Fic: Conception (a Grandview story) Rated NC-17
Title: Conception
Pairing: McShep
Rating NC-17
Spoilers: McKay and Mrs. Miller is mentioned
Word count: 4,821
Series: Grandview
Warnings: bathroom sex and scented oil
Summary: John moaned louder and Rodney sped up his movements and began rocking his hips forward, pressing his own erection into the cheek of John’s ass. He pressed his mouth to John’s ear and kissed it before whispering, “give me that John, make me a baby. Make us a baby, come John, come for our baby.”
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither Stargate Atlantis nor her characters belong to me. If they did, the show would never have been nor would it ever be cancelled. We may have to move it to Cinemax though.
John looked at Rodney between the two lit candles. He knew he could be devious at times, but never with evil intentions. He’d come home from work early, Rodney had been right about one thing, there was very little action on the off world missions, and put his plan into action. He’d talked to Rodney about it before and Rodney wasn’t exactly against the idea, he just needed more prodding to actually make a decision. John knew that prodding Rodney was easier when Rodney was in a good mood, so he was determined to get Rodney’s mood better than it had ever been.
He’d cooked one of Rodney’s favorite meals; homemade Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes that didn’t come out of a box, with mushroom gravy and steamed broccoli. He’d had the table set with candles and rose petals and wine when Rodney came home from work. He met him at the door, wearing the dark blue jeans Rodney loved seeing him in, the ones that hung low on his hips, and a rumpled white button down shirt. He’d debated on ironing the shirt, but Rodney had said countless times that the rumpled look on John turned him on, so John didn’t iron it.
He pressed himself into Rodney and pried his briefcase out of his hand. He set it on the coffee table and peeled Rodney’s jacket off his shoulders and draped it over the arm of the couch, he shooed Etoo away when he looked inclined to make his bed on the jacket, and hung it on the hook in the hall instead.
“What’s going on John?” Rodney asked.
John smiled and said, “dinner.”
Rodney returned the smile and John led him down the hall and into the dining room.
After Rodney had finished eating, John led him upstairs. He took him into their private bathroom and started filling the tub with hot water. He bit his lower lip, smiled at Rodney and slowly made his way over to the doorway where he’d left Rodney.
John loosened Rodney’s tie and pulled it out of his collar. He unbuttoned the first button on Rodney’s shirt and let his fingers trail down Rodney’s chest to the next button.
“You’re in a good mood,” Rodney said.
“Mmm hmm,” John hummed around the lip that was still caught in his teeth. He finished with Rodney’s buttons, doing each one as slow as the last; he pushed the shirt off Rodney’s shoulders and pulled the tee shirt over his head. He put his hands on Rodney’s shoulders and ran his hands down his chest and stomach to his pants. He unbuckled the belt then took care of the button and zipper, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Rodney’s.
John pushed Rodney’s pants and boxers down to his knees then gently pushed him to sit on the toilet lid.
Rodney smiled and tried to reach for John’s head but John pushed his hands away and shook his head. “Not about me,” he whispered, and made Rodney sit.
John got to his knees and pulled one of Rodney’s feet into his lap. He untied the shoe and removed it and the sock. He did the same with the other foot and then pulled Rodney’s pants and boxers off his legs.
John got up and went to the bathtub; he turned off the water and took a small brown bottle off the shelf beside the tub. He went back over to Rodney and got back to his knees. John twisted the cap off the bottle and poured a small amount of clear liquid into his palm. He rubbed his hands together for a moment before putting his hands on Rodney’s calf and rubbing the oil on his leg and foot.
“John,” Rodney whispered.
“Shh,” John said, “it’s okay Rodney; it’s not going to hurt you.”
“How do you know?”
“I took it to the doctor; she said you’d be fine. Now hush,” John said and moved to the other leg.
The scent of lavender filled the bathroom as John rubbed the oil over Rodney’s legs, arms, chest and back.
