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SLASH FIC: Moving On 3/? [SGA/Foxtrot]
Title: Moving On
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: NC-17/MA/FR21
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Jason Fox makes an appearance in the Stargate universe, and Rodney gets over his unrequited feelings just as they might have become requited.
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Jason felt as though he had somehow come home and it was wonderful, Rodney introduced him to the other scientists and was fast becoming a good friend. The food wasn't as bad as he had feared it would be. Atlantis was great, a puzzle to be opened, explored. And the science...
Oh, the science was glorious.
He had had dreams of living a life like this, one where he could drown himself in maths and the mysteries of the universe. A life where he didn't have to pretend to anyone that he was anyone but himself... Jason Fox, science nerd.
Sure, Test Site Alpha and Area 51 had been great, but here... he was surrounded by the best scientific minds of the generation and nearly all of them were as work and goal oriented as himself. For the first time since he was fourteen years old, he wasn't alone.
Rodney would never be able to fill the void Marcus had left in his life, but somehow in only just a few days, the older man had managed to eke out his own place in Jason's soul. And it was nice to have a friend again, someone to talk and laugh with. Someone to wipe away the loneliness.
On that first day when Jason had seen Rodney sitting at that table, he had somehow instinctively known that he had found a friend, someone he had always been meant to meet.
It had been like that the first time he saw Marcus too. An instant drawing to someone he somehow recognized as being a kindred spirit.
Without having to verbalize it in any way, they began eating dinner together and meeting after work in the common rooms.
Jason had been pleased to discover they enjoyed watching a lot of the same movies. Though Jason thought he might have embarrassed himself a bit when he and Rodney got in a loud discussion about the Lord of the Rings movies and how much of the books they completely glossed over in the name of cinematic brevity. Jason had somehow managed to come across as the bigger nerd of the two of them, which amused Rodney to the point of ridiculousness.
After several weeks though, Jason began to notice something strange. When assignments were handed out he invariably ended up working with Rodney or Radek and some of the other scientists had begun to give him weird looks. And strange as it seemed, Rodney appeared to actively be keeping him away from others of the command staff and didn't seem to like Jason around the marines or other soldiers unless he was there too.
Jason knew he should probably be upset about the weirdness, but instead he just felt kind of flattered. Someone like Rodney wanted to be his friend and didn't want to share him with other people. It made him feel special.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jason turned his head to smile at Radek. "Oh, the usual."
"Rodney." Amusement glittered in the Czechs eyes.
Jason couldn't help laughing a little. "What do you mean?"
Radek shook his head. "Every time you get look on your face, you're thinking about Rodney, I know."
"Not always," Jason protested. Then at Radek's long look he gave up. "All right, but this is a rare occasion. It's just... I realized that he protects me from a lot of things around here. I was just wondering why."
"You do not know?" Radek said, looking at him as though wondering how he could ever be so dumb.
"Know what?" Jason asked.
Radek opened his mouth as though to say something, but looking at Jason he closed it and shook his head. "Perhaps you should speak with Rodney, yes? This is private thing that I should have no part in."
For the first time in a long time, Jason actually felt stupid. He just had this feeling that there was something he should know, but that he was missing completely, but he just couldn't wrap his mind around what it could be.
"Do you think he will just tell me why he's being so strange?" he asked.
There was a strange smile on Radek's face. "You really are that innocent, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Talk to Rodney, Radek instructed. "Hopefully he will be brave enough to speak truth."
Jason had a strange feeling inside, like he was on the brink of some great discovery, one that would change his whole entire life if he let it. "I feel really dumb," he said. "It's like, it's right on the edge of my mind what this is all about, but I just cant quite grasp it. He clenched his hands tight in frustration, feeling his nails bite into his palms.
Radek patted him on the shoulder. "Talk to Rodney. All will be well."
"Talk to Rodney about what?"
Jason blushed when he saw his friend walking in, though he also felt a welling up of happiness when he saw the cheerful look on Rodney's face. "Nothing," he said.
Rodney came to lean over his shoulder and see what he was working on. "You'd tell me if it was something important, right?"
"Of course," Jason said, feeling heat on his shoulder from where Rodney was resting his hand comfortably. It was actually pretty nice.
Rodney reached out with his free hand to rekey a few numbers on Jason's computer. "So, you want to watch that movie tonight?"
Jason opened his mouth to say "Sure," but caught the look Radek was giving him and changed his mind. "Why," he licked his lips, "why don't we hang out in your quarters tonight? We could talk, go over some things, you know."
