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sabinetzinTitle: can't take a good day without a bad one
Series: Better Version of Me
Summary: When John is temporarily de-aged but left with his memories and personality intact, life gets very complicated for Rodney.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: 787
Rating/Warnings: R, profanity, wanton behavior by someone who is physically 16, vague mentions of consent issues
Pairing: John/Rodney
Policies: Read my archiving, feedback, and warnings policies here.
A/N: So technically this is a repost; the original was way back in 2009, and I'm pretty sure it was only ever posted locked. This is a (totally unauthorized, written back whenI just stalked her from afar we didn't know each other) remix of telesilla's Bed of Flames, and it might make marginally more sense if you read that first (heeding the warnings). I have many notes for this story, which are at the end.
The Ancients were fucking weird.
Rodney's starting to think they might have been a bunch of perverts, too, because there is just no other logical explanation for why anybody would build a machine to make people look- but not actually become or think they are- younger. Rodney's figured them out- this is obviously for making porn. Rodney's sure that it's all a great scheme; make sure the young boys are mentally eighteen or twenty-one or thirty-fucking-nine, and you can make all the filthy movies about all the underage fucking that you want with no moral qualms whatsoever.
Rodney's been awake for twenty-seven hours, though- and he's spent most of it trying to corral an extremely bored, recently sixteen-year-old Lieutenant Colonel- so maybe his interpretations are not exactly the best and most cogent.
And all Rodney really wants to do is go the fuck to sleep.
But, of course, when he walks through the door to his quarters, John is standing in the shadows on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall and looking generally insouciant.
“Hey, Rodney,” John drawls, his voice sounding too high and too smooth. He walks forward into the puddle of light from the hallway, strutting a little, wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of jeans that sink low around his hips. Rodney lets the door shut behind him and waves the lights on, crossing his arms and waiting for John to get around to whatever he came here for.
“You know, I'm still a virgin,” John says, sounding more than a little proud of himself- whether for still being one or for figuring it out all by himself, Rodney's not sure. “Thought maybe you could fix that for me.”
Maybe it's the way he says it; maybe it's that he's standing there in clothes that are two or three sizes too big; maybe it's just because Rodney hasn't slept since Tuesday.
But Rodney laughs in his face.
“You could've just said no, you prick,” John scowls, looking generally like somebody just stepped on his teddy bear; Rodney feels inordinately guilty all of a sudden.
“Okay, first of all?” he says, recovering. “I already took your virginity- for certain values of the word virginity, anyway- and as I recall, you did not enjoy it very much.” John rolls his eyes. “Secondly?” Rodney continues, before John can protest; Rodney opens his mouth to speak, but finds himself sputtering instead, waving his arms in John's general direction. “You're fucking adorable!”
John sighs, heavy and tired like he's heard that one before. “This would be why I didn't get laid until I was 23,” he mutters to himself, running his hands through his messy hair.
“Jesus Christ, John, have you seen yourself?” Rodney says, knowing he's not helping but unable to stop himself. “I can't decide whether I should send you to your room without supper or ask you to the junior prom!”
“All right, all right, you don't have to rub it in,” he says, looking down and toeing at the ground a little. “It's not that bad.”
Rodney grimaces. “It kinda is, actually.”
“Goddammit,” John swears passionately. “What the hell good is it having the libido of a teenager again if I have to look like one?”
Rodney shrugs. “Welcome to my life, ages fifteen to seventeen.”
John pouts; and yeah, it does make him look kind of pretty, but mostly it just makes him look way, way too goddamned young to be shirtless and/or in Rodney's bedroom unescorted. “Sure you don't wanna fuck?”
“God, don't even say that,” Rodney says, shuddering a little. “I feel like I should wash your mouth out with soap.” John grins, looking like he's about to make a comment, but Rodney holds up a hand. “And that was not some kind of offer to indulge your as-yet unrevealed naughty schoolboy discipline fantasy.”
There is a long silence, during which some indefinable something in John's face goes hard and tight; Rodney braces himself, knows what's coming. John closes the distance between them, getting right up in Rodney's personal space; even at this age, he's still taller, and he takes advantage of it, looking down at him and glaring. John's eyes are the only part of him that looks even remotely right. “I might not have asked,” he says, his voice dark and hard.
