Unusual - Garneteve - NC17
Title: Unusual
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/Unknown
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 595
Warning(s): Supernatural Powers I guess
Summary: What is that sensation and where is it coming from?
Inspiration: David Hewletts' character in Scanners II
Disclaimer: I don't own them...I only own a cat, and she eats to much to pay for anything else.
REVISED 22/02/07
Oh fuck, he didn’t know where it was coming from, but right now, he didn’t have to.
His dick felt like it was being consumed fire. Hot, wonderful suction all around his length.
Up and down, and up and oh god, down, so deep down.
John was sitting in the middle of the mess hall, just about to finish his lunch when the sensations came from nowhere. It started lightly at first, like a lovers’ hand touching him uncertainly for the first time. Being so careful and gentle John nearly second guessed himself it had been there at all.
He looked around the mess, to see if anyone was looking at him, smiling at him. It may give him a clue to who was responsible. John thought it was a practical joke. But there were only a few people glancing his way.
One of the gate technicians was over in the food line, looking over the room. No. Couldn’t be him. He was moving on, looking for a table.
Teyla was over by the window, eating lunch with Ronon, both of them watching him at the table, probably catching up on the latest gossip no doubt.
Rodney was in another corner, by himself. His laptop was open, sandwich untouched on his plate as he stared at John. But when John blinked and looked again, it seemed as if Rodney was staring into space, a far off look on his face, smile playing at his lips. Just staring off into space in his direction.
John decided it wasn’t someone playing a joke on him, and he continued to try and eat. But as he bought his sandwich to his mouth, a wave of heat spread through his body, and he had to lock his lips closed lest a moan be let out.
What felt like fingers were working their way down his body, over his chest and down his stomach.
His skin was being set alight, hot blush sweeping down his body, sending shivers though his hair for crying out loud!
He knew he looked ridiculous. The middle of the mess hall, and here he was having the *best* blowjob of his life! The looks he must have been making, the way his face scrunched up on a particular evil suck, and all he could do was sit there and take it.
He bit his lip, trying not to moan softly, no matter how much he wanted to, Rodney was still looking at him, but there was no way that he could know what was going on in John’s BDUs. The man was over in the corner, at least three tables away.
His eyes closed as he felt soft shivers across his balls, and he tipped his head back slightly, trying to enjoy the sensation instead of shrinking from it.
He wondered how weird it would look if he excused himself and ran to the nearest empty storeroom. It was that, or sit here until whatever it was decided to play itself out.
Oh man, that was such a bad choice of words, the wet heat had gone from his hot erection tenting his pants under the table, and was now moving around its head, like a soft moist tongue. There was no way now that he could leave the table without revealing why he was leaving. He’d have to sit it out.
Oh yeah, he was a goner.
He could feel the orgasm gathering low in his belly, really low. He needed to get out before he came and completely embarrassed himself.
Hastily, he excused himself and fled the mess hall, flinging himself into the first room he came across. He leant back against the door, breathing hard, trying to control himself, when he realised that there was no more erotic touch. The hot moistness of whatever it was that had been pleasuring him had gone.
He was glad that he didn’t have to face it any longer, but was concerned that there was a virus or unknown contagion in Atlantis.
The touch may have been gone, but the lust that had been building in his body, had not. Quickly, his hands reached down and undid his BDUs and pulled out his semi hard cock. The touch from real flesh felt so good, but lacking in the intensity that the ghost touch was giving him, intense, hard and wanting. Whatever it had been, it had wanted him, so bad, he knew. The touch told him.
His hand whipped up and down his hard dick now, smearing the slick precome all over himself, reveling in the feeling of the fluid easing his fisting.
With a silent cry, his eyes clenched, his hand stilled as his hips snapped up into his fist. His come landed with a small, sorry sound on the floor in front of him. With a huff, he put himself back in his pants, and grabbed the closest cloth and wipe his hands and floor. Throwing the cloth in the bin, he opened the door to step back into the hallway. Time to go about his business, putting the last sensations of the ghostly touch to the back of his mind, he set off to the Control Room.
