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Title: Skaters and Dragon Slayers
Pairing: Joe/David SGA RPS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1300 words
Summary: David gets to play doctor.
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sylum_tru for More Joy Day! I hope this brings some joy. : )
Joe kicked the ground again, closing his eyes in order to savor the fresh air blowing through his hair. The gravel cracked and ground under the wheels of his skateboard as he rode through the lot in an unending circle. It was just a quick thirty-minute break, but he'd spent the entire moving sitting in the conference room set trying not to fidget while they tried to get the scene.
Usually he liked the longer scenes, letting him actually bite into some acting meat with his cast mates, but today Sheppard was little more than background decoration for the Carter versus McKay show. About halfway through, he actually would rather have been filming in the Jumpers, and that wasn't something he normally could say with a straight face.
"Hey Flanigan!"
Joe twisted around at the shout and ended up overbalancing so that when he hit a rock, he went flying off the skateboard and down into the ground. He did manage to get his hands up so that his knees and palms took the brunt of the shock stead of his face. For a second, he couldn't get his lungs to work to draw in a breath and his chest ached and pounded like a bass drum.
"Jesus Christ, Joe!" David panted, bending down with an audible crack of his joints to help Joe up. He bent over and started brushing dirt and loose gravel off Joe's pants. "What, did you just spontaneously go through puberty or something?"
Hissing, Joe tensed up as David's finger pushed too hard on his knees and he dropped a heavy hand on David's shoulder. He hitched up his pants with the other hand and saw that the knees were dirty, shredded and beginning to soak through with blood.
"Shit," he said blinking as fast as he could to make the moisture pull back from the corners of his eyes. "Shit."
"Sorry, Joe," David said earnestly, straightening and wrapping his arm around Joe's waist. "I just was supposed to tell you that they needed you back on set. God, wardrobe is going to kill you."
Joe grimaced as he brushed his hands together trying to get the tiny little rocks embedded in his flesh to fall away. "Yeah," he agreed, sighing and turning to snatch up his skateboard. "They probably won't let me skate anymore either."
"Wow," David cocked his head and widened his eyes, "you really are a sulky teenager aren't you? Underneath all that hair, I mean."
"And you really are an ass," Joe sighed, without any real heat behind his words. Then he cut his eyes toward David and added, "Underneath all that forehead, I mean."
David glared and settled his hands on his hips in a very McKayish pose. "All right, I probably deserved that one," he said, glaring and shaking his head. "Get your skinny ass into my trailer, and I'll bring you another pair of pants."
"Really?" Joe cocked his head to the side trying to figure out David's angle.
"Yes, yes," David said shooing Joe along with his hands. "I'll brave the big, bad wardrobe girls for you. Just remember, that makes you the princess, and me your knight in shining armor."
Joe rolled his eyes but did start toward David's trailer, which was much closer than either his or wardrobe. He turned back just before he got to the steps just in time to see David slinking along one trailer before he darted through a small opening. He was probably humming the theme to Mission Impossible in his head. Joe snorted, but smiled and said to himself, "My hero."
David jauntily hopped up the steps to his trailer, whistling the theme song to 'Doctor Who' and he smiled in smug satisfaction. Joe's extra pants were slung over his shoulder and there was no way anyone would be able to connect the missing pants to either one of them. It was a glorious day to be David Hewlett.
He opened the door and stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind him and raising his arms in victory. "All hail the conquering hero!" he shouted happily.
"Hail," came the rather less than exuberant reply from the bathroom.
Following the soft noises, David quickly made his way to the back of the trailer. "Now what kind of attitude is that for the man who risked his life to save your –" he trailed off when he finally turned the corner to find Joe sitting on the toilet with the first-aid kit open on the counter. "You're wearing them."
"What?" Joe asked, glancing up through both eyelashes and hair with a confused look on his face.
David shifted uneasily, all too aware of the sudden rush of blood straight to his groin, and gestured down at Joe. He had his pants and shoes off with Sheppard's black socks pulled halfway up his shins, and he was wearing a pair of David's brightly pattered boxers.
"Oh," Joe said, his face flushing pink like an instant sunburn as he twisted a tube of something between his fingers. "Oh, it was laundry day, and-"
"You do remember that Sheppard has the unfortunate tendency to flash the entire Pegasus Galaxy, right?" David asked, having to swallow repeatedly before he could unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth.
Joe smiled softly, "I'm being careful, David," he said and held out the package of band-aids. "You wanna give a princess a hand?"
