Desperate Times, McShep, NC-17
Desperate Times
NC-17
McShep
Spoilers: nope
Season/Ep: any and none
PWP? I don't think I can do these without some plot. Also, First Time (cuz I love those)
Summary: The first kiss was firm, dry, a statement of intentions. He moved his hands to cradle John's face and noted with satisfaction that John had let his P-90 fall to do the same to him. The second kiss was hot and hungry and he moaned into it, tasting John and trying to memorize the very essence, wanting something to get him through the next few hours. Something to clutch to his heart in case things went terribly wrong.
Author's Note: Not beta'd because this was just something quick I wanted to jot down. I think it took me a whole half hour from the bunny's initial attack to posting. Still, a little smut first thing in the morning isn't a bad thing, is it?
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sheppard would be here any second, and he was ready. At least, he thought he was. He beat back the beginnings of a panic attack, gulping deep breaths to relax himself. This had to work, it had to.
"Rodney? What did you need, we were about ready to go..." A trace of irritation showed in John's voice.
"I uh, just had to tell you something before you left. I wish I could convince you to let someone else do this. Anyone with the gene can do it, it doesn't have to be you!"
"We've been over this! I realize that you and Elizabeth would rather it be someone else, but it's my responsibility, so I'm doing it, alright? Now, was that all?" The irritation was now in full force. Rodney wasn't about to let it stop him.
"I just... wanted to let you know something before you left. Show you something..." He moved so that he was standing in front of John, looking intently into his face.
"Can't it wait?"
"No. No, it can't." Hands on John's shoulders, he pulled him close. They had been trying to ignore this thing between them for so long, but he couldn't let John take this insane risk without taking one of his own. He covered John's mouth with his own.
The first kiss was firm, dry, a statement of intentions. He moved his hands to cradle John's face and noted with satisfaction that John had let his P-90 fall to do the same to him. The second kiss was hot and hungry and he moaned into it, tasting John and trying to memorize the very essence, wanting something to get him through the next few hours. Something to clutch to his heart in case things went terribly wrong.
As he kissed the man, he turned him, ever so slightly and began moving until he had John pressed against the console against the wall. The piece of equipment was massive, heavy and didn't even rock as Rodney pressed John forcefully against it. The kiss became even more heated, groins pressing together, rubbing. John's fingers were tangled in his hair, trying to take control of the kiss. Rodney allowed, taking all the passion in John's mouth and tucking it into his memory for later, just in case.
His own hands moved down to John's belt, releasing it and unbuttoning the BDU pants with quick, impatient jerks of his wrist. The kiss ended with a great gulp for air and they stared wide-eyed at each other.
"This is what you wanted to show me?" John tried to joke, his voice rough.
"No, we haven't gotten to that, yet. Give me a minute." Rodney sank to his knees and freed John's erection. There was no time, no time for niceties, no time for exploring and licking and nibbling, no time for anything but fast and sloppy and dirty and took it all in, as far as he could. In the back of his mind, he wished he was better at this, had more practice. He wanted to make it good, wanted to make John boneless and dazed, wanted to blow his mind. His best, amateurish as it was, would have to do.
It felt good, the heavy weight on his tongue and he sucked hard, moving his lips up and down the shaft in fast, long strokes. The smell was John, concentrated, and it smelled so good. He moaned, deep in his throat and wished madly that he could have more than this, that this one little moment was not likely to be the only one that he shared with this man. Wished for some reprieve, Elizabeth in his ear telling him, they had another solution, that they would all live another day. His left hand found John's right and he twined their fingers, thumb stroking, caressing in a gesture that was almost more intimate than what he was doing to John's cock.
He sucked harder and then had to swallow, proud on some level that he managed to do it without gagging. He looked up to see John slumping against the console, eyes closed and gasping for air. Perfect.
The click was loud in the quiet air of the lab. John jerked, tried to stand up fully and found that he couldn't. It took a second for the dazed look to leave John's eyes, for him to comprehend what it meant, and in that second, Rodney fastened the second set of cuffs around the other wrist.
John was cuffed to the console. He wasn't going to die today.
Rodney leaned in for another kiss, a last taste to carry him through, and relieved John of his earpiece at the same time. His hand lingered for a moment, fingers tracing the line of a stubbled jaw.
"Rodney! God. Don't do this!"
"So long, John."
As Rodney left the room, he commed clicked on his radio. "Elizabeth? Change of plans. I'll be going after all." He trotted down the corridor, John's hoarse, desperate yells floating after him.
A/N - Yeah, I got enough lovely comments (thanks for those, guys) that I decided it might be worth saving, so I found a title for it and put it on Wraithbait. And here I didn't think it was worth the diskspace. I edited it a mite too. Thanks for your support!
