Fic: Do What You Want by foxxcub (Lorne/Parrish, NC-17)
Title: Do What You Want (sequel to Stage Fright by lamardeuse)
Author: foxxcub
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: NC-17
Vetted by: khohen1
Betad by: khohen1 and halfdutch
Warnings: none
Author's Note: For lillyjk. Also, many thanks to lamardeuse for the inspiration, and khohen1 for demanding the McShep cameo. *g*
Summary: Everyone wanted Evan, and it wasn't as if some soul-deep sex and a fantastic dinner date between the two of them made that fact any less true.
From outside the door of Club Revelations, David could almost smell the sweat and the heat mixing with the throbbing bass of techno. He chewed his bottom lip and said as casually as possible, "You know, I think we really should just go back home and--"
"No way, you made it this far." Evan grinned at him over his shoulder as the bouncer guy said something about how great it was to see Evan around again, which did nothing to calm David's nerves.
Then the bouncer said, "No cover for you tonight, Sex Star!" He smirked at David. "But for your friend, it's still fifteen bucks."
To his horror, David felt his cheeks go hot as he fumbled for his wallet. Wonderful. Of course Evan was a regular.
Evan waved him off. "I got it, it's no problem," he said as he paid the guy, and David wanted to agree. It wasn't a problem at all; he knew Evan's past history was on the sordid side. But that was the past, and things were different now...sort of...maybe...
The door closed behind them and they were enveloped by the smoky, filtered light that felt too hot, too close. David tugged at the neck of his snug navy t-shirt--a product of Katie and her genius idea to help dress him for the evening ("Trust me, you look hot. It's a little small, but it works.")--and glanced over at Evan.
He was grinning like the prodigal son just returned home.
"Um." David practically had to shout over the bass. "You want a drink or something?"
Evan swung the grin back at David, and for a second David lost his breath. God, he really was Clark Kent, and Evan's smiles were his kryptonite.
"Yeah, but I know the bartender. You hang out here, I'll go nab us some free ones." He leaned close as he spoke, pressed his nose right up under David's ear, his lips grazing the skin of his neck. "By the way, did I mention your hair's fucking sexy as hell?"
David blushed again, pleased beyond reason. "Ah, no, but thanks." It was another result of Katie's prepping, who insisted on giving David "The Sheppard Look", which consisted of scrubbing her gel-covered hands through his hair for a good five minutes. Afterwards, she'd sat back, said, "Wow, you look like you've just been thoroughly fucked," and David couldn't wait to get to Evan's place.
"I probably should keep my eye on you tonight," Evan breathed against his neck, and how was it possible that he could whisper like that and David could hear every word, even over the demanding pulse of the music? "I know every guy in here will."
David snorted, and he had a perfectly good retort ready until Evan slid his hand lightly over the small of his back, right where the edge of his jeans met the hem of his shirt, which, being a size too small, had inched up enough to expose a strip of bare skin.
He could feel Evan's nails scrape back and forth there; all coherent thought in his brain evaporated.
"You...you overestimate...my charms," David finally gasped, letting his hands curl around Evan's biceps. His words were lost in the controlled chaos of the club, but Evan looked up and smiled.
"We'll see." He winked at David, and his hand lingered before it dropped away at the last second as he turned to walk to the bar. David missed its heat instantly.
He leaned back against an empty patch of wall facing the dance floor and watched Evan swerve neatly through the crush of bodies on his way to the bar. It was a strange yet thrilling sensation to be able to watch him out in public with possessive eyes; he wasn't quite used to thinking of Evan as his without feeling a small rush of guilt. Or wanting to pinch himself awake.
David could see Evan at the bar now, finally, and the bartender obviously knew him, if the wide smile and pat on Evan's shoulder meant anything. Evan leaned in and said something in the guy's ear--it was really loud, after all--and the guy pulled back and nodded, a glint in his eye that made David uneasy. Which was utterly ridiculous; there was no way he could see a glint of any kind from this distance.
But his imagination was evidently having some fun, because another guy was suddenly sliding up behind Evan, and David distinctly saw the guy grab Evan's ass.
Oh, God.
~
"Long time no see, hot stuff."
Evan knew the voice before he even turned around--Jamie, a guy he used to mess around with about six months ago. He was blonde, ripped, and got off on the fact that Evan fucked other guys on camera for a living...which pretty much summed up the majority of the guys in this place who'd smiled and nodded at Evan the moment he'd walked through the door.
He used to love it, too; Christ, he'd once considered his time here to be a highlight of his career, his life. Evan Lorne, Revelations's own celebrity. It used to have a great ring to it.
"Yeah, I took some time off," Evan replied. He gave Jamie his usual cool smile of indifference, the one that was both sexy and unreadable.
"You've really been missed around here, you know." Jamie didn't move his hand from Evan's ass; he simply cupped him harder and pressed closer. "I've really missed you."
It was probably the wrong moment to let his eyes wander in search of David, but all Evan could think was, Damn, he's watching this. Sure enough, he found him standing off to one side of the dance floor, slumped against the wall and attempting to hide the same wounded look that never failed to make Evan feel like shit. He'd already seen that look more than enough this week.
The whole evening had seemed like such a good idea in his head when he'd asked David out after the shoot, and it had been good up until now. Dinner had held a new-found intimacy that they were both learning and growing accustomed to, and ever since he'd felt David's hand brush across his knee beneath the table as the waiter left the check, he'd been smiling like an idiot.
So what the hell had made him think taking David to a place that was almost a physical embodiment of his past indiscretions was so great?
He stepped smoothly out of Jamie's grasp. "That's real sweet, kid, but we're old news. Hate to break it to you." He tried to keep his smile casual and nonchalant, but his eyes kept flicking in David's direction.
Jamie followed his gaze, glancing over his shoulder at David. "So you are with him. I saw you two come in together, but I didn't actually believe you'd..." He suddenly laughed, shaking his head at Evan. "Jesus, Evan, I didn't think you went for the innocent-puppy types. What's he do, walk little old ladies across the street in his spare time?"
No, he studies plants and fucks me blind on the side. "There's more to him than you'd ever know."
Jamie rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Whatever, the sex must be phenomenal." He dropped his arms and left David alone just as Martin, the bartender (and yeah, Evan had spent a night or two with him as well, but that wasn't important), set his drinks down.
"Two vodka tonics on the house," he said, and then, where only Evan could hear, "If things don't work out with you and the bean pole, give me a call."
Evan just smiled and tried to ignore the slight panic in his gut.
~
David knew there was nothing to be upset about. Everyone wanted Evan, and it wasn't as if some soul-deep sex and a fantastic dinner date between the two of them made that fact any less true. And if he was being brutally honest with himself, they'd yet to really talk about the finer details of their relationship. David saying "I love you" a couple of times didn't bind Evan to him at all, and besides, Evan had only agreed to believe him. He'd never said the words in return.
By the time Evan had made his way back from the bar, David was utterly depressed and feeling like a damn moron for wanting things that just weren't there yet, and might not ever be.
"You're a vodka guy, right?" Evan asked as he handed David his drink. "Never seen you drink anything but beer, but I figured what the hell." He seemed anxious, and David noticed the way his hand started to reach out as if to touch him, but pulled back at the last second.
Twenty minutes in this place and Evan was already regretting bringing him along. David wanted to sink into the wall and disappear.