Letting the pants fall from his fingers, David took the final two steps into the crowded room, and slowly knelt between Joe's spread knees. "What else is the hero for?" he asked softly and took the antiseptic and bandages.
He emptied half the tube onto the fingers of his left hand, and dabbed into it with his right hand so he could gently sooth it across the ugly cuts and abrasions. Joe hissed as David spread on the first of the medicine, but gradually relaxed his tensed thighs. After he'd used all the gel, David palmed the outside of Joe's hairy calf and leaned forward, blowing a gentle stream of cool air over the abused flesh.
"Oh," Joe gasped, curling his torso down and running his hands over David's shoulders.
"Shhh, just about done now," David said reaching for the box of band-aids. By the time he was done carefully covering even the tiniest of cuts, he could see the telltale rise in the front of Joe's - David's boxers.
"David," Joe whispered reaching down and palming David's face between his hands. He nudged up, and leaned down far enough to just brush his lips across David's mouth.
"Mr. Hewlett?" a voice called from outside the trailer, just before a heavy hand pounded against the outside door. "Mr. Hewlett, you're needed on set!"
David sighed and let his head drop to rest on the inside of Joe's thigh. "Shit," he breathed, trying to calm himself down. "Do you think anyone would notice if we quit?"
Joe chuckled, a deep gravelly sound that was thankfully nothing like his laugh, and stuck his hands underneath David's arms. He hauled them both to their feet and looked down at David. "Come on Beowulf," he said, and let his hand drift to the back of David's neck. "Time to go."
"Fine," David sighed, resigning himself to an awkward afternoon of trying to keep McKay sitting or standing behind consoles.
Joe jerked him back when David tried to step away, and bent his head for an actual kiss. Groaning, David let his mouth open and met Joe's tongue with a happy sigh. He wrapped his arms around Joe's waist and rubbed his thumb down the bumpy vertebrae of Joe's lower back. Joe's hand was in his hair, tugging gently and running his fingers along the tender skin behind his ears.
"You're not actually making this any easier," David whined, as Joe pulled away licking his lips.
"Yeah, I know," Joe's eyes were a crystalline green as he watched David's every move. "When we get home tonight, I'll give you the proper hero's welcome."
David groaned again at the image and beat a hasty retreat from the bathroom before he really did get them fired.
Pairing: Joe/David SGA RPS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1300 words
Summary: David gets to play doctor.
A/N: For
sylum_tru for More Joy Day! I hope this brings some joy. : )Joe kicked the ground again, closing his eyes in order to savor the fresh air blowing through his hair. The gravel cracked and ground under the wheels of his skateboard as he rode through the lot in an unending circle. It was just a quick thirty-minute break, but he'd spent the entire moving sitting in the conference room set trying not to fidget while they tried to get the scene.
Usually he liked the longer scenes, letting him actually bite into some acting meat with his cast mates, but today Sheppard was little more than background decoration for the Carter versus McKay show. About halfway through, he actually would rather have been filming in the Jumpers, and that wasn't something he normally could say with a straight face.
"Hey Flanigan!"
Joe twisted around at the shout and ended up overbalancing so that when he hit a rock, he went flying off the skateboard and down into the ground. He did manage to get his hands up so that his knees and palms took the brunt of the shock stead of his face. For a second, he couldn't get his lungs to work to draw in a breath and his chest ached and pounded like a bass drum.
"Jesus Christ, Joe!" David panted, bending down with an audible crack of his joints to help Joe up. He bent over and started brushing dirt and loose gravel off Joe's pants. "What, did you just spontaneously go through puberty or something?"
Hissing, Joe tensed up as David's finger pushed too hard on his knees and he dropped a heavy hand on David's shoulder. He hitched up his pants with the other hand and saw that the knees were dirty, shredded and beginning to soak through with blood.
"Shit," he said blinking as fast as he could to make the moisture pull back from the corners of his eyes. "Shit."
"Sorry, Joe," David said earnestly, straightening and wrapping his arm around Joe's waist. "I just was supposed to tell you that they needed you back on set. God, wardrobe is going to kill you."
Joe grimaced as he brushed his hands together trying to get the tiny little rocks embedded in his flesh to fall away. "Yeah," he agreed, sighing and turning to snatch up his skateboard. "They probably won't let me skate anymore either."
"Wow," David cocked his head and widened his eyes, "you really are a sulky teenager aren't you? Underneath all that hair, I mean."
"And you really are an ass," Joe sighed, without any real heat behind his words. Then he cut his eyes toward David and added, "Underneath all that forehead, I mean."
