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This is my first slash outside of the Green Day fandom. Not sure If I'm going to post it mckay_sheppard yet, but I'll test it out here.
Title: Little Black Wings
Author: Erin/ blowjobsalways
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: R or Adult (is it true you can’t say “NC-17” anymore?). Is there such thing as mature fluff?
Warning/ Notes: This is my first Stargate Atlantis slash. The only other slash I’ve done is Green Day (who pretty much slash themselves).
This was originaly two drabbles I put together because neither of them really fit. The first bit I was going to scrap because it's a bit out of character, but... there's sex! so I didn't.
Please keep in mind that I wrote this right after I watched Trinity (which was late on my clock), with the NEED for make up sex taking over every other function- if you can call this make up sex…
Not even when he’d pissed off Sam Carter, given up on Teal’c and been booted from the SGC, did Rodney feel so alone; like his own skin had been ripped off of him. Even then, there had at least been someone still on his side- even if some days, it was just his cat. He figured that kind of assurance was what enabled him to go shit-faced in the first place.
But on Atlantis, all you get are your colleagues- there’s no friends, no family, and most importantly, no cats- and at the same time, there is. Actually, even more importantly, there’s no John Sheppard- not this time. Almost every little incident, be it spilling coffee on Radek, or flinging that elastic band so hard that it jerked the Ancient sprinklers and screwed up the unsaved work on everyone’s laptop, John was there to remind him that someone was always there to laugh at him, and to not be mad.
But now he was so alone it hurt. He stared at his computer screen, wrapping his arms around himself.
“Rodney…”
McKay looked up from an idle game of minesweeper and sat up on the mattress. The Colonel was leaning on the doorframe with that lustre in his eyes.
“C- come in sir,” he forced out. He was still pathetically watery from the last encounter. The one in which he’d finally put his heart out only to have his will and determination mocked, followed by the ancient doors swooshing in his face. It broke him enough that he was actually saying ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’. Sheppard was better than him- it felt like everyone was.
The springs dipped and he felt a warm thigh greet his own. And of all the things he’d expected John, his friend to do, it was not wrap and arm around a drooping shoulder and pull him close. Of all the things, hug your scientist without a word?
John brought the other arm over the other’s front and let Rodney’s head push to his chest. Rodney swore he heard a very quiet “you’re ok- I’m here…”
Feeling his self-restraint snap in two, Rodney crawled into the embrace and clung to Sheppard’s stomach. It’s just so much easier to be vulnerable.
“Colonel, I- I…” he stopped to breath then leaned higher to rest his cheek on the crook of the stronger man’s neck. Sheppard’s finger brushed gently for McKay to sit up, but he didn’t move. John’s neck… oh god…
“Rodney, look at me.”
Of course sir. McKay released his grasp at the drop of Sheppard’s arms. He sat up and eventually made eye contact. Holding it was a different story.
“I said look at me Rodney.”
It was that voice John seemed to be born with- commanding- but however gentle he wanted it to be. And Rodney was in love with it, in love with his best friend. So he looked up.
And he was captured. First by a strong arm securing his waist, and then by a gun-weary hand on his cheek, to be utterly finished off by a groan over his face. John paused to look at the newly acquired McKay in his arms. Then he kissed him, and held him and opened his mouth and did something wonderful to Rodney’s brain.
When it was over, Rodney opened his eyes, opened the lids that had closed without his knowing, because either way, he swore he saw stars.
“John… we tried it once. Before Chaya-”
“And the friendship was great. But back then you were mine and I loved every god damn second Rodney. Today, it was looking like you couldn’t take it anymore and frankly, I don’t know how anyone could.”
As usual, Rodney’s mind filled with ten different things he could say to that. ‘Don’t flatter yourself’ and ‘I’ve missed you, but you’re an ass’ were the top choices. But he swallowed them back down, because he needed more than anything not to have a choice.
“Are you going to make me yours again?”
John didn’t smile like Rodney wanted him to.
“Alright Rodney, look. I’m still mad. But I need you, and I love you so much- and I hate you for it. I hate you for me taking you back, needing you like this. Do you understand that?”
“Of course I understand that,” Rodney snapped, but bit his lip to keep from snarking any more. “Right now, you’re spot on about not taking anymore. Hell it could be hate sex if you wanted- I’ll just use my imagination.”
John still didn’t smile, but guided the shirt off Rodney’s head. As he tore off his own, he whispered, “And what will you imagine?”
Pants were next, and when both were naked and glowing, Rodney got onto his knees and answered. “That you still love me.”
John moved behind him, then bent his head low.
“Well, you’re an idiot.”
His fingernails dug into Rodney ass, parting the flesh. John pressed his lips to Rodney’s entrance, and then teased his tongue inside.
Rodney stopped holding his breath. He clung to the headboard for support. John was doing his ‘I’m gonna turn you into "Rodney goo"’ routine, so that all McKay could do (and was allowed to do) was nod and moan.
“You really fucked up Rodney,” he pulled away to whisper, only to dive back in and lick playfully around the ring of muscle.
