emmett was all tucked in before taking up watch.

There was plenty of time to see how far this might go. The custody wouldn't be forever, but that protection thing… Brendan had a feeling that might be something that would last way beyond the end of the job.

It's that time of year again...

2009-10-18T14:47:49Z

You know... when the days are getting shorter and you have this overwhelming need to be in bed by 7:30 pm because, dammit, it's dark outside. Well, I've got the perfect solution for the DDD (daylight deprivation depression), er, at least melagan does. It's the John Sheppard That Thing We Don't Talk or Hug About - a kind of lo--like meme that's guaranteed to brighten your day Sheppard style, *shrugs* you know.

The link takes you to the post and the rules, so go on *shoulder bump* go have some fun and tell someone how much you sort of... like that they're around and stuff.

Oh, but be sure to go back to your own LJ and post the link your comment thread because otherwise, no one will know if you don't tell them about it. Mine is here... *scrubs hand over back of neck* if anyone wants to... you know.

Hopeful...

2009-10-11T02:43:02Z

As reported by BBC News, President Barack Obama has promised to end the ban on gays serving in the military. In a speech to the Human Rights Campaign in Washington, he said he would repeal DADT, but no timeline was given. Also during his speech, President Obama called on Congress to repeal the Defense of Marriage Act and for legislation that would extend benefits to domestic partners.

All I can say is, action speaks louder than words Mr. President. Here's hoping that action will follow swiftly.

ETA: Another article a bit more in depth at huffingtonpost.com.

it's that time again...Friday!

2009-10-09T15:26:23Z

First of all, the recap for the past two weeks is here.

I've been thinking lately about all those utility closet fics… you know the ones, we've all written one and/or read many. That put me in mind of semi-public blowjobs (or handjobs, or frottage - picky, I'm not). Whether it's the closet or Rodney's lab late at night… just that little chance that someone might see… or hear… And with Atlantis earthbound for the time being, what about shore leave?

So... somewhere on the streets of San Francisco, or off-world, or any number of vestibules and causeways on Atlantis… it is a pretty big place. I'm sure our boys have found a few well-sheltered spots that still offer that titillating threat of exposure. Or, maybe we see the boys through someone else's eyes, with John and Rodney completely unaware? (can I bribe someone to write that?)

Fic: Memento Mori (Seize the New Day) McShep (NC-17)

2009-10-03T11:51:51Z

Written for the 2009 McShep Match - Team War
Prompt: Carpe Diem

Title: Memento Mori (Seize the New Day)
Author: neevebrody
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17-Adult
Warnings: Adult Situations, Language, Futuristic Earthside AU
Word Count: 21,400
Legal: None of these characters belong to me.
Author's Notes: Huge thanks and four vats of aged roos wine to my fabulous beta, mischief5 I could not have done this without her. The story is a homage to the old-school sci-fi of the '50s and '60s, and is very loosely based on one of my favorite stories, "The Pedestrian" by Ray Bradbury.
Summary: The banging at his door woke him immediately. He threw off the covers as he became more aware and stumbled out of the bed, heart racing and chest aflame at the sudden intrusion of his sleep. Just as he reached the bedroom door, he heard a crash and heavy footsteps coming toward the hallway. Jesus, surely they hadn't started home invasions again. A flash of fear joined the emotional soup - he had all his work laid out on his desk, the file readers, and what if someone had found out about…

The link will take you to my dreamwidth journal, where you will find the fic all in one post.

Memento Mori...

Brendan, Emmett, Kissing...

2009-10-01T17:22:57Z

Because I am totally on board with this... I pimp!

♥♥♥ Brendan/Emmett Kissing Meme! ♥♥♥

forcryinoutloud has asked for kissing and nothing but kissing! There can be no bad here, people. Click the link to see the rules. I'm already working on mine... how about you?

neevebrody @ 2009-09-30T07:31:00

2009-09-30T11:44:36Z

The 2009 mcshep_match is over! And what a great match - 60 new pieces of brilliant storytelling and art for your McShep pleasure. The Master List is up here and it can now be revealed that my story is Memento Mori (Seize the New Day). And please note, there are spoilers for the fic in the comments, so if you want the full effect of the story, do not read the comments first.