Rodney stepped a few feet away and looked at him out of questioning blue eyes. "All right."
Jason grinned, feeling strangely relieved. "Great." And went back to work happier than before.
He knew he had once been better at dealing with people, but he had lost a lot of that with Marcus. But being around Rodney made it seem as though none of that mattered.
Rodney made him feel normal in a way he hadn't been since he was a child. And he didn't want to lose this new friendship, but he somehow knew that he had to talk to Rodney, had to see if there would be something more between them, even if he wasn't quite sure what more could be.
Glancing at Rodney out of the corner of his eye, he knew he world take all that he could get from this man. Because Rodney made him feel warm and safe and like he was real.
* * *
He was kind of nervous, waiting for Jason in his quarters. He just knew Jason was going to say he didn't want to be friends, that he didn't want anything to do with him.
It had happened to him before. He had been too did clingy, given too much of himself away, and made someone uncomfortable enough that they didn't want anything to do with him.
But he really liked Jason, who had become much more than just a pretty face and a frightening enthusiasm for science. Jason had become a true friend, one he really didn't want to lose.
Sighing heavily, he bundled up a pile of dirty laundry and shoved it in the closet. Even if this was the last time he spoke to Jason as a friend, he didn't want to do it as a complete slob.
He had been enjoying his time with Jason. It had been a long time since he had had such a good friend. And now it was most likely about to come to an end and he really didn't want it to.
His door chimed and he concentrated, making it slide smoothly open. "Come in."
Jason walked in, his face wearing a cheerful expression. It seemed to be his default setting. "Hey," he said.
Rodney sat in one of the two chairs he had stolen from the mess hall. "Why don't you sit down? We can talk."
Jason slid into the chair across from him, an uncertain look appearing on his face. "Um..."
"What did you want to talk about?" Rodney asked. "Jason?"
The younger man twisted his hands together on the small table. "I.. I like you," he said, then almost looked surprised at his own words.
"I like you too," Rodney said, kind of wondering where this was going, but mostly hoping it was going where he wanted it to.
Jason steadfastly looked down at his hands, as though afraid of meeting Rodney's eyes. "You're my friend, you know, so I have to wonder..." He drew in a deep breath. "You protect me from or lot of stuff around here. I know you've been careful not to give me any dangerous assignments. And I know you check up after me."
Rodney felt himself coloring slightly and cursed his fair skin. "I do," he admitted. "I know it probably makes you angry, but..."
Jason shook his head. "No. Actually it makes me feel as if you care." He laughed softly. "You're the best friend I've had in a long time. But I somehow get the feeling that you want more from me, and I don't quite know what. But I would like to if you'd tell me."
Rodney felt as if his heart had crawled up into his throat. This was his chance, his once in a lifetime kind of chance and he really didn't want to mess it up. "I... I..." He had to stop and breathe to keep from hyperventilating and passing out.
There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't quite know how to phrase them. He had never been good with dealing with his personal life. Which was one of the reasons why he spent long stretches of time alone.
Looking into Jason's eyes he saw that the other man wasn't secretly laughing at him or anything, and even in the relatively short length of time they had known each other, he knew that Jason never would.
Rodney knew that he didn't have the social graces of a rhinoceros, but Jason...
It sometimes seemed as if Jason wasn't even human. He would completely miss the things that were right in front of his face. That was if they had anything to do with emotion or human interaction anyway. Give him a coldly logical science problem and he didn't seem to even need to think about it, just blurted the answer right out.
It hadn't taken Rodney long to realize there was something weird about Jason. He could have read the other man's private file, but he had refrained, telling himself that if he really needed to know he would get the information from Jason himself.
It almost scared him, how much he trusted Jason already. They really hadn't known each other for very long, but their feelings were already very strong. Only Rodney's had definitely taken a turn for the left.
"I'm attracted to you," he blurted out. "You don't have to feel the same, I just hope it doesn't ruin our friendship, but I am incredibly attracted to you. To me, you are one of the sexiest people I have ever come across."
"Oh," Jason said. "Is that what this is about?"
"Huh?" Rodney said intelligently.
"Look, I will admit that I am not one of the most socially adept people out there, but when the obvious is pointed out..." Jason leaned closer across the table. "You're my friend, Rodney, probably the best one I've had in a long time. I like talking to you, hanging out with you, and I even like listening to you complain about dumb stuff. And now that you've pointed it out, I think I might like trying sex with you."
Rodney felt his mouth flopping open dumbly and he seriously had to wonder if he was having a minor heart attack. All his great brilliance lost in a single moment of heart failure. The loss to the world would be staggering and...