Rodney looks away. “You haven't got it in you,” he responds; and if he sounds a little sad when he says it, that doesn't mean anything at all.
When Rodney looks up again, John is walking out the door.
Notes:
So, really, if you're going to readtelesilla's original, you need to go do it now, because I'm going to spoil it up and down. Go on. I'll wait.
You're back? Okay.
Okay, like, we know how hot David Hewlett was circa Pin, etc, in that "you are way too young and I think I like it" kind of way, right? So in Ruth's version, Rodney gets deaged, John has a thing for young boys/incest play, everything goes horribly right.
So I started thinking about what kinds of nasty things Rodney would do to John if John got deaged. But then it occurred to me that, while David Hewlett had that barely-legal-hot thing going on, Joe Flanigan still looked like this circa First Monday.
In 2002. When he was 35.
And I don't know about you, but he's not hot, to me; he just looks like I would have hit him in poetry/prose at a high school debate tournament (which would have been around 2002, so hey). So where John looks at deaged!Rodney and is like "Imma break me off a piece of that, then I'm gonna go straight to the Special Hell", Rodney looks at deaged!John and is just like "WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS."
So the other part of the thing is that John has a kink that deaged!Rodney can fulfill, because this is the flip of that story, Rodney has a kink- some sort of nebulous consent thing- that deaged!John can't. Because John is like, "Yeah, I could take you ;)" and Rodney is like, "Yeah, I could take you. :("
So I wrote that and I posted it, and I started writing parts two and three, which I only have bits of, and I got about halfway through the second part and I was like, "What the fuck am I writing, this makes no goddamned sense at all." So I scrapped entirely and didn't repost it anywhere, and that is the story of this story.
And JYSK, I have a note here on the original that says "Way to make me love a kink I hate," and I'm not sure which part I was referring to, but either way, I think this should suggest to you that my moral decline was, in large part, due totelesilla's bad influence. Shame on her. :D
Series: Better Version of Me
Summary: When John is temporarily de-aged but left with his memories and personality intact, life gets very complicated for Rodney.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: 787
Rating/Warnings: R, profanity, wanton behavior by someone who is physically 16, vague mentions of consent issues
Pairing: John/Rodney
Policies: Read my archiving, feedback, and warnings policies here.
A/N: So technically this is a repost; the original was way back in 2009, and I'm pretty sure it was only ever posted locked. This is a (totally unauthorized, written back when
telesilla's Bed of Flames, and it might make marginally more sense if you read that first (heeding the warnings). I have many notes for this story, which are at the end.The Ancients were fucking weird.
Rodney's starting to think they might have been a bunch of perverts, too, because there is just no other logical explanation for why anybody would build a machine to make people look- but not actually become or think they are- younger. Rodney's figured them out- this is obviously for making porn. Rodney's sure that it's all a great scheme; make sure the young boys are mentally eighteen or twenty-one or thirty-fucking-nine, and you can make all the filthy movies about all the underage fucking that you want with no moral qualms whatsoever.
Rodney's been awake for twenty-seven hours, though- and he's spent most of it trying to corral an extremely bored, recently sixteen-year-old Lieutenant Colonel- so maybe his interpretations are not exactly the best and most cogent.
And all Rodney really wants to do is go the fuck to sleep.
But, of course, when he walks through the door to his quarters, John is standing in the shadows on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall and looking generally insouciant.
“Hey, Rodney,” John drawls, his voice sounding too high and too smooth. He walks forward into the puddle of light from the hallway, strutting a little, wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of jeans that sink low around his hips. Rodney lets the door shut behind him and waves the lights on, crossing his arms and waiting for John to get around to whatever he came here for.
“You know, I'm still a virgin,” John says, sounding more than a little proud of himself- whether for still being one or for figuring it out all by himself, Rodney's not sure. “Thought maybe you could fix that for me.”
Maybe it's the way he says it; maybe it's that he's standing there in clothes that are two or three sizes too big; maybe it's just because Rodney hasn't slept since Tuesday.