Oh and you should bookmark that Master List, because it's just one big fantastic rec list. You can see for yourself, I was part of a team of awesome writers and artists and I was honored to be there. Winners will be announced tomorrow.

As you know, I'm thinking of signing up for smallfandom_bb, but now I'm waffling a bit... not about signing up but about which Hewligan pairing to write. I first thought Brendan/Emmett (something to do with the WHO and Doctors Without Borders) but then another pairing came to mind, one that I've already been thinking of writing - Gus Gruber (The Triangle) and Dr. Tom Arquette (Profiler). What if Gus had survived his trip to the Bermuda Triangle only to return home to a family tragedy which leaves his ex-wife dead and his child in the hospital. Dr. Tom meets a very distraught Gus in the hospital cafeteria and what starts as a friendship builds into something more as Tom helps Gus through a maze of guilt and insecurities so that he can be a better father.

Add to that a very challenging prompt posted at the site pairing David Worth (Cube) and Alex DeMouy (Cupid). Worth survives the Cube and DeMouy is the one he tells his story to. Now this is what a challenge is all about and I have to admit, I am very tempted to give that a go.

So, because I am waffling, another poll - just for me to gauge interest.

View Poll: #1464459

kisses...

2009-09-28T22:56:35Z

For the Brendan/Vincent fans, just to let you know, like the mcsheppers and non-mcsheppers, we're celebrating kisses over at brendan_vincent too. There are already some lovely kisses posted, and I'm sure there will be more. We'll run through Saturday and hopefully have a nice little collection by then.

pimping and a poll

2009-09-27T15:58:19Z

You have until Tuesday to read and vote at mcshep_match. If the number of comments means anything... Team Peace just might be ahead (oh noes)! We can't let that happen. The reveal and Master List will go up on the 29th as well (then you'll all know which story is mine), but you still have until then to make your guesses as to the authors/artists if you want. There are prizes involved for the most correct guesses - see this for all the details. So, if you've got a little free time and you want to read some seriously fantastic fic (and there are 5 entries of awesome art), go take a look and please, please, please vote for TEAM WAR!

Next up, I realize another challenge is the last thing I need to be thinking about... but it's the Small Fandom Big Bang!! The link takes you to the site where you can find all the info. Even if I don't sign up... doesn't mean you shouldn't. Being Human, Castle, Chronicles of Riddick, Eureka, Primeval, Psych and Pushing Daisies are just a few of the fandoms to choose from. And while there are some great prompts... you can write your own as well. The word count requirement is only 20,000 - an attainable goal for me since I've just finished one over that. I'm thinking of writing Hewligan myself - have a little Brendan/Emmett plot bunny that should fit the bill nicely. Gee, have I talked myself into this yet? Hmmm, maybe a poll to see who's with me on this...

View Poll: #1463165

(And just what is this "detect" instead of preview? Is this permanent? It has the same function so why change the name... has someone at LJ put Ford in charge of naming things?) ETA: Huh... the preview button is back now...I swear it said Detect before... weird!

Friday Recap...

2009-09-24T14:11:12Z

Can you believe it's almost Friday again? Well, here's the recap from our "Numbers" BJ Friday - and before I go any further, I suggest having ice or other sufficient cooling device nearby. I'll wait. *tap tap tap* Okay, here we go:

melagan gave us some very hot Random Numbers - Mmmmm, nipples... *shakes self*

In response to that... mashimero was inspired and, damn, it does look good on a big screen! I'm going to say NSFW just to be cautious - but HOT, definitely!

Next, pixiequeen10thk treated us to 13.5 Seconds of NNNRRRGGHHHH! I'll just give you a few tics to replace your ice, shall I?

And I'll never be able to look at measuring tape the same way again, thanks to chkc! This one's a definite NSFW. Oh, oh!!

All that after I started things off with my favorite number (Rodney's, too, apparently) here.

At this point I will reiterate (and advocate) the use of the John Sheppard Rule Book. If you feel inspired by this topic, you can post your inspiration anytime. That said, if you're ever curious about past topics, just visit the BJ Friday tag here or at melagan's journal, there.