He shook his head clear. "You what?"
Jason smiled at him, that same openly cheerful expression. "Would you like to have sex with me?"
There was only one answer Rodney could give. "Yes."
* * *
There was some fumbling to get their clothes off, then an awkward stumble to the bed (where Rodney had the momentary pause to think he really should have changed the sheets.) Once there, it was as though everything just clicked.
Not that their first time was instantly perfect--far from it. It was just that everything seemed so right. From the first moment they met, this was where they were headed. Together on a bed, bodies pulsing in synchrosity, merging together into one writhing mass, an entity with four arms, four legs, and two thrusting, rubbing, grinding penises.
They kissed with liquid heat while sweaty-hot hands rubbed everywhere. Tongues licking, mouths sucking, the sounds of breathing harsh over the rush-rush of Atlantis' ventilation system.
Rodney found himself between Jason's legs, swallowing his cock, knowing there was no place else he wanted to be. The prickle of pubic hair against his skin, the smooth, textured, lightly pebbled skin between his hands, long legs spread wide around him, heels scraping against his back while Jason moaned. This was everything he had ever wanted, the solution to the equation of life and perfect happiness.
Later, when he was being fucked into the mattress, Rodney heard himself, born-again atheist, calling out, "God, oh God, oh Gad, oh God!" And for the first time since he asked the question "Why?" in church, he thought he found the meaning behind religion.
Warm, scraping heat plunging in and out of his ass. Teeth nipping at the back of his neck. Burning hands gripping his cock, pulling with almost agonizing perfection until he was coming, coming, all over the place, the hot rush and splash of semen.
And after, his body collapsed on the bed, muscles still quivering with reaction, he wasn't even ashamed that he maybe cried a little. Because Jason was still on top of him, in him, softening cock relaxing in his not-so-tight hole,but not leaving him.
For once there was no rush and scramble for clothes. There were no hastily said, largely unmeant words about calling back and lets get together late with both of them knowing it was all bald-faced lies.
No, there was just Jason, a pressing weight against him and a moist mouth lazily sucking at his neck, probably leaving a big hickey everyone would see but that he didn't care about right now and probably not ever. Because Jason was here, not leaving (not secretly laughing at him for being so smart but so stupid for letting himself be used so easily.)
Jason was still here.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: NC-17/MA/FR21
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Jason Fox makes an appearance in the Stargate universe, and Rodney gets over his unrequited feelings just as they might have become requited.
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Jason felt as though he had somehow come home and it was wonderful, Rodney introduced him to the other scientists and was fast becoming a good friend. The food wasn't as bad as he had feared it would be. Atlantis was great, a puzzle to be opened, explored. And the science...
Oh, the science was glorious.
He had had dreams of living a life like this, one where he could drown himself in maths and the mysteries of the universe. A life where he didn't have to pretend to anyone that he was anyone but himself... Jason Fox, science nerd.
Sure, Test Site Alpha and Area 51 had been great, but here... he was surrounded by the best scientific minds of the generation and nearly all of them were as work and goal oriented as himself. For the first time since he was fourteen years old, he wasn't alone.
Rodney would never be able to fill the void Marcus had left in his life, but somehow in only just a few days, the older man had managed to eke out his own place in Jason's soul. And it was nice to have a friend again, someone to talk and laugh with. Someone to wipe away the loneliness.
On that first day when Jason had seen Rodney sitting at that table, he had somehow instinctively known that he had found a friend, someone he had always been meant to meet.
It had been like that the first time he saw Marcus too. An instant drawing to someone he somehow recognized as being a kindred spirit.
Without having to verbalize it in any way, they began eating dinner together and meeting after work in the common rooms.
Jason had been pleased to discover they enjoyed watching a lot of the same movies. Though Jason thought he might have embarrassed himself a bit when he and Rodney got in a loud discussion about the Lord of the Rings movies and how much of the books they completely glossed over in the name of cinematic brevity. Jason had somehow managed to come across as the bigger nerd of the two of them, which amused Rodney to the point of ridiculousness.
After several weeks though, Jason began to notice something strange. When assignments were handed out he invariably ended up working with Rodney or Radek and some of the other scientists had begun to give him weird looks. And strange as it seemed, Rodney appeared to actively be keeping him away from others of the command staff and didn't seem to like Jason around the marines or other soldiers unless he was there too.
Jason knew he should probably be upset about the weirdness, but instead he just felt kind of flattered. Someone like Rodney wanted to be his friend and didn't want to share him with other people. It made him feel special.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jason turned his head to smile at Radek. "Oh, the usual."
