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It’s five out of five stars. People from my planet don’t like to count higher than that. And you just lost a star for being ridiculous.
[John laughs raggedly, his back moving against Poe’s chest. He’s so damn tired in the best way. His arm is half hanging off the bed and he can’t be assed to move it. If the sleep is anywhere near as good as the sex was, John might just get addicted to this.
He feels the same weary satisfaction of a battle won. Elated and exhausted. There’s no better feeling in the world than the way he feels right now, with Poe wrapped around him.
He tilts his head back to lazily kiss the corner of Poe’s mouth with soft, sleepy lips. He’s fading fast.]
I’ll show you, in the morning… Don’t get cocky.
[That's it, for him. He's gone.
And his mind didn’t stray to the gun in his bed-side table even once.]
[John laughs raggedly, his back moving against Poe’s chest. He’s so damn tired in the best way. His arm is half hanging off the bed and he can’t be assed to move it. If the sleep is anywhere near as good as the sex was, John might just get addicted to this.
He feels the same weary satisfaction of a battle won. Elated and exhausted. There’s no better feeling in the world than the way he feels right now, with Poe wrapped around him.
He tilts his head back to lazily kiss the corner of Poe’s mouth with soft, sleepy lips. He’s fading fast.]
I’ll show you, in the morning… Don’t get cocky.
[That's it, for him. He's gone.
And his mind didn’t stray to the gun in his bed-side table even once.]
[ Poe stays awake for a little while longer. Still humming, an old song his parents used to sing to each other in the mornings. It's peaceful, to be with someone while they sleep, and Poe has had little enough peace, even here, to take every bit of consciousness he can while it's colored with postsexual bliss.
When he does fall asleep, it's with his arm around John's waist, his other hand tangled lightly in John's hair. ]
When he does fall asleep, it's with his arm around John's waist, his other hand tangled lightly in John's hair. ]
[True to his word, John shows Poe in the morning.
He wakes him with a kiss. Rolls him onto his back. Touches him all over, admiring the lazy sprawl of his body in the morning sunlight with his lips and hands. More kissing, relaxed, and slow. Sloppy half-asleep kisses.
John's still slick from the night before, albeit a little swollen, and it's easy to work himself open while Poe watches, straddling his hips. Then he takes Poe's dick into his hand, positions it, and sinks down, all the way down, until his ass meets Poe's pelvis, with a heavy sigh.
He looks down at Poe, gripping onto the headboard with both hands for support, because it's going to be a bumpy ride. John starts off slow and even, making adjustments to his preference, watching Poe's face. Watching Poe watch him. He moves quicker, harder, his thighs flexing, muscle rippling in his back with each rise and fall of his hips. Taking more and more, as much as he wants from him, because he knows Poe likes it. Loves it.
They're both warriors in that way, admirers of strength.
Sweat trickles down John's scarred back, following the curve of his spine.]
You like that?
He wakes him with a kiss. Rolls him onto his back. Touches him all over, admiring the lazy sprawl of his body in the morning sunlight with his lips and hands. More kissing, relaxed, and slow. Sloppy half-asleep kisses.
John's still slick from the night before, albeit a little swollen, and it's easy to work himself open while Poe watches, straddling his hips. Then he takes Poe's dick into his hand, positions it, and sinks down, all the way down, until his ass meets Poe's pelvis, with a heavy sigh.
He looks down at Poe, gripping onto the headboard with both hands for support, because it's going to be a bumpy ride. John starts off slow and even, making adjustments to his preference, watching Poe's face. Watching Poe watch him. He moves quicker, harder, his thighs flexing, muscle rippling in his back with each rise and fall of his hips. Taking more and more, as much as he wants from him, because he knows Poe likes it. Loves it.
They're both warriors in that way, admirers of strength.
Sweat trickles down John's scarred back, following the curve of his spine.]
You like that?
[ If Poe is being honest, he's still a little tender from last night. When John rolls him over he almost protests, groaning low in his throat, but the touches quiet him. The kissing. The slow way John works him over opens the gates to arousal, and then John mounts him and Poe hisses quietly, alongside John's sigh.
It feels good to have John around him. Then John takes hold of the headboard and Poe's heartbeat kicks up, his dick starts to harden, because sometimes Poe likes to be used. He likes being a tool in someone else's pleasure. The unbroken eye contact as John picks up speed, the flex of muscles seen just out of the corner of Poe's eye--he breathes in sharply, hips twitching upward without his meaning them to.