He took Rodney’s hands and pulled him up, they stood beside the bathtub. John removed his own clothes before pressing himself into Rodney’s chest, the oil lubricating every move John made. He wrapped his arms around Rodney’s waist and rubbed the oil over Rodney’s ass, gently kneading the cheeks.
Rodney hissed as John pressed one slick finger against his hole. He ran his finger up and down the cleft of Rodney’s ass, slicking it from top to bottom, then he pushed his finger inside and Rodney bucked his hips forward and moaned.
John wound his finger tip around the entrance to Rodney’s body and pressed in deeper, repeating the action. He added a second slick finger and then a third, brushing past Rodney’s prostate with each insertion. Rodney was writhing against John’s body, the oil making his movements smooth.
John pulled his fingers out and turned Rodney around so his back was to John’s chest. He wrapped his arms around Rodney and ran his hands over Rodney’s shoulders and chest, his erection was pressing firmly against Rodney’s ass and he gently rocked forward.
Rodney’s breathing was slow and wavered as he pushed his hips back into John.
“Make love to me John,” Rodney whispered, his voice thick with arousal.
John closed his eyes and took his erection into his slick hand, coating it with the sweet smelling oil. He lined himself up and pressed into Rodney in one smooth, long, slow motion.
Both men sighed when John was completely sheathed in Rodney’s body.
Rodney reached out and braced himself on the wall as John began thrusting his hips. John’s slick hands were roaming over Rodney’s arms and chest and back. He reached around and began rubbing Rodney’s nipples and twisting them gently between his finger and thumb.
Rodney’s breathing sped up and he began pushing back onto John. His head rolled back and John’s hot breath puffed onto Rodney’s forehead.
John kissed Rodney’s forehead and lowered his hand from Rodney’s nipple to his dick. He grasped it and began stroking in time with his hips, he felt himself nearing orgasm but he needed to make Rodney come first so he fought it back. He thrust and stroked faster when Rodney began chanting his name, it was coming close, at this point he’d settle for coming with Rodney as long as he didn’t come first, but Rodney wasn’t making that easy.
John grunted and thrust harder when Rodney’s body tightened around him as Rodney came over John’s hand. John rode Rodney through the waves of pleasure before allowing himself to come with a loud grunt.
John pulled Rodney close to him without pulling out; he wrapped his arms around Rodney and held him tight until Rodney’s breathing slowed.
A moment later John did pull out and he led Rodney to the bathtub; the hot water was now cool enough to get in. He smiled when he saw Rodney look down at the thick bubbles with a wide grin.
They both got into the water; Rodney’s back leaning on John’s chest as John used a thick soapy sponge to wash away the oil on Rodney’s chest.
As John washed Rodney’s back, he felt the muscles go loose; he rinsed the bubbles off and moved around until he was facing Rodney. He’d never seen Rodney so relaxed, it looked as if Rodney didn’t have a care in the world and that was a rare thing.
“Rodney,” John spoke softly.
“Hmm?” Rodney hummed.
“I want a baby,” John said. “We’ve been here in this house for six months; I don’t want to keep waiting.”
Rodney sat up and John wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not until he saw the softness hadn’t left Rodney’s face.
“How do you suggest we go about doing that John? Neither of us have the parts necessary to have a baby.”
“Rodney, there are options; we just have to consider them.”
“Such as?”
“Adoption for one.”
Rodney shook his head.
“What?” John asked, “there’s nothing wrong with adoption.”
“I know that John, but… first of all it wouldn’t be part of us-”
“Doesn’t mean we wouldn’t love it.”
“I know that but… second, what adoption agency is going to give a baby to a gay couple?”
“Rodney, a lot’s changed since Obama took office, us being publicly together is proof of that. Not to mention, we’ve got connections to the President Rodney, we can get him to sign a document and we could have any baby we wanted.”
“You’d wanna adopt a kid from Africa of China or someplace?”
“No, there are too many kids right here that don’t have families to love them. You want to change the world you gotta start in your own backyard, right?” John felt Rodney’s mood starting to slip, he wished he’d known that Rodney was against adoption, he’d have thought of something else.
