feel you move
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mcshep_love , prompt: hips
Rodney liked music, a wide variety of it spanning genres and time periods. The more time he spends in the Pegasus Galaxy, the more appreciation he gains for native music. He liked that most of it was just sound, no words to ruin the beat, unnecessary words to invoke emotion. Pegasus Natives didn't have much by way of technology for the most part - the wraith made sure of that - but musical instruments were hardly a threat, and so they focused their energy on creating music.
One of the things Rodney did when they returned to Earth after that first hellish year was purchase a tape recorder. It was part of his standard offworld kit.
His love of music and his desire to collect the more memorable songs was why he allowed himself to be pulled into the group of dancers by a Taku native. On the dance floor, he was closer to the source of the music; it resulted in clearer recordings.
And maybe, just maybe, he wanted to show John Sheppard and his pretty Taku floozy that he could draw admiring gazes too. Rodney did his best to avoid doing things he struggled to do well, but dancing was merely feeling the beat and moving to it. He could do that.
He did do that. It was so easy to match the sway of his hips to the beat, to close his eyes and tilt his head back and feel the vibrations through the ground, the heavy thump deep in his chest when the drums were hit. He breathed in the heat of bodies in close proximity, felt their bodies twisting with the music, and swayed his hips more. For one long, endless moment, he forgot about the recording, about John Sheppard. He hadn't danced just to dance in so long, not since his early twenties. It was freeing, an idea that seemed at odds with the close press of bodies. He hummed along with the beat, felt the vibrations deep in his chest; he threw his entire body into it, moving with the crowd. Brushes of hands and lips and faces against his chest, back, neck. Someone trailed their fingers along his shoulders, down his arm with a particularly deep thump of the drums. Rodney didn't open his eyes.
It wasn't long before someone settled their hands on his hips, pressed themselves against Rodney's back. He instinctively pressed back, felt an erection against him. Rodney's lips curled up in a pleased smile. Even if John remained oblivious still, Rodney wouldn't be going back to his hut alone tonight.
The person behind him gripped Rodney's hips tighter, pulled him back more firmly, curled one arm under Rodney's arm and across his chest. Rodney reached up and touched that arm, let his head rest against the other man's shoulder, swiveled his hips. Rodney's ass dragged against the man's groin and he groaned deep, an arousing sound felt more than heard. It sank through Rodney's back, settled in his chest.
The music was getting louder now, reaching a crescendo. The crowd's movements were getting more frantic, more heated. Rodney's thoughts were scrambling, getting lost in in the heat and music and press of a male body against his. His eyes were still closed, his body moving without input from his brain, and just as the last resounding thump of the drums shook the ground beneath his feet, Rodney hoped.
Between one song and the next Rodney twisted around, gripped his dance partner's hips, reeled him in. Rodney hoped, oh how he hoped -
He opened his eyes.
"Oh," he said. He blinked.
"My place or yours?" John asked, those slinky hips that drove Rodney nuts swaying with the music. Rodney could touch them now, grip them tight during sex and kiss them and watch them slink about Atlantis, gun belt resting low, dragging his pants down.
"Nnn," Rodney said intelligently, and John laughed. His hazel eyes were dark, pupils blown, and they stared intently into Rodney's own.
"Let's go," John said hoarsely and dragged Rodney away from the fire-lit dance floor, toward their shared hut.
Behind them, the music continued. John and Rodney's hips, however, were moving to their own beat now.
mcshep_love , prompt: hipsRodney liked music, a wide variety of it spanning genres and time periods. The more time he spends in the Pegasus Galaxy, the more appreciation he gains for native music. He liked that most of it was just sound, no words to ruin the beat, unnecessary words to invoke emotion. Pegasus Natives didn't have much by way of technology for the most part - the wraith made sure of that - but musical instruments were hardly a threat, and so they focused their energy on creating music.
One of the things Rodney did when they returned to Earth after that first hellish year was purchase a tape recorder. It was part of his standard offworld kit.
His love of music and his desire to collect the more memorable songs was why he allowed himself to be pulled into the group of dancers by a Taku native. On the dance floor, he was closer to the source of the music; it resulted in clearer recordings.
And maybe, just maybe, he wanted to show John Sheppard and his pretty Taku floozy that he could draw admiring gazes too. Rodney did his best to avoid doing things he struggled to do well, but dancing was merely feeling the beat and moving to it. He could do that.
He did do that. It was so easy to match the sway of his hips to the beat, to close his eyes and tilt his head back and feel the vibrations through the ground, the heavy thump deep in his chest when the drums were hit. He breathed in the heat of bodies in close proximity, felt their bodies twisting with the music, and swayed his hips more. For one long, endless moment, he forgot about the recording, about John Sheppard. He hadn't danced just to dance in so long, not since his early twenties. It was freeing, an idea that seemed at odds with the close press of bodies. He hummed along with the beat, felt the vibrations deep in his chest; he threw his entire body into it, moving with the crowd. Brushes of hands and lips and faces against his chest, back, neck. Someone trailed their fingers along his shoulders, down his arm with a particularly deep thump of the drums. Rodney didn't open his eyes.
It wasn't long before someone settled their hands on his hips, pressed themselves against Rodney's back. He instinctively pressed back, felt an erection against him. Rodney's lips curled up in a pleased smile. Even if John remained oblivious still, Rodney wouldn't be going back to his hut alone tonight.
The person behind him gripped Rodney's hips tighter, pulled him back more firmly, curled one arm under Rodney's arm and across his chest. Rodney reached up and touched that arm, let his head rest against the other man's shoulder, swiveled his hips. Rodney's ass dragged against the man's groin and he groaned deep, an arousing sound felt more than heard. It sank through Rodney's back, settled in his chest.
The music was getting louder now, reaching a crescendo. The crowd's movements were getting more frantic, more heated. Rodney's thoughts were scrambling, getting lost in in the heat and music and press of a male body against his. His eyes were still closed, his body moving without input from his brain, and just as the last resounding thump of the drums shook the ground beneath his feet, Rodney hoped.
Between one song and the next Rodney twisted around, gripped his dance partner's hips, reeled him in. Rodney hoped, oh how he hoped -
He opened his eyes.
"Oh," he said. He blinked.
"My place or yours?" John asked, those slinky hips that drove Rodney nuts swaying with the music. Rodney could touch them now, grip them tight during sex and kiss them and watch them slink about Atlantis, gun belt resting low, dragging his pants down.
"Nnn," Rodney said intelligently, and John laughed. His hazel eyes were dark, pupils blown, and they stared intently into Rodney's own.
"Let's go," John said hoarsely and dragged Rodney away from the fire-lit dance floor, toward their shared hut.
Behind them, the music continued. John and Rodney's hips, however, were moving to their own beat now.
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Date: 2011-04-17 07:08 am (UTC)oh man, you know how much i adore your writing. this is awesome. i love how it's rodney, this time, who's doing the dancing/seducing and how his HIPS TOTES DON'T LIE.
how could john ever resist? :D
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Date: 2011-04-17 07:19 am (UTC)I know, right? I know I wouldn't be able to. Hnn, Rodney.
I'm so glad you enjoyed though~
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Date: 2011-04-17 12:19 pm (UTC)I'm with
I love what you did with this prompt and even though you may not like it, I loved it and it was amazing!
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Date: 2011-04-18 03:05 am (UTC)I think they're both hot, and I know John has the slinky hips, but if Rodney started swaying his I'd probably be mesmerized. And drooly.
I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT BB.