He grabs onto the headboard over him, thinking with irony about his teasing John for making noise when he's about to start himself. Poe's eyelids flutter shut for a moment; he opens them, then John rolls against him just right and Poe's head tilts back, and he follows John in an arch as the other man starts to draw away, wanting to stay in just that spot, just for a second longer.
A smile breaks across his face, and he gasps out, ] Four stars.
It feels good to have John around him. Then John takes hold of the headboard and Poe's heartbeat kicks up, his dick starts to harden, because sometimes Poe likes to be used. He likes being a tool in someone else's pleasure. The unbroken eye contact as John picks up speed, the flex of muscles seen just out of the corner of Poe's eye--he breathes in sharply, hips twitching upward without his meaning them to.
He grabs onto the headboard over him, thinking with irony about his teasing John for making noise when he's about to start himself. Poe's eyelids flutter shut for a moment; he opens them, then John rolls against him just right and Poe's head tilts back, and he follows John in an arch as the other man starts to draw away, wanting to stay in just that spot, just for a second longer.
A smile breaks across his face, and he gasps out, ] Four stars.
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John Sheppard, right? Perimeter Guard, RR-1?
[ It's a bird. It's a plane. It's some dude.
Step one of Finn's overall strategy is to definitely make sure he's got the right person first and foremost. He doesn't have an especially detailed strategy, and he's half not even sure what he's going to realistically accomplish with this, but by this point he really feels the need to commit so like. yolo. ]
[ It's a bird. It's a plane. It's some dude.
Step one of Finn's overall strategy is to definitely make sure he's got the right person first and foremost. He doesn't have an especially detailed strategy, and he's half not even sure what he's going to realistically accomplish with this, but by this point he really feels the need to commit so like. yolo. ]
Yeah, I think you can. I'm Finn. Standard patrol. I wanted to talk to you about something.
[ There's a brief hesitation. Chyler seemed okay with him doing this. Finn can't really make himself leave it. Still, he doesn't want to sound like he's aiming to shake the guy down or make threats. He's really not. Finn's sort of tapped out on the property treatment after a solid lifetime of it, for himself or another person, and he's particularly tapped out on the concept of going behind people's backs these days.
Step two of his plan, which he's making up on the fly right in this very moment lbr, is: ]
Do you like waffles? I know a good place.
[ He knows exactly one waffle place. ]
[ There's a brief hesitation. Chyler seemed okay with him doing this. Finn can't really make himself leave it. Still, he doesn't want to sound like he's aiming to shake the guy down or make threats. He's really not. Finn's sort of tapped out on the property treatment after a solid lifetime of it, for himself or another person, and he's particularly tapped out on the concept of going behind people's backs these days.
Step two of his plan, which he's making up on the fly right in this very moment lbr, is: ]
Do you like waffles? I know a good place.
[ He knows exactly one waffle place. ]
I have office hours if you want to talk recruitment, but I'm guessing this is personal.
[Finn. The name isn’t unfamiliar. He’s heard John’s heard Poe mention a Finn, but there could be another.
As someone named John, he doesn’t usually make assumptions of identity based on given names.]
Are we talking waffles, or chicken and waffles? Because I already had waffles for breakfast this week, and they’re a like- not a love, but I’m willing to bend for chicken.
[Finn. The name isn’t unfamiliar. He’s heard John’s heard Poe mention a Finn, but there could be another.
As someone named John, he doesn’t usually make assumptions of identity based on given names.]
Are we talking waffles, or chicken and waffles? Because I already had waffles for breakfast this week, and they’re a like- not a love, but I’m willing to bend for chicken.
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[ He fails to see how chicken makes a difference here. But it probably took him forever to adjust to chicken as a thing that exists in general, so he knows that isn't saying much.
Finn realizes he has no idea if that's on the menu. ]
No promises. But if we can't make it happen, there are other places out there. I'm not exactly picky.
Finn realizes he has no idea if that's on the menu. ]
No promises. But if we can't make it happen, there are other places out there. I'm not exactly picky.
[ What do you mean it's mixed signals to say you know a good place and then to immediately say you've got low standards. If this were video, Finn would just kinda shrug, the ultimate wordless "idk man it's gonna be what it's gonna be" communication method.
Instead he fires off the address and an ETA, which he almost immediately follows with a text that says something like if this isn't a good time, we can reschedule, because he realizes belatedly that sometimes... people have plans already made for their day, or meetings they're supposed to get to or something. He maybe just kicked down this guy's proverbial door? Which is not the ideal.