"Rodney." Amusement glittered in the Czechs eyes.
Jason couldn't help laughing a little. "What do you mean?"
Radek shook his head. "Every time you get look on your face, you're thinking about Rodney, I know."
"Not always," Jason protested. Then at Radek's long look he gave up. "All right, but this is a rare occasion. It's just... I realized that he protects me from a lot of things around here. I was just wondering why."
"You do not know?" Radek said, looking at him as though wondering how he could ever be so dumb.
"Know what?" Jason asked.
Radek opened his mouth as though to say something, but looking at Jason he closed it and shook his head. "Perhaps you should speak with Rodney, yes? This is private thing that I should have no part in."
For the first time in a long time, Jason actually felt stupid. He just had this feeling that there was something he should know, but that he was missing completely, but he just couldn't wrap his mind around what it could be.
"Do you think he will just tell me why he's being so strange?" he asked.
There was a strange smile on Radek's face. "You really are that innocent, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Talk to Rodney, Radek instructed. "Hopefully he will be brave enough to speak truth."
Jason had a strange feeling inside, like he was on the brink of some great discovery, one that would change his whole entire life if he let it. "I feel really dumb," he said. "It's like, it's right on the edge of my mind what this is all about, but I just cant quite grasp it. He clenched his hands tight in frustration, feeling his nails bite into his palms.
Radek patted him on the shoulder. "Talk to Rodney. All will be well."
"Talk to Rodney about what?"
Jason blushed when he saw his friend walking in, though he also felt a welling up of happiness when he saw the cheerful look on Rodney's face. "Nothing," he said.
Rodney came to lean over his shoulder and see what he was working on. "You'd tell me if it was something important, right?"
"Of course," Jason said, feeling heat on his shoulder from where Rodney was resting his hand comfortably. It was actually pretty nice.
Rodney reached out with his free hand to rekey a few numbers on Jason's computer. "So, you want to watch that movie tonight?"
Jason opened his mouth to say "Sure," but caught the look Radek was giving him and changed his mind. "Why," he licked his lips, "why don't we hang out in your quarters tonight? We could talk, go over some things, you know."
Rodney stepped a few feet away and looked at him out of questioning blue eyes. "All right."
Jason grinned, feeling strangely relieved. "Great." And went back to work happier than before.
He knew he had once been better at dealing with people, but he had lost a lot of that with Marcus. But being around Rodney made it seem as though none of that mattered.
Rodney made him feel normal in a way he hadn't been since he was a child. And he didn't want to lose this new friendship, but he somehow knew that he had to talk to Rodney, had to see if there would be something more between them, even if he wasn't quite sure what more could be.
Glancing at Rodney out of the corner of his eye, he knew he world take all that he could get from this man. Because Rodney made him feel warm and safe and like he was real.
* * *
He was kind of nervous, waiting for Jason in his quarters. He just knew Jason was going to say he didn't want to be friends, that he didn't want anything to do with him.
It had happened to him before. He had been too did clingy, given too much of himself away, and made someone uncomfortable enough that they didn't want anything to do with him.
But he really liked Jason, who had become much more than just a pretty face and a frightening enthusiasm for science. Jason had become a true friend, one he really didn't want to lose.
Sighing heavily, he bundled up a pile of dirty laundry and shoved it in the closet. Even if this was the last time he spoke to Jason as a friend, he didn't want to do it as a complete slob.
He had been enjoying his time with Jason. It had been a long time since he had had such a good friend. And now it was most likely about to come to an end and he really didn't want it to.
His door chimed and he concentrated, making it slide smoothly open. "Come in."
Jason walked in, his face wearing a cheerful expression. It seemed to be his default setting. "Hey," he said.
Rodney sat in one of the two chairs he had stolen from the mess hall. "Why don't you sit down? We can talk."
Jason slid into the chair across from him, an uncertain look appearing on his face. "Um..."
"What did you want to talk about?" Rodney asked. "Jason?"
The younger man twisted his hands together on the small table. "I.. I like you," he said, then almost looked surprised at his own words.
"I like you too," Rodney said, kind of wondering where this was going, but mostly hoping it was going where he wanted it to.
Jason steadfastly looked down at his hands, as though afraid of meeting Rodney's eyes. "You're my friend, you know, so I have to wonder..." He drew in a deep breath. "You protect me from or lot of stuff around here. I know you've been careful not to give me any dangerous assignments. And I know you check up after me."