Enjoy your day everyone!

ETA: lysambre offers a very lovely #42! See? Love that Sheppard Rule Book!

Another Friday!

2009-09-18T14:49:02Z

I woke up early this morning and thought... today is BJ Friday, my BJ Friday. And you're thinking of this at 4:47 AM, I asked myself. Who thinks of blowjobs at 4:47 AM? You, apparently, I answered myself... (and I dare say that both John and Rodney have found themselves awake early, either snugged up against the other or missing them, and done the same) ...and before this gets any more weird, I'm calling this BJ Friday all about numbers. Time, equations, room numbers... I must admit, I do have a particular number in mind...

Decisions

He isn't sure why this particular time should be different, but Rodney can't wait for John's cock… can't wait until John finishes with him, that is. Rodney needs it. Now. And he's not in the mood to negotiate or, hell, even ask, and he knows John secretly loves that… it gets John hot when Rodney just makes a decision and goes with it. Those kinds of things usually end up to John's benefit, or so it seems. Deep down, Rodney's kind of awed at how John never questions and how he only kicks up a fuss for appearance's sake, willingly going wherever Rodney wants, letting Rodney take him. So Rodney takes.

He looks down at John, on his knees beside him, bent over Rodney's own hard, flushed cock, and wonders how he's even able to think the way John's pulling on him with his mouth… like some sort of magnetic force… Rodney's hips moving with the same rhythm… up and back, in and out. He tugs at John's hip, smiling because John seems to think Rodney just wants to play with his ass. But as John backs a little toward him, Rodney grabs John's thigh, swinging it over his chest, glad they chose the floor this time so they could spread out. He strokes lightly over John's balls and tugs on his dick with one hand while the other kneads John's ass, pulling one cheek aside, opening him up.

John moans and that sends electric vibrations up Rodney's body. "Fuck yes…" John breathes, pulling off, Rodney thinks, for just long enough to see where this is going.

The silken shaft warm in his hand, Rodney eases John a little lower and raises his head to tongue the soft mound between John's balls and the puckered blush of his asshole. John warms to this right away… backing up to ease the strain on Rodney's neck… taking Rodney into the hot depths of his throat.

It's Rodney's turn to moan, lift his hips, and tongue higher, where the skin is like satin and the muscles purse, then relax, welcoming him. Rodney could just go with this… abandoning his original thought… but that thought burns anew as John's breathing gets harder and he ups his pace.

With one last lick, Rodney nudges John up, pulling him back until John's cock is right there, and Rodney rolls his head from side to side, a slick of precome stretching from his chin to cheek, his mouth chasing the head of John's cock until he finally catches it, taking John in, both hands on John's ass and a finger straying over to tease it's way just inside. God, he loves those vibrations… as much as he loves the closeness, John's trembling thighs on either side, John's musky scent, literally, in his face.

Rodney works this position as best he can, his mouth full of hot, hard dick as John brings him closer and closer. The way John responds makes Rodney's heart beat faster, but Rodney's really being selfish… this is what he needs right now… John rocking his hips, pushing himself gently into Rodney's throat as the pressure builds. Rodney steels his thighs and digs his heels in a little as his balls pull up and tighten… it's just there… just out of… on the other side of John's next deep thrust… boiling up as John wraps a hand around Rodney's cock to go with his mouth… so close… the burning flutter deep inside finally rumbling over into waves. Rodney arches higher into that wet heat, moaning around the cock in his own mouth.

John stays with him just long enough, then spins around to center himself over Rodney's chest, leaning forward so that his cock brushes the contours of Rodney neck and face before finding his mouth again. Rodney takes a firm grip at the base and licks the underside with the flat of his tongue, sliding the now sensitive head back and forth until he has John groaning and gripping a fistful of Rodney's hair… just hard enough to sting and, Jesus, that sends another shudder roaring through Rodney. He knows John's almost there… and just how to push him over.

"Look at me," Rodney's voice is a torn whisper as he catches John's gaze. He begins to stroke John, firm and kind of twisty, tongue darting out to tease the slit, his lower lip catching the ridge and that little bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes… John gets harder a split second before the first warm splash hits Rodney's chin, then he opens up to take the rest… John jerking in Rodney's hand, spurt after hot spurt… John's face blissfully contorted in a wide-eyed way that makes Rodney's chest burn.

