Re: Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Rodney, trust me, I'm good at this
Part 2/2
Rodney hadn't uttered a word as they walked through the last hour of daylight. He had just nodded silently and lowered himself to the ground when Ronon had indicated they had to stop for the night.
"Too cold," Rodney said. "I'm too cold. We've come this far, and I'm going to die of hypothermia." Rodney curled tighter into himself on the bare ground.
Ronon lay down behind him, fitting their bodies together easily, and said, "I'll warm you up."
Rodney made a small sound of doubt.
Ronon ran his palm down Rodney's chest and then deftly flicked open the buttons of his fly. Ronon's hand, unaccountably hot in the frigid air, curled around Rodney's cock and stroked slowly up, his finger tips ghosting over the head. "Trust me," he said in his softest, deepest voice, "I'm good at this." He kept Rodney on the edge of arousal and poised between sleep and wakefulness for what seemed like hours, the heat from his body seeping into Rodney's chilled flesh the whole time. When Ronon finally let him come, Rodney was more asleep than not, and his whole body was suffused with delicious warmth.
In the morning, Ronon had to lay his hands on Rodney's swollen knee and work the stiff joint into agonizing life, before Rodney could stand unaided.
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They had reached the gate in the early hours of evening, but the DHD had remained dark and lifeless no matter how hard the buttons had been pushed. Rodney had pulled off the access panel and had lain down on his back to peer at the crystals inside.
"Can you fix it?" Ronon asked.
Rodney sighed; he couldn't see anything in the gloom, and he didn't have any tools other than Ronon's knife. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers gently up one side of the first crystal and down the other. "Trust me," he said, repeating the move on the next crystal, stopping when he thought he felt a crack in the smooth surface, "I'm good at this."
Rodney had laid three crystals on the ground beside him, one cracked, and the other two likely still functional, and he was slowly feeling his way to replacing the two good ones. It was full night, and the only light was a weak wash of red from a small moon. Their pursuers were now in sight, moving closer out of the trees. Rodney carefully slid the crystals into their sockets. He didn't ask Ronon if he would be able to keep their pursuers at bay long enough; he knew Ronon was good at that. The red flash from Ronon's blaster lit the interior of the DHD, and Rodney slid home the last crystal and then reached up and slapped the symbols for the Alpha site without leaving the dubious protection of the ground under the DHD. The event horizon fluttered into life, and Ronon hauled Rodney up off the ground. They backed towards the gate, the explosive pop of Rodney's Beretta sounding counterpoint to the whine of Ronon's blaster.
"Sure you dialed the right address?" Ronon asked.
"Trust me," Rodney answered, and their grins were both a little wild when they stepped back through the blue ripple.