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mensa_auTitle: Flexible
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Characters: John, Rod (John/Rod)
Universe: Mensa
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Written forseikaitsukimizu
“What the hell are you doing?” John asked as he stepped into Rod’s quarters, staring at McKay’s ass in the air.
“It’s called the plough pose,” Rod’s muffled voice replied. He was on his back, feet above his head, hands holding his lower back in what looked like a painful position to John. “It stretches the spine, improving flexibility. It’s also good for the thyroid gland, abdomen; eases tension in the shoulders and back and reduces stress.” In an oddly graceful movement, Rod unfurled from his position on the floor to stand in front of Sheppard with a grin.
John crossed his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed. “I didn’t know you did yoga,” he said pouting a little because Rod was an open book as far as John was concerned and it didn't make sense that John didn't know something about him--he knew everything about Rod, made it his business to know everything about Rod.
Rod chuckled, reaching for his bottle of water on the edge of his desk. “How do you think I keep my girlish figure?” he said with a wink. John rolled his eyes. "Not to mention, it makes you very...bendy," Rod said with a dirty little smirk and if John didn't know better he'd think Rod was flirting with him.
“You should try it,” Rod continued, replacing the cap on the bottle and leaning against the edge of the desk. “If anyone could do with some stress relief it’s you, John.”
“I’m not stressed,” John snapped defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. And he wasn't dammit, he just had a lot of work to do and it wasn't his fault that the minions the SGC had sent him were utterly usesless to the point that he had to double-check all their simulations himself.
Rod took a step forward. “You’re kidding right?” He smirked before stepping around Sheppard and placing a hand on John’s neck. “Jesus, how can you even stand up straight?” He began kneading the muscles, fingers digging into particularly tough spots, grinning when John’s head fell forward to his chest and he let out a soft groan. “Come on,” he said, slapping John on the arm before pushing him towards the bed. “Lay down, I’m going to need some leverage.”
John gave a few token protests about getting back to the lab, about the simulations he still had running, but lay on his stomach when Rod finally just pushed him down onto the bed. Rod straddled John’s thighs, hands immediately returning to work out the knots in John’s neck and shoulders, slowly working his way down John’s back. John tensed for a moment because fuck Rod was straddling him, something he had fantasized about for months now but then Rod's fingers dug in and all thought floated away as John surrendered to those fantastic hands. John groaned when Rod hit the spot on his lower back that had been bothering him for weeks, melting deeper into the mattress, eyes fluttering closed as he completely relaxed.
“Oh God,” John moaned, arching a little into the touch, stretching his arms so that they were at 90 degree angles from his body. “You’ve been holding out on me, Rod.”
“Well if you’d get out of your lab more often...” Rod chided with amusement, stretching out above John, braced on his hands, mouth at Sheppard’s ear, “...maybe I could show you just how bendy I really am.”
John shuddered, swallowing hard. "So," he said a little breathlessly, "yoga huh?"
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forcryinoutloudCharacters: John, Rod (John/Rod)
Universe: Mensa
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for
seikaitsukimizu“What the hell are you doing?” John asked as he stepped into Rod’s quarters, staring at McKay’s ass in the air.
“It’s called the plough pose,” Rod’s muffled voice replied. He was on his back, feet above his head, hands holding his lower back in what looked like a painful position to John. “It stretches the spine, improving flexibility. It’s also good for the thyroid gland, abdomen; eases tension in the shoulders and back and reduces stress.” In an oddly graceful movement, Rod unfurled from his position on the floor to stand in front of Sheppard with a grin.
John crossed his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed. “I didn’t know you did yoga,” he said pouting a little because Rod was an open book as far as John was concerned and it didn't make sense that John didn't know something about him--he knew everything about Rod, made it his business to know everything about Rod.
Rod chuckled, reaching for his bottle of water on the edge of his desk. “How do you think I keep my girlish figure?” he said with a wink. John rolled his eyes. "Not to mention, it makes you very...bendy," Rod said with a dirty little smirk and if John didn't know better he'd think Rod was flirting with him.
“You should try it,” Rod continued, replacing the cap on the bottle and leaning against the edge of the desk. “If anyone could do with some stress relief it’s you, John.”
“I’m not stressed,” John snapped defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. And he wasn't dammit, he just had a lot of work to do and it wasn't his fault that the minions the SGC had sent him were utterly usesless to the point that he had to double-check all their simulations himself.
Rod took a step forward. “You’re kidding right?” He smirked before stepping around Sheppard and placing a hand on John’s neck. “Jesus, how can you even stand up straight?” He began kneading the muscles, fingers digging into particularly tough spots, grinning when John’s head fell forward to his chest and he let out a soft groan. “Come on,” he said, slapping John on the arm before pushing him towards the bed. “Lay down, I’m going to need some leverage.”
John gave a few token protests about getting back to the lab, about the simulations he still had running, but lay on his stomach when Rod finally just pushed him down onto the bed. Rod straddled John’s thighs, hands immediately returning to work out the knots in John’s neck and shoulders, slowly working his way down John’s back. John tensed for a moment because fuck Rod was straddling him, something he had fantasized about for months now but then Rod's fingers dug in and all thought floated away as John surrendered to those fantastic hands. John groaned when Rod hit the spot on his lower back that had been bothering him for weeks, melting deeper into the mattress, eyes fluttering closed as he completely relaxed.
“Oh God,” John moaned, arching a little into the touch, stretching his arms so that they were at 90 degree angles from his body. “You’ve been holding out on me, Rod.”
“Well if you’d get out of your lab more often...” Rod chided with amusement, stretching out above John, braced on his hands, mouth at Sheppard’s ear, “...maybe I could show you just how bendy I really am.”
John shuddered, swallowing hard. "So," he said a little breathlessly, "yoga huh?"
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