dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2005-11-02 14:33:00 |
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Current mood: | smutty |
Current music: | Strange Kind of Love - Peter Murphy |
Entry tags: | angst, author: hth, dex, established relationship, fandom: sga, first time, hurt/comfort, john/rodney, john/rodney/ronon, john/ronon, mckay, nc17, ongoing series, ot3, pretty damn good, ronon/rodney, sheppard, slash |
Stargate: Atlantis
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Series: Alpha Centauri
Author: Hth hth_the_first
Genre: Slash, Angst, First Time, Hurt/Comfort
Pairings: John/Rodney, Rodney/Ronon, John/Ronon, John/Rodney/Ronon
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Through Season 2, Episode ? (It's an ongoing series, so just assume it's what ever is current.)
Notes: Okay, it's another
ongoing Series. But it's a really good one. If I had an OT3 in SGA...well
hell, maybe I do have an OT3 in SGA, because I really never expected to
like Rodney/Ronon as much as I do, but I really do. Especially in
Hth's series. I like the way she portrays all three
characters. And that's the thing. There's lots of really
hot sex in this series, but that's not all of it. She gets into
the characters, and exposes them; their fears and insecurities, their
confusion and frustration over misunderstandings and cultural
differences, their needs and lust and passions. It's all there,
and you feel very strongly for all the characters involved.
ETA: Hth just added these to
her website, so that's what I linked to. If she gets behind on updating her site, I'll try to remember to come back and put links to her journal for the newest parts.
ETA2 - I think this excerpt earns the title of the single longest excerpt in this journal. But it just had so many good (and funny) things in it, that I couldn't decide where to edit it. So you get the whole section, and a really good glimpse into why you should be reading this series. So, enjoy.
Excerpt:
"...Rodney put his hand over his face and groaned,
“Unbelievable. These things only happen to me, I have no idea why.”
“‘Scuse
me,” Ronon said. He was getting more mannerly every day, John noted,
with the part of his brain that wasn’t noting that Ronon was sidling
out of Rodney’s quarters, gracefully twisting through so that Rodney
barely had to shift aside at all. He glanced at John with his quick,
curious eyes and a strange little smile on his face that was stuck
midway between wry amusement and mild embarrassment as he stretched up
his arms and let his sweater slip down over his smooth, hard, broad,
recently naked torso.
“Some would say it was karma, I suppose,”
Rodney kept muttering, in a sad monotone, “but really, I do everything
for the greater good, I think of myself as a decent person. These are
the times that try men’s souls, but inasmuch as I believe in a higher
power– “
“Sheppard,” Ronon acknowledged with a nod as he
extracted himself from Rodney’s doorway and began to amble off like he
had nothing but time to kill.
“G’night,” John said faintly to his back.
When
he turned back around from staring, Rodney held up his hands and said,
“Now, before you work yourself into a frenzy, I should point out– “
“I suppose I can fucking come inside
now, instead of standing out here like a moron? I mean, you don’t have
Teyla in there, do you? There’s not some kind of, oh, I don’t know,
naked staff meeting that I let slip my mind?”
“You can come in.”
Inside
was fine, except for the way that he was now in full view of Rodney’s
bed. It didn’t appear as if maid service had been by, at least not
since, oh, the last time Rodney had gotten laid in it. Rather athletically laid, if the state of the sheets was any indication.
John deliberately turned his back on the bed. “Okay,” he said. “So....”
“So?”
“What happens now?”
“I–
“ It didn’t seem to be what Rodney expected. He looked as though he
were running simulations in his head of a number of different
scenarios. “Are you breaking up with me?” he blurted out at last, and
that was– Okay. That was cute. Also, it proved that interrogating
Rodney was the kind of job that involved a lot of shutting up and
letting him talk himself right into the noose.
“Am I breaking up with you?” he repeated thoughtfully.
“If you are, I think I should say – I think – it’s unfair of you, really, because we never – no one ever said– “
“No. No one ever did.”
A
tiny flash of anger moved in Rodney’s eyes, and it took all of John’s
military discipline (which he did have, no matter what anyone said
behind his back, or to his face, or for that matter in his personnel
file) not to grin. This wasn’t going to be any fun at all if Rodney
just gave in. “I always assumed,” Rodney said, drawing himself up
haughtily, “that you preferred to leave yourself free to gallivant
around the galaxy with whatever you found willing.”
“Well, exactly,” he said pleasantly. “What’s not to prefer? I definitely prefer that to you gallivanting around the galaxy with whatever you find willing.”
Rodney gaped in outrage. “I am not gallivanting
– and if I were, I have just as much right as you do – well, maybe I
was gallivanting, and if so, more power to me! I happen to be a man of
substance, of stature in this city, a brilliant and worldly man
in the prime of my life, not to mention a man of some heroism in the
face of overwhelming odds, and just because you persist in believing
your role in my sex life is to do me the very great favor of – of – the things that – well, you know what it is you do to me, I certainly don’t have to tell you.”
“Certainly not.”
“The
point is, you may have thought that an exclusivity clause in our little
arrangement was superfluous because no one but you could possibly want
to sleep with me, but in fact you have been proven entirely wrong, not
for the first time, but I must say if we sort the list by the amount of
satisfaction you being wrong provides me, this goes directly to the top
of it.”
John grabbed him by the shoulder of his shirt and yanked
him forward, cutting off his incipient noise of panic with a quick,
hard kiss. “You’re so hot when you’re satisfied,” he said low in his throat.
I rate this Series: Pretty Damn Good