Categories: Double drabble, friendship, pre-slash
Summary: Rodney's utterly distracted by Carson... (who wouldn't?)
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 069 tease
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Paul McCartney's 1989's album "Flowers in the dirt" is such an inspiring piece of work, I'm contemplating writing a piece of McBeck fic for every song... This is just a warm-up bit, written on a lazy Sunday morning, so bear with me. *g*
Distractions - like butterflies they're buzzing 'round my head
When I'm alone, I think of you
And the life we'd lead if only we could be free
from these distractions
Paul McCartney, "Distractions" (Flowers in the dirt, 1998)
Carson's driving him crazy the way he's sitting on the other side of the desk. Elbows propped up on the cool, glossy surface, giving him this benevolent smile. Rodney's utterly distracted and can't focus on anything Elizabeth says. All he sees are Carson's lips. He knows the curl of these lips by heart. He can't count how many sleepless nights he imagined feeling these lips on his skin. He blushes as their eyes meet. Carson holds his gaze, flicking his tongue over his lower lip, slowly and teasingly and Rodney closes his eyes, suppressing a whimper. Carson's really killing him.
Staffmeetings are boring and Rodney's more distracted than usual. His adam's apple's bobbing and he's nervously shifting on his chair. As Carson wets his lips with a deliberate gaze at his friend, Rodney's fingers slip under the collar of his shirt, trying to loosen it. Carson can't help thinking that it's so Freudian. He's sure it's not going to take much more. Since that incident with the Wraithdart they are dancing around each other, not getting anywhere. He got a taste of what it could be like and he wants more. And all he needs is a little more patience.