Wardrobe Dysfunction by Yin, McKay/Sheppard, NC-17
*Ha! Here's me, late for my own challenge! However, there are no deadlines in Yin's world, so please feel free to post "Men In Uniform" stories any time. I'll post a new challenge later.*
Title: Wardrobe Dysfunction
Author: yin_again
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Vetted By: tesserae_
Summary: Written for the "Men in Uuniform" challenge. "Those pants look complicated."
Wardrobe Dysfunction
By Yin
"I'm not sure about this at all," Rodney said, looking at the clothes that Charin, the wardrobe mistress, had just carried into the dressing room. "Those pants look complicated."
The little grey-haired lady turned her bright eyes on McKay and raised one finger. "These trousers are totally accurate and authentic! You will put them on and say nothing more about it!" With that, she stormed off, and Rodney could hear John trying not to laugh. It wasn't working very well.
"Shut up, you bastard," Rodney said. "You get to wear normal clothes! I hate you."
John was leaning against the wall, shaking with laughter. Rodney watched angrily as he slid down to the floor in a wheezing, giggling heap.
"I hate you so much right now." Rodney scowled first at John, and then at the pants.
#
Sam grinned when John and Rodney entered the set. "Rodney! You look great!"
"What about me?" John said. "Don't I look great?"
Sam flicked her eyes over John's jeans, boots and tight white tee shirt. "Aren't those your street clothes?"
John nodded happily. Rodney elbowed him in the side and scowled, brushing invisible lint off his pristine white jacket. "Can we get this done, please? Some of us are wearing incredibly uncomfortable costumes."
John and Sam exchanged smiles as Rodney stalked onto the stage. It was set up as an assembly line in a factory, except the lights were down low and there was no one there. John took his place as a man working overnight, checking machinery and noting things on a clipboard.
"Ready on set," Sam called. "And, action!"
Rodney walked quietly onto the set, coming up behind John. He dropped a white-gloved hand onto John's shoulder, causing John to jump in surprise and drop his clipboard.
John turned to give Rodney a hard look. "What are you doing here? I thought you said it was over - that I wasn't worth the risk."
"Look," Rodney said gently. "I may have been too hasty…"
John stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. "May have been hasty? May have been?" He looked away, and then back at Rodney. When he spoke again, his voice was low. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and you can't deal with the repercussions - so you dump me and you think you may have been too hasty?"
"I came here to apologize, okay?" Rodney's voice cracked. "I was stupid. I want you back."
John let a small smile break through. "You do?"
Rodney nodded. "I don't care about the rules. I don't care about any of it."
John's smile turned into a grin, and he grabbed Rodney by the shoulders and spun him around, pinning him against a handy piece of equipment. Rodney pulled him in and kissed him deeply. John reached up and unbuttoned the white jacket. He pushed it off Rodney's shoulders and stripped off Rodney's white gloves as it fell.
John pulled back from the kiss and fisted his hands in the top of Rodney's white undershirt. He ripped it down the middle, leaving the two halves in place to frame Rodney's broad chest.
Rodney reached up to tip his hat off and John grabbed his hand. "Leave it," he growled, sinking slowly to his knees. John traced one finger over Rodney's hard cock where it was pressed against the plain front of his white trousers before grabbing the waistband of the pants and ripping the front panel off, sending all thirteen buttons flying.
Rodney looked down in shock as John went down on him. His pants were still on, minus the front, and both of John's hands slipped inside the white fabric and around to clutch his ass.
John pulled Rodney's hips forward and opened his throat, and Rodney could only weave his hands into John's hair and fuck into his mouth over and over, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. One of the hands left his ass, and Rodney could hear John's jeans unzip. He opened his eyes and looked down, mesmerized as always by the image John made - eyes closed, sucking cock, and jerking off to the rhythm of Rodney's thrusts into his mouth.
It was too much. Rodney used both hands to pull John forward, feeling John swallow him down. He heard John make a broken sound around the cock in his mouth and he knew that John was coming. He hoped Lindsey was getting it with the handheld, because it had to be gorgeous, and Rodney was sure that it was one part of the dailies he would claim for himself for repeated viewing.
John pulled off and rested his head against Rodney's hip, panting harshly.
"Cut!" Sam called.
And then some smartass started up the sound system, blasting "Up Where We Belong" over the speakers. Rodney groaned, and John laughed helplessly against his belly.
