'Food Porn', three for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slashthedrabble challenge #53 - Feast and/or Famine
Nov. 27th, 2005 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Food Porn
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard of Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: PG
Words: 100x3
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Rodney+Food=Porn
Notes: This trio of drabbles also responds to challenges #36 - Breakfast, #37 - Lunch, and #38 - Dinner, in my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slash_100 Big Damn Table. (5, 6, + 7/100)
Breakfast
John felt almost masochistic watching Rodney eat; he ended every meal at least half-hard. Rodney turned the gustatory hell of rubber eggs and not-ham into something more resembling high-grade porn.
Once that first overcooked, under-flavoured, mouthful touched his tongue, Rodney was in heaven and John was trapped in hell. Each moan and groan and sated sigh, each mumbled 'Oh, God, yes,' fluttered down to land in John's lap, and worked like eager hands.
When Weir brought up the subject of a Presidential banquet on their next co-ordinated visit 'home', John nearly wept. He knew he'd never make it to dessert.
Lunch
John tried hard not to be too obvious or predictable - he limited deliveries to non-consecutive days. He didn't count the protein bars and MREs he took off world; they couldn't have Rodney fainting in a crisis.
He tried his best to vary Rodney's diet in his lunchtime sallies. Toasted almost-cheese on wild grain bread with mystery soup went well. Salads were examined with distrust and then ignored, unless they came tucked neatly in a bun with 'real' food.
The first time Rodney took a bite without his routine check for citrus, John excused himself and took a long, cold shower.
Dinner
The Tragor were a friendly bunch and everything went well, at least until they all sat down for dinner - then the weirdness started.
Rodney, as was usual, got John to taste the food, but after his first mouthful, silence fell.
"When dining with our partners," - hands were clasped around the table - "we only feed each other, not ourselves. It is our way."
Doriel, in charge of trading, smiled with steely eyes, and motioned to the food laid out before them.
"Please."
Rodney looked at John, who looked at Rodney, then the food and back. Rodney licked his lips. John whimpered.
Title: Food Porn
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard of Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: PG
Words: 100x3
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Rodney+Food=Porn
Notes: This trio of drabbles also responds to challenges #36 - Breakfast, #37 - Lunch, and #38 - Dinner, in my
slash_100 Big Damn Table. (5, 6, + 7/100)Breakfast
John felt almost masochistic watching Rodney eat; he ended every meal at least half-hard. Rodney turned the gustatory hell of rubber eggs and not-ham into something more resembling high-grade porn.
Once that first overcooked, under-flavoured, mouthful touched his tongue, Rodney was in heaven and John was trapped in hell. Each moan and groan and sated sigh, each mumbled 'Oh, God, yes,' fluttered down to land in John's lap, and worked like eager hands.
When Weir brought up the subject of a Presidential banquet on their next co-ordinated visit 'home', John nearly wept. He knew he'd never make it to dessert.
Lunch
John tried hard not to be too obvious or predictable - he limited deliveries to non-consecutive days. He didn't count the protein bars and MREs he took off world; they couldn't have Rodney fainting in a crisis.
He tried his best to vary Rodney's diet in his lunchtime sallies. Toasted almost-cheese on wild grain bread with mystery soup went well. Salads were examined with distrust and then ignored, unless they came tucked neatly in a bun with 'real' food.
The first time Rodney took a bite without his routine check for citrus, John excused himself and took a long, cold shower.
Dinner
The Tragor were a friendly bunch and everything went well, at least until they all sat down for dinner - then the weirdness started.
Rodney, as was usual, got John to taste the food, but after his first mouthful, silence fell.
"When dining with our partners," - hands were clasped around the table - "we only feed each other, not ourselves. It is our way."
Doriel, in charge of trading, smiled with steely eyes, and motioned to the food laid out before them.
"Please."
Rodney looked at John, who looked at Rodney, then the food and back. Rodney licked his lips. John whimpered.
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on 2005-11-27 01:27 am (UTC)When Weir brought up the subject of a Presidential banquet on their next co-ordinated visit 'home', John nearly wept. He knew he'd never make it to dessert.
Brilliant.
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on 2005-11-27 01:33 am (UTC)I had this vision of John shuddering out a silent orgasm at the table, while watching Rodney lick the icecream off his spoon. *drools*
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on 2005-11-27 01:41 am (UTC)Maybe he should act on his feelings to uh alleviate the tension!