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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/Unknown
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 595
Warning(s): Supernatural Powers I guess
Summary: What is that sensation and where is it coming from?
Inspiration: David Hewletts' character in Scanners II
Disclaimer: I don't own them...I only own a cat, and she eats to much to pay for anything else.
REVISED 22/02/07
Oh fuck, he didn’t know where it was coming from, but right now, he didn’t have to.
His dick felt like it was being consumed fire. Hot, wonderful suction all around his length.
Up and down, and up and oh god, down, so deep down.
John was sitting in the middle of the mess hall, just about to finish his lunch when the sensations came from nowhere. It started lightly at first, like a lovers’ hand touching him uncertainly for the first time. Being so careful and gentle John nearly second guessed himself it had been there at all.
He looked around the mess, to see if anyone was looking at him, smiling at him. It may give him a clue to who was responsible. John thought it was a practical joke. But there were only a few people glancing his way.
One of the gate technicians was over in the food line, looking over the room. No. Couldn’t be him. He was moving on, looking for a table.
Teyla was over by the window, eating lunch with Ronon, both of them watching him at the table, probably catching up on the latest gossip no doubt.
Rodney was in another corner, by himself. His laptop was open, sandwich untouched on his plate as he stared at John. But when John blinked and looked again, it seemed as if Rodney was staring into space, a far off look on his face, smile playing at his lips. Just staring off into space in his direction.
John decided it wasn’t someone playing a joke on him, and he continued to try and eat. But as he bought his sandwich to his mouth, a wave of heat spread through his body, and he had to lock his lips closed lest a moan be let out.
What felt like fingers were working their way down his body, over his chest and down his stomach.
His skin was being set alight, hot blush sweeping down his body, sending shivers though his hair for crying out loud!
He knew he looked ridiculous. The middle of the mess hall, and here he was having the *best* blowjob of his life! The looks he must have been making, the way his face scrunched up on a particular evil suck, and all he could do was sit there and take it.
He bit his lip, trying not to moan softly, no matter how much he wanted to, Rodney was still looking at him, but there was no way that he could know what was going on in John’s BDUs. The man was over in the corner, at least three tables away.
His eyes closed as he felt soft shivers across his balls, and he tipped his head back slightly, trying to enjoy the sensation instead of shrinking from it.
He wondered how weird it would look if he excused himself and ran to the nearest empty storeroom. It was that, or sit here until whatever it was decided to play itself out.
Oh man, that was such a bad choice of words, the wet heat had gone from his hot erection tenting his pants under the table, and was now moving around its head, like a soft moist tongue. There was no way now that he could leave the table without revealing why he was leaving. He’d have to sit it out.
Oh yeah, he was a goner.
He could feel the orgasm gathering low in his belly, really low. He needed to get out before he came and completely embarrassed himself.
Hastily, he excused himself and fled the mess hall, flinging himself into the first room he came across. He leant back against the door, breathing hard, trying to control himself, when he realised that there was no more erotic touch. The hot moistness of whatever it was that had been pleasuring him had gone.
He was glad that he didn’t have to face it any longer, but was concerned that there was a virus or unknown contagion in Atlantis.
The touch may have been gone, but the lust that had been building in his body, had not. Quickly, his hands reached down and undid his BDUs and pulled out his semi hard cock. The touch from real flesh felt so good, but lacking in the intensity that the ghost touch was giving him, intense, hard and wanting. Whatever it had been, it had wanted him, so bad, he knew. The touch told him.
His hand whipped up and down his hard dick now, smearing the slick precome all over himself, reveling in the feeling of the fluid easing his fisting.
With a silent cry, his eyes clenched, his hand stilled as his hips snapped up into his fist. His come landed with a small, sorry sound on the floor in front of him. With a huff, he put himself back in his pants, and grabbed the closest cloth and wipe his hands and floor. Throwing the cloth in the bin, he opened the door to step back into the hallway. Time to go about his business, putting the last sensations of the ghostly touch to the back of his mind, he set off to the Control Room.
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