But if John finds it amenable, Finn will be there waiting, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone that might be vaguely familiar from the Perimeter Guard, or who looks like they're nebulously walking in to find a stranger. I'd say he's chillin, but he has no chill to spare. He's straight-backed and very still compared to the vibes any other patrons are generally giving off. ]
Instead he fires off the address and an ETA, which he almost immediately follows with a text that says something like if this isn't a good time, we can reschedule, because he realizes belatedly that sometimes... people have plans already made for their day, or meetings they're supposed to get to or something. He maybe just kicked down this guy's proverbial door? Which is not the ideal.
But if John finds it amenable, Finn will be there waiting, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone that might be vaguely familiar from the Perimeter Guard, or who looks like they're nebulously walking in to find a stranger. I'd say he's chillin, but he has no chill to spare. He's straight-backed and very still compared to the vibes any other patrons are generally giving off. ]
[He shoots back a simple confirmation. Clearing his schedule for an hour takes all of clicking a few buttons on his calendar, and bumping off a pile of paperwork to Chyler's desk.
John is flexible. That's why he's good at what he does, and why he expects the same capability from others. All the strength and smarts in the world don't mean a damn thing if they can't be practically applied where and when they're needed, yesterday.
He knows exactly who he's looking for, because he took the time to search 'Finn' in the PG Standard Patrol database. Turns out there's only one Finn. The pros and cons of an unpopular name.
John picks him out immediately. He's a perfect match to the photo, and the only person in the waffle joint who looks like he's waiting to be court-martialed.]
Finn? John Sheppard. Nice to meet you.
[John slides into the both across from him with an easy smile. Finn doesn't have to wonder if he's armed, his side-arm is strapped to his thigh over his uniform in full view.]
For a guy who isn't picky, you're looking pretty serious about these waffles.
John is flexible. That's why he's good at what he does, and why he expects the same capability from others. All the strength and smarts in the world don't mean a damn thing if they can't be practically applied where and when they're needed, yesterday.
He knows exactly who he's looking for, because he took the time to search 'Finn' in the PG Standard Patrol database. Turns out there's only one Finn. The pros and cons of an unpopular name.
John picks him out immediately. He's a perfect match to the photo, and the only person in the waffle joint who looks like he's waiting to be court-martialed.]
Finn? John Sheppard. Nice to meet you.
[John slides into the both across from him with an easy smile. Finn doesn't have to wonder if he's armed, his side-arm is strapped to his thigh over his uniform in full view.]
For a guy who isn't picky, you're looking pretty serious about these waffles.
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[ Deadpan: ]
You should see me with oatmeal.
[ Finn doesn't smile back. He also doesn't try to hide the fact that he's making some of his own on-sight assessments. At the very, very least, John Sheppard doesn't give off the same air as anyone he grew up under.
That doesn't always mean much. But it's a start. ]
I've got your order in. Wasn't sure what you drink, so they're gonna check back. [ oh wait ] It's good to meet you, too. I appreciate it.
You should see me with oatmeal.
[ Finn doesn't smile back. He also doesn't try to hide the fact that he's making some of his own on-sight assessments. At the very, very least, John Sheppard doesn't give off the same air as anyone he grew up under.
That doesn't always mean much. But it's a start. ]
I've got your order in. Wasn't sure what you drink, so they're gonna check back. [ oh wait ] It's good to meet you, too. I appreciate it.
[He likes the oatmeal comment. The kid's not dull, at the very least.]
That was very... thoughtful of you.
[John was about to open his menu, but now he'll just push it to one side.
So much for browsing.]
I'd say you're welcome, but I don't know what you want yet. You seem like an efficient young man, though, so why don't we cut to the chase.
[He flags down the waitress.] Coffee, black. Thanks
That was very... thoughtful of you.
[John was about to open his menu, but now he'll just push it to one side.
So much for browsing.]
I'd say you're welcome, but I don't know what you want yet. You seem like an efficient young man, though, so why don't we cut to the chase.
[He flags down the waitress.] Coffee, black. Thanks
[ Well, he can cross 'get called an efficient young man' off on his life experience bingo card. Sorry bro, he heard chicken and waffles and he was like time to gun this and get it over with as quickly as possible.
The waitress gives him a thumbs up and an "anything else?", all of which she will presumably take into account before she leaves to get it. She also glances to Finn, who lifts a hand and shakes his head to indicate that he's good.