"Thanks," he replied, staring into his glass.
Then he felt Evan's hand on his arm, cupping his elbow. He looked up without raising his head, wanting to back away but not having the strength once he saw the flicker of worry in Evan's eyes.
"Hey, that was nothing, okay?" He didn't have to ask, and David's heart sort of flipped over. "That guy was...he was just..." Evan swore under his breath, then added in a rush, "He thinks I'm the same person I was a month or so ago. But I'm not."
David didn't know what to say, so he nodded like he understood, and he did. He understood a little too well that the life Evan lead before David came along wasn't simply going to vanish overnight.
Evan sighed in relief and grabbed the back of David's neck, pulling him down for a fast kiss. When they parted, he gave David a wicked grin. "Dance with me?"
Of course, he wouldn't say no. There wasn't much of anything he'd deny Evan, even when his heart ached.
~
Elizabeth hung up the phone and looked across her desk at Laura and Sam. "Well, it's worse than we thought. Colin has pneumonia and is on doctor's orders to stay in bed for the next two weeks, if not longer."
"This would happen right now, wouldn't it?" Laura moaned as she dropped her head in her hands. "Crappy, crappy timing."
Sam drummed her fingers on her knee. "Couldn't we just substitute John and Rodney? They never seem to mind the extra work."
Elizabeth shook her head. "I wish it was that easy, but Showtime wants variety, and if we give them a slew of the same two guys in different settings, they'll say we're not fulfilling our part of the contract."
"Trent's gonna be pissed," Sam said. Trent was Colin's usual partner, and Sam had directed the two of them in a fairly successful short series of construction worker films. They weren't John and Rodney by any means, but they were reliable and made GPFG Studios a nice take, and they'd been commissioned to make a new series as part of the lucrative, brand-spanking new deal Showtime had made with GPFG.
But now with Colin temporarily out of the picture...
"Wait!" Laura snapped her fingers. "Didn't Evan work with Trent awhile back?"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I believe he did."
"What if Evan stood in for Colin for a film or two? He kind of looks like Colin in profile, and at least we'd be able to give Showtime something until Colin recovers."
There was a long moment of silence. Then Sam said quietly, "Um, what about David?"
Laura shrugged. "We're shooting their stuff later, remember? Teyla's still working on the script."
"That's not exactly what I meant." Sam sighed. "Would you have John fill in for another guy?"
"Of course not, Rodney would flip!"
Sam pursed her lips.
Laura suddenly flushed. "Oh."
Elizabeth smiled. "I say we tell Evan about the situation at hand and let him decide."
"Without David present?" Laura asked.
Elizabeth tapped her pen against her desk blotter and replied carefully, "It's Evan's decision."
~
It didn't help matters that Evan had seen David exactly once in six days. He told himself it was due to their schedules--they were waiting on a new script and David was finishing some research--and not David trying to studiously avoid him. Not that Evan thought David had a reason to avoid him or anything...
Yeah, that was another little white lie Evan held on to, one of many that helped ease his mind about the night at the club and why David never seemed the same afterwards.
He broke into a cold sweat as he rang David's doorbell. I'm doing the studio a big favor, and it's kind of like a Christmas bonus in advance. No big deal. He kept his explanation on repeat in his brain until David answered the door, his hands filthy and a smudge of dirt on his cheek.
"Oh. Hey. I was just, uh, taking some stats." David wiped his hands on his jeans, which were also covered in what appeared to be top soil. "And doing some repotting," he added sheepishly.
Evan rocked back on his heels and tried not to fidget. He wanted to ease into it, maybe get David on the couch and make out for awhile until David couldn't even remember his own name, was mindless and pawing and begging and saying Evan's name in that deep, breathless way of his--
Evan cleared his throat. "I have to tell you something."
He hated the way David's throat bobbed. "Want to come in first?"
"Sure."
In the background he could see various potted plants of all sizes littering David's kitchen and dining room table, his laptop and legal pads strewn amongst the greenery. There was dirt scattered everywhere.
"Sorry I interrupted you," Evan said lamely as he stood in the living room, his hands clasped behind his back.
"It's alright, I could use a break." He rubbed his nose absently with the back of his dirty hand, making the smudge on his cheek worse.
It suddenly hit Evan like a slug to the chest just how much he'd missed him in six days.
He couldn't help himself; he watched David's eyes go wide and dark as he closed the distance between them and laid his hands flat against David's stomach. Evan felt him gasp softly, his abdomen muscles convulsing under Evan's fingers. He slid his palms higher, remembering the feel of his skin, every curve and dip; his thumbs met in the hollow of David's throat and swept back and forth in a circular motion as the rest of his fingers laced together at the base of David's skull.
"Missed you," Evan whispered before he tugged David's mouth to his, not meaning to say it out loud but liking the consequences, especially when David groaned and nearly melted against him. And god, did Evan love having that big body pressed to his.
David's weight caused Evan to stumble backwards, and they ended up slamming into the wall beside the door. It felt like deja vu, only this time there was no "rehearsal" involved.
Things spiraled out of control faster than Evan had intended, and the next thing he knew, they'd shed their shirts and David's hand was yanking the buttons of Evan's fly open. Evan licked his lips, tried to form the words to tell him to wait, they needed to talk first, but then David started rubbing his palm over the slick precome at the tip of Evan's dick.
"I...oh, fuck, yeah--" He made the mistake of watching David's slick hand circle his cock and start to pump him, deep and slightly rough. Evan swallowed, already feeling the tightening rush, and just as he tried to run baseball stats through his head to reign himself in, he glanced up to find David's eyes full of intensity and heat.
"Don't hold back," David growled, which promptly obliterated what was left of Evan's resolve. He thrust his hips into David's perfect hand and came sharp and hard, gasping David's name.
Evan dropped his head back against the wall with a loud thunk as he remembered how to breathe. He swore he could see stars.
"I got you all dirty," David mumbled, nuzzling Evan's neck.
"'s okay, I'll live." He sounded drunk.
"What did you need to tell me?"
"Uh..." Christ, there was no way he could tell him now, not with his cock still half hard and David wrapped around him, smelling like earth and sex. "Nothing."
"I saw that look on your face. It was pretty serious." He could feel David smile against his temple; he was teasing him, and it made Evan want to groan with contentment.
"I can be serious all I want," he drawled, looping his arms around David's waist.
David chuckled, a soft rumble in his throat. He snuggled closer, oblivious of their sticky, dirt-smeared skin, and rested his forehead against Evan's.
"I missed you, too," he said around a sigh, and yeah, this was all Evan needed. Nothing else mattered at the moment but David's warm breath on his cheek and his unspoken acknowledgement that somehow, everything was better now.
And yet, there was the small matter of Evan agreeing to a side project for GPFG. A side project that didn't include David, and that thought sounded ten times worse now than it had earlier that afternoon in Elizabeth's office.
"It's only a few oral scenes," she'd told him in a level tone, her hands folded neatly on her desk. Evan had never seen her so formal with him before. "Sam mostly wants to shoot you in profile and then get reaction shots from Trent. We just want to have something from their series in the can for Showtime--they're very eager to start airing as soon as possible."
Evan had found himself thinking back to how he would've handled the situation a month ago, and it made him smirk to himself in an odd way.
