So Justin was reading some of my David Sedaris collection and he came across one of the short stories called
It's about how David got kicked out from his parents home when he was twenty-two because his father found out he was gay. Now, Lou Sedaris seems like a good guy from what I've read, but this little four page story is just so heartbreaking because David's normally well together mother, Sharon, actually cries when she's dropping David off at his sisters apartment. David doesn't have any idea at the time that he's getting kicked out because he's gay and thinks it's just because he's older and a bit of a loser at the time. Seriously it's probably one of my more favorite short stories. It's not very blatant, but it's still touching. David's father doens't distance himself, but it's still sad that he couldn't deal with David when he first found out his son was gay
It's a fairly sad story, at least for Mr. Sedaris who is a very funny man and makes money off of making fun of his family. Anyway he cried and then called his dad and said thank you for excepting me.
After that the Roommate told him to snap out of it and to be grateful he never got kicked out. The Roommate was having a bit of a bitter day today and I think that just my Justin sniffle harder. Ah, the joys of living with gay men.
To the storyTitle:
Atlantis at Night.Fandom:
Rodney/Lorne implied John/Carson and Elizabeth/Caldwell with Teyla, Ronon, Zelenka, Laura, Kate, and MikoPrompt:
Rodney doesn't know how to let loose. Author's Notes:
I was bored.
Rodney holds his cup of punch close to his chest and tries to look like he belongs there.
He does, in the sense that he belongs in Atlantis, but here, at a party being thrown by the marines because apparently it's some kind of holiday on Earth… Rodney isn’t so sure about that.
It isn’t even strictly a marine party. Rodney had seen a gaggle of nurses and Carson is there, with John of course. Even Dr. Biro looks like she's having more fun than Rodney was. Rodney’s staff is there as well and Elizabeth is smiling politely at everyone, laughing at everyone’s jokes and Rodney envies her social graces just a little bit.
It brings him back to junior high and all the dances his mother forced him to go to so he would appear normal, but Rodney knew he wasn’t normal. He had been smarter than they were and they’d all know it when he started in his senior year of high school and they were all freshmen.
But he’d endured, if only to get his mother to shut up about the whole thing and he’d stood against the wall with all the other socially retarded kids of the class while all the popular kids bopped their heads to the last top twenty.
It had been ridiculous and Rodney could easily blame his mother for all the hours he’d missed conducting experiments and reading the latest crap from whatever science journal that caught his eye, red pen in hand and he’d wielded it with glee.
Rodney had been to exactly two clubs in his life. One, when he was twenty and an outcast in college and no one wanted to go near him with a ten foot pole unless it were to cheat off of his homework. He’d almost liked it. Had meet a guy that seemed relatively smart until he opened his mouth and Rodney had ended up making him cry and drop out of college by the end of the night.
The last was a club in Russia, mainly because there was nothing to do and the place was stocked with the best vodka that his US dollars could buy. He had never went looking for anyone and he distinctly remembers being propositioned by a few Russian prostitutes, but other then that it was relatively calm.
Rodney had no delusions that he was a social butterfly. If anything he was the social spider. His mission: to kill the hopes and dreams and good nature of all the social butterflies out there. It was one he took on and viewed as a burden unless he made someone cry.
Then it was just funny.
“You’re not mingling.”
Rodney takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes.
“I know everyone here. What’s to mingle about?” Rodney says.
He watches as Lorne pouts at him and sighs.
“It wouldn’t kill you to try and make an effort would it?”
“John said I just had to come. He did not say I had to like it. He can shoot me if he wants to.”
“What about me? I asked you to come too and I certainly didn’t threaten to shoot you. In fact I thought my way was a lot more… persuasive.” Lorne says, leer just a little too obvious and Rodney rolls his eyes.
“You’re not drunk are you? Because you are not coming back to my place if there’s risk of you throwing up on my bed. I just got that comforter from the Daedelus.” Rodney says.
Lorne pouts at him again and Rodney resists the urge to smack him.
“How can you not be having fun? This is a party. You do know what parties are right? I mean you didn’t grow up chained to your desk with nothing to do but perfect you genius.”