Cut to the chase. Cutting to the chase is usually the best plan. Finn takes a couple of seconds to think. ]
Chyler Silva took a place in your unit.
[ He hesitates. Folds his hands on the table. Leans forward and chooses earnestness over implied threats or vague terminology. ]
Frankly, I think she could probably put either of us down in less than thirty seconds if she wanted to. She's good. [ I mean he's not gonna lie about that, he's pretty sure she could murder them. ] But I consider Chyler a friend. I take that seriously. If you're her commanding officer, you're part of her team. I don't--
[ Want her to end up like him. Even though their situations are wildly different, even though he hasn't seen a hint of something like that happening to anyone in the Perimeter Guard, and anybody can leave, and they're all about as far and removed from the First Order as anyone can get.
Power is a tool even one person can use, though. It only takes one person. He hasn't forgotten that. But he can't just say it, doesn't want to level it like an accusation. John's been more than agreeable by showing up at all. He hasn't done anything wrong. Finn reels himself in. ]
I don't know what kind of person you are. I want to get a feel for it. That's all.
The waitress gives him a thumbs up and an "anything else?", all of which she will presumably take into account before she leaves to get it. She also glances to Finn, who lifts a hand and shakes his head to indicate that he's good.
Cut to the chase. Cutting to the chase is usually the best plan. Finn takes a couple of seconds to think. ]
Chyler Silva took a place in your unit.
[ He hesitates. Folds his hands on the table. Leans forward and chooses earnestness over implied threats or vague terminology. ]
Frankly, I think she could probably put either of us down in less than thirty seconds if she wanted to. She's good. [ I mean he's not gonna lie about that, he's pretty sure she could murder them. ] But I consider Chyler a friend. I take that seriously. If you're her commanding officer, you're part of her team. I don't--
[ Want her to end up like him. Even though their situations are wildly different, even though he hasn't seen a hint of something like that happening to anyone in the Perimeter Guard, and anybody can leave, and they're all about as far and removed from the First Order as anyone can get.
Power is a tool even one person can use, though. It only takes one person. He hasn't forgotten that. But he can't just say it, doesn't want to level it like an accusation. John's been more than agreeable by showing up at all. He hasn't done anything wrong. Finn reels himself in. ]
I don't know what kind of person you are. I want to get a feel for it. That's all.
This is about Silva?
[John rubs at his jaw absently, doing his absolute best to hide his smile creeping onto his face beneath his hand. John's not laughing at Finn. Really. He respects where he's coming from. He's just happy Chyler's made a friend. If the girl needs a helping hand anywhere, it's with her social skills. John would know, being poorly socialized himself.]
She is good.
[He nods sagely. John will never put down anyone under his command, and it's easy not to do, because he'll never recruit a candidate he doesn't personally believe to be competent, capable, trustworthy, and ultimately worthy of his respect.
Chyler Silva is green, and she has a lot to learn and unlearn, but it's her willingness to learn that makes her stand out from the crowd. John has no room in his team for soldiers who can't think for themselves, and learn from their experiences. If he wanted an army of deadly drones, he'd jack himself a few Replicators.
Could she gun John down? No, he doesn't think so. Because she would hesitate, and he wouldn't. That's the difference two wars worth of experience makes. John's killed a lot of people. More people than he can count. He's hurt people, too. Sometimes on purpose, creatively, and over long periods of time. Until he was no longer their interrogator, but their best friend, and they thanked him with tears in their eyes for the opportunity to tell him what he wanted to know.
Chyler couldn't kill him, or Finn, and that's why he wants her. Because she'll go on to do great things, and if he has any say in it, she won't lose her soul in the process. John will be there for her the way no one was there for him. To tell her when the price is worth paying, and when it isn't.
John doesn't comment on that, though. It's a discussion for her and him when the time comes. If they're both lucky, it won't.]
I am her commanding officer, and we are a team. That means I'd put my life on the line for her, and I'm sure she'd do the same for me.
As for what kind of person I am... Well, I'm about what you'd expect for a guy who's seen as much action as I have. Am I a good person? I'd say that's relative, and it depends who you ask.
The important thing is I'm good to my people, and I'll always put them first, before anything else. I recruited Chyler because I felt she'd be a strong addition to the team I want to build, and I think it'll be a good place for her to grow.
If you don't believe me, you can always see for yourself. Call it a job shadow.
