Partner Betrayal

[brainofck]

zats_clear's third piece. Happy birthday, chica! Many, many happy returns!

3. A little cliche fic - dealer's choice. Zats, I hope this is cool with you. I can't remember if you have voiced an opinion on RPS. Just read the disclaimers and go with the flow. :)

Title: Partner Betrayal
Author: muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: RDA/MS, JO/DJ, RD/DJ, Andromeda/Romy/AI
Rating: R
Summary: I was asked to do a cliché, "dealer's choice." I did the "they read slash" cliché.
Content/warnings: RPS.
Words: 443
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own porno script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles if she ruled the universe if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Additional Disclaimer: And just to be clear, in no way do I wish to suggest that Richard Dean Anderson and Michal Shanks ever read fan fiction and got it on. Ever. Totally made that up. That's me! Writing the fiction.
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"Look at this," Rick said.

Michael set aside the Saturday hockey section of the Star Tribune and took the proffered laptop.

Daniel was flat on his back, legs spayed, hands ineffectually closing and unclosing over his head, where there was no headboard on the ridiculous cot that apparently passed for bedroom furniture for the Ancients. Not that Daniel was complaining. This was his second favorite way to get fucked. A long, slow screw, Ronon sliding slickly in and out of his ass.

He groaned his appreciation.

The only thing he liked better was holding a fistful of dreds in each hand and giving it to Ronon from behind, riding him like -

"I saw this one," Michael said, passing the computer back. "Lexa loves Pegasus B. Very hot. The writing's a little over the top, though. Not really my thing."

Rick made a moue of distaste, wrinkling his nose in obvious disgust.

"Well, I don't think it's very in character," he complained, clicking the back button.

Michael snorted.

"People actually think you're straight?" he asked, laughing. "How the Hell have you managed it all these years?"

Rick pulled himself up straighter, tipping his chin up, staring coldly down his nose at Michael.

"I am a super-macho tough guy. Who cares if I collect art, patronize opera, and camp up my toughest tough guy character?"

He clicked the forward button on the browser again.

"I know," Michael said. "It's like a bad traffic accident..."

"I feel betrayed just reading it! Lexa liked it?" Rick shuddered. "I feel like writing the fix where Jack finds out and goes to Pegasus and hunts Ronon down and shows him how Special Ops does it in the Milky Way." Rick scowled.

Michael gently tugged the laptop. Then tugged harder when Rick held on to it, glaring at him over the screen. Finally he yanked it, and carefully placed it on the bedside table while Rick crossed his arms over his naked chest and did his best to look baleful.

But how baleful could you really pretend to be with a raging hard on tenting the sheets and your gorgeous, naked boyfriend in bed with you?

"Lexa..." Michael drawled as he made certain the laptop was safely placed on the cluttered table. "...is a fanfic whore. She reads Daniel/Anybody. She loves Pegasus B because it opens up so many new options for pairings. She reads every Andromeda piece she can get her hands on, too. And her absolute favorite is Andromeda/Romy/AI. So..." Michael straddled Rick's lap, pulling Rick's arms open and letting his fingers explore soft silver fur and peaked nipples.

"So," Rick murmured.

"Exactly," said Michael, leaning in to kiss him ohsosoftly.

"Jack and Daniel forever?" Rick said hopefully.


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Comments

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Heh. The one where MS says they need to work out their sexual tensions, and RDA says they don't have any? (Also, RDA suggests he go work out his sexual tensions with Chris Judge, and MS says dismissively that he already did that. *snickers*) I remember RDA seemed mostly fondly exasperated in that one, and that, more than anything, was why they dind't have sex. Which is besides the point. Because sex was not had. :D

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Yup, that one! Heh. I remember RDA's fond exasperation being mainly about the fact that MS was COMPLETELY blotto, and that's just not attractive when you're sober. Plus his initial disbelief that a man about to get married would consider the zing they had being worth cheating for. But once he learned Lexa was all for it, he was still back at point one.