Title: Like jello…
Words: 662 words
Notes: Originally posted 25th May, 2007.
Anything to keep me from being bored and only thinking about my stupid knee and the fact that I’m off on a worktrip on thursday and with this rate I’m going to be the 5th limping wheel this year as well.
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Sheppard ached all over. There wasn’t a spot that wasn’t tender or making that annoying crackling sound that reminds you of the fact that you’re getting old. Getting doubleteamed by Ronon and Teyla was not an idea he was going to pursue anymore, and he’d thought it’d been such a cool idea. Maybe, just maybe McKay was right about him having a hero/suicide complex… It’s just that the idea of he being the only one armed with sticks and then fighting Teyla and Ronon had sounded like a cool idea - he’d have a fighting chance. Except, not so much really. They just let him believe that for a little while until they decided to demonstrate just how damn good they really were at hand to hand combat.
Jeez, they didn’t have to demonstrate so hard. He was pretty sure he’d have a handprint on his upper arm and a matching bruise on his shoulder where Ronon’d grabbed him and tossed him down on the mat. Luckily he didn’t have to try and hide his limping old man gait for many more steps, his door was just within reach.
Once inside he struggled out of his clothes in a very ungraceful, two left feet kind of hurry, and stumbled into the hot shower. “Aaaaahhhhh”, blissfully hot water that warmed him to the bones. He leant againt the wall once it’d warmed up by the heat of the steam, and just stood there. He could almost feel the muscles in his back trying to unknot.
When his skin was about the color of a cooked lobster he forced himself out of the shower and the few remaining steps that took him to his bed. He didn’t even bother with a towel, just slumped across the bed and dug his face into the pillow, ready to go to sleep.
Except of course, it being a bad day just in general, his door chimed. “G’way!”
Rodney, being Rodney, didn’t care much about what Colonel Sheppard could have possibly mumbled into his pillow so he strode into the room in his usual manner. “I met Teyla. She told me they roughed you up good.”
“Teyla said that?” Sheppard just barely had the energy to move his head so he wouldn’t have to talk with fabric in his mouth.
“Not in those exact words, no. Wow, look at you. You’ve been in the shower how long? You look cooked Colonel.”
“Mrph.”
“Shove over.” Rodney sat down on the bed and not very gently pushed Sheppard aside so he would lie as Rodney wanted. “This hurt?”
“Ow. Yes! It’s a bruise Rodney, they tend to hurt and would you stop poking me!”
“Be quiet. Just tell me if it really hurts okay?” Rodney grabbed Sheppard’s hips and dragged him down a bit before he straddled his thighs. Wide hands fanned across Sheppard’s aching shoulders, stroking and gently massaging before they dug into the sore muscles and pushed the knots to loosen up. Rodney paused occasionally to fill his hands with some kind of liniment that didn’t smell too strongly, and made Sheppard’s skin heat up and tingle pleasantly. He groaned deeply, with every piece of him relaxing more and more and he felt like he was slowly sinking into the madrass. Or like he was jello, all jiggly and loose.
Rodney laughed, “Jello huh?”
“D’I say’at outloud?” Sheppard tried to get his lips to speak, but they were getting pleasantly numb like the rest of his body.
“Yes you did, doofus. Roll over.” A light slap on his hip as Rodney climbed off of him, and Sheppard fumbled himself over on his back. “Mrph.”
“You look drugged.” Rodney smiled at him.
“Mmhm. Am. Is.”
“Drugged and incoherent to boot. Lucky I didn’t expect a return favour out of you.”
“Sleep now, blowjob later.” Sheppard curled on his side and snuffled into Rodney’s hip, falling asleep with Rodney’s hands carding through his hair and a blanket draped over him.
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