Elizabeth frowned. "Evan? You don't have to do this. No one's forcing you by any means; it's just that we're in a pinch. I understand if you feel--"
"No, it's okay." He'd remembered to smile at the last second. "I'm your go-to guy, after all. Can't ruin my reputation." A reputation he didn't really care about anymore.
But work is work.
Evan always lied best when he lied to himself.
"I'm shooting tomorrow," he suddenly blurted out to David.
"Oh." David sounded confused instead of angry; he lifted his head a fraction, and his shy smile after everything they'd just done made Evan almost shove him to the floor and fuck him through the carpet. "I, um, didn't know our script was ready. I've been so lost in my research lately..."
The wave of lust faded instantly. "It's...it's not ready. I'm...filling in. For Colin." He wished the words didn't taste so sour in his mouth, and that Elizabeth had talked him out of the whole thing.
He could've handled David's anger; he half expected a rant, a shove, anything that would demonstrate his hurt over Evan being stupid and weak. Because that's what Evan knew he deserved.
Instead, David looked calm.
"For the Showtime thing, right?" he asked. Like they were discussing spreadsheets and pie charts.
"Yeah. Colin's out with pneumonia. It's just some oral stuff, that's all, and I don't even--"
David kissed him into silence, and that certainly wasn't what Evan expected. "You don't have to explain yourself to me." He skimmed his hand over Evan's cheek as he ground their hips together in a lazy roll.
"But..." He didn't understand what was going on, was trying hard to figure out some hidden meaning behind David's slow, wet kisses as his brain slowly dissolved into horny mush. "Don't you--?"
"Sshh." David thrust a little harder, his hands splayed against the wall above Evan's shoulders. "We've talked enough."
The deep, edgy pitch of his voice sounded strange, but Evan couldn't decipher it just then. David pinned him against the wall once more and Evan was lost in the sounds and the heat and the feel...
There wasn't room in his brain for anything else.
~
"Where the hell have you been?" Katie stood in the doorway of David's dressing room, arms crossed and looking pissed as hell.
David scrunched down in his chair and buried his nose in his script. "Home. Research."
"For two weeks? You haven't even called me."
"I told you. Research."
"Uh-huh." She marched across the room and jerked the script out of his hands. "Teyla finished this thing five days ago, David. And you're telling me you just now happened to waltz in and take a look at it?"
He finally looked up at her, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Yes."
Katie rolled her eyes. "Bullshit. You've been avoiding the studio since Evan started filming with Trent."
"I haven't been avoiding anything. I have obligations and responsibilities, and so what if Evan's doing some stupid shoot with some guy I couldn't possibly care less about? We're both adults, and quite frankly, this place comes in a distant second to my doctoral candidacy."
She knelt on the floor in front of the chair and laid her hands on his knees. "Oh, hon. This really got to you, didn't it?"
"No, I--"
"It's not personal at all, it's his job--"
"I'm well aware of that." Damn it all if he didn't feel his voice catch. "Which is why it's not my place to say...to say anything."
"Not your place?" Katie shook her head. "Listen to you! A few weeks ago you were going on about fate and destiny and all that crap, and now you're giving up?"
"Not giving up. I'm..." He sighed and rubbed both hands over his face. "I'm facing reality."
"Which is?"
"What you just said. It's his job." David felt tired suddenly, like he hadn't slept in days, and really, he hadn't. He'd made excuses after excuses to keep Evan from staying over, because he refused to let himself get too accustomed to the feel of waking up next to Evan's solid, warm body curled possessively around him. Because when Evan eventually grew tired of the routine, David didn't think he'd be able to go back to sleeping alone again. Granted, he wasn't sleeping now, but that was beside the point.
Katie leaned in and cupped his cheek. "I've seen him, you know. I've been at every shoot."
David couldn't hold back the painful wince. "I don't need the details."
"He said your name once during a scene. I thought Trent would slug him. Sam thought it was cute."
"I told you, I don't need--" He blinked and sat up. "He what?"
"Said your name. Twice, actually. And Elizabeth is already starting to complain about the editing work that's going to have to take place in order to take out all of Evan's forlorn looks. Sam kept telling him, 'You're getting a blow job, not a pink slip'."
David sat in silence, his mind attempting the image of Evan looking sad and pitiful while getting head. It was damn near impossible, but he knew Katie wouldn't lie simply to make him feel better.
"He...he said my name?"
Katie smacked his shoulder, but she was giggling fondly. "Yes, you big dork. He looked miserable, and let me tell you, I never, ever thought I'd say the words 'miserable', 'Evan Lorne', and 'porn' in the same sentence." She picked up the neglected script off the floor and handed it back to David.
"Now go back to learning your lines and stop moping about your boyfriend not loving you."
He started to point out the two unfounded statements in her command, but it was useless. Katie had already caught his tiny, dopey, ridiculously hopeful smile.
~
The second Sam yelled, "That's a wrap, everyone!" Evan sighed with relief as he reached for one of the towels under the mattress.
Finally.
"Don't look so happy," Trent grumbled as he rolled off the set bed. "This wasn't exactly a picnic for me, either."
Evan ignored him, already tugging on his jeans and leaving that damn set behind. Not his best performance, sure, but he didn't care. It was over. And now maybe David would stop treating him like he'd vanish into thin air at any given second.
"Scientists are supposed to be the logical ones," he mumbled to himself as he shoved through the set doors on the way to his dressing room. He should've seen it coming, though; it was his own fault. "Christmas bonuses are overrated, anyway."
"Says who?"
And just like that fateful moment so many weeks ago, Evan looked up only to run head first into a very solid, very familiar wall. His hands instinctively flew up to brace himself, and they landed somewhere over the vicinity of David's heart.
"You're gonna kill me one of these days," he laughed a little breathlessly, enjoying the steady rhythm of the pulse beneath his fingers; it quickened slightly when he curled them inward.
"There are worse ways to go." David was smiling at him, and for the first time in days Evan didn't see a trace of the sad, resigned longing in his eyes. "Although I'd hate to think I was capable of scaring someone to death."
It felt so incredibly good to simply touch him; there had never been an opportunity for simple touches these past few weeks, not when David seemed nearly frantic to get Evan naked whenever Evan showed up on his doorstep. The sex that followed was always fast and intense, and once the sweat started to cool David would begin listing his many reasons for why Evan couldn't stay.
"I go jogging at five and then spend the rest of the day puttering around that sea of plant life out there in my dining room," he'd said one night as he gently slid out of Evan's arms and started to dress. "You don't want to be around for that excitement, trust me." He'd laughed at his own self mockery, but Evan barely noticed; he was too busy hating the way David was so quick to leave the bed and avoid Evan's eyes.
He also carefully avoided the irony and the disturbing familiarity of David's actions, now being viewed from the other side.
"Maybe I do want to stick around," Evan replied, sounding more grumpy than good-natured. "Ever think of that?"
David had turned back to the bed, completely clothed, and kissed the top of Evan's head. "You don't have to humor me, you know." Then he left the room.
Evan's shoot the following day had been god-awful, and he blamed it on the lack of sleep.
He wanted to believe there was some hope in the fact that David was back here, at the studio, where David had been scarce the past few weeks. But their script was finally finished, and it occurred to Evan with a bit of melancholy disappointment that David had no choice but show his face.
"You've seen the script?" Evan asked as he reluctantly released David's shirt and took a step back.
