Okay, this?

This?



Serves absolutely no purpose except to make me stupid.

And this post serves no purpose except to tell you that.

ETA: And lest we forget...

( those Winchester boys )

This cannot continue. It cannot.

ETA2: And hey, the comments are officially NC17 now. Woo hoo!

ETA3: Woefully delayed because of busyness, but syntaxe has written some very nice man-bracelet-fastening comment!fic that you all should read right now.

ETA4: And one more from ifylla, in which the bracelet keeps count.

.2-second gratuitous McKay/Sheppard ficlet

This doesn't even have a title because I wrote it in two seconds, under the combined influence of foxxcub (whose very brilliant idea provided the seed for this) and sheafrotherdon who wanted to see more on a related topic RIGHT NOW.

Involves beach volleyball, mostly as an excuse to get John's shirt off in the sunlight.

( John's tan is everywhere, running down his chest and stomach to where the cutoffs ride precariously on his hips, and Rodney's willing to bet it keeps going, too. )

Now with off-the-cuff comment!fic. What happens on the way back to the jumper.