And when it's over, once they've dragged each other to the shower, they stand there, the hot water making their muscles feel like molten lead, lips locked together in alternating states of sucking each other's face and barely touching until they're satisfied to fall into bed, their bodies touching, always touching, and sleep 'til morning.

That should get some creative juices flowing...

The Final Week...

2009-09-17T09:57:30Z

We're down to the final 6 entries for this year's McShep Match! The artists and writers for both teams, War and Peace, have done their very best to bring you the very best - art and stories that are beautiful, moving and heart-warming - just what you've come to expect from the Match. It seems that the reading and commenting might have fallen off in the last few weeks and that's such a shame. It would also be a shame if the Match wasn't continued for lack of interest. Actually, that'd be heartbreaking.

I can't say if my story has been posted yet or not, but there's still plenty of time to make your guesses on the author/artist. It's been a little disheartening to see that being largely overlooked as it's one of the most fun things about the Match... and this year, there's even an incentive to make as many guesses as possible. All the artist/author interviews are posted at the "guess" entries each day, so you have a chance to familiarize yourself if there are authors you don't know.

And, hey, I'll even make it easy for you... just click the banner. Works like a stargate... it'll take you right to the site.

We're allowed to beg, wheedle and basically pester the living daylights out of our friends to get you to read and vote, so consider yourself pestered. I encourage you to vote favorably for TEAM WAR (then again, I'm totally biased), but PLEASE DO VOTE!

there's still time...

2009-09-17T02:19:01Z

A very HAPPY BIRTHDAY wish to vexed_wench!!

I hope you had a fabulous day, hon, and may the coming year bring you much happiness... and CAKE!

My Sunday

2009-09-14T04:00:35Z

I abandoned all fannish interests today - no writing and not art making - in favor of my renovation project. My nephew finally moved out and I am moving downstairs!! Downstairs is a finished basement with almost as much square footage as the upper level of the house. It's going to be like having my own one-bedroom apartment. \0/ Privacy!! There is a LOT of work to be done and my joints and muscles willing... I'm really going to enjoy it. Since funds are a bit tight, I'll need to do this a bit here, a bit there so I thought I'd document the whole thing. We steam-cleaned the carpets today and can I just say eeewwwwwww! I can't believe they were that bad. There is a bit of a dampness problem, but we're taking care of that as well... and, I figured out the problem with the toilet in the bathroom. I just need to replace the stop valve and it should be good to go. I'm going to try it myself first before calling a plumber. At any rate, I took some 'before' pics today and will be taking photos as I go along with this project. I am seriously psyched! The befores are behind the cut.

This is the living area I suppose. The back wall is underground so we've had a bit of trouble when it rains for long periods. I don't plan to have my living space here, maybe the exercise equipment.

The kitchenette. Used to have a refrigerator down there but my son took it when he moved out. I'm going to have a mini-fridge and maybe one of those fancy wine storage thingys. Coffee maker and microwave should suffice (though I will use the kitchen upstairs for actual cooking). Things are such a mess right now.

Standing in the kitchen looking out. The stairs lead to... upstairs and this area and the area to the right will probably be my living space - so I can look outside. It's not a bad view in the spring and summer.

The area to the right of the glass doors. The drums belong to some friend of my nephew. They are going!

The bedroom. As you can see, painting is definitely on the agenda. The block walls are a bitch to paint, but those are just the outside foundation. All the interior walls are sheetrock, which will need to be puttied, since my nephew used mini railroad spikes to hang all of his... stuff.

Standing in the bedroom looking into the bathroom. Oy, the bathroom! I didn't get a close shot, but I'm going to have to tear out all the baseboard molding, pull the floor up, lay a new floor (tile maybe) and seal it with vinyl molding. The shower is all tile and it's great... just have to keep that grout clean! Oh, the big white rectangle was a painted projection screen for my son's projector/tv. It was really cool, watched a lot of SGA on that thing. Now it is full of mini railroad spike holes.