“I know,” Rodney gasped, voice cracking, breath hitching. John straightened up behind him and pressed his front to Rodney. McKay became painfully aware of the hard member against his thigh.
“I’m still gonna fuck you Rodney. I still need to have my cock inside you. I still need to hear you scream, and break and gasp, and every fucking thing that you do- and sometimes I hate you for it. So pass me the lube.”
Rodney bent over to fetch the small bottle from the bedside drawer, and for a second, shook with the fear that John would just slam into him right then as punishment. He sat up hastily and handed the bottle back to him. He needed to stop thinking like that right now. If he didn’t trust John, John was never going to ever trust him.
“Good.”
Rodney waited anxiously and tried to get lost in the things swirling above his head. It made him dizzy, helpless, and that’s how he liked to feel with John. The wet sounds of John slicking his prick seemed to screw up his voice, and the next thing he knew, he was telling John, “I trust you.”
From what Rodney could feel, John still didn’t smile. The taller man held the scientist’s hips firmly, and slid in with a deep groan.
“No more sentences Rodney…”
And with that, John began to move. He broke Rodney in a matter of seconds, and toyed his hands on the thick, neglected cock of his lover.
The rest was lost.
John had a dream that night, after falling asleep to tingly breezes, post orgasmic smells and Rodney’s breathing. He dreamt everyone died after all- that the shockwave of outlawed space-time reached the Pegasus galaxy and fried everyone in the city as well. And they arrived in heaven, and John had never gotten around to picturing it in a more mature way; so it was an Earth made of cloud, with beds and chairs of fluff, and people walking around like normal, but with a white wingspan twice their height.
The people of Atlantis were too new and scared to seek out lost loved ones, so they grouped together and chatted, and laughed and had cloud-fluff fights. And John fit in perfectly until he noticed something dark sitting on a lump of white all alone. Because Rodney had been cast out. Because Rodney was the only one there with black wings.
John went to him and sat down, and took him into his arms. The black wings were smaller than everyone else’s, but still covered from his neck to his thigh when folded down.They fit perfectly when John curved his own around the front and engulfed both of them. So perfectly, that he wondered if that's what they were for. He rubbed his wing tips against Rodney’s feathers, because in heaven, having your wings touched feels as good as a back massage, just without the pressure.
Rodney whimpered and groaned and looked up. And he gently pushed his own little black wings back up against John’s.
John smiled at them. He loved them almost as much as he loved Rodney.
End
Additional Notes (which I didn’t want to put at the top because it would spoil some things): The last little bit was inspired and is basically based on and dream I had.
Edit: Ahh! I just reread it... grr I don't like it anymore but oh well.
This is my first slash outside of the Green Day fandom. Not sure If I'm going to post it mckay_sheppard yet, but I'll test it out here.
Title: Little Black Wings
Author: Erin/ blowjobsalways
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: R or Adult (is it true you can’t say “NC-17” anymore?). Is there such thing as mature fluff?
Warning/ Notes: This is my first Stargate Atlantis slash. The only other slash I’ve done is Green Day (who pretty much slash themselves).
This was originaly two drabbles I put together because neither of them really fit. The first bit I was going to scrap because it's a bit out of character, but... there's sex! so I didn't.
Please keep in mind that I wrote this right after I watched Trinity (which was late on my clock), with the NEED for make up sex taking over every other function- if you can call this make up sex…
Not even when he’d pissed off Sam Carter, given up on Teal’c and been booted from the SGC, did Rodney feel so alone; like his own skin had been ripped off of him. Even then, there had at least been someone still on his side- even if some days, it was just his cat. He figured that kind of assurance was what enabled him to go shit-faced in the first place.
But on Atlantis, all you get are your colleagues- there’s no friends, no family, and most importantly, no cats- and at the same time, there is. Actually, even more importantly, there’s no John Sheppard- not this time. Almost every little incident, be it spilling coffee on Radek, or flinging that elastic band so hard that it jerked the Ancient sprinklers and screwed up the unsaved work on everyone’s laptop, John was there to remind him that someone was always there to laugh at him, and to not be mad.
But now he was so alone it hurt. He stared at his computer screen, wrapping his arms around himself.
“Rodney…”
McKay looked up from an idle game of minesweeper and sat up on the mattress. The Colonel was leaning on the doorframe with that lustre in his eyes.
“C- come in sir,” he forced out. He was still pathetically watery from the last encounter. The one in which he’d finally put his heart out only to have his will and determination mocked, followed by the ancient doors swooshing in his face. It broke him enough that he was actually saying ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’. Sheppard was better than him- it felt like everyone was.
The springs dipped and he felt a warm thigh greet his own. And of all the things he’d expected John, his friend to do, it was not wrap and arm around a drooping shoulder and pull him close. Of all the things, hug your scientist without a word?
John brought the other arm over the other’s front and let Rodney’s head push to his chest. Rodney swore he heard a very quiet “you’re ok- I’m here…”
Feeling his self-restraint snap in two, Rodney crawled into the embrace and clung to Sheppard’s stomach. It’s just so much easier to be vulnerable.