[John leans back, smiling up at the waitress as she returns to their table with a heaping platter of chicken and waffles.]
Well whaddya know. Looks like there's enough for two.
[John rubs at his jaw absently, doing his absolute best to hide his smile creeping onto his face beneath his hand. John's not laughing at Finn. Really. He respects where he's coming from. He's just happy Chyler's made a friend. If the girl needs a helping hand anywhere, it's with her social skills. John would know, being poorly socialized himself.]
She is good.
[He nods sagely. John will never put down anyone under his command, and it's easy not to do, because he'll never recruit a candidate he doesn't personally believe to be competent, capable, trustworthy, and ultimately worthy of his respect.
Chyler Silva is green, and she has a lot to learn and unlearn, but it's her willingness to learn that makes her stand out from the crowd. John has no room in his team for soldiers who can't think for themselves, and learn from their experiences. If he wanted an army of deadly drones, he'd jack himself a few Replicators.
Could she gun John down? No, he doesn't think so. Because she would hesitate, and he wouldn't. That's the difference two wars worth of experience makes. John's killed a lot of people. More people than he can count. He's hurt people, too. Sometimes on purpose, creatively, and over long periods of time. Until he was no longer their interrogator, but their best friend, and they thanked him with tears in their eyes for the opportunity to tell him what he wanted to know.
Chyler couldn't kill him, or Finn, and that's why he wants her. Because she'll go on to do great things, and if he has any say in it, she won't lose her soul in the process. John will be there for her the way no one was there for him. To tell her when the price is worth paying, and when it isn't.
John doesn't comment on that, though. It's a discussion for her and him when the time comes. If they're both lucky, it won't.]
I am her commanding officer, and we are a team. That means I'd put my life on the line for her, and I'm sure she'd do the same for me.
As for what kind of person I am... Well, I'm about what you'd expect for a guy who's seen as much action as I have. Am I a good person? I'd say that's relative, and it depends who you ask.
The important thing is I'm good to my people, and I'll always put them first, before anything else. I recruited Chyler because I felt she'd be a strong addition to the team I want to build, and I think it'll be a good place for her to grow.
If you don't believe me, you can always see for yourself. Call it a job shadow.
[John leans back, smiling up at the waitress as she returns to their table with a heaping platter of chicken and waffles.]
Well whaddya know. Looks like there's enough for two.
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[It's been a long night. A very, very long night. Rodney is exhausted, worn down to the bone, eyes stinging, back aching from hunching over a computer, mind moving sluggishly, barely able to process basic algebra let alone complex physics. It's frankly exquisite, exactly the right kind of exhaustion that leaves Rodney thinking he might actually get a few hours of decent sleep for a while, just the right mix of physical and mental exhaustion that might let him just turn off and be unconscious for a while without spinning his metaphorical wheels and thinking too much.
Squinting into the sunlight as he goes up the elevator, Rodney sighs slightly, leans against the wall, stares into the woods, then pushes away from it and shambles his way to the apartment as if he were a zombie, most of the way asleep. He's already talking as he unlocks the door, voice slightly slurred.]
For once, I'm not going straight for a cup of coffee. You can have one if you want, but I'm having an herbal tea and straight to bed, it's been a very, very long ni-
[And it's then, when he lifts his head as he steps into the bedroom doorway, that he sees it. For a moment, he's completely aghast, blue eyes wide as he takes in the whole scene. A man in John's bed who looks vaguely familiar (for all that he can see his face from this angle) and John...arching...on top of him...completely naked.]
Oh my god.
Squinting into the sunlight as he goes up the elevator, Rodney sighs slightly, leans against the wall, stares into the woods, then pushes away from it and shambles his way to the apartment as if he were a zombie, most of the way asleep. He's already talking as he unlocks the door, voice slightly slurred.]
For once, I'm not going straight for a cup of coffee. You can have one if you want, but I'm having an herbal tea and straight to bed, it's been a very, very long ni-
[And it's then, when he lifts his head as he steps into the bedroom doorway, that he sees it. For a moment, he's completely aghast, blue eyes wide as he takes in the whole scene. A man in John's bed who looks vaguely familiar (for all that he can see his face from this angle) and John...arching...on top of him...completely naked.]
Oh my god.
[ Finn doesn't so much as move to interrupt while John answers. This is what he came here for. His expression is sharp, but not skeptical.