"Yeah. It's pretty good, Teyla did a really nice job."
Against his better judgment, Evan smirked. "What, now you're a script editor?"
"Hey, I have standards." And to Evan's sudden and unexpected pleasure, David leaned in and skimmed his lips over Evan's cheek, whispering, "I don't play doctor to just anyone."
Evan should've felt lame over how easily he shivered, how easily his eyes slipped shut and his mouth parted on a soft, needy breath. He'd never been this easy before, never.
Instead, he fisted his hands again in David's shirt, pulling him close, not giving a flying fuck that they were standing in the middle of the hallway and anyone could see them. If being easy meant having David look at him like that--like nothing else in the world mattered but them--so be it.
"I'll never sign on for a Christmas bonus ever again, I swear," he sighed against David's mouth, and he could feel David shiver, too.
"But I don't want to tell you how to run your life." David's hands cupped the back of Evan's neck, thumbs framing his jaw. "You'd resent me for it in the end, and I...couldn't live with that."
Evan slid his hands over David's rib cage and circled them back until his arms wrapped around David in a loose hold. He wasn't going to rush this. "But you could live with being miserable and alone?"
David shrugged, and for some reason that made Evan laugh. "Stupid fucking scientists," he mumbled, nipping the edge of David's bottom lip right before his tongue slid into his mouth, deep and wet, making David inhale sharply and whimper in that high-pitched tone that was both adorable and sexy as hell.
The kiss grew longer, more heated, and as Evan began tugging at David's shirt, thinking rushing was now a very good idea, he heard a voice behind him say, "Seriously, guys? The dressing rooms are two feet away."
They broke apart, and before Evan could look over his shoulder, David said, his cheeks bright pink, "Thank you, Rodney."
Evan rolled his eyes and turned around. Sure enough, there stood McKay, hands on his hips and looking quite put out.
And John was off the side, leaning his shoulder lazily against the wall with his arms crossed. He smiled and waved.
"Don't you two have somewhere to be?" Evan asked, and again he sounded like a grumpy kid. A possessive, horny, grumpy kid.
"Naw, I thought we'd take in a show," John drawled. "Don't stop on account of us, by all means."
McKay huffed. "God, don't encourage them."
"Like you weren't just the tiniest bit enthralled."
"If someone doesn't practice some discretion around here, who will? It's called professionalism."
John shook his head and pushed off the wall. As he walked casually past David and Evan, he said, "I don't know, seeing Lorne all dopey and in love is pretty damn entertaining." He winked at David while Evan's heart went into several small convulsions.
But Evan didn't deny it. Hell, if Sheppard could tell, then surely David...
He watched variations of emotion play out in David's blue eyes, from disbelief to hope to fear. No, David didn't know. The smartest guy Evan had ever met in his life, and he didn't have a clue.
"You...you really didn't...how could you not...?" Evan stammered, losing words and loving David more because of it.
David shrugged helplessly. "I...I guess it was too much to hope for," he said in the softest voice Evan had ever heard, and then Evan could do nothing but kiss him and kiss him and prove him wrong.
They were oblivious to Rodney's, "Ugh, drama," as he and John continued down the hall, or John's reply of, "You're such a romantic, McKay."
~
Elizabeth sat in her dark office with Laura, watching the footage Sam had shot that day.
On screen, Evan as Major Eric Adept storms through the sliding doors of the quarters, full of rage and anxiety. "What the hell do you think you're doing, doc?"
David as Doctor Devon Perilla looks up from the suitcase he's packing. "I'm leaving," he says in a strained voice. "I thought that was obvious."
"So you were just going to leave the city and not tell me? Just let me come here and find you gone?" His words grow faster as his panic becomes evident.
"Eri--Major..." David sighs and looks away. "I almost got you killed during that last mission. You nearly paid for a stupid mistake on my part with your life." He slams the suitcase shut. "I'm a distraction." His voice falters slightly, but he clears his throat to mask it.
Evan crosses the room, grabbing David by arm and jerking him around to face him. "I'm your team leader--let me decide who's a distraction and who's not. That's my job."
"Yes, you are," David replies softly. "But this is a decision that has to be made for you."
"Then let the Colonel make it."
"No." He pulls away from Evan, his eyes wide and bright and sad. "I won't be responsible for your death, Major. I won't."
"Devon..." A stricken look flashes over Evan's face, and then suddenly he's crushing David's body to his, kissing him with force and desperation. For a second David's body visibly tenses, then soon relaxes against him, and Evan begins to almost violently rid David of his clothes, only letting their mouths part long enough to plead, "Don't go, please don't go, I need you, I need you here..."
David moans, digging his hands into Evan's biceps with white-knuckle force, and soon they're falling back onto the unmade bed. The open suitcase falls to floor, forgotten.
They undress each other hurriedly, but they refuse to let their bodies part long enough to shed their clothes; Evan sits up to skim his uniform trousers off and David gasps, "Too far"; David draws back to kick his boots off and Evan growls, "Takin' too long." Every movement is punctuated with sighs and groans filled with longing and anxious desire.
When they're finally naked, Evan braces himself over David, his arms bracketing David's shoulders, muscles strained, hips rocking slowly, and gasps, "Please, Devon..."
David reaches up and places both hands on Evan's cheeks. He closes his eyes as he pulls Evan in, kissing him almost chastely. "Yes," he whispers against his mouth. "Yes..."
The lube is close at hand, and David takes it from Evan, coats his hand liberally and reaches down to take both their cocks in hand. His long fingers close around them together and he pumps once, making Evan cry out and jerk his hips. David strokes them again, and again, until Evan swears roughly and says, "I can't wait anymore," and David licks his lips and draws his knees up, spreading his legs.
Evan slicks his index and middle finger and gently eases them inside David's ass, but David groans and says, "Not enough." Evan pushes deeper, bending them slightly, and David starts to beg even as his hips thrust up to fuck Evan's hand.
"Eric, god, please...do it..." Eric comes out sounding very much like Evan.
"What do you want?" Evan breathes, pulling his fingers nearly all the way out. "Tell me."
"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, please."
Evan pulls his hand away and lines his hips up, letting the wet tip of his cock trace the curve of David's ass. He pauses for moment at David's opening, says, "I love you so fucking much," and shoves home.
His thrusts are short but never punishing, and they quickly gather speed as David claws at his skin, their bodies shiny with sweat, and says over and over, "Love you....love you..."
Evan comes first, his shoulders shaking with the force of his orgasm, and David immediately follows suit, his come splattering across his stomach. With what little strength his has left, Evan trails his hand through the sticky wetness and then, eyes locked on David, slowly licks his fingers clean.
David gives a loud, huffy, "Oh," before Evan's arms give out, and he collapses on the bed. He rolls onto his side and tucks his face into the crook of David's neck, right where it meets his shoulder.
"So...you'll stay?" Evan asks quietly, sounding young and a little unsure.
David, still flat on his back and gasping for breath, turns his head on the pillow to face Evan. A long, silent moment goes by, but then David reaches up and brushes his thumb over Evan's mouth.
"Yes," he finally says, breaking into a brilliant, beautiful dimpled smile. "Yes, Major, I'll stay."
The screen slowly faded to black. Elizabeth let out a long breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and glanced at Laura.
There were tears in her eyes.