Great story! :D
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on 2005-11-28 05:42 pm (UTC)I think John secretly enjoys torturing himself with Rodney's food porn noises. Once he's sufficiently wound up I'm sure he'll pounce. ;)
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on 2005-11-27 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-28 05:43 pm (UTC)Rodney makes it so easy... *g*
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on 2005-11-27 02:02 am (UTC)Yis yis!!
*snerk*
I love it. Poor John!
*la la la*
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on 2005-11-28 05:44 pm (UTC)Poor John indeed. But he's the one who's torturing himself by not making a move and getting Rodney to make real porn noises. *g*
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on 2005-11-27 02:27 am (UTC)lol!
Rodney licked his lips. John whimpered.
Poor John. He needs to start wearing longer jackets. *g*
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on 2005-11-28 05:47 pm (UTC)I may have projected onto Rodney just a wee bit there - I am of the opinion that salad is stuff that comes with food, it's not food in its own right. *g*
Does John really need longer jackets when he already has all that spare room in his pants? I swear he and Rodney could both fit into those baggy things he wears... ;)
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on 2005-11-27 02:31 am (UTC)Anna
When Weir brought up the subject of a Presidential banquet on their next co-ordinated visit 'home', John nearly wept. He knew he'd never make it to dessert. I'm *whimpering*!!
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on 2005-11-28 05:48 pm (UTC)The mental picture of Rodney fellating a spoon while John sits opposite trying not to come is a compelling one. *g*
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on 2005-11-27 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-28 05:49 pm (UTC)I knew there had to be a reason for all that extra room in John's pants. It's the Rodney Zone! *g*
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on 2005-11-28 05:51 pm (UTC)I like watching them suffer - and then give in to their desires and get lucky. ;)
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on 2005-11-27 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-28 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-27 06:03 am (UTC)*Raids 'fridge...*
Mandy
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on 2005-11-28 05:53 pm (UTC)Iron underwear tends to chafe. John would be better off just jumping Rodney. With pudding. *g*
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on 2005-11-27 06:21 am (UTC)Food porn is my new kink. Cause that was just highly enjoyable. I loved the image of John at the end. Poor boy.
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on 2005-11-28 05:54 pm (UTC)I do enjoy giving people new kinks. *g*
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on 2005-11-28 05:56 pm (UTC)John needs to just jump him already but he's having too much fun torturing himself.
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on 2005-11-28 06:01 pm (UTC)I didn't start out to write SeekritCrush!John - it was supposed to go 'John watches Rodney', 'John feeds Rodney', 'John jumps Rodney', but the muse insisted John had to wait a bit longer. *g*
SeekritCrush!John is adorable. I may have to play with him again. ;)
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on 2005-11-27 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-28 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-27 06:17 pm (UTC)"each mumbled 'Oh, God, yes,' fluttered down to land in John's lap, and worked like eager hands".
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on 2005-11-28 06:02 pm (UTC)John is so easy. ;)
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on 2005-11-27 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-28 06:04 pm (UTC)There's definitely more to come.
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on 2005-11-27 07:19 pm (UTC)Really awesome.
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on 2005-11-28 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-27 09:29 pm (UTC)seriously, this definitely has me wimpering with sheer guh-ness of it. I can only feel *really* sorry for John who has to actually experience it while acting normally. Poor, poor John . . .
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on 2005-11-28 06:05 pm (UTC)John has been trained to operate under pressure. He thrives on it, really he does... *g*
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on 2005-11-28 01:46 am (UTC)I happen to have been eating while reading this. *looks at apple*
Though now, I have a sudden urge to go find something that needs a spoon....
*loves so very, very much*
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on 2005-11-28 06:06 pm (UTC)*envisions Rodney licking licking licking his spoon while John tries to slide under the table. *g*
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on 2005-11-28 06:40 am (UTC)Serious GUH.
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on 2005-11-28 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-28 09:38 pm (UTC)love them, babe! :D
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on 2005-11-28 09:41 pm (UTC)John sees it all vividly too. ;)
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on 2005-11-29 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-29 12:07 am (UTC)(I am so very stoned. Ibu is God. *g*)