SGA fic: Viva Voce, McShep, for Mature Audiences

Feb 08, 2008 10:30

Title: Viva Voce
Author: Beadattitude
Pairing: McShep
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
A/N: For yin_again and shrewreader, both of whom have laryngitis, bless their hearts. In lieu of soothing tea and soup, please accept this small bit of ficcage, which wanted to be a PWP, but ended when it ended. Feel free, ladies, to free associate the ending.

Summary: Rodney loses his voice but keeps talking.

Unbeta'd

Teaser:
Part of him felt bad for the guy, but part of him? More Rodney sex-voice, please.

He remained seated after staff, scribbling nonsense in a calm and professional manner on his pad as everyone else filed out.

"You coming?" Rodney rasped.

"Um," John cleared his throat, not looking at Rodney. "In a minute."

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When the simple cold began to steal his voice, Rodney was furious, which was always fun to watch. Even more frantically flying hands, flashing eyes, and the unexpectedly sexy rasp of venomous invective.

Granted, it wasn't that unexpectedly sexy, because John had heard a version of that voice on a couple of occasions in the privacy of their quarters during certain private circumstances. Rodney's cold made his voice deeper, scratchy and more resonant. It was hotter than it had any right for germ-laden breath pushing through vocal cords to be. To listen to him right there next to him, forcing himself to speak on and on during senior staff had John squirming in the best and worst possible ways.

Part of him felt bad for the guy, but part of him? More Rodney sex-voice, please.

He remained seated after staff, scribbling nonsense in a calm and professional manner on his pad as everyone else filed out.

"You coming?" Rodney rasped.

"Um" John cleared his throat, not looking at Rodney. "In a minute."

Rodney bent over and peered at his doodlings. “What? That’s not even….” He leaned closer and reached right into John’s lap, his big warm hand closing over John and taking him from half-hard to “sure, now? Why not?” John gasped, wanting to arch up into that touch.

"Oh my god," Rodney whisper-snapped. "Do not tell me that this voice turns you on. I'm sick, you pervert."

John bit his lower lip and tried to look as sympathetic as possible.

Rodney, face even more flushed than before, cupped John more firmly, causing him to jump a little and stifle a noise in the back of his throat.

“What’s next on your agenda for today?” he hissed.

“Huh?”

“What do you have next? Appointments? Ass-kickings? Scheduled loitering in doorways?” He squeezed slowly and John couldn't help the noise that slipped out.

“P-paperwork until after lunch.” John started to panic a little. Rodney had been standing bent over him for a long time, now. He wondered what it might look like from outside the doors of the briefing room.

Rodney shifted, blocking John’s view of the doorway even further and squeezed again. “Pay attention.”

John’s eyes snapped back to Rodney’s.

“Why?” Rodney said, a little waver of uncertainty in his eyebrows.

Swallowing hard, John forced himself to look steadily at him and admit, “You sound like you do when you’re really…when we’re together.”

The effort was worth the fire in Rodney’s eyes as John’s words settled in. Stroking him through his pants, he whispered. “You will go to your quarters. You will strip naked and wait for me. When I get there I will talk to you and you will touch yourself for me until you come. I don’t have the energy for anything fancy.”

“Anything fancy,” John echoed, staring wide-eyed at Rodney.

“Oh,” Rodney said airily, slowly standing up. “I think we can devote some time to exploring certain interesting developments. Like your response to sound. And vocal stimuli.”

“If you told me to come right now, I probably would.” John’s own voice had a low, hungry rasp to it.

Swaying slightly, Rodney grabbed the back of the nearest chair. “Oh, wow,” he breathed, blinking. When he recovered, he glared fondly at John. “Little warning?” he snapped.

“Looks like it might work both ways,” John purred, pleased.

“Possibly, possibly,” Rodney said diffidently, fussing with his jacket. “I’m leaving now. I expect to see you in your quarters in no more than fifteen minutes.”

“Make it ten,” John replied darkly.

Rodney nodded, smiled an evil, sexy smile and whispered, “Even better.”

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ETA: The charming misskatieleigh wrote comment porn in the, well, comments. You should also skedaddle over to her LJ and read her fic. There may not be a great quantity, but laws, laws, the quality. Mmm -mmm-mm.

fic, mckay/sheppard

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