“Colonel, I- I…” he stopped to breath then leaned higher to rest his cheek on the crook of the stronger man’s neck. Sheppard’s finger brushed gently for McKay to sit up, but he didn’t move. John’s neck… oh god…
“Rodney, look at me.”
Of course sir. McKay released his grasp at the drop of Sheppard’s arms. He sat up and eventually made eye contact. Holding it was a different story.
“I said look at me Rodney.”
It was that voice John seemed to be born with- commanding- but however gentle he wanted it to be. And Rodney was in love with it, in love with his best friend. So he looked up.
And he was captured. First by a strong arm securing his waist, and then by a gun-weary hand on his cheek, to be utterly finished off by a groan over his face. John paused to look at the newly acquired McKay in his arms. Then he kissed him, and held him and opened his mouth and did something wonderful to Rodney’s brain.
When it was over, Rodney opened his eyes, opened the lids that had closed without his knowing, because either way, he swore he saw stars.
“John… we tried it once. Before Chaya-”
“And the friendship was great. But back then you were mine and I loved every god damn second Rodney. Today, it was looking like you couldn’t take it anymore and frankly, I don’t know how anyone could.”
As usual, Rodney’s mind filled with ten different things he could say to that. ‘Don’t flatter yourself’ and ‘I’ve missed you, but you’re an ass’ were the top choices. But he swallowed them back down, because he needed more than anything not to have a choice.
“Are you going to make me yours again?”
John didn’t smile like Rodney wanted him to.
“Alright Rodney, look. I’m still mad. But I need you, and I love you so much- and I hate you for it. I hate you for me taking you back, needing you like this. Do you understand that?”
“Of course I understand that,” Rodney snapped, but bit his lip to keep from snarking any more. “Right now, you’re spot on about not taking anymore. Hell it could be hate sex if you wanted- I’ll just use my imagination.”
John still didn’t smile, but guided the shirt off Rodney’s head. As he tore off his own, he whispered, “And what will you imagine?”
Pants were next, and when both were naked and glowing, Rodney got onto his knees and answered. “That you still love me.”
John moved behind him, then bent his head low.
“Well, you’re an idiot.”
His fingernails dug into Rodney ass, parting the flesh. John pressed his lips to Rodney’s entrance, and then teased his tongue inside.
Rodney stopped holding his breath. He clung to the headboard for support. John was doing his ‘I’m gonna turn you into "Rodney goo"’ routine, so that all McKay could do (and was allowed to do) was nod and moan.
“You really fucked up Rodney,” he pulled away to whisper, only to dive back in and lick playfully around the ring of muscle.
“I know,” Rodney gasped, voice cracking, breath hitching. John straightened up behind him and pressed his front to Rodney. McKay became painfully aware of the hard member against his thigh.
“I’m still gonna fuck you Rodney. I still need to have my cock inside you. I still need to hear you scream, and break and gasp, and every fucking thing that you do- and sometimes I hate you for it. So pass me the lube.”
Rodney bent over to fetch the small bottle from the bedside drawer, and for a second, shook with the fear that John would just slam into him right then as punishment. He sat up hastily and handed the bottle back to him. He needed to stop thinking like that right now. If he didn’t trust John, John was never going to ever trust him.
“Good.”
Rodney waited anxiously and tried to get lost in the things swirling above his head. It made him dizzy, helpless, and that’s how he liked to feel with John. The wet sounds of John slicking his prick seemed to screw up his voice, and the next thing he knew, he was telling John, “I trust you.”
From what Rodney could feel, John still didn’t smile. The taller man held the scientist’s hips firmly, and slid in with a deep groan.
“No more sentences Rodney…”
And with that, John began to move. He broke Rodney in a matter of seconds, and toyed his hands on the thick, neglected cock of his lover.
The rest was lost.
John had a dream that night, after falling asleep to tingly breezes, post orgasmic smells and Rodney’s breathing. He dreamt everyone died after all- that the shockwave of outlawed space-time reached the Pegasus galaxy and fried everyone in the city as well. And they arrived in heaven, and John had never gotten around to picturing it in a more mature way; so it was an Earth made of cloud, with beds and chairs of fluff, and people walking around like normal, but with a white wingspan twice their height.
The people of Atlantis were too new and scared to seek out lost loved ones, so they grouped together and chatted, and laughed and had cloud-fluff fights. And John fit in perfectly until he noticed something dark sitting on a lump of white all alone. Because Rodney had been cast out. Because Rodney was the only one there with black wings.
John went to him and sat down, and took him into his arms. The black wings were smaller than everyone else’s, but still covered from his neck to his thigh when folded down.They fit perfectly when John curved his own around the front and engulfed both of them. So perfectly, that he wondered if that's what they were for. He rubbed his wing tips against Rodney’s feathers, because in heaven, having your wings touched feels as good as a back massage, just without the pressure.
Rodney whimpered and groaned and looked up. And he gently pushed his own little black wings back up against John’s.
John smiled at them. He loved them almost as much as he loved Rodney.
End
Additional Notes (which I didn’t want to put at the top because it would spoil some things): The last little bit was inspired and is basically based on and dream I had.
Edit: Ahh! I just reread it... grr I don't like it anymore but oh well.