Dumb Luck

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/dumbluck.php
Summary: Not supplied

"I'm not going." John dug in his heels and refused to budge.

Rodney glared at him. Then he coughed, cleared his throat and begged. "Please?"

John winced, sighed, then shook his head. "No. I told you I wasn't going to go to the meetings. Bad enough I let you talk me into signing up."

"Why are you so dead set against it?" Rodney was almost whining now.

"Why are you so determined I go?" John folded his arms over his chest as he waited for Rodney to answer.

Rodney sighed then muttered, "To rub it in Kavanaugh's face."

John frowned and leaned in, uncertain he had heard correctly. "What did you say?"

"I want to rub it in Kavanaugh's face!" Rodney was almost shouting now. "Okay? Are you happy now?"

"Oh." John hadn't expected that. "Exactly how is my going to the Atlantis chapter Mensa meeting rubbing anything in Kavanaugh's face?"

Rodney smirked. "You scored higher on the test than he did. And his shortcomings were with the math problems."

John snorted. "I get it now." He sighed. "So...what exactly do you do at these meetings?"

"Play chess -- " Rodney broke off and looked horrified. "You do play chess...right?"

"I have played," John drawled, watching Rodney squirm. "Been a while."

Rodney wrung his hands together. "Well..you don't have to play chess. Or..I know..we can play and I'll cheat and let you win!"

John's eyes went wide in surprise. "You'd cheat? Rodney...I'm stunned."

"I'd do anything to win...uh...to rub Kavanaugh's nose --"

"Win what?" John interjected, suspicion glaring in his tone.

Rodney fidgeted. "Okay...okay. I made a bet with him that you could beat me at Chess. No one has beaten me yet. And if I win the bet, Kavanaugh has to chop off his stupid pony tail and drop out of the club."

John blinked in surprise. "Wait a minute...you made that bet without knowing if I could even play chess? So you intended to cheat all along. Bad Rodney."

"It's Kavanaugh," Rodney countered, as if that explained everything.

"True...but forget it." John made to leave.

Rodney grabbed his arm and begged again. "Please?"

John closed his eyes and heaved a sigh, then relented. "Okay...but only under one condition. You play for real...no cheating. And if I catch you cheating I'll tell everyone. Got it?"

"But I really want to win this bet," Rodney countered, and now his eyes were pleading.

"No cheating, Rodney." John shook a finger at him.

Rodney muttered under his breath but nodded. "No cheating." He still held Sheppard by the arm and hauled him down the corridor.

***

Two hours later Rodney was practically dancing with glee. In one hand he clutched Kavanaugh's ponytail. "You wiped the board with me!" he crowed.

John shook his head at him. "And here I thought you'd be pissed as hell that I beat you fair and square." Suddenly his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I did beat you fair and square, right? Cause I'll go back and tell and let Kavanaugh whup your ass if you cheated on me."

"I didn't cheat," Rodney promised. "And a part of me is highly irritated that you're better at chess than I am. But I can live with it. We'll just have to play some more games so I can beat you...eventually."

"Sounds like a plan." John stifled a yawn then smiled. "So...your place or mine?"

Rodney growled in the back of his throat and attacked, slamming John up against the wall before devouring his lips. "My place. I prepared ahead."

John wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. "Prepared? For what?"

"For making you scream for mercy," Rodney whispered in John's ear.

"Oh." John shivered at the thought. He cleared his throat. "Okay then. Lead the way."

Rodney shook his head. "Oh no, major . After you."

John stepped ahead then yelped when a heavy hand smacked him on the ass. He turned to glare at Rodney. "My being smart...that really turns you on..doesn't it?"

"You have no idea," Rodney purred. "Well..that and the hair."

"You're weird." But John was smiling.

Rodney smiled back, smugly. "But you love me anyway."

John wasn't going to let him win this round. "Lucky you," he drawled.

***

In the aftermath, with Rodney still inside him, John knew he was the lucky one.