"Yeah," Elizabeth said as she hit the stop button. "Showtime never stood a chance."
Author: foxxcub
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: NC-17
Vetted by: khohen1
Betad by: khohen1 and halfdutch
Warnings: none
Author's Note: For lillyjk. Also, many thanks to lamardeuse for the inspiration, and khohen1 for demanding the McShep cameo. *g*
Summary: Everyone wanted Evan, and it wasn't as if some soul-deep sex and a fantastic dinner date between the two of them made that fact any less true.
From outside the door of Club Revelations, David could almost smell the sweat and the heat mixing with the throbbing bass of techno. He chewed his bottom lip and said as casually as possible, "You know, I think we really should just go back home and--"
"No way, you made it this far." Evan grinned at him over his shoulder as the bouncer guy said something about how great it was to see Evan around again, which did nothing to calm David's nerves.
Then the bouncer said, "No cover for you tonight, Sex Star!" He smirked at David. "But for your friend, it's still fifteen bucks."
To his horror, David felt his cheeks go hot as he fumbled for his wallet. Wonderful. Of course Evan was a regular.
Evan waved him off. "I got it, it's no problem," he said as he paid the guy, and David wanted to agree. It wasn't a problem at all; he knew Evan's past history was on the sordid side. But that was the past, and things were different now...sort of...maybe...
The door closed behind them and they were enveloped by the smoky, filtered light that felt too hot, too close. David tugged at the neck of his snug navy t-shirt--a product of Katie and her genius idea to help dress him for the evening ("Trust me, you look hot. It's a little small, but it works.")--and glanced over at Evan.
He was grinning like the prodigal son just returned home.
"Um." David practically had to shout over the bass. "You want a drink or something?"
Evan swung the grin back at David, and for a second David lost his breath. God, he really was Clark Kent, and Evan's smiles were his kryptonite.
"Yeah, but I know the bartender. You hang out here, I'll go nab us some free ones." He leaned close as he spoke, pressed his nose right up under David's ear, his lips grazing the skin of his neck. "By the way, did I mention your hair's fucking sexy as hell?"
David blushed again, pleased beyond reason. "Ah, no, but thanks." It was another result of Katie's prepping, who insisted on giving David "The Sheppard Look", which consisted of scrubbing her gel-covered hands through his hair for a good five minutes. Afterwards, she'd sat back, said, "Wow, you look like you've just been thoroughly fucked," and David couldn't wait to get to Evan's place.
"I probably should keep my eye on you tonight," Evan breathed against his neck, and how was it possible that he could whisper like that and David could hear every word, even over the demanding pulse of the music? "I know every guy in here will."
David snorted, and he had a perfectly good retort ready until Evan slid his hand lightly over the small of his back, right where the edge of his jeans met the hem of his shirt, which, being a size too small, had inched up enough to expose a strip of bare skin.
He could feel Evan's nails scrape back and forth there; all coherent thought in his brain evaporated.
"You...you overestimate...my charms," David finally gasped, letting his hands curl around Evan's biceps. His words were lost in the controlled chaos of the club, but Evan looked up and smiled.
"We'll see." He winked at David, and his hand lingered before it dropped away at the last second as he turned to walk to the bar. David missed its heat instantly.
He leaned back against an empty patch of wall facing the dance floor and watched Evan swerve neatly through the crush of bodies on his way to the bar. It was a strange yet thrilling sensation to be able to watch him out in public with possessive eyes; he wasn't quite used to thinking of Evan as his without feeling a small rush of guilt. Or wanting to pinch himself awake.
David could see Evan at the bar now, finally, and the bartender obviously knew him, if the wide smile and pat on Evan's shoulder meant anything. Evan leaned in and said something in the guy's ear--it was really loud, after all--and the guy pulled back and nodded, a glint in his eye that made David uneasy. Which was utterly ridiculous; there was no way he could see a glint of any kind from this distance.
But his imagination was evidently having some fun, because another guy was suddenly sliding up behind Evan, and David distinctly saw the guy grab Evan's ass.
Oh, God.
~
"Long time no see, hot stuff."
Evan knew the voice before he even turned around--Jamie, a guy he used to mess around with about six months ago. He was blonde, ripped, and got off on the fact that Evan fucked other guys on camera for a living...which pretty much summed up the majority of the guys in this place who'd smiled and nodded at Evan the moment he'd walked through the door.
He used to love it, too; Christ, he'd once considered his time here to be a highlight of his career, his life. Evan Lorne, Revelations's own celebrity. It used to have a great ring to it.
"Yeah, I took some time off," Evan replied. He gave Jamie his usual cool smile of indifference, the one that was both sexy and unreadable.
"You've really been missed around here, you know." Jamie didn't move his hand from Evan's ass; he simply cupped him harder and pressed closer. "I've really missed you."
It was probably the wrong moment to let his eyes wander in search of David, but all Evan could think was, Damn, he's watching this. Sure enough, he found him standing off to one side of the dance floor, slumped against the wall and attempting to hide the same wounded look that never failed to make Evan feel like shit. He'd already seen that look more than enough this week.
The whole evening had seemed like such a good idea in his head when he'd asked David out after the shoot, and it had been good up until now. Dinner had held a new-found intimacy that they were both learning and growing accustomed to, and ever since he'd felt David's hand brush across his knee beneath the table as the waiter left the check, he'd been smiling like an idiot.
So what the hell had made him think taking David to a place that was almost a physical embodiment of his past indiscretions was so great?
He stepped smoothly out of Jamie's grasp. "That's real sweet, kid, but we're old news. Hate to break it to you." He tried to keep his smile casual and nonchalant, but his eyes kept flicking in David's direction.
Jamie followed his gaze, glancing over his shoulder at David. "So you are with him. I saw you two come in together, but I didn't actually believe you'd..." He suddenly laughed, shaking his head at Evan. "Jesus, Evan, I didn't think you went for the innocent-puppy types. What's he do, walk little old ladies across the street in his spare time?"
No, he studies plants and fucks me blind on the side. "There's more to him than you'd ever know."
Jamie rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Whatever, the sex must be phenomenal." He dropped his arms and left David alone just as Martin, the bartender (and yeah, Evan had spent a night or two with him as well, but that wasn't important), set his drinks down.
"Two vodka tonics on the house," he said, and then, where only Evan could hear, "If things don't work out with you and the bean pole, give me a call."
Evan just smiled and tried to ignore the slight panic in his gut.
~
David knew there was nothing to be upset about. Everyone wanted Evan, and it wasn't as if some soul-deep sex and a fantastic dinner date between the two of them made that fact any less true. And if he was being brutally honest with himself, they'd yet to really talk about the finer details of their relationship. David saying "I love you" a couple of times didn't bind Evan to him at all, and besides, Evan had only agreed to believe him. He'd never said the words in return.
By the time Evan had made his way back from the bar, David was utterly depressed and feeling like a damn moron for wanting things that just weren't there yet, and might not ever be.
"You're a vodka guy, right?" Evan asked as he handed David his drink. "Never seen you drink anything but beer, but I figured what the hell." He seemed anxious, and David noticed the way his hand started to reach out as if to touch him, but pulled back at the last second.
Twenty minutes in this place and Evan was already regretting bringing him along. David wanted to sink into the wall and disappear.
"Thanks," he replied, staring into his glass.
