Day 8: Christmas Eve [SG-1/SGA]
Posting now b/c I'll be MIA (paper and exam) until Tues. afternoon.
Title: Christmas Eve
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: SG-1/SGA
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Jack O'Neill/Rodney McKay Established relationship. Slash.
Date: December 08
Author’s Notes: Wow. I can't believe I actually wrote this. So, response to sandyurbahns's prompt of Jack surprising Rodney on Christmas Eve.
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“Can I take this blindfold off yet? This is seriously hampering my vision, you know.”
“No.”
“Now?”
“Christ, McKay! Sheppard let’s you get away with too much. Stop whining.”
“Make me.”
…
“Jack?”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t tempt me, McKay.”
“I thought you were supposed to have discipline.”
Jack moved closer, pressing his body against Rodney’s. His voice was a low growl against Rodney’s ear that sent prickles of excitement skittering across his body, “Trust me, I have plenty of discipline. That’s probably the only reason I haven’t bent you over the nearest flat surface.” Jack smiled at the hitch in Rodney’s breathing, taking a moment to nose at the delicate skin behind Rodney’s ear before taking a step back, ignoring the low sound of protest Rodney made at the action.
“Sure your knees could take that, General?” Rodney taunted.
Jack’s answer was a firm smack delivered to Rodney’s rear. He took pleasure in how it made Rodney jump, made his breathing harsher, and the flush of arousal flame a vibrant red. “Ready to behave?” Jack asked in a teasing tone.
“Do I ever?” Rodney answered, voice low and rough with lust and promise.
Jack chuckled and continued to lead Rodney to through the corridors.
“You do realize that I know exactly where you’re leading me-I am a genius,” Rodney declared.
“Stop killing the romance,” Jack grumbled without rancor.
Rodney just laughed with a free and rare sort of amusement colored with happiness and completely absent of his usual sarcasm.
“You can open your eyes,” Jack murmured as he loosened the blindfold.
“You’re such an old-fashioned romantic,” was Rodney’s response to the sight of a romantic dinner for two set out in front of the fireplace, lit only by the glow of the Christmas tree lights.
“Is that a bad thing?” Jack asked with a hint of challenge that said Rodney might not like what would happen if he didn’t answer correctly.
Rodney sighed, feigning exasperation though the curve of his mouth and the brightness of his eyes gave away his good mood. “Not when you’re feeding me and providing mind-blowing, kinky sex as an after dinner activity,” he answered as he sat down.
Jack grinned; clearly he approved of the response. “Lots of protein and carbs, just the thing for a sex marathon.”
“And for dessert?” Rodney questioned expectantly, face expressing hunger for more than food.
Jack’s smile was slow and suggestive creating wild thoughts and scenarios both imagined and remembered--straining sweat beaded bodies, teasing strokes across trembling flesh, desperate wet kisses, and explosive orgasms--in Rodney's mind.
“That’s a surprise.”
Title: Christmas Eve
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: SG-1/SGA
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Jack O'Neill/Rodney McKay Established relationship. Slash.
Date: December 08
Author’s Notes: Wow. I can't believe I actually wrote this. So, response to sandyurbahns's prompt of Jack surprising Rodney on Christmas Eve.
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“Can I take this blindfold off yet? This is seriously hampering my vision, you know.”
“No.”
“Now?”
“Christ, McKay! Sheppard let’s you get away with too much. Stop whining.”
“Make me.”
…
“Jack?”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t tempt me, McKay.”
“I thought you were supposed to have discipline.”
Jack moved closer, pressing his body against Rodney’s. His voice was a low growl against Rodney’s ear that sent prickles of excitement skittering across his body, “Trust me, I have plenty of discipline. That’s probably the only reason I haven’t bent you over the nearest flat surface.” Jack smiled at the hitch in Rodney’s breathing, taking a moment to nose at the delicate skin behind Rodney’s ear before taking a step back, ignoring the low sound of protest Rodney made at the action.
“Sure your knees could take that, General?” Rodney taunted.
Jack’s answer was a firm smack delivered to Rodney’s rear. He took pleasure in how it made Rodney jump, made his breathing harsher, and the flush of arousal flame a vibrant red. “Ready to behave?” Jack asked in a teasing tone.
“Do I ever?” Rodney answered, voice low and rough with lust and promise.
Jack chuckled and continued to lead Rodney to through the corridors.
“You do realize that I know exactly where you’re leading me-I am a genius,” Rodney declared.
“Stop killing the romance,” Jack grumbled without rancor.
Rodney just laughed with a free and rare sort of amusement colored with happiness and completely absent of his usual sarcasm.
“You can open your eyes,” Jack murmured as he loosened the blindfold.
“You’re such an old-fashioned romantic,” was Rodney’s response to the sight of a romantic dinner for two set out in front of the fireplace, lit only by the glow of the Christmas tree lights.
“Is that a bad thing?” Jack asked with a hint of challenge that said Rodney might not like what would happen if he didn’t answer correctly.
Rodney sighed, feigning exasperation though the curve of his mouth and the brightness of his eyes gave away his good mood. “Not when you’re feeding me and providing mind-blowing, kinky sex as an after dinner activity,” he answered as he sat down.
Jack grinned; clearly he approved of the response. “Lots of protein and carbs, just the thing for a sex marathon.”
“And for dessert?” Rodney questioned expectantly, face expressing hunger for more than food.
Jack’s smile was slow and suggestive creating wild thoughts and scenarios both imagined and remembered--straining sweat beaded bodies, teasing strokes across trembling flesh, desperate wet kisses, and explosive orgasms--in Rodney's mind.
“That’s a surprise.”