"The Bold and the Fortunate" by Krissy Mae Anderson
Pairing: McShep
Summary: Rodney finds out something interesting about John.
Rating:T
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: If they were mine, there would be a McShep pr0n channel!
A/N: Blame the atlantis slash-ers! neridowell answered a drabble request from llewellynprince, and then severusslave commented on it and I just had to write this! Also, I've gotta thank neth dugan and darkmoon711 for being my advisors on this fic. :-)
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh," Rodney McKay said to the pile of covers.
"Fuck you," the covers answered in John Sheppard's voice, sounding quite affronted.
"Well, how was I to know you have a-"
"Common sense?" John interrupted, partially emerging from under the covers and glaring at Rodney. "Jeez, McKay, didn't anyone tell you that laughing at people when you first see them naked is not the best technique if you want to get laid?"
"Well, most people don't usually have-"
"Still, it should be common knowledge, at least. How would you feel if you dropped your pants and I began laughing my ass off? Way to not boost a guy's self-esteem, you know?"
Rodney looked down at John, who was still mostly concealed by the covers, and sighed. Who would have known that the Major would be so sensitive? And speaking of asses...
"Okay, I am sorry, once again, that I laughed. It was not directed at any part of your body, and in fact, all of them are quite delightful without clothes on. And as I was saying before you interrupted me, most people don't have the Air Force emblem tattooed on their ass."
John moaned and retreated under the covers again. "I should've gotten the fucking thing removed the day after I got it."
"See, now I am intrigued," Rodney said. "There must be an interesting back story to all this, unless it's your way of showing loyalty to your branch of the USAF. And what did it say under the wings? You dove under the covers so fast that I could only make 'Fortune' out." The covers remained silent. Rodney began to pace, thinking of possible interpretations. "Worth a fortune? Fortune coo-" Rodney was once again rudely interrupted, this time by a well-aimed pillow. He turned around and stopped thinking for a moment - tattoo or no tattoo, John's ass was certainly a thing of beauty.
"Fortuna," John said, looking up at him. "Audentes Fortuna Juvat." Rodney didn't really care what it said anymore, and his pants soon hit the floor. Still, if he understood it correctly... As he got a closer look at the words Rodney allowed himself one final question.
"So why do you have a quote from Virgil-" he began and was once more interrupted by John, but this time it was a pleasant interruption, and man, John did have a talented tongue, and hands, and everything else...
"It's the motto of the 366th Wing - Mountain Home AFB was my first base out of OTS. So when I woke up under my bunk one morning and found wings and Latin writing on my ass, I left 'em there, because it's a good motto to live by. Don't you agree?" John said, and did a thing with his tongue that made Rodney's toes curl. A bit later that evening, when Rodney had another pleasurable close-up of the tattoo, he thought that yes, fortune favors the bold indeed.