they don't talk about it | .5k, t, multi
in which john is working on asking for what he needs.
teyla: pinned | ronon: calculated | rodney: empty | john: closer
+ Teyla
The windows of the gym cast the room in a soft orange glow. Teyla watches the way the light dances over John’s skin, the way it catches in the sweat beading on his throat when he swallows, mesmerized by the way he shivers when she presses harder with her bantos.
“Teyla,” John says, pressing his head back against her thigh where she has him pinned. “Please.”
It takes a moment to register, her brain syrup-slow. She leans down and kisses him, his sigh just as soft as the light blanketing the room.
She’s never heard him ask for anything before.
+ Ronon
“It’s our day off,” Sheppard says from Ronon’s bed. “Relax.”
“I’m not good at that.” Maybe he used to be, but he isn’t that man anymore.
Sheppard sighs, leaning back against the pillows. “Well, consider it an order.”
There’s something calculated in that, in the way Sheppard’s sprawled out across his bed, one knee drawn up—the way he’s not quite looking at Ronon.
“Is that why you’re here?” Ronon asks, careful as he rests a hand on Sheppard’s knee, presses it down, open. “You need help relaxing?”
Sheppard smirks, something sharp and challenging. “See? I knew you’d get it.”
+ Rodney
“What time is it?” John asks when Rodney gets up.
“Late.” Rodney barely glances at his watch as he searches for his clothes in the dark. John asks him questions all the time—stupid, nagging, ridiculous questions that throw Rodney off just as often as they snap him out of a panic. He really can’t be blamed for not getting it at first.
“Late,” John repeats, somewhere between groggy and sarcastic. His hand curls into the empty space Rodney’s left on the bed, twisting into the sheets.
Sinking back into bed, Rodney says, “You could just ask me to stay.”
+ John
No one says anything. Not directly. They don’t have to.
Sometimes Teyla’s fingers brush over Ronon’s neck or tangle with Rodney’s. Sometimes John finds Rodney’s shirt in Ronon’s bed, or one of his pens in Teyla’s quarters. Sometimes Ronon says things like Teyla really wore me out this morning or murmurs in John’s ear, Bet you love it when McKay does that.
They don’t talk about it. Of course they don’t.
It’s under John’s skin—an itch he can’t scratch. He wants to hold Teyla close, and Ronon too. He wants to pull on Rodney’s lost shirt and wear it all day when he finds it. He wants to say, Yeah, she wore me out, too. And Rodney last night. Everything is there on the tip of his tongue, and every day John’s closer to saying it.
But they don’t talk about it, and that’s John’s fault the same as it’s his responsibility to fix it.
He won’t make it an order and he can’t badger Rodney into doing it for him. He doesn’t know how to ask or which words to use, because—
“I know we don’t talk about it,” John says, finally, because it’s time for a change.
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Team Green is so funny bc you have these people who have just straight up adopted medieval moral codes for some reason.
“Rhaenyra is unfit to rule, she had bastards and is passing them off as legitimate!!” You are an actual 21st century human being, bffr right now.
“Male primogeniture is tradition in Westeros and the king should not be able to override tradition.” Words spoken in the year of the Barbie Movie 2023.
I feel like if you genuinely think Aegon should be king over Rhaenyra, you either are unable to understand that you can like evil characters and so feel the need to justify everything they do, or you’re just a misogynist.
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