The Near Miss Saga 3

Fixation

by Cynical_Coat

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asc/ccoat/nmsaga03.php
Summary: Just another routine search of the Ancient city... So why does Rodney need an escort?

John was always learning new things.

Like today. Today he had learned that when a bored astrophysicist asks you to escort him around an unexplored section of the big alien city where you now live, you should probably say no.

The same goes for what you should say when that same bored astrophysicist asks you to touch the glowy panel on the back wall of the tiny, cramped, stuffy, dimly lit, little closet of a room.

But by far the most important thing he had learned today was only vaguely related to those two things...

John was an ass man.

And it wasn't some pert, little, feminine ass he couldn't stop staring at either. Nope, that'd be too easy... he had to form some kind of fixation on the tight, round keister of one extremely bored astrophysicist.

The extremely bored astrophysicist who was currently down on his hands and knees, his head and shoulders in a service alcove, with said ass in the air...

"Sure you don't need me to touch anything?" He asked, keeping his voice even. Rodney pulled out of the alcove and glared over his shoulder.

"What could that possible help right now, Major? As I remember it, it was your unstoppable need to touch things that got us in this mess..."

John snorted.

"As *I* remember it, you *asked* me to touch the panel."

"Semantics... you would have done it anyway." Rodney snapped in response. John shrugged, just wanting Rodney to resume his prior position.

"Can't argue with that..."

Rodney frowned.

"Thank you..." He muttered before ducking back into the service alcove and prodding at the panel within. John slid down the wall to sit directly behind Rodney, his jacket crumpled up in his lap just in case Rodney turned around again. He licked his lips and watched Rodney's unconscious, almost imperceptible, movements. He'd shift slightly, pulling his knee forward, or leaning his body to the side for some obscure reason. Several times John had to turn a moan into a cough. He actually jumped when Rodney suddenly spoke.

"Can you get me the smallest pair of pilers from my vest? I think I've almost got this fixed..."

John glanced over at where Rodney's vest lay in the farthest corner. Rodney had thrown it there when he had started working, and through the course of his efforts had blocked off access to the corner with his body. In order to reach it, John would have to--

-Shit...-

He'd have to lean over that enthralling ass.

"Why can't you get it yourself?" He asked, knowing that he sounded petty and lazy, but not caring so much at the moment.

"Because if I let go of this circuit, Major, I don't know how long it will take me to find it again. The pliers, *please*."

Taking a deep breath he put his jacket aside and stared down at his groin forlornly. Even Rodney couldn't fail to notice a hard-on of that magnitude begin pressed against him... but there wasn't much he could do about that at the moment.

"Some time today, Major?" Rodney prompted him testily. John kneeled behind him, trying desperately to keep his wayward imagination in check. He braced himself against the wall above Rodney with one hand, holding his body as high as he could as he leaned forward... but the vest was just out of reach of his questing fingers. Gritting his teeth he leaned down further, his hips bumping unceremoniously into Rodney's ass. Once contact was achieved, he swept up the vest and fished out the requested implement. He could feel how tense and still Rodney was below him, but he couldn't pull away now that they were this close to... well, something at least...

"Which one, Rodney?" He asked breathily, just this side of panting. It took John a second to realize that he had used his first name again... but under the circumstances, it seemed appropriate.

"The-- The smallest one..." To his credit, Rodney barely stumbled. He even still managed to sound vaguely annoyed...

Still braced against the wall, John leaned down to the other side, pressing closer as he handed Rodney the pliers.

"John, I--" Rodney began as he resumed his work... but he never got the chance to finish. A bolt of energy surged out of the wall and up his arm, throwing them both backwards. John blacked out for a moment when his head hit the wall, but he recovered faster than Rodney, who had taken the brunt of the shock. He instinctively tightened his grip around the weight in his lap when he came to, hugging Rodney's still form even as he checked for a pulse. He sighed when he found it strong and steady, and tried to shift the man off of himself without much effect. His muscles felt like water... not uncommon in someone who has just been electrocuted...

One thing not effected by the shock was still pressed quite firmly to Rodney's ass...

"God, I'm glad you're unconscious..." He whispered, closing his eyes and letting his head sag forward, burying his face in the crook of Rodney's neck.

A few moments later, the door slid open and Dr. Zelenka poked his head in. He blinked at the two entwined forms on the floor before turning and calling over his shoulder.

***

John opened his eyes at a quiet groan from Rodney and slid his feet from the edge of the bed to the floor, sitting forward.

"Hey." He said as Rodney slowly opened his eyes. Rodney blinked at him, and then glared.

"Now what did you do?"

"Me?!"

"Yes, Major. What did *you* do?"

"Nothing..."

"Then why am I here?... And why are *you* here?"

John hesitated at that, fidgeting and smoothing the edge of the blanket with his fingertips.

"What's the last thing you remember...?"

Rodney closed his eyes and grimaced.

"You being an ass about getting... something... out of my vest, I think..." He raised a hand to his temple, eyes still shut. "Really, what happened?"

John relaxed, leaning back in the chair.

"Oh, same old, same old... Messing with things you shouldn't and getting electrocuted..."

Rodney's eyes snapped open.

"Electrocuted?"

"Yeah, it's a good thing Zelenka found us when he did..."

"Zelenka?"

"Yeah... short guy, wild hair, glasses...?"

Rodney rolled his eyes.

"Christ, John, I know who he is. What?" He asked, and there was nothing that John could do about his stupid grin.

TBC...