Then he felt Evan's hand on his arm, cupping his elbow. He looked up without raising his head, wanting to back away but not having the strength once he saw the flicker of worry in Evan's eyes.
"Hey, that was nothing, okay?" He didn't have to ask, and David's heart sort of flipped over. "That guy was...he was just..." Evan swore under his breath, then added in a rush, "He thinks I'm the same person I was a month or so ago. But I'm not."
David didn't know what to say, so he nodded like he understood, and he did. He understood a little too well that the life Evan lead before David came along wasn't simply going to vanish overnight.
Evan sighed in relief and grabbed the back of David's neck, pulling him down for a fast kiss. When they parted, he gave David a wicked grin. "Dance with me?"
Of course, he wouldn't say no. There wasn't much of anything he'd deny Evan, even when his heart ached.
~
Elizabeth hung up the phone and looked across her desk at Laura and Sam. "Well, it's worse than we thought. Colin has pneumonia and is on doctor's orders to stay in bed for the next two weeks, if not longer."
"This would happen right now, wouldn't it?" Laura moaned as she dropped her head in her hands. "Crappy, crappy timing."
Sam drummed her fingers on her knee. "Couldn't we just substitute John and Rodney? They never seem to mind the extra work."
Elizabeth shook her head. "I wish it was that easy, but Showtime wants variety, and if we give them a slew of the same two guys in different settings, they'll say we're not fulfilling our part of the contract."
"Trent's gonna be pissed," Sam said. Trent was Colin's usual partner, and Sam had directed the two of them in a fairly successful short series of construction worker films. They weren't John and Rodney by any means, but they were reliable and made GPFG Studios a nice take, and they'd been commissioned to make a new series as part of the lucrative, brand-spanking new deal Showtime had made with GPFG.
But now with Colin temporarily out of the picture...
"Wait!" Laura snapped her fingers. "Didn't Evan work with Trent awhile back?"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I believe he did."
"What if Evan stood in for Colin for a film or two? He kind of looks like Colin in profile, and at least we'd be able to give Showtime something until Colin recovers."
There was a long moment of silence. Then Sam said quietly, "Um, what about David?"
Laura shrugged. "We're shooting their stuff later, remember? Teyla's still working on the script."
"That's not exactly what I meant." Sam sighed. "Would you have John fill in for another guy?"
"Of course not, Rodney would flip!"
Sam pursed her lips.
Laura suddenly flushed. "Oh."
Elizabeth smiled. "I say we tell Evan about the situation at hand and let him decide."
"Without David present?" Laura asked.
Elizabeth tapped her pen against her desk blotter and replied carefully, "It's Evan's decision."
~
It didn't help matters that Evan had seen David exactly once in six days. He told himself it was due to their schedules--they were waiting on a new script and David was finishing some research--and not David trying to studiously avoid him. Not that Evan thought David had a reason to avoid him or anything...
Yeah, that was another little white lie Evan held on to, one of many that helped ease his mind about the night at the club and why David never seemed the same afterwards.
He broke into a cold sweat as he rang David's doorbell. I'm doing the studio a big favor, and it's kind of like a Christmas bonus in advance. No big deal. He kept his explanation on repeat in his brain until David answered the door, his hands filthy and a smudge of dirt on his cheek.
"Oh. Hey. I was just, uh, taking some stats." David wiped his hands on his jeans, which were also covered in what appeared to be top soil. "And doing some repotting," he added sheepishly.
Evan rocked back on his heels and tried not to fidget. He wanted to ease into it, maybe get David on the couch and make out for awhile until David couldn't even remember his own name, was mindless and pawing and begging and saying Evan's name in that deep, breathless way of his--
Evan cleared his throat. "I have to tell you something."
He hated the way David's throat bobbed. "Want to come in first?"
"Sure."
In the background he could see various potted plants of all sizes littering David's kitchen and dining room table, his laptop and legal pads strewn amongst the greenery. There was dirt scattered everywhere.
"Sorry I interrupted you," Evan said lamely as he stood in the living room, his hands clasped behind his back.
"It's alright, I could use a break." He rubbed his nose absently with the back of his dirty hand, making the smudge on his cheek worse.
It suddenly hit Evan like a slug to the chest just how much he'd missed him in six days.
He couldn't help himself; he watched David's eyes go wide and dark as he closed the distance between them and laid his hands flat against David's stomach. Evan felt him gasp softly, his abdomen muscles convulsing under Evan's fingers. He slid his palms higher, remembering the feel of his skin, every curve and dip; his thumbs met in the hollow of David's throat and swept back and forth in a circular motion as the rest of his fingers laced together at the base of David's skull.
"Missed you," Evan whispered before he tugged David's mouth to his, not meaning to say it out loud but liking the consequences, especially when David groaned and nearly melted against him. And god, did Evan love having that big body pressed to his.
David's weight caused Evan to stumble backwards, and they ended up slamming into the wall beside the door. It felt like deja vu, only this time there was no "rehearsal" involved.
Things spiraled out of control faster than Evan had intended, and the next thing he knew, they'd shed their shirts and David's hand was yanking the buttons of Evan's fly open. Evan licked his lips, tried to form the words to tell him to wait, they needed to talk first, but then David started rubbing his palm over the slick precome at the tip of Evan's dick.
"I...oh, fuck, yeah--" He made the mistake of watching David's slick hand circle his cock and start to pump him, deep and slightly rough. Evan swallowed, already feeling the tightening rush, and just as he tried to run baseball stats through his head to reign himself in, he glanced up to find David's eyes full of intensity and heat.
"Don't hold back," David growled, which promptly obliterated what was left of Evan's resolve. He thrust his hips into David's perfect hand and came sharp and hard, gasping David's name.
Evan dropped his head back against the wall with a loud thunk as he remembered how to breathe. He swore he could see stars.
"I got you all dirty," David mumbled, nuzzling Evan's neck.
"'s okay, I'll live." He sounded drunk.
"What did you need to tell me?"
"Uh..." Christ, there was no way he could tell him now, not with his cock still half hard and David wrapped around him, smelling like earth and sex. "Nothing."
"I saw that look on your face. It was pretty serious." He could feel David smile against his temple; he was teasing him, and it made Evan want to groan with contentment.
"I can be serious all I want," he drawled, looping his arms around David's waist.
David chuckled, a soft rumble in his throat. He snuggled closer, oblivious of their sticky, dirt-smeared skin, and rested his forehead against Evan's.
"I missed you, too," he said around a sigh, and yeah, this was all Evan needed. Nothing else mattered at the moment but David's warm breath on his cheek and his unspoken acknowledgement that somehow, everything was better now.
And yet, there was the small matter of Evan agreeing to a side project for GPFG. A side project that didn't include David, and that thought sounded ten times worse now than it had earlier that afternoon in Elizabeth's office.
"It's only a few oral scenes," she'd told him in a level tone, her hands folded neatly on her desk. Evan had never seen her so formal with him before. "Sam mostly wants to shoot you in profile and then get reaction shots from Trent. We just want to have something from their series in the can for Showtime--they're very eager to start airing as soon as possible."
Evan had found himself thinking back to how he would've handled the situation a month ago, and it made him smirk to himself in an odd way.