NC-17
McShep
Spoilers: nope
Season/Ep: any and none
PWP? I don't think I can do these without some plot. Also, First Time (cuz I love those)
Summary: The first kiss was firm, dry, a statement of intentions. He moved his hands to cradle John's face and noted with satisfaction that John had let his P-90 fall to do the same to him. The second kiss was hot and hungry and he moaned into it, tasting John and trying to memorize the very essence, wanting something to get him through the next few hours. Something to clutch to his heart in case things went terribly wrong.
Author's Note: Not beta'd because this was just something quick I wanted to jot down. I think it took me a whole half hour from the bunny's initial attack to posting. Still, a little smut first thing in the morning isn't a bad thing, is it?
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sheppard would be here any second, and he was ready. At least, he thought he was. He beat back the beginnings of a panic attack, gulping deep breaths to relax himself. This had to work, it had to.
"Rodney? What did you need, we were about ready to go..." A trace of irritation showed in John's voice.
"I uh, just had to tell you something before you left. I wish I could convince you to let someone else do this. Anyone with the gene can do it, it doesn't have to be you!"
"We've been over this! I realize that you and Elizabeth would rather it be someone else, but it's my responsibility, so I'm doing it, alright? Now, was that all?" The irritation was now in full force. Rodney wasn't about to let it stop him.
"I just... wanted to let you know something before you left. Show you something..." He moved so that he was standing in front of John, looking intently into his face.
"Can't it wait?"
"No. No, it can't." Hands on John's shoulders, he pulled him close. They had been trying to ignore this thing between them for so long, but he couldn't let John take this insane risk without taking one of his own. He covered John's mouth with his own.
The first kiss was firm, dry, a statement of intentions. He moved his hands to cradle John's face and noted with satisfaction that John had let his P-90 fall to do the same to him. The second kiss was hot and hungry and he moaned into it, tasting John and trying to memorize the very essence, wanting something to get him through the next few hours. Something to clutch to his heart in case things went terribly wrong.
As he kissed the man, he turned him, ever so slightly and began moving until he had John pressed against the console against the wall. The piece of equipment was massive, heavy and didn't even rock as Rodney pressed John forcefully against it. The kiss became even more heated, groins pressing together, rubbing. John's fingers were tangled in his hair, trying to take control of the kiss. Rodney allowed, taking all the passion in John's mouth and tucking it into his memory for later, just in case.
His own hands moved down to John's belt, releasing it and unbuttoning the BDU pants with quick, impatient jerks of his wrist. The kiss ended with a great gulp for air and they stared wide-eyed at each other.
"This is what you wanted to show me?" John tried to joke, his voice rough.
"No, we haven't gotten to that, yet. Give me a minute." Rodney sank to his knees and freed John's erection. There was no time, no time for niceties, no time for exploring and licking and nibbling, no time for anything but fast and sloppy and dirty and took it all in, as far as he could. In the back of his mind, he wished he was better at this, had more practice. He wanted to make it good, wanted to make John boneless and dazed, wanted to blow his mind. His best, amateurish as it was, would have to do.
It felt good, the heavy weight on his tongue and he sucked hard, moving his lips up and down the shaft in fast, long strokes. The smell was John, concentrated, and it smelled so good. He moaned, deep in his throat and wished madly that he could have more than this, that this one little moment was not likely to be the only one that he shared with this man. Wished for some reprieve, Elizabeth in his ear telling him, they had another solution, that they would all live another day. His left hand found John's right and he twined their fingers, thumb stroking, caressing in a gesture that was almost more intimate than what he was doing to John's cock.
He sucked harder and then had to swallow, proud on some level that he managed to do it without gagging. He looked up to see John slumping against the console, eyes closed and gasping for air. Perfect.
The click was loud in the quiet air of the lab. John jerked, tried to stand up fully and found that he couldn't. It took a second for the dazed look to leave John's eyes, for him to comprehend what it meant, and in that second, Rodney fastened the second set of cuffs around the other wrist.
John was cuffed to the console. He wasn't going to die today.
Rodney leaned in for another kiss, a last taste to carry him through, and relieved John of his earpiece at the same time. His hand lingered for a moment, fingers tracing the line of a stubbled jaw.
"Rodney! God. Don't do this!"
"So long, John."
As Rodney left the room, he commed clicked on his radio. "Elizabeth? Change of plans. I'll be going after all." He trotted down the corridor, John's hoarse, desperate yells floating after him.
A/N - Yeah, I got enough lovely comments (thanks for those, guys) that I decided it might be worth saving, so I found a title for it and put it on Wraithbait. And here I didn't think it was worth the diskspace. I edited it a mite too. Thanks for your support!