“What’s another option?” Rodney asked completely cutting off the idea of adoption.
John sighed. “Well I guess we could just bring in a bunch of women and screw their brains out and hope one of ‘em gets pregnant.”
“John-”
“No Rodney, it could be like a surprise, ‘Who’s the daddy’.”
“John, that’s just…” Rodney stopped speaking and got that ‘I just had an amazing idea’ look on his face.
“Rodney…” John drawled, unsure.
“Jeanie!” Rodney shouted.
“No Rodney!”
“Why not?”
“I am not getting your sister pregnant Rodney, that’s just… that’s Jerry Springer shit!” John got up and stepped out of the tub, “’Today on Jerry’,” John mocked an announcer, “’my gay lover got my sister pregnant’.”
“It’s not Jerry Springer material,” Rodney rebutted as he got out of the tub too; “it’s Oprah’s miracles of the world day material or something. ‘Rodney McKay and John Sheppard,” Rodney did his own announcers voice, “a loving couple who could not have children for the simple fact that they’re both men, worried that their family had no hope of expansion until Jeanie Miller, Rodney’s sister, agreed to have a baby for them.’ John, people do this all the time, it’ll be just like surrogacy only… you know… not, exactly.”
“I can’t get your sister pregnant Rodney, it just wouldn’t be right.”
“You wouldn’t have to have sex with her; in fact I wouldn’t let you have sex with her. It could be artificial insemination. You whack off in a cup they stick your sperm in her and there you go. We might have to do it a few times but that wouldn’t matter.”
“Jeanie’s in Canada.”
“I’m giving us the option to have a baby that would be related to both of us and you’re talking semantics?”
John tried to think of something to say but his mind was completely blank, when the conversation started John had thought that Rodney was denying adoption because he didn’t really want a kid, now he was actually pushing a different option and making a good argument too.
“I’ll talk to Jeanie,” Rodney said, “we can invite her to stay for a weekend; she’s been dying to see the house anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to at least ask her about it John. It’s an option and you’re the one who said we needed to consider our options. Let me talk to her about it.”
John was quiet for a moment, then he nodded. “Okay Rodney, talk to Jeanie.”
~*~
John was sacked out on the couch when Jeanie got to the house. It had been one of the more hectic days at the SGC and John had been out of practice with chaos for the last six months.
Rodney had called Jeanie and invited her for the weekend, but he hadn’t told her why, although he told John that he did, and he was hoping to talk to her alone first.
Rodney had made coffee and they sat at the dining room table.
“What?” Jeanie asked, shocked, when Rodney brought up the idea.
“It would really mean a lot to us Jeanie,” Rodney told her.
“You… you want me to have a baby with John?”
“No, I want you to have a baby *for* John, and *me*.
Jeanie was quiet for awhile, staring at the wall behind Rodney and rubbing absently at her forehead.
“Why don’t you just adopt? It’s easier for gay couples to adopt a child now, as long as they’re financially stable and in a long term relationship. It would be beneficial for all parties involved, you and John would get your baby and a baby would get two loving parents.”
“I know that Jeanie and maybe we’d think about adoption for future kids, but first I want to raise a baby that is made of McKay genes and Sheppard genes. You’re still a McKay even though you married a Miller.”
She chuckled and said, “I know that, but this is… this is a lot to throw at me.”
“Will you think about it?”
She shook her head. “Wow Mer,” she said, “this is big. I mean this is really big.”
“I know it is Jeanie. But he wants a baby so bad and I can’t give him one. It’s hard to admit that there’s something I can’t do… but,” Rodney turned away from Jeanie for a moment and closed his eyes and bit his lip, “biologically and anatomically I am incapable of giving John what he wants most,” he said when he turned back to her.
She sighed and lowered her head. “I’ll have to think about it, but you need to realize that I’m not the only one to consider Mer. I’d have to talk to Kaleb and Madison.”
“You’d let Madison decide whether or not you have a baby for me and John?” he asked confused and edging toward heartbroken.