Elizabeth frowned. "Evan? You don't have to do this. No one's forcing you by any means; it's just that we're in a pinch. I understand if you feel--"
"No, it's okay." He'd remembered to smile at the last second. "I'm your go-to guy, after all. Can't ruin my reputation." A reputation he didn't really care about anymore.
But work is work.
Evan always lied best when he lied to himself.
"I'm shooting tomorrow," he suddenly blurted out to David.
"Oh." David sounded confused instead of angry; he lifted his head a fraction, and his shy smile after everything they'd just done made Evan almost shove him to the floor and fuck him through the carpet. "I, um, didn't know our script was ready. I've been so lost in my research lately..."
The wave of lust faded instantly. "It's...it's not ready. I'm...filling in. For Colin." He wished the words didn't taste so sour in his mouth, and that Elizabeth had talked him out of the whole thing.
He could've handled David's anger; he half expected a rant, a shove, anything that would demonstrate his hurt over Evan being stupid and weak. Because that's what Evan knew he deserved.
Instead, David looked calm.
"For the Showtime thing, right?" he asked. Like they were discussing spreadsheets and pie charts.
"Yeah. Colin's out with pneumonia. It's just some oral stuff, that's all, and I don't even--"
David kissed him into silence, and that certainly wasn't what Evan expected. "You don't have to explain yourself to me." He skimmed his hand over Evan's cheek as he ground their hips together in a lazy roll.
"But..." He didn't understand what was going on, was trying hard to figure out some hidden meaning behind David's slow, wet kisses as his brain slowly dissolved into horny mush. "Don't you--?"
"Sshh." David thrust a little harder, his hands splayed against the wall above Evan's shoulders. "We've talked enough."
The deep, edgy pitch of his voice sounded strange, but Evan couldn't decipher it just then. David pinned him against the wall once more and Evan was lost in the sounds and the heat and the feel...
There wasn't room in his brain for anything else.
~
"Where the hell have you been?" Katie stood in the doorway of David's dressing room, arms crossed and looking pissed as hell.
David scrunched down in his chair and buried his nose in his script. "Home. Research."
"For two weeks? You haven't even called me."
"I told you. Research."
"Uh-huh." She marched across the room and jerked the script out of his hands. "Teyla finished this thing five days ago, David. And you're telling me you just now happened to waltz in and take a look at it?"
He finally looked up at her, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Yes."
Katie rolled her eyes. "Bullshit. You've been avoiding the studio since Evan started filming with Trent."
"I haven't been avoiding anything. I have obligations and responsibilities, and so what if Evan's doing some stupid shoot with some guy I couldn't possibly care less about? We're both adults, and quite frankly, this place comes in a distant second to my doctoral candidacy."
She knelt on the floor in front of the chair and laid her hands on his knees. "Oh, hon. This really got to you, didn't it?"
"No, I--"
"It's not personal at all, it's his job--"
"I'm well aware of that." Damn it all if he didn't feel his voice catch. "Which is why it's not my place to say...to say anything."
"Not your place?" Katie shook her head. "Listen to you! A few weeks ago you were going on about fate and destiny and all that crap, and now you're giving up?"
"Not giving up. I'm..." He sighed and rubbed both hands over his face. "I'm facing reality."
"Which is?"
"What you just said. It's his job." David felt tired suddenly, like he hadn't slept in days, and really, he hadn't. He'd made excuses after excuses to keep Evan from staying over, because he refused to let himself get too accustomed to the feel of waking up next to Evan's solid, warm body curled possessively around him. Because when Evan eventually grew tired of the routine, David didn't think he'd be able to go back to sleeping alone again. Granted, he wasn't sleeping now, but that was beside the point.
Katie leaned in and cupped his cheek. "I've seen him, you know. I've been at every shoot."
David couldn't hold back the painful wince. "I don't need the details."
"He said your name once during a scene. I thought Trent would slug him. Sam thought it was cute."
"I told you, I don't need--" He blinked and sat up. "He what?"
"Said your name. Twice, actually. And Elizabeth is already starting to complain about the editing work that's going to have to take place in order to take out all of Evan's forlorn looks. Sam kept telling him, 'You're getting a blow job, not a pink slip'."
David sat in silence, his mind attempting the image of Evan looking sad and pitiful while getting head. It was damn near impossible, but he knew Katie wouldn't lie simply to make him feel better.
"He...he said my name?"
Katie smacked his shoulder, but she was giggling fondly. "Yes, you big dork. He looked miserable, and let me tell you, I never, ever thought I'd say the words 'miserable', 'Evan Lorne', and 'porn' in the same sentence." She picked up the neglected script off the floor and handed it back to David.
"Now go back to learning your lines and stop moping about your boyfriend not loving you."
He started to point out the two unfounded statements in her command, but it was useless. Katie had already caught his tiny, dopey, ridiculously hopeful smile.
~
The second Sam yelled, "That's a wrap, everyone!" Evan sighed with relief as he reached for one of the towels under the mattress.
Finally.
"Don't look so happy," Trent grumbled as he rolled off the set bed. "This wasn't exactly a picnic for me, either."
Evan ignored him, already tugging on his jeans and leaving that damn set behind. Not his best performance, sure, but he didn't care. It was over. And now maybe David would stop treating him like he'd vanish into thin air at any given second.
"Scientists are supposed to be the logical ones," he mumbled to himself as he shoved through the set doors on the way to his dressing room. He should've seen it coming, though; it was his own fault. "Christmas bonuses are overrated, anyway."
"Says who?"
And just like that fateful moment so many weeks ago, Evan looked up only to run head first into a very solid, very familiar wall. His hands instinctively flew up to brace himself, and they landed somewhere over the vicinity of David's heart.
"You're gonna kill me one of these days," he laughed a little breathlessly, enjoying the steady rhythm of the pulse beneath his fingers; it quickened slightly when he curled them inward.
"There are worse ways to go." David was smiling at him, and for the first time in days Evan didn't see a trace of the sad, resigned longing in his eyes. "Although I'd hate to think I was capable of scaring someone to death."
It felt so incredibly good to simply touch him; there had never been an opportunity for simple touches these past few weeks, not when David seemed nearly frantic to get Evan naked whenever Evan showed up on his doorstep. The sex that followed was always fast and intense, and once the sweat started to cool David would begin listing his many reasons for why Evan couldn't stay.
"I go jogging at five and then spend the rest of the day puttering around that sea of plant life out there in my dining room," he'd said one night as he gently slid out of Evan's arms and started to dress. "You don't want to be around for that excitement, trust me." He'd laughed at his own self mockery, but Evan barely noticed; he was too busy hating the way David was so quick to leave the bed and avoid Evan's eyes.
He also carefully avoided the irony and the disturbing familiarity of David's actions, now being viewed from the other side.
"Maybe I do want to stick around," Evan replied, sounding more grumpy than good-natured. "Ever think of that?"
David had turned back to the bed, completely clothed, and kissed the top of Evan's head. "You don't have to humor me, you know." Then he left the room.
Evan's shoot the following day had been god-awful, and he blamed it on the lack of sleep.
He wanted to believe there was some hope in the fact that David was back here, at the studio, where David had been scarce the past few weeks. But their script was finally finished, and it occurred to Evan with a bit of melancholy disappointment that David had no choice but show his face.
"You've seen the script?" Evan asked as he reluctantly released David's shirt and took a step back.
"Yeah. It's pretty good, Teyla did a really nice job."