~end
Note: these are 13-button pants. They don't actually come in white and aren't part of the Navy dress whites, but, damn, they're perfect for porn.
Title: Wardrobe Dysfunction
Author: yin_again
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Vetted By: tesserae_
Summary: Written for the "Men in Uuniform" challenge. "Those pants look complicated."
Wardrobe Dysfunction
By Yin
"I'm not sure about this at all," Rodney said, looking at the clothes that Charin, the wardrobe mistress, had just carried into the dressing room. "Those pants look complicated."
The little grey-haired lady turned her bright eyes on McKay and raised one finger. "These trousers are totally accurate and authentic! You will put them on and say nothing more about it!" With that, she stormed off, and Rodney could hear John trying not to laugh. It wasn't working very well.
"Shut up, you bastard," Rodney said. "You get to wear normal clothes! I hate you."
John was leaning against the wall, shaking with laughter. Rodney watched angrily as he slid down to the floor in a wheezing, giggling heap.
"I hate you so much right now." Rodney scowled first at John, and then at the pants.
#
Sam grinned when John and Rodney entered the set. "Rodney! You look great!"
"What about me?" John said. "Don't I look great?"
Sam flicked her eyes over John's jeans, boots and tight white tee shirt. "Aren't those your street clothes?"
John nodded happily. Rodney elbowed him in the side and scowled, brushing invisible lint off his pristine white jacket. "Can we get this done, please? Some of us are wearing incredibly uncomfortable costumes."
John and Sam exchanged smiles as Rodney stalked onto the stage. It was set up as an assembly line in a factory, except the lights were down low and there was no one there. John took his place as a man working overnight, checking machinery and noting things on a clipboard.
"Ready on set," Sam called. "And, action!"
Rodney walked quietly onto the set, coming up behind John. He dropped a white-gloved hand onto John's shoulder, causing John to jump in surprise and drop his clipboard.
John turned to give Rodney a hard look. "What are you doing here? I thought you said it was over - that I wasn't worth the risk."
"Look," Rodney said gently. "I may have been too hasty…"
John stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. "May have been hasty? May have been?" He looked away, and then back at Rodney. When he spoke again, his voice was low. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and you can't deal with the repercussions - so you dump me and you think you may have been too hasty?"
"I came here to apologize, okay?" Rodney's voice cracked. "I was stupid. I want you back."
John let a small smile break through. "You do?"
Rodney nodded. "I don't care about the rules. I don't care about any of it."
John's smile turned into a grin, and he grabbed Rodney by the shoulders and spun him around, pinning him against a handy piece of equipment. Rodney pulled him in and kissed him deeply. John reached up and unbuttoned the white jacket. He pushed it off Rodney's shoulders and stripped off Rodney's white gloves as it fell.
John pulled back from the kiss and fisted his hands in the top of Rodney's white undershirt. He ripped it down the middle, leaving the two halves in place to frame Rodney's broad chest.
Rodney reached up to tip his hat off and John grabbed his hand. "Leave it," he growled, sinking slowly to his knees. John traced one finger over Rodney's hard cock where it was pressed against the plain front of his white trousers before grabbing the waistband of the pants and ripping the front panel off, sending all thirteen buttons flying.
Rodney looked down in shock as John went down on him. His pants were still on, minus the front, and both of John's hands slipped inside the white fabric and around to clutch his ass.
John pulled Rodney's hips forward and opened his throat, and Rodney could only weave his hands into John's hair and fuck into his mouth over and over, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. One of the hands left his ass, and Rodney could hear John's jeans unzip. He opened his eyes and looked down, mesmerized as always by the image John made - eyes closed, sucking cock, and jerking off to the rhythm of Rodney's thrusts into his mouth.
It was too much. Rodney used both hands to pull John forward, feeling John swallow him down. He heard John make a broken sound around the cock in his mouth and he knew that John was coming. He hoped Lindsey was getting it with the handheld, because it had to be gorgeous, and Rodney was sure that it was one part of the dailies he would claim for himself for repeated viewing.
John pulled off and rested his head against Rodney's hip, panting harshly.
"Cut!" Sam called.
And then some smartass started up the sound system, blasting "Up Where We Belong" over the speakers. Rodney groaned, and John laughed helplessly against his belly.
~end
Note: these are 13-button pants. They don't actually come in white and aren't part of the Navy dress whites, but, damn, they're perfect for porn.