It's a good answer. It's straightforward and honest, and addresses the points that were arguably of higher concern to him than others: what kind of teammate John Sheppard is, what kind of leader. He says he's good to his people, and a little bit of the tension in Finn's shoulders slacks off instantly, because in his experience that's a defining point. Good to his people, not something removed like 'fair to his soldiers.'
Sometimes someone has to be able to remove themselves, maybe, sometimes they have to shift things and push down to push through, and that's one thing. Their teammates are their people, still. That's important. He doesn't subscribe to the philosophy of 'weak links' and 'extensions of a greater will' anymore. He doesn't believe in letting one of his people fall behind when he can help them work through what they might fall short on.
It matters that Chyler Silva is a person. ]
Sure you're okay with a shadow? I could take you on your word at this point.
[ Finn's been known to form fast opinions on people, and this marks no exception. His instincts generally haven't failed him enough to make him troubleshoot his methods yet. John Sheppard isn't lying. He's fine. Case more or less closed.
Also, this is two for two on meeting someone here to try to figure them out only to have them share their waffles. He's not sure what to do with that information yet?? He's not sure he wants to risk it turning into a pattern if he wants to figure a third person out someday. Maybe waffle places aren't going to be his go-to in the future. ]
It's a good answer. It's straightforward and honest, and addresses the points that were arguably of higher concern to him than others: what kind of teammate John Sheppard is, what kind of leader. He says he's good to his people, and a little bit of the tension in Finn's shoulders slacks off instantly, because in his experience that's a defining point. Good to his people, not something removed like 'fair to his soldiers.'
Sometimes someone has to be able to remove themselves, maybe, sometimes they have to shift things and push down to push through, and that's one thing. Their teammates are their people, still. That's important. He doesn't subscribe to the philosophy of 'weak links' and 'extensions of a greater will' anymore. He doesn't believe in letting one of his people fall behind when he can help them work through what they might fall short on.
It matters that Chyler Silva is a person. ]
Sure you're okay with a shadow? I could take you on your word at this point.
[ Finn's been known to form fast opinions on people, and this marks no exception. His instincts generally haven't failed him enough to make him troubleshoot his methods yet. John Sheppard isn't lying. He's fine. Case more or less closed.
Also, this is two for two on meeting someone here to try to figure them out only to have them share their waffles. He's not sure what to do with that information yet?? He's not sure he wants to risk it turning into a pattern if he wants to figure a third person out someday. Maybe waffle places aren't going to be his go-to in the future. ]
Oh, I'm sure. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?
[John smirks around the crunch of a piece of chicken.
He's made up his mind. He likes Finn. The kid gives him a good vibe. How someone treats their friends says a lot about them as a person.
John hasn't seen Finn in action yet, but if he's from the same universe as Poe, he's seen war, and that makes him more experienced than half the people in the PG. He'll give Finn's file more than a cursory read when he's back at the office, not that John really expects a pile of paperwork to tell him anything of real value about a person.
That's always been John's biggest struggle when it comes to building a team. He doesn't trust grades, letter recommendations, or medals. He needs to see people in action. To talk to them, learn who they are, and see if that person changes when bullets start to fly.
Something tells him what you see is what you get, with Finn. He's not certain he knows to be any other way. There's an honesty about him, a purity, almost, that reminds John of Chyler. It makes sense that they get along.]
Best case scenario: I like you, you like me, you join my team.
Worst case scenario: You get shot, and I feel really bad about it.
[John smirks around the crunch of a piece of chicken.
He's made up his mind. He likes Finn. The kid gives him a good vibe. How someone treats their friends says a lot about them as a person.
John hasn't seen Finn in action yet, but if he's from the same universe as Poe, he's seen war, and that makes him more experienced than half the people in the PG. He'll give Finn's file more than a cursory read when he's back at the office, not that John really expects a pile of paperwork to tell him anything of real value about a person.
That's always been John's biggest struggle when it comes to building a team. He doesn't trust grades, letter recommendations, or medals. He needs to see people in action. To talk to them, learn who they are, and see if that person changes when bullets start to fly.
Something tells him what you see is what you get, with Finn. He's not certain he knows to be any other way. There's an honesty about him, a purity, almost, that reminds John of Chyler. It makes sense that they get along.]
Best case scenario: I like you, you like me, you join my team.
Worst case scenario: You get shot, and I feel really bad about it.
[John isn't completely naked. He's still wearing his dog-tags, and they clatter around his neck with every slam of his ass into Poe's pelvis.
