sga slash link: not really a rec (a moot point, since it's incomplete)

[cimorene]

sugar and chi expressed desires to read this partially-completed sheppard/mckay fic i was talking about over some excellent fried rice this evening.

note 1:  it's only 4/5 completed.
note 2:  in this story, aliens use a weird drug and a combination of psychological and physical conditioning to make rodney feel a physical imperative to please sheppard.  and also a craving for his touch.  and a headache if he thinks sheppard is displeased.  you get the idea. 

it's called "truth" and is by burntsmore.  parts 1-2; parts 3-4. 

Rodney pulled back and rasped, “Tell me to stop. Tell me to leave. Tell me to--”

“Shut up.” John kissed him this time, fingers twisted in Rodney’s hair as he held his head and sucked on his lower lip because Rodney’s jaws were clenched shut. “Open,” he growled.

Comments

[anglepoiselamp.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the links. I love that story maybe more than is healthy, really. I think I could read a 500 page epic in the same vein...


PS. What do you guys think, should we all go together to Emma's party? So we can, like, give her He-Who-Was-Too-Enthusiastically-Named together?

[morningfine]

He's just Stevebob now, though.

[anglepoiselamp.livejournal.com]

You're awake, dude. And, like, after you guys already did so many things in one day that you're making me feel terminally inadequate. O_O

[morningfine]

See, I just got home. Checking the flist before hitting the sack. Mmm. Brian and Justin. /random

[anglepoiselamp.livejournal.com]

Who and who? Man, 5 AM is the most confusing time of the day.

Oh, and I reallyreallyreally hate you guys. So much. :P
*does the Cartman voice*

[morningfine]

Brian! Brianbrianbrian! QAF US. That you hate with a passion. Man, four songvids and two episodes, and I'm so in love it's not funny.

We didn't really do anything. Wax potted plants. Then we, y'know, hung around on the computer. Pics and icons and stuff. More boob talk. Made Wax spit tea over the not-balcony-but-you-know-what-I-mean railing. Proudest moment of my life I tell you.

[anglepoiselamp.livejournal.com]

That's too weird. How long can one actually discuss boobs [unless one is a 14-year old boy]? I mean, they're just... boobs. End of story. :D

You made Wax spit tea?? Did you say something funny or were you having a spitting contest? O_Õ

[cimness.livejournal.com]

well, that might make sense. going together i mean.