She laughed and shook her head. “No Mer, I wouldn’t let her decide, but if Kaleb and I decide to do this, we’ll have to talk to her about it. I wouldn’t want her going through an entire pregnancy thinking that she was going to get a baby brother or sister. She’d have to know that it would be her baby cousin and that it would live with you.”
“We’d pay for everything, and you could even be put on John’s insurance. I think I heard somewhere that surrogate mothers can be put on the parents’ insurance for prenatal care.”
“I wouldn’t live here if I do this. I’d want to be home with my husband and daughter. You and John could stay with us, or get a hotel or stay here. If I were to do this Rodney, I wouldn’t want my life changed around.”
“I know Jeanie; I’d have to talk to John about what we do and where we stay during the pregnancy.”
“You realize that this is big right?”
“Yeah, I think I remember you mentioning that once or twice.”
“Yeah well I mean bigger than solving your problem with finger-paints.”
Rodney smiled and shook his head. “Much bigger than that,” he agreed. “But you’ll think about it and talk to Kaleb about it.”
“I will and,” she reached out and placed both her hands on his where they had been wringing together on the table in front of him, “I want you to know that no matter what the decision is Mer, I am truly honored that you would ask me. It means a lot that you would trust me with something as fragile as your baby.”
He smiled at her and sighed, “I think besides me, you’re the only one John would trust,” He looked away for another moment and when he turned back he added, “he may actually trust you more than me. You know, since you’ve already done it once.”
She laughed and looked up when something caught her eye. Rodney turned to see what it was and saw a very disheveled John stagger sleepily into the kitchen, he smiled as the butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Even after almost six years together, Rodney still experienced what Jeanie had called ‘love guts’ for no apparent reason besides the fact that John was there.
Rodney turned when he felt Jeanie lean toward him.
“I do have to admit something Mer,” she whispered, “it would be really awesome to be pregnant with John’s baby.”
“Oh god,” Rodney groaned.
“I’m kidding,” she laughed, “I’m kidding Mer.”
~*~
The weekend went smoothly, they talked about the baby option a couple more times, with John present and awake. But it was mostly filled with Jeanie going on and on about how nice the house was and how she was so proud that her big brother had done so well. She told them that she literally started crying when President Obama rescinded the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy because she knew that it wouldn’t be long before John and Rodney went public with their relationship.
“It wasn’t like everyone who knew the two of you didn’t know you were together anyway,” she’d said.
She told Rodney she’d need time to talk to Kaleb and they’d need time to think about it and that she’d call him in a couple of weeks even if they hadn’t made a decision.
“It’s going to be a tense two weeks.” John said as they lay in bed that night.
“Yeah,” Rodney agreed, “you know, I’m wishing I hadn’t said all those bad things about Kaleb now. Jeanie tells him everything and he may say no just to spite me.”
“Well, that wouldn’t be fair to me, and Kaleb seems like a pretty fair guy. I think he’ll actually think about it.”
“I hope so.”
“Let’s try to put it out of our minds and get some sleep. There’s no use worrying about it until she talks to him and she won’t even be back home for another few hours. We’ll hold off on worrying until tomorrow.”
“Easier said than done, John.”
John nodded, “it sounded good though.”
John was washing the breakfast dishes when the phone rang, Rodney was getting dressed. John dried his hands and picked up the phone.
“Hello,” he said.
~John?~
“Jeanie. We didn’t expect to hear from you for a couple weeks. Is everything alright?”
~John I thought about you and Meredith the entire drive home. I woke Kaleb up when I got home and I told him what you guys wanted.~
John heard her sniffling. “Jeanie, are you okay?” He heard the phone change hands and then Kaleb’s deeper voice came over the line.
~John,~
“Kaleb, is Jeanie alright?”
~She’s fine John, she told me what you guys wanted.~
“And?”
~Well there wasn’t really much thinking to do. It makes sense for your situation and it’s understandable that Meredith would want your first kid to have McKay genes. I told her I couldn’t think of two people who deserved to be happy more than you and Meredith, and if a McKay/Sheppard baby will do it, I’m fine with it.~
John couldn’t talk, he could barely breath.