Against his better judgment, Evan smirked. "What, now you're a script editor?"
"Hey, I have standards." And to Evan's sudden and unexpected pleasure, David leaned in and skimmed his lips over Evan's cheek, whispering, "I don't play doctor to just anyone."
Evan should've felt lame over how easily he shivered, how easily his eyes slipped shut and his mouth parted on a soft, needy breath. He'd never been this easy before, never.
Instead, he fisted his hands again in David's shirt, pulling him close, not giving a flying fuck that they were standing in the middle of the hallway and anyone could see them. If being easy meant having David look at him like that--like nothing else in the world mattered but them--so be it.
"I'll never sign on for a Christmas bonus ever again, I swear," he sighed against David's mouth, and he could feel David shiver, too.
"But I don't want to tell you how to run your life." David's hands cupped the back of Evan's neck, thumbs framing his jaw. "You'd resent me for it in the end, and I...couldn't live with that."
Evan slid his hands over David's rib cage and circled them back until his arms wrapped around David in a loose hold. He wasn't going to rush this. "But you could live with being miserable and alone?"
David shrugged, and for some reason that made Evan laugh. "Stupid fucking scientists," he mumbled, nipping the edge of David's bottom lip right before his tongue slid into his mouth, deep and wet, making David inhale sharply and whimper in that high-pitched tone that was both adorable and sexy as hell.
The kiss grew longer, more heated, and as Evan began tugging at David's shirt, thinking rushing was now a very good idea, he heard a voice behind him say, "Seriously, guys? The dressing rooms are two feet away."
They broke apart, and before Evan could look over his shoulder, David said, his cheeks bright pink, "Thank you, Rodney."
Evan rolled his eyes and turned around. Sure enough, there stood McKay, hands on his hips and looking quite put out.
And John was off the side, leaning his shoulder lazily against the wall with his arms crossed. He smiled and waved.
"Don't you two have somewhere to be?" Evan asked, and again he sounded like a grumpy kid. A possessive, horny, grumpy kid.
"Naw, I thought we'd take in a show," John drawled. "Don't stop on account of us, by all means."
McKay huffed. "God, don't encourage them."
"Like you weren't just the tiniest bit enthralled."
"If someone doesn't practice some discretion around here, who will? It's called professionalism."
John shook his head and pushed off the wall. As he walked casually past David and Evan, he said, "I don't know, seeing Lorne all dopey and in love is pretty damn entertaining." He winked at David while Evan's heart went into several small convulsions.
But Evan didn't deny it. Hell, if Sheppard could tell, then surely David...
He watched variations of emotion play out in David's blue eyes, from disbelief to hope to fear. No, David didn't know. The smartest guy Evan had ever met in his life, and he didn't have a clue.
"You...you really didn't...how could you not...?" Evan stammered, losing words and loving David more because of it.
David shrugged helplessly. "I...I guess it was too much to hope for," he said in the softest voice Evan had ever heard, and then Evan could do nothing but kiss him and kiss him and prove him wrong.
They were oblivious to Rodney's, "Ugh, drama," as he and John continued down the hall, or John's reply of, "You're such a romantic, McKay."
~
Elizabeth sat in her dark office with Laura, watching the footage Sam had shot that day.
On screen, Evan as Major Eric Adept storms through the sliding doors of the quarters, full of rage and anxiety. "What the hell do you think you're doing, doc?"
David as Doctor Devon Perilla looks up from the suitcase he's packing. "I'm leaving," he says in a strained voice. "I thought that was obvious."
"So you were just going to leave the city and not tell me? Just let me come here and find you gone?" His words grow faster as his panic becomes evident.
"Eri--Major..." David sighs and looks away. "I almost got you killed during that last mission. You nearly paid for a stupid mistake on my part with your life." He slams the suitcase shut. "I'm a distraction." His voice falters slightly, but he clears his throat to mask it.
Evan crosses the room, grabbing David by arm and jerking him around to face him. "I'm your team leader--let me decide who's a distraction and who's not. That's my job."
"Yes, you are," David replies softly. "But this is a decision that has to be made for you."
"Then let the Colonel make it."
"No." He pulls away from Evan, his eyes wide and bright and sad. "I won't be responsible for your death, Major. I won't."
"Devon..." A stricken look flashes over Evan's face, and then suddenly he's crushing David's body to his, kissing him with force and desperation. For a second David's body visibly tenses, then soon relaxes against him, and Evan begins to almost violently rid David of his clothes, only letting their mouths part long enough to plead, "Don't go, please don't go, I need you, I need you here..."
David moans, digging his hands into Evan's biceps with white-knuckle force, and soon they're falling back onto the unmade bed. The open suitcase falls to floor, forgotten.
They undress each other hurriedly, but they refuse to let their bodies part long enough to shed their clothes; Evan sits up to skim his uniform trousers off and David gasps, "Too far"; David draws back to kick his boots off and Evan growls, "Takin' too long." Every movement is punctuated with sighs and groans filled with longing and anxious desire.
When they're finally naked, Evan braces himself over David, his arms bracketing David's shoulders, muscles strained, hips rocking slowly, and gasps, "Please, Devon..."
David reaches up and places both hands on Evan's cheeks. He closes his eyes as he pulls Evan in, kissing him almost chastely. "Yes," he whispers against his mouth. "Yes..."
The lube is close at hand, and David takes it from Evan, coats his hand liberally and reaches down to take both their cocks in hand. His long fingers close around them together and he pumps once, making Evan cry out and jerk his hips. David strokes them again, and again, until Evan swears roughly and says, "I can't wait anymore," and David licks his lips and draws his knees up, spreading his legs.
Evan slicks his index and middle finger and gently eases them inside David's ass, but David groans and says, "Not enough." Evan pushes deeper, bending them slightly, and David starts to beg even as his hips thrust up to fuck Evan's hand.
"Eric, god, please...do it..." Eric comes out sounding very much like Evan.
"What do you want?" Evan breathes, pulling his fingers nearly all the way out. "Tell me."
"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, please."
Evan pulls his hand away and lines his hips up, letting the wet tip of his cock trace the curve of David's ass. He pauses for moment at David's opening, says, "I love you so fucking much," and shoves home.
His thrusts are short but never punishing, and they quickly gather speed as David claws at his skin, their bodies shiny with sweat, and says over and over, "Love you....love you..."
Evan comes first, his shoulders shaking with the force of his orgasm, and David immediately follows suit, his come splattering across his stomach. With what little strength his has left, Evan trails his hand through the sticky wetness and then, eyes locked on David, slowly licks his fingers clean.
David gives a loud, huffy, "Oh," before Evan's arms give out, and he collapses on the bed. He rolls onto his side and tucks his face into the crook of David's neck, right where it meets his shoulder.
"So...you'll stay?" Evan asks quietly, sounding young and a little unsure.
David, still flat on his back and gasping for breath, turns his head on the pillow to face Evan. A long, silent moment goes by, but then David reaches up and brushes his thumb over Evan's mouth.
"Yes," he finally says, breaking into a brilliant, beautiful dimpled smile. "Yes, Major, I'll stay."
The screen slowly faded to black. Elizabeth let out a long breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and glanced at Laura.
There were tears in her eyes.
"Yeah," Elizabeth said as she hit the stop button. "Showtime never stood a chance."