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cultoftherodney
It's McShep (PG)
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severusslave for the new icon.
John quickly checked his watch as he shoveled in a bite of eggs and swore, “Damn.” Quickly downing the last of his coffee as he got up, he checked his watch again. If he hurried he could still make it.
He resisted the urge to run because that would make it seem like this was actually some life threatening event rather than an amusing side show for Sheppard. His feet still wanted to run but he maintained an even pace, albeit faster than normal. He prided himself on the fact that he wasn’t even breathing hard when he pranced out onto the control room balcony to wait for incoming cargo from the Daedalus.
There were others gathered for the regular drop off so it wasn’t unusual for him to be there. Okay, so he wasn’t expecting anything. They didn’t need to know that.
His eyes drifted to the floor below and he watched as Rodney stood impatiently off to the side as crate after crate of equipment and supplies were beamed in from the Daedalus. When it was finally finished, John watched as McKay darted in began sorting through the various items. Occasionally he would find one for the science department and would pick it up and move it off to the side.
After almost of half hour of watching McKay shift boxes, John began a silent chant, “Come on, Rodney. Shuck the jacket.”
Rodney finally unzipped it, but he still left it on and John muttered under his breath, “You’re running out of boxes, McKay.” John was starting to sweat.
About to give up, John almost lost his composure and shouted his joy when Rodney removed his jacket and threw it atop one of his precious cargo and reached down to pick up the box. John beamed as Rodney’s shirt stretched over flexing muscles that tightened to hold the weight in his arms. Shifting away from the group, John leaned forward with his forearms on the rail as he continued to watch McKay offload the cargo, a smile of contentment on his face.
When the last of the cargo was safely sorted and Rodney put his jacket back on, John wandered off a happy man. Yep. Today was a good arm porn day.
cultoftherodneyIt's McShep (PG)
P.S. Kudos to
severusslave for the new icon. John quickly checked his watch as he shoveled in a bite of eggs and swore, “Damn.” Quickly downing the last of his coffee as he got up, he checked his watch again. If he hurried he could still make it.
He resisted the urge to run because that would make it seem like this was actually some life threatening event rather than an amusing side show for Sheppard. His feet still wanted to run but he maintained an even pace, albeit faster than normal. He prided himself on the fact that he wasn’t even breathing hard when he pranced out onto the control room balcony to wait for incoming cargo from the Daedalus.
There were others gathered for the regular drop off so it wasn’t unusual for him to be there. Okay, so he wasn’t expecting anything. They didn’t need to know that.
His eyes drifted to the floor below and he watched as Rodney stood impatiently off to the side as crate after crate of equipment and supplies were beamed in from the Daedalus. When it was finally finished, John watched as McKay darted in began sorting through the various items. Occasionally he would find one for the science department and would pick it up and move it off to the side.
After almost of half hour of watching McKay shift boxes, John began a silent chant, “Come on, Rodney. Shuck the jacket.”
Rodney finally unzipped it, but he still left it on and John muttered under his breath, “You’re running out of boxes, McKay.” John was starting to sweat.
About to give up, John almost lost his composure and shouted his joy when Rodney removed his jacket and threw it atop one of his precious cargo and reached down to pick up the box. John beamed as Rodney’s shirt stretched over flexing muscles that tightened to hold the weight in his arms. Shifting away from the group, John leaned forward with his forearms on the rail as he continued to watch McKay offload the cargo, a smile of contentment on his face.
When the last of the cargo was safely sorted and Rodney put his jacket back on, John wandered off a happy man. Yep. Today was a good arm porn day.
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