The next day, in the morning briefing, John meets Rodney’s eyes and can’t help wondering whether McKay had tried it, too, taken the new body out for a test drive at the first opportunity. McKay’s glance back is calm and businesslike, but maybe he’s got the same secret. Maybe he’s wondering the same thing about John. He can’t think of a possible situation in which he could ask him about it, wouldn’t want to talk about it even if he could, but the experience burns inside of him. He wants to know if McKay felt the same way, new and bright and sharp inside his skin, every sensation maddeningly familiar and gloriously strange.
This is the first interest in the other's sexuality, not based on his friendship with Rodney but rather their shared experience...
nd the tired, vulnerable look in Rodney’s eyes, so familiar from a dozen other hopeless situations, makes John want to comfort him, to pull his soft, female body against his own, to hold him the way he had held his mom after his father died. // In the end, John just clasps his shoulder again, ineffectually, and leaves.
Here we see John look at Rodney as team mate and friend...
Tonight, though, he can’t stop thinking about how it would be if he could tell someone. Tell McKay. He knows McKay must be doing it, too, must’ve been curious.
Is this the need to tell b/c McKay is his friend or b/c he's suffering the same changes??? I'd argue the latter.
John’s had his dick between tits like Rodney’s, pushed them together to cover his cock while he slid back and forth. John reaches into himself, three fingers, wishing he could go deeper, rocking his fingers back and forth to make himself open, open, open. He gives in to the fantasy as he rocks against his hand: imagines slipping his cock into Rodney’s pussy, imagines Rodney’s legs up over his shoulders as he fucks in deep, imagines Rodney spread out before him, on his back, John’s hands on his ass. Rodney would groan as John’s dick pushed into him, filling him up, would get a hand down to his clit, would shudder and clench as he –
This is John fantasizing about Rodney's FEMALE body, very specifically. Maybe horndog, but I think Rodney has become permissible fantasy object not because he's a friend but because they share their affliction...
“The lesbian thing,” he repeats. “Look, I don’t know how to ask you this,” and he stops, clearly searching for the right words, a furrow working between his eyebrows. John is struck breathless: he knows this feeling. When Rodney walked into the darkness creature, just weeks after they met, John felt exactly this way. // When Rodney next opens his mouth to speak, John’s there, his mouth covering Rodney’s, his hand sliding up his leg, lips sliding, tongue pushing in in in.
And again, the first kiss is clearly framed in their mutual affliction, their male lesbianness so to speak rather than in any friendship tropes.
etc. etc.
Now, this is not to say that their friendship isn't important! But I do think that to ascribe their getting together to the friendship rather than their "straight" desires and feelings of connectedness to the one other person who understands may come more from external logic and slash tropes than the actual text...
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Date: 2007-04-11 09:21 pm (UTC)This is the first interest in the other's sexuality, not based on his friendship with Rodney but rather their shared experience...
nd the tired, vulnerable look in Rodney’s eyes, so familiar from a dozen other hopeless situations, makes John want to comfort him, to pull his soft, female body against his own, to hold him the way he had held his mom after his father died. // In the end, John just clasps his shoulder again, ineffectually, and leaves.
Here we see John look at Rodney as team mate and friend...
Tonight, though, he can’t stop thinking about how it would be if he could tell someone. Tell McKay. He knows McKay must be doing it, too, must’ve been curious.
Is this the need to tell b/c McKay is his friend or b/c he's suffering the same changes??? I'd argue the latter.
John’s had his dick between tits like Rodney’s, pushed them together to cover his cock while he slid back and forth. John reaches into himself, three fingers, wishing he could go deeper, rocking his fingers back and forth to make himself open, open, open. He gives in to the fantasy as he rocks against his hand: imagines slipping his cock into Rodney’s pussy, imagines Rodney’s legs up over his shoulders as he fucks in deep, imagines Rodney spread out before him, on his back, John’s hands on his ass. Rodney would groan as John’s dick pushed into him, filling him up, would get a hand down to his clit, would shudder and clench as he –
This is John fantasizing about Rodney's FEMALE body, very specifically. Maybe horndog, but I think Rodney has become permissible fantasy object not because he's a friend but because they share their affliction...
“The lesbian thing,” he repeats. “Look, I don’t know how to ask you this,” and he stops, clearly searching for the right words, a furrow working between his eyebrows. John is struck breathless: he knows this feeling. When Rodney walked into the darkness creature, just weeks after they met, John felt exactly this way. // When Rodney next opens his mouth to speak, John’s there, his mouth covering Rodney’s, his hand sliding up his leg, lips sliding, tongue pushing in in in.
And again, the first kiss is clearly framed in their mutual affliction, their male lesbianness so to speak rather than in any friendship tropes.
etc. etc.
Now, this is not to say that their friendship isn't important! But I do think that to ascribe their getting together to the friendship rather than their "straight" desires and feelings of connectedness to the one other person who understands may come more from external logic and slash tropes than the actual text...