He loves the way Poe's body moves with him. His hands fall away from the headboard to grip onto the meat of Poe's shoulders, leaning down to claim a kiss from Poe's parted lips before driving himself harder, faster, deeper, because he's close and-
Oh my god. John grins wolfishly.]
Sounds like five stars to me-
[Something about that wasn't right. It takes John a moment to put two and two together, what with all the blood in his body flowing straight into his dick and away from his brain.
John's so close. He can ignore it. Ride this out, and think about it later.
But he feels a tingle at the base of his spine, the intrinsic knowing that something is wrong. A sixth sense, if that sixth sense were being half-aware of a door opening and someone talking in a perfectly normal voice. John looks back over his shoulder.
And makes eye-contact with Rodney Mckay standing in the doorway of their bedroom.
His heart stops. His jaw drops. He freezes like a deer in headlights. If that deer were doing the nasty in the middle of the highway with another deer, though since they're technically two stag, you could probably call it locking horns.
John's first instinct is to NOT be doing what he's doing, which means dismounting, but since Poe's still in him, he can't just roll off and to the side without breaking his dick in half. He attempts a vertical lift-off, like a helicopter, except helicopters aren't usually seconds away from orgasm, or slippery with sweat. And they usually have a bigger landing pad than a single bed already overcrowded with two full-grown men.
How terrible mistakes always happen in a split-second, but in slow motion, is something John doesn't have an answer to.
What John means to do is separate, roll to one side, and cover himself with a blanket. What John does is separate, fall to the wrong side, and land hard on his (already tender) ass on the floor.
He has no words.]
He loves the way Poe's body moves with him. His hands fall away from the headboard to grip onto the meat of Poe's shoulders, leaning down to claim a kiss from Poe's parted lips before driving himself harder, faster, deeper, because he's close and-
Oh my god. John grins wolfishly.]
Sounds like five stars to me-
[Something about that wasn't right. It takes John a moment to put two and two together, what with all the blood in his body flowing straight into his dick and away from his brain.
John's so close. He can ignore it. Ride this out, and think about it later.
But he feels a tingle at the base of his spine, the intrinsic knowing that something is wrong. A sixth sense, if that sixth sense were being half-aware of a door opening and someone talking in a perfectly normal voice. John looks back over his shoulder.
And makes eye-contact with Rodney Mckay standing in the doorway of their bedroom.
His heart stops. His jaw drops. He freezes like a deer in headlights. If that deer were doing the nasty in the middle of the highway with another deer, though since they're technically two stag, you could probably call it locking horns.
John's first instinct is to NOT be doing what he's doing, which means dismounting, but since Poe's still in him, he can't just roll off and to the side without breaking his dick in half. He attempts a vertical lift-off, like a helicopter, except helicopters aren't usually seconds away from orgasm, or slippery with sweat. And they usually have a bigger landing pad than a single bed already overcrowded with two full-grown men.
How terrible mistakes always happen in a split-second, but in slow motion, is something John doesn't have an answer to.
What John means to do is separate, roll to one side, and cover himself with a blanket. What John does is separate, fall to the wrong side, and land hard on his (already tender) ass on the floor.
He has no words.]
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[ Oh my god, says a familiar voice.
Sounds like five stars to me, says John.
That wasn't me, Poe almost says, but John appears to have already figured that out.
Poe looks toward the door, sees Rodney, sees the look on his face. And then John rolls sideways and falls off the bed, and it's all too perfect. Way, way too perfect.
Poe cracks the fuck up. He manages to get himself under control long enough to say: ] Hey, mind closing the door?
[ And then he's back to laughing his ass off. ]
Sounds like five stars to me, says John.
That wasn't me, Poe almost says, but John appears to have already figured that out.
Poe looks toward the door, sees Rodney, sees the look on his face. And then John rolls sideways and falls off the bed, and it's all too perfect. Way, way too perfect.
Poe cracks the fuck up. He manages to get himself under control long enough to say: ] Hey, mind closing the door?
[ And then he's back to laughing his ass off. ]
[For a few moments, Rodney is completely still, and completely silent, while his brain tries to process what's happening in front of him. To put together a dozen little flash impressions that he's pretty sure are never going to leave his brain into a coherent understanding of what's happening to him. Rodney is an intelligent man, he can run through dozens of scenarios in a few moments, like virtual simulations, but every single one of them, right now, is coming to the same conclusion.
John Sheppard is having sex with a man in their bedroom.