“Yes that’s exactly how my childhood was. My parents chained me to the desk and only fed me table scrapes.”
“Must have perfected your sarcasm in that time as well.”
Rodney glares at him and looks beyond him. He sees John twirl Carson around on the dance floor and he see Caldwell wince at that, but Elizabeth is holding onto his arm and Rodney knows he sure as hell won’t say anything with Elizabeth around.
He’ll justify it by saying John was drunk and pointedly not think about what the Military commander and the Chief Medical doctor get up to in their off time.
“Come on. Even Dr. Zelenka’s having fun.” Lorne says.
Rodney notices that he is. Radek’s danced with at least five women, Laura Cadman and Kate Heightmeyer in there somewhere, and now he’s dancing with Miko who’s blushing and giggling at the attention.
Even Ronon, who’s pretty much doing the same thing that Rodney’s doing, has cracked a few smiles and even managed to snag a few dances with Teyla and that just made Ronon’s smile even wider.
“The least you can do is dance with me once.” Lorne says.
“I don’t dance.”
“You’re such a spoilsport, you know that. I don’t know how I ever started dating someone who’s as antisocial as you are.”
“You were blinded by my genius and the fact that I’ give excellent blow jobs.”
“Right, of course. The two most important things in the world.”
“If you wanted a trophy boyfriend, then you certainly came to the wrong person. That isn’t me. No see, you’re the trophy part of this equation. When I get my Nobel, which I so undoubtedly will after the small miracles I just performed on the irrigation system, you can stand around and say smart things, all the while looking decidedly hot while everyone else looks like they just stepped out of the 1970s.”
Lorne seems to have followed that, but one eyebrow is raised and Rodney knows that look all to well.
“It’s nice to know that you think I’m so decidedly hot enough for you to want to take me to the cool Nobel prize party with the collection of geeks. You gonna to thank me in your speech too.”
“If you never drag me to another one of these parties I’m sure you’ll get a nice long thank you about supporting my brilliance.”
“Some how I think we’re going to have to re-negotiate those terms a little.”
Rodney sighs and rubs his hand over his face. The music gets louder and Rodney thinks whoever is playing DJ has an unnatural love for bad 80’s pop. The beats are starting to get really annoying and sighs again because this has just been one lost cause after another.
“Why couldn’t we just stay in like normal people.” Rodney grumbles.
Lorne smiles and rests his hand on Rodney’s forearm because he’s smarter than John when it comes to these things. To the rest of the expedition, the gesture doesn’t look like much, but Rodney gets what it means.
“If it’s any consolation, I kind of wanted to stay in myself.” Lorne says, a little louder than he normal has his voice because the crowd of people has gotten louder do to a certain song blaring through the speakers.
Speakers that Rodney helped wire together because John had come into his lab, leaning on things that shouldn’t be leaned on and pouting ever so slightly. He’d asked Rodney nicely, charming ‘trust me, I’m awesome’ smile on his face and Rodney had flat out refused.
John proceeded to whine in what he liked to call a manly manner, but Rodney says had all the graces of a two year old. And when that hadn’t worked, John had said he could make Lorne so busy Rodney wouldn’t remember what he looked like in a few months time.
Rodney had cursed and called John evil and John had just smiled that ‘I’m awesome’ smile before pointing Rodney in the direction of the speakers.
“Really? What happened to having fun.”
“I am. I mean, it’s not very often we have anything to celebrate. And if we did have something to celebrate, it’s not like we have the time.”
“So, what, I have to be subjected to the torture of everyone living out their club days. Maybe we should have glow sticks and foam.”
“Something tells me you were never a glow sticks and foam kind of guy.”
Rodney looks a little offended and takes a sip of his forgotten punch.
“I could have been.” He grumbles.
“No offense or anything. I mean… no one here looks like glow sticks and foam people.”
Rodney’s slightly mollified by that and he leans ever so slightly into the hand that Lorne hasn’t taken away from his forearm.