Standing in the corner of the bedroom looking out. That's the closet. Fresh paint is going to be a major player in this renovation.

Kitchen again. There to the left is the bedroom.

Standing back at the fireplace looking out. The door to the left of the stairs goes to underneath the house, much bigger than a crawlspace - where the breaker boxes, water heater and main water shut off are located. Probably going to need to get a moisture barrier in there at some point. The nasty recliner is toast and you can see the steam-cleaner. I'm keeping it for an extra day to do some upstairs carpets as well. (my back is not happy)

Lastly, this is the view from the glass doors. The yard is fairly large and there's a little cement mini-patio right outside the door. If you can keep the mosquitoes away, it's kind of nice to sit outside and have a cup of tea.

The next big thing is painting. Bedroom first so I can move my stuff, then I'll tackle the rest of the walls a bit at a time. My son was great and helped today with the carpet cleaning. I might be able to entice him to help with painting. Usually buying him dinner and a beer works well. It's going to be a fun time and I hope to be done by Christmas or the first of the year anyway. I'll post more pics as I go along.

On a happier note... McShep Match!!

2009-09-06T22:01:50Z

We're almost to the half-way point in posting the McShep Match entries! So many fantastic fics and gorgeous art have been posted already. I get so excited in anticipation of seeing what the next day's prompt will be. It seems that the reading and commenting might have fallen off a bit in the last few days, so I want to encourage everyone to hop on over and enjoy what's already there. Oh, and my story? Will it be posted tomorrow? Has it already been posted? You've got a new chance each day to guess the author/artist and I've really enjoyed seeing those guesses and making a few myself for Team Peace.

And, hey, I'll even make it easy for you... just click the banner. It's like the Ruby Slippers... it'll take you right to the site. There's no place like McShep Match...

If you're not already watching the comm, please do – that way you won't miss a thing. I also encourage you to vote favorably for TEAM WAR (then again, I'm totally biased), but please do vote!

Love Poem Meme

2009-09-06T21:40:15Z

First seen at villainny's: write a love poem in 15 words.

You linger.
In dreams, in waking.
On my sheets, 'tho
you've been gone
too long.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DORIE!!

2009-09-06T06:28:14Z

Friend - Function: noun
1 one attached to another by affection or esteem
2 a favored companion

Happy Birthday my friend! May the coming year bring you your every heart's desire. In the meantime, a little something:

title: Neither Sleet nor Snow nor Rain, Rain, Rain…
author: neevebrody
pairing: John/Rodney
rating: G
beta: Unbetaed due to time – but please feel free to point out any errors.
summary: At some point over the last few years in this lonely town, before John had made it his home, Rodney had found himself longing for the day he'd get a package just like this one: a new destination, a new project, a new mission.

Note: This is part of the wonderful AU Dorie (sonadorita) created in They Say He Was on the Moon. If you're new to my journal and/or haven't read this story yet, you owe it to yourself to stop right now and go read it first. You will not be sorry and you'll get the background for this piece.

Neither Sleet nor Snow nor Rain, Rain, Rain...

"I'm telling you, Ol' Ronnie is like a young buck on his first date about those government men coming into town." Caddie freshened Rodney's cup with dark, steamy liquid that smelled like heaven. Her smile was her usual, but her eyes posed a question her lips didn't speak. Rodney knew that because Caddie hadn't been the only one in town to not ask the same question.

Rodney nodded his thanks and held the heavy, warm mug with both hands for a moment after taking a sip, letting the aroma mingle with the taste at the back of his throat before swallowing. Heaven. If there was anything to beat down the gravamen of Matlock's cold rain, it was Caddie's special brew. "It's like I told him, Caddie, I wouldn't get too excited. They're coming here to take a few measurements and make a seismic evaluation of the land along the fault in western Mason County. It has nothing to do with the, uhm… and I can assure you, they're not from the TV or the news and they won't be doing any interviews." He looked down at his watch and smiled nervously, taking another sip of coffee while Caddie swished off to warm someone else's cup.

It was amazing the way news traveled in Matlock, and how it ripened. When someone – who thought they knew what they were talking about – started something on one side of town, the information got shaped and altered, added to and taken away from, as though it had made the trek through a kaleidoscope. What emerged on the other end was just a handful of fractured colored glass – no meaning whatsoever without any context, and that was something the people of Matlock never had to begin with.