~John… you there buddy?~
John swallowed hard but the words were still stuck in his throat.
“Yeah,” he choked out eventually, “yeah I’m here. Thank you Kaleb, you have no idea how much this means to us.”
~Actually, I’ve got a little girl lying in the next room that makes me disagree. I know exactly how much it means John. Jeanie and I will find a doctor, we’ll call you soon.~
“Okay, thanks again Kaleb.”
~You’re welcome John.~
John hung up the phone and his knees almost buckled. “Rodney!” He shouted frantically, “Rodney come here!”
Rodney barreled down the steps skipping every other one and almost falling on his ass when his foot slipped off the bottom step. “John!?” he rushed into the kitchen and found John sitting on the floor he looked sick. His skin was pale but he had a grin on his face that nearly split it in two, he was kind of staring off in space. “John?” Rodney said as he went over and knelt in front of him, “you alright?”
John’s eyes focused and he looked at Rodney. He swallowed hard and nodded, the grin still in place but quivering slightly. “They said yes, Rodney,” he said, “Jeanie and Kaleb… they said yes.”
Rodney felt his stomach flip. “Are you serious? Already?” he smiled and gave a long hysterical laugh that John caught right away. They sat there in the kitchen floor laughing like maniacs until their eyes watered and the stomachs ached. “That’s great,” Rodney finished through hitched breathing.
“They’ll call us when they find a doctor,” John said once he’d gotten control of himself.
They both pulled out their cell phones at the same time, “I can’t go in today,” they said in unison.
~*~
John stood in the corner of a fairly clinical looking room with his pants undone and a cup in one hand. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “This is hard,” he whispered to the wall.
“Come on John,” Rodney said as he moved up behind him, “you can do this.”
John turned around and looked at Rodney. “I’m nervous Rodney,” he complained, “you know how difficult it is for me to… perform… when I’m nervous.”
Rodney sighed and put one hand on John’s shoulder and turned him around. He put his arms around John’s waist and pushed his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He squirted a bit of the lotion they’d given John onto his hand and massaged it in a little then he took John’s soft dick into his hand.
“Close your eyes John,” he whispered into John’s ear and began lightly stroking. “Lean against me and think of our ridiculously poofy bed.” He felt John begin to harden as his hand continued its slow long strokes. “Think of that big black couch and those mind blowing blow jobs you like so much.” John was now half hard; Rodney tightened his fist a bit. He kissed the back of John’s neck and then sucked on the shell of his ear; he lowered his head and nibbled on John’s neck at the place where it meets his shoulder. Rodney knew everything John liked and now John was completely hard and his breathing had picked up. Rodney slid his free hand up John’s chest under his shirt and began rubbing his nipple, he pinched it and it hardened, Rodney pressed his finger to the nub and John hissed and arched his back.
“You’re making us a baby John,” Rodney whispered and John moaned.
“It’ll be a beautiful baby, yours and mine. Genius of course, but with an undeniable attraction to speed and the sky.” Rodney held John a little tighter in his hand and pulled a little harder.
“It’ll have a head full of unruly dark hair and its eyes will be as blue as the sky it’ll long to be in.”
John moaned louder and Rodney sped up his movements and began rocking his hips forward, pressing his own erection into the cheek of John’s ass. He pressed his mouth to John’s ear and kissed it before whispering, “give me that John, make me a baby. Make us a baby, come John, come for our baby.”
John tensed and Rodney took the cup out of his tight fingers and held it down. John reached back, and pressing his fingers deep into Rodney’s hips, he came hard and heavy.
“Damn Rodney,” John breathed when he’d finished.
Rodney held the cup in front of John. “Damn nothing, look at this.” Rodney pointed to the black ‘fill to’ line and the creamy white substance that rose above it.
“Wow,” John said, he sounded a bit proud.
“Yeah, wow,” Rodney agreed.
“So, how long until we know if it worked?” Rodney asked.