“I feel like a chaperone. Watching everyone else have fun. I feel like I should be yelling at people to stand at least six inches apart.”
“Yeah, well, in Colonel Sheppard’s case I think that might be a good idea. I’m not entirely sure, but I think he had his hand down Doc Beckett’s pants earlier.” Lorne says pulling a face.
“That’s John drunk for you. Carson must be equally as drunk to allow such pawing.”
“Let it be said that Colonel Sheppard is a bold man.”
“The boldest.” Rodney says dryly.
Lorne shakes his head.
“Look, how about I make you a deal.”
“Depends on the deal.”
“Okay, so, you dance with me once. Just one little dance and I’ll go back to your quarters with you so we can be hermits.”
Rodney purses his lips, fingers resting against them and he squints at Lorne.
“Will there be sex involved with this deal?”
“What do you think?” Lorne says, eyes questioningly.
Rodney sighs. He’s sick of the party and feeling like he doesn’t belong there and what’s one dance when they can go home afterward and have sex. Sex with Lorne is always good.
“Fine. But just one dance.”
Lorne’s face lights up and he pulls Rodney close, arms wrapping around Rodney’s hips as he pulls him to the dance floor. Lorne looks over some place that Rodney can’t see over the sea of heads and suddenly the music changes.
No longer are Rodney’s ears being assaulted by terrible pop music. Instead something soft and undoubtedly sappy sounding comes through and a few people clear the designated dance floor, but even more flock to it in droves. Couples grabbing each other to slow dance and Rodney wants to hurl.
“You’re evil.” He says as he glares at Lorne, but Lorne just keeps smiling.
“Hey, you agreed to it.”
“This was before I knew you were pure evil. What did I ever do to you? I thought you liked my blow jobs. I know
you like my blow jobs. Do you ever want said blow jobs again.”
“Oh I have a feeling there’ll still be blow jobs in the morning.” Lorne says.
Rodney wants to grumble and walk away, but Lorne’s arms are wrapped around his waist and Lorne’s head is on his shoulder.
“Come on. It’s not so bad.”
“People are staring.”
“Why would you think that? Everybody’s too busy grabbing other people. No one cares.”
“I’m sure Caldwell cares.”
“Rodney, I don’t need eyes in the back of my head to tell me that Colonel Caldwell is too busy dancing with Dr. Weir to even care.”
He’s right of course. Caldwell’s looking at Elizabeth like he’s the luckiest guy in the world as she sways with him. Some where off in Rodney’s peripheral vision Carson and John are dirty dancing to a slow song which is just wrong and Teyla is trying to teach Ronon how to slow dance without stepping on her feet.
“You’re still evil.”
“Yes, well, you can punish me if you want to. Right now I’m getting as much mileage out of this one dance that I can.”
Lorne’s practically plastered to his chest and it really shouldn’t feel as good as it does. Rodney reasons that he’s really got no room to argue you he might as well enjoy himself. So if he leans in, arms wrapping tightly around Lorne’s waist and his chin almost resting on top of Lorne’s head, he has total justification for it.
“You don’t have to be the kid that stands up against the wall anymore Rodney. Everybody here likes you.” Lorne murmurs.
“I don’t know if you know this, but I’m a little socially retarded.”
Lorne snorts and Rodney can feel him laughing and it makes him scowl.
“Yeah, I know. It makes you endearing.”
“Most people would say pain in the ass.”
“I’m not most people.”
“Anyway, I’m not used to such big social settings.”
“Hmm… guess I should have eased you into the whole party scene. A few brunches, some small dinner parties. Then introduce the glow sticks and foam.”
“Ha, ha you’re so very clever.”
The sway around a bit because Rodney can’t do anything too fancy and Lorne’s not expecting him to. And when the song ends Lorne begins to pull away, another slow song playing through the speakers and Rodney pulls him close again.
“One more dance couldn’t hurt. We can still have sex.”
And if Rodney’s insides melt just a little bit and the huge smile on Lorne’s face and the way Lorne laughs at him a little for the comment, Rodney will come up with some justification for that in the morning.
Right now, he’s dancing.