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The Hotline by Layton Colt (R)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
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laytoncolt
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nixa_jane
Why this must be read: Continuing in the vein of funny stories, this one is hilarious. The author's summary says: "They kept running these corny little phone sex infomercials that had seemed really pathetic and funny at one o'clock, and somehow had morphed into 'good idea' by three." We've all been there, but when you're Rodney McKay, you actually find yourself calling 1-877-HOTGUYZZ and freaking out when you realize what you've done. Luckily, John Sheppard answers the phone and wackiness ensues. It's crack!fic of the bestest kind because the voices are spot-on, the banter is funny, and if you need more convincing ... imagine John Sheppard as a reluctant phone sex worker. I rest my case.
"Hey there, hot stuff, what can I do for you tonight?"
Rodney winced. The voice was incredibly sexy, but probably really some aging pot-bellied drug addict. "Oh god, I can't believe I've become this desperate," he snapped. He'd actually picked up the phone, sat there, and dialed 1-877-HOTGUYZZ.
Colorado Springs was killing him slowly. His only choices for companionship were his admittedly kind of smart, but extremely dull colleagues and the mindless military grunts. He'd been watching some late night TV because he was on enforced leave after passing out in the lab from lack of sleep, and they kept running these corny little phone sex infomercials that had seemed really pathetic and funny at one o'clock, and somehow had morphed into 'good idea' by three.
He was pulled out of his self-loathing by a snort at the other end of the line. "Hey, you want desperate, try working here," he said, and the sexy, sulky voice was now a slow, amused drawl.
Rodney thought about that. "Okay," he said. "You win."
Laughter filtered through the phone and Rodney smiled reluctantly, because it was a really nice laugh, and hell, he'd sunk as low as he was going already. "I've got a list of transcripts here to read from," he said. "What are you in the mood for?"
"Are you serious?" Rodney asked. "Are you supposed to tell people its all fake?"
Read the Story / Feedback the Author: The Hotline
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Author on LJ:
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nixa_janeWhy this must be read: Continuing in the vein of funny stories, this one is hilarious. The author's summary says: "They kept running these corny little phone sex infomercials that had seemed really pathetic and funny at one o'clock, and somehow had morphed into 'good idea' by three." We've all been there, but when you're Rodney McKay, you actually find yourself calling 1-877-HOTGUYZZ and freaking out when you realize what you've done. Luckily, John Sheppard answers the phone and wackiness ensues. It's crack!fic of the bestest kind because the voices are spot-on, the banter is funny, and if you need more convincing ... imagine John Sheppard as a reluctant phone sex worker. I rest my case.
"Hey there, hot stuff, what can I do for you tonight?"
Rodney winced. The voice was incredibly sexy, but probably really some aging pot-bellied drug addict. "Oh god, I can't believe I've become this desperate," he snapped. He'd actually picked up the phone, sat there, and dialed 1-877-HOTGUYZZ.
Colorado Springs was killing him slowly. His only choices for companionship were his admittedly kind of smart, but extremely dull colleagues and the mindless military grunts. He'd been watching some late night TV because he was on enforced leave after passing out in the lab from lack of sleep, and they kept running these corny little phone sex infomercials that had seemed really pathetic and funny at one o'clock, and somehow had morphed into 'good idea' by three.
He was pulled out of his self-loathing by a snort at the other end of the line. "Hey, you want desperate, try working here," he said, and the sexy, sulky voice was now a slow, amused drawl.
Rodney thought about that. "Okay," he said. "You win."
Laughter filtered through the phone and Rodney smiled reluctantly, because it was a really nice laugh, and hell, he'd sunk as low as he was going already. "I've got a list of transcripts here to read from," he said. "What are you in the mood for?"
"Are you serious?" Rodney asked. "Are you supposed to tell people its all fake?"
Read the Story / Feedback the Author: The Hotline
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