David glared and settled his hands on his hips in a very McKayish pose. "All right, I probably deserved that one," he said, glaring and shaking his head. "Get your skinny ass into my trailer, and I'll bring you another pair of pants."
"Really?" Joe cocked his head to the side trying to figure out David's angle.
"Yes, yes," David said shooing Joe along with his hands. "I'll brave the big, bad wardrobe girls for you. Just remember, that makes you the princess, and me your knight in shining armor."
Joe rolled his eyes but did start toward David's trailer, which was much closer than either his or wardrobe. He turned back just before he got to the steps just in time to see David slinking along one trailer before he darted through a small opening. He was probably humming the theme to Mission Impossible in his head. Joe snorted, but smiled and said to himself, "My hero."
David jauntily hopped up the steps to his trailer, whistling the theme song to 'Doctor Who' and he smiled in smug satisfaction. Joe's extra pants were slung over his shoulder and there was no way anyone would be able to connect the missing pants to either one of them. It was a glorious day to be David Hewlett.
He opened the door and stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind him and raising his arms in victory. "All hail the conquering hero!" he shouted happily.
"Hail," came the rather less than exuberant reply from the bathroom.
Following the soft noises, David quickly made his way to the back of the trailer. "Now what kind of attitude is that for the man who risked his life to save your –" he trailed off when he finally turned the corner to find Joe sitting on the toilet with the first-aid kit open on the counter. "You're wearing them."
"What?" Joe asked, glancing up through both eyelashes and hair with a confused look on his face.
David shifted uneasily, all too aware of the sudden rush of blood straight to his groin, and gestured down at Joe. He had his pants and shoes off with Sheppard's black socks pulled halfway up his shins, and he was wearing a pair of David's brightly pattered boxers.
"Oh," Joe said, his face flushing pink like an instant sunburn as he twisted a tube of something between his fingers. "Oh, it was laundry day, and-"
"You do remember that Sheppard has the unfortunate tendency to flash the entire Pegasus Galaxy, right?" David asked, having to swallow repeatedly before he could unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth.
Joe smiled softly, "I'm being careful, David," he said and held out the package of band-aids. "You wanna give a princess a hand?"
Letting the pants fall from his fingers, David took the final two steps into the crowded room, and slowly knelt between Joe's spread knees. "What else is the hero for?" he asked softly and took the antiseptic and bandages.
He emptied half the tube onto the fingers of his left hand, and dabbed into it with his right hand so he could gently sooth it across the ugly cuts and abrasions. Joe hissed as David spread on the first of the medicine, but gradually relaxed his tensed thighs. After he'd used all the gel, David palmed the outside of Joe's hairy calf and leaned forward, blowing a gentle stream of cool air over the abused flesh.
"Oh," Joe gasped, curling his torso down and running his hands over David's shoulders.
"Shhh, just about done now," David said reaching for the box of band-aids. By the time he was done carefully covering even the tiniest of cuts, he could see the telltale rise in the front of Joe's - David's boxers.
"David," Joe whispered reaching down and palming David's face between his hands. He nudged up, and leaned down far enough to just brush his lips across David's mouth.
"Mr. Hewlett?" a voice called from outside the trailer, just before a heavy hand pounded against the outside door. "Mr. Hewlett, you're needed on set!"
David sighed and let his head drop to rest on the inside of Joe's thigh. "Shit," he breathed, trying to calm himself down. "Do you think anyone would notice if we quit?"
Joe chuckled, a deep gravelly sound that was thankfully nothing like his laugh, and stuck his hands underneath David's arms. He hauled them both to their feet and looked down at David. "Come on Beowulf," he said, and let his hand drift to the back of David's neck. "Time to go."
"Fine," David sighed, resigning himself to an awkward afternoon of trying to keep McKay sitting or standing behind consoles.
Joe jerked him back when David tried to step away, and bent his head for an actual kiss. Groaning, David let his mouth open and met Joe's tongue with a happy sigh. He wrapped his arms around Joe's waist and rubbed his thumb down the bumpy vertebrae of Joe's lower back. Joe's hand was in his hair, tugging gently and running his fingers along the tender skin behind his ears.
"You're not actually making this any easier," David whined, as Joe pulled away licking his lips.
"Yeah, I know," Joe's eyes were a crystalline green as he watched David's every move. "When we get home tonight, I'll give you the proper hero's welcome."
David groaned again at the image and beat a hasty retreat from the bathroom before he really did get them fired.