Rodney sighed and glanced at his watch again just as Caddie set down a piece of apple pie next to his cup, the cinnamon rising on the steam to tickle his nose. "Now that's fresh out of the oven, hon," she said, her voice bursting at the seams with pride. "You get the first piece."

Rodney smiled at her. A real smile. She was one of the few in Matlock who got that from him.

"Got a piece put back for John, too." There was a definite twinkle in her eye at that. "He's a bit late, isn't he?" Her look went straight through Rodney; into the very back of his mind where the same thought had just gelled. The warmth in his cheeks spread to the tips of his ears, and Caddie's little I'm not blind grin told Rodney he needn't worry about him and John being tumbled through a kaleidoscope – at least not by her. "Not surprising the way that…" The door to the pub opened with a tinkle of the bells hanging from a hook on the inside and the sweep of rain-scented air that swirled around Rodney's feet. "…well, speak of the devil," she said, turning around for a cup and saucer.

She was filling the cup by the time John took a seat on the barstool next to Rodney. His greeting was pleasant, as usual, hand lingering on Rodney's shoulder just long enough to make the knotted muscles begin to lengthen. John's touch was warm and reassuring and the tiny squeeze before he let go was a promise for later.

Caddie set the cream and sugar down, along with John's wedge of pie, and returned to Nad at the end of the counter, who was grousing about something or other.

"Anything?" Rodney asked.

"Yep." John drew a handful of mail from his bag. He handed a few letters and a large manila envelope to Rodney and placed a collection of bills, letters and circulars on the bar for Caddie.

Rodney held the large envelope as if it contained highly volatile material, and in a way… it did. At some point over the last few years in this lonely town, before John had made it his home, Rodney had found himself longing for the day he'd get a package just like this one: a new destination, a new project, a new mission. But it never came. After the launch, he was sure it would follow. But it didn't. Now that he dreaded rather than desired it… here it was.

His hands shook a little as John leaned in close, warm breath like a caress as he spoke. "Go on, open it. I've waited for hours already."

The sound of John's voice, the scent of his body weaving itself around them – damp uniform, sweat and that cheap aftershave – crawled all over Rodney, making him more reluctant than ever to open it. "Can't we wait until later?" he asked. He couldn't lose this. This… oh god, he wasn't sure what this was, but he couldn't lose it. He wouldn't. He'd refuse to leave Matlock. They could do whatever they liked to him, but he was staying. Life here wasn't perfect, but the nights at the lake… the mornings waking up wrapped in John's arms… Rodney knew that was as close to perfect as he'd ever get.

He listened to the relentless din on the roof and stared, not seeing, at the envelope. Afraid? No more than having to finally fulfill his mission had been. No more than when those government men would show up in the dead of night with another… project. He just never thought he'd want so bad for it to be here, to be his.

John bumped Rodney's shoulder and closed his mouth around a forkful of pie. His eyes nudged further. Now, they said, and Rodney numbly ran his finger beneath the flap while focusing on the bit of cinnamon-laced crust in the corner of John's mouth and the way the pink tip of his tongue whisked it away. "Hurry, before Caddie comes back," he mumbled around his pie.

Rodney took a deep breath and pulled the official looking dossier from the envelope. Opening the folder, he scanned the neat typeface for the key words buried among all the sanctimonious jargon. There they were. His brain scoured them several times, turning them over and around to make sure they meant what they said.

He turned to John, a grin on an upwards slant and the air beginning to return to his lungs, blood flowing again, warming him like Caddie's coffee. He nodded and blinked back the sting, hoping it didn't show too much.

John's eyes smiled back. "This calls for a celebration," he said, and that was another promise for later. John took a last gulp as Caddie returned and picked up her mail. "John Sheppard, do you ever bring good news?" She frowned as she shuffled through the stack.

Rodney huffed a laugh as John swung off the stool, his grin widening.

"Every now and then," he told Caddie, grabbing his bag and shoving the rest of his pie in Rodney's direction. "Every now and then."

~fin~