They were in an office, Jeanie and Kaleb were sitting on one love seat with their hands clasped and John and Rodney were on the other, their hands also clasped.
A nurse had taken the cup from John, looked at it then raised an eyebrow and Rodney could swear that John flushed. Some time after, the same nurse had taken Jeanie and Kaleb through a door. Then they’d sat and waited for every bit of two hours because it was in the rules that they spoke with the councilor afterward.
“Well,” the councilor began, she was an older woman with light brown hair tied up in a bun that made her look even older, “artificial insemination is similar to getting pregnant the traditional way. We increase the chances that it will work by tracking her menstrual cycles and monitoring her ovulation. We inseminate at the optimal time for conception, but there really is no way to know whether or not she conceived until about a week before her next period. At which time she can come in for a pregnancy test, or just wait to see if she misses the period. Either way she would need the test, unless she doesn’t miss the period. If the insemination didn’t work, if she did not conceive we’ll do the procedure again.”
“What are the chances?” John asked. “Can you predict or something?”
“No,” she said apologetically, “I’m afraid I can’t. I will say thought, that it does help that Mrs. Miller is young and healthy, and that she’s had a baby before. There really is no pattern to go by. Sometimes, women conceive with their first insemination, sometimes it takes several, and there are times when it never works and the parents have to consider other options.”
“Okay,” John said.
“So there really is nothing we can do but wait?” Rodney asked.
“I’m afraid not. This is what every couple who is trying to have a baby goes through. There is this period of time in the beginning where you’re kind of just hanging in limbo. It’s a difficult time, but it helps to have family and friends who know what you’re going through.” She smiled at them and asked if they had any more questions.
The councilor shook John and Rodney’s hands first and then looked at Jeanie and Kaleb.
“Mr. and Mrs. Miller,” she began, “I’d just like to say that I commend you for what you’re doing for Mr. Sheppard and Mr. McKay. I’m not sure how many men there are that have a sister who is willing to carry their child for them. You, and I’m sure these two men will agree, are a godsend.”
Jeanie blushed and shook the woman’s hand. “Thank you,” she said.
~*~
John and Rodney had gone back home a few days after the insemination, neither of them had taken more than a weekend off work, which they were both pissed about in hindsight.
They had told Jeanie to call them the second she found out one way or the other, no matter what time it was, and every time the phone rang they would both run for it. Even at work, when their cell phones rang they pounced on them like kittens on mice.
“Hey guys,” Ronon said when John opened the front door, “any news?”
John shook his head. “Not yet. It’s been almost three weeks, women have a period a month, at least Nancy did, so we should be getting a call soon.”
John looked down when he felt fur wrapping around his ankles in a figure eight. He bent over and picked the black cat up and began petting his head.
“What possessed you two to buy such an ugly thing?” Ronon asked.
“Hey!” Rodney protested from his place on the couch, “Etoo is not ugly.”
Ronon looked at John and asked, “Etoo? What’s that?”
“The cat’s name.”
“What’s it mean?”
“I have no idea. Rodney, why’d you name him Etoo?” John asked and invited Ronon in. John went back to his place beside Rodney and Ronon took his usual place in the chair.
“Because the cat I had to give up to go to Atlantis was named Einstein. I didn’t want to name another cat the same thing so I named him Etoo. E 2.”
“Hmm,” Ronon said and looked at John, “I think you need to be the one to name the kid.”
For what may have been the first time in Ronon’s life, he actually flinched, when the phone rang both Rodney and John, two grown men, bounced off the couch and ran down the hall to the kitchen. There was a loud thump as either one or both of them hit the wall when their socked feet slid on the hardwood floor of the hallway.
John and Rodney walked back out to the living room a moment later; both men had expressionless faces as they sank back down to the couch.
“Well?” Ronon asked, “news?”
John and Rodney looked at him and they both started smiling, “It worked!” Rodney shouted.
“We’re going to have a baby!” John shouted louder.
(I’m going to stop putting the end cause it’s not the end…) TBC…