Fic: More by neevebrody (Missing Scene-The Tao of Rodney) (PG-13)

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Title:  More
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:  McKay/Sheppard
Episode/Type:  Missing Scene from The Tao of Rodney
Word Count:  583
Spoilers: This episode only
Legal:  So not mine
Summary: Rodney nodded.  "I'd rather not explain, it's just something I'd like to do before I-"

More

"I can't do this," Rodney cried, throwing off the headband as he sat up.

"Rodney, you have to, or—"

"I know, I know.  Unfortunately, this seems to be the only thing I'm not able to do, and I don't have much time left."  He stood.  "I really need to, um, is there anything I can do for you—you know—"

"Yes, Rodney, Elizabeth's told me about what you've done, but you and I—we're good don't you think?"  Rodney noted that John couldn’t look him in the eye.

"Yes, of course we are.  Right," he said and turned to leave, but he turned right back.  "Well, then… would you do something for me?  I mean, I don't know how much time—"

"Anything, Rodney."  John's voice was low, but steady. "What is it?"

"Would you…"  Rodney took a step closer.  "Can I, uh—I'd like to kiss you."

John's face was stony, unreadable.  "You wanna kiss me?"

Rodney nodded.  "I'd rather not explain, it's just something I'd like to do before I—"

"Okay," John said, and Rodney had the feeling that John really meant it, wasn’t just humoring him because he was likely going to die.  He closed the distance between them.

In a burst of uncharacteristic boldness, he ran his hand along John's arm to the back of his neck, pulled him close, brushed suddenly-dry lips against his.  Rodney paused, his mouth slightly open, their lips barely touching, his hot breath mingling with John's in the gap.  He immediately went back for another, this time not merely brushing, more needy than demanding, eyelids fluttering shut as John responded, his bottom lip catching Rodney's and pulling it in.  Rodney turned his head and magically noses fit snugly into cheeks as he opened more to deepen the kiss, sighed at the light feathering of John's hand against his cheek before abruptly breaking away.

He didn't meet John's eyes as he said thank you and pulled his hand back.  But before he could turn away—

"Is that all you want, Rodney?  One kiss?"  John's voice was throaty and Rodney noticed a flush across his cheeks and the exposed skin of his neck.

He blinked at John.  "You mean I—I can have more?"

"Do you want more?" John asked him.

Rodney was on him instantly, hands sweeping over one another, trying to touch every available square inch, the kiss intense, slick and hot, feeding each other soft cries and little whimpers.  Rodney moved them to the bed and John followed him, sliding his hands beneath Rodney's shirt, and—all of a sudden, Rodney felt light—relaxed—what he had tried to achieve for days.  He felt the only thing holding him to the floor was John's kiss, and then…

John is calling his name, from somewhere… everything's black… he can't feel his body… drifting, in a void with nothing around him but John's voice…

"Medical team to my quarters!"

" John?"

"I'll find a way out of this, Rodney.  There has to be a way." 

"It's okay… I'm here.  Hey, remember—I'm even smarter than I was before—if I can't do it, what makes you think you can figure it out?  John?  Can't you hear me?"

"Don't you dare die on me McKay!  That's an order!  McKay?"

"John?"

"Doc, where's that goddamn medical team?!"