But Rodney laughs in his face.
“You could've just said no, you prick,” John scowls, looking generally like somebody just stepped on his teddy bear; Rodney feels inordinately guilty all of a sudden.
“Okay, first of all?” he says, recovering. “I already took your virginity- for certain values of the word virginity, anyway- and as I recall, you did not enjoy it very much.” John rolls his eyes. “Secondly?” Rodney continues, before John can protest; Rodney opens his mouth to speak, but finds himself sputtering instead, waving his arms in John's general direction. “You're fucking adorable!”
John sighs, heavy and tired like he's heard that one before. “This would be why I didn't get laid until I was 23,” he mutters to himself, running his hands through his messy hair.
“Jesus Christ, John, have you seen yourself?” Rodney says, knowing he's not helping but unable to stop himself. “I can't decide whether I should send you to your room without supper or ask you to the junior prom!”
“All right, all right, you don't have to rub it in,” he says, looking down and toeing at the ground a little. “It's not that bad.”
Rodney grimaces. “It kinda is, actually.”
“Goddammit,” John swears passionately. “What the hell good is it having the libido of a teenager again if I have to look like one?”
Rodney shrugs. “Welcome to my life, ages fifteen to seventeen.”
John pouts; and yeah, it does make him look kind of pretty, but mostly it just makes him look way, way too goddamned young to be shirtless and/or in Rodney's bedroom unescorted. “Sure you don't wanna fuck?”
“God, don't even say that,” Rodney says, shuddering a little. “I feel like I should wash your mouth out with soap.” John grins, looking like he's about to make a comment, but Rodney holds up a hand. “And that was not some kind of offer to indulge your as-yet unrevealed naughty schoolboy discipline fantasy.”
There is a long silence, during which some indefinable something in John's face goes hard and tight; Rodney braces himself, knows what's coming. John closes the distance between them, getting right up in Rodney's personal space; even at this age, he's still taller, and he takes advantage of it, looking down at him and glaring. John's eyes are the only part of him that looks even remotely right. “I might not have asked,” he says, his voice dark and hard.
Rodney looks away. “You haven't got it in you,” he responds; and if he sounds a little sad when he says it, that doesn't mean anything at all.
When Rodney looks up again, John is walking out the door.
Notes:
So, really, if you're going to read
telesilla's original, you need to go do it now, because I'm going to spoil it up and down. Go on. I'll wait.You're back? Okay.
Okay, like, we know how hot David Hewlett was circa Pin, etc, in that "you are way too young and I think I like it" kind of way, right? So in Ruth's version, Rodney gets deaged, John has a thing for young boys/incest play, everything goes horribly right.
So I started thinking about what kinds of nasty things Rodney would do to John if John got deaged. But then it occurred to me that, while David Hewlett had that barely-legal-hot thing going on, Joe Flanigan still looked like this circa First Monday.
In 2002. When he was 35.
And I don't know about you, but he's not hot, to me; he just looks like I would have hit him in poetry/prose at a high school debate tournament (which would have been around 2002, so hey). So where John looks at deaged!Rodney and is like "Imma break me off a piece of that, then I'm gonna go straight to the Special Hell", Rodney looks at deaged!John and is just like "WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS."
So the other part of the thing is that John has a kink that deaged!Rodney can fulfill, because this is the flip of that story, Rodney has a kink- some sort of nebulous consent thing- that deaged!John can't. Because John is like, "Yeah, I could take you ;)" and Rodney is like, "Yeah, I could take you. :("
So I wrote that and I posted it, and I started writing parts two and three, which I only have bits of, and I got about halfway through the second part and I was like, "What the fuck am I writing, this makes no goddamned sense at all." So I scrapped entirely and didn't repost it anywhere, and that is the story of this story.
And JYSK, I have a note here on the original that says "Way to make me love a kink I hate," and I'm not sure which part I was referring to, but either way, I think this should suggest to you that my moral decline was, in large part, due to
telesilla's bad influence. Shame on her. :D
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Date: 2011-12-04 12:23 am (UTC)I love everything happening in this paragraph.
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Date: 2011-12-04 05:06 am (UTC)