And then John is jerking upward like he's convulsing and toppling over onto the floor, and the other man is laughing (Dameron, he thinks his name was) and Rodney can't take it anymore. Stepping backward stiffly, moving like a robot, he grabs at the door handle, hands shaking.]
As you were!
[He yells it into the room then pushes the door shut and turns on his heel, making his way into the kitchen, where he sits down heavily on a chair and puts his face in his hands.]
John Sheppard is having sex with a man in their bedroom.
And then John is jerking upward like he's convulsing and toppling over onto the floor, and the other man is laughing (Dameron, he thinks his name was) and Rodney can't take it anymore. Stepping backward stiffly, moving like a robot, he grabs at the door handle, hands shaking.]
As you were!
[He yells it into the room then pushes the door shut and turns on his heel, making his way into the kitchen, where he sits down heavily on a chair and puts his face in his hands.]
[ That gets a huff of a laugh out of him. That is pretty fair, as far as worst case scenarios go. He's a worst case scenario person.
He doesn't know too much about the specifics of this team yet, but between having time to dig around and shadowing, Finn figures it won't take too long to get his head wrapped around some of the details. And tbh now that he's done any form of laughing he's kind of left at the point where he sees no reason not to snag some waffle. He's already in the hole on this conversation. He might as well. ]
If I get myself shot, try to take a pass. Pretty sure I'd either feel bad enough for both of us or I wouldn't really care.
He doesn't know too much about the specifics of this team yet, but between having time to dig around and shadowing, Finn figures it won't take too long to get his head wrapped around some of the details. And tbh now that he's done any form of laughing he's kind of left at the point where he sees no reason not to snag some waffle. He's already in the hole on this conversation. He might as well. ]
If I get myself shot, try to take a pass. Pretty sure I'd either feel bad enough for both of us or I wouldn't really care.
[Poe laughs harder, and John slaps him hard on his sweaty thigh.]
Not helping!
[John's past the point of embarrassed. Now he just wants to die. He covers his face with both hands, shaking his head. If there was a big enough hole for him to crawl into, John would be there, and he'd be taking his gun with him.
He'll never live this down. There's no way Rodney will let it go, and even if he doesn't mention it, which John knows he will, they'll both remember.
At least he doesn't have blue balls. John's amazed his dick hasn't crawled back up into his body and died there. Never to be seen again. By anyone. Ever.
He should've been more careful. Just because Rodney's been working well into the morning most nights doesn't mean he will every night, and John could've hung a sock on the door, or something.
Finally, John starts crawling around on the floor in search of his discarded BDUs, because he owes Rodney an apology, and he really isn't in the mood to be naked. He feels plenty exposed already.
He might be giving Poe the cold shoulder as he dresses.]
Not helping!
[John's past the point of embarrassed. Now he just wants to die. He covers his face with both hands, shaking his head. If there was a big enough hole for him to crawl into, John would be there, and he'd be taking his gun with him.
He'll never live this down. There's no way Rodney will let it go, and even if he doesn't mention it, which John knows he will, they'll both remember.
At least he doesn't have blue balls. John's amazed his dick hasn't crawled back up into his body and died there. Never to be seen again. By anyone. Ever.
He should've been more careful. Just because Rodney's been working well into the morning most nights doesn't mean he will every night, and John could've hung a sock on the door, or something.
Finally, John starts crawling around on the floor in search of his discarded BDUs, because he owes Rodney an apology, and he really isn't in the mood to be naked. He feels plenty exposed already.
He might be giving Poe the cold shoulder as he dresses.]
[ Poe's amusement wears off as he finds his own clothes, enough that he can look at John without grinning, which would no doubt be like poking the pilot's bruises (physical and otherwise).
He has his shirt in one hand as he comes up behind John, slinging his other arm around John's shoulders and kissing his temple before he lets go. ] Come on. That was at least a little bit funny.
[ It was a lot funny. A lot.
Poe is still pulling his shirt on when he comes into the kitchen. He sees Rodney as his head pops through the headhole and what-do-you-know, he's grinning again. ]
Morning, McKay.
He has his shirt in one hand as he comes up behind John, slinging his other arm around John's shoulders and kissing his temple before he lets go. ] Come on. That was at least a little bit funny.
[ It was a lot funny. A lot.
Poe is still pulling his shirt on when he comes into the kitchen. He sees Rodney as his head pops through the headhole and what-do-you-know, he's grinning again. ]
Morning, McKay.
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