Rodney felt himself coloring slightly and cursed his fair skin. "I do," he admitted. "I know it probably makes you angry, but..."
Jason shook his head. "No. Actually it makes me feel as if you care." He laughed softly. "You're the best friend I've had in a long time. But I somehow get the feeling that you want more from me, and I don't quite know what. But I would like to if you'd tell me."
Rodney felt as if his heart had crawled up into his throat. This was his chance, his once in a lifetime kind of chance and he really didn't want to mess it up. "I... I..." He had to stop and breathe to keep from hyperventilating and passing out.
There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't quite know how to phrase them. He had never been good with dealing with his personal life. Which was one of the reasons why he spent long stretches of time alone.
Looking into Jason's eyes he saw that the other man wasn't secretly laughing at him or anything, and even in the relatively short length of time they had known each other, he knew that Jason never would.
Rodney knew that he didn't have the social graces of a rhinoceros, but Jason...
It sometimes seemed as if Jason wasn't even human. He would completely miss the things that were right in front of his face. That was if they had anything to do with emotion or human interaction anyway. Give him a coldly logical science problem and he didn't seem to even need to think about it, just blurted the answer right out.
It hadn't taken Rodney long to realize there was something weird about Jason. He could have read the other man's private file, but he had refrained, telling himself that if he really needed to know he would get the information from Jason himself.
It almost scared him, how much he trusted Jason already. They really hadn't known each other for very long, but their feelings were already very strong. Only Rodney's had definitely taken a turn for the left.
"I'm attracted to you," he blurted out. "You don't have to feel the same, I just hope it doesn't ruin our friendship, but I am incredibly attracted to you. To me, you are one of the sexiest people I have ever come across."
"Oh," Jason said. "Is that what this is about?"
"Huh?" Rodney said intelligently.
"Look, I will admit that I am not one of the most socially adept people out there, but when the obvious is pointed out..." Jason leaned closer across the table. "You're my friend, Rodney, probably the best one I've had in a long time. I like talking to you, hanging out with you, and I even like listening to you complain about dumb stuff. And now that you've pointed it out, I think I might like trying sex with you."
Rodney felt his mouth flopping open dumbly and he seriously had to wonder if he was having a minor heart attack. All his great brilliance lost in a single moment of heart failure. The loss to the world would be staggering and...
He shook his head clear. "You what?"
Jason smiled at him, that same openly cheerful expression. "Would you like to have sex with me?"
There was only one answer Rodney could give. "Yes."
* * *
There was some fumbling to get their clothes off, then an awkward stumble to the bed (where Rodney had the momentary pause to think he really should have changed the sheets.) Once there, it was as though everything just clicked.
Not that their first time was instantly perfect--far from it. It was just that everything seemed so right. From the first moment they met, this was where they were headed. Together on a bed, bodies pulsing in synchrosity, merging together into one writhing mass, an entity with four arms, four legs, and two thrusting, rubbing, grinding penises.
They kissed with liquid heat while sweaty-hot hands rubbed everywhere. Tongues licking, mouths sucking, the sounds of breathing harsh over the rush-rush of Atlantis' ventilation system.
Rodney found himself between Jason's legs, swallowing his cock, knowing there was no place else he wanted to be. The prickle of pubic hair against his skin, the smooth, textured, lightly pebbled skin between his hands, long legs spread wide around him, heels scraping against his back while Jason moaned. This was everything he had ever wanted, the solution to the equation of life and perfect happiness.
Later, when he was being fucked into the mattress, Rodney heard himself, born-again atheist, calling out, "God, oh God, oh Gad, oh God!" And for the first time since he asked the question "Why?" in church, he thought he found the meaning behind religion.
Warm, scraping heat plunging in and out of his ass. Teeth nipping at the back of his neck. Burning hands gripping his cock, pulling with almost agonizing perfection until he was coming, coming, all over the place, the hot rush and splash of semen.
And after, his body collapsed on the bed, muscles still quivering with reaction, he wasn't even ashamed that he maybe cried a little. Because Jason was still on top of him, in him, softening cock relaxing in his not-so-tight hole,but not leaving him.
For once there was no rush and scramble for clothes. There were no hastily said, largely unmeant words about calling back and lets get together late with both of them knowing it was all bald-faced lies.
No, there was just Jason, a pressing weight against him and a moist mouth lazily sucking at his neck, probably leaving a big hickey everyone would see but that he didn't care about right now and probably not ever. Because Jason was here, not leaving (not secretly laughing at him for being so smart but so stupid for letting himself be used so easily.)
Jason was still here.
TBC...