McShep SGA fic - Now and Finally
Title: Now and Finally
Author: lillyjk
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: implied John/everybody, eventual McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Notes: This was written for the undermistletoe prompt Random Fandom: "Pick a character. Pick a Chuck Norris Fact (as in, Rodney McKay does not sleep. He waits.) And...go." This was meant to be a humor piece but got a little serious along the way. My Chuck Norris fact is Chuck Norris doesn't use pick-up lines, he simply says, "Now."
Summary: By the time John was thirty-five and stepping through the Stargate into a new galaxy, he'd had a lot of sex without a lot of effort.
John Sheppard doesn't use pickup lines, he simply says, "Now." Sometimes even that's more effort than he's used to.
He never saw it coming.
Women had been turning up in his bed, or in his shower, and on one particularly memorable time in the cockpit of his FA22-Raptor, since John hit puberty. They never seemed to expect much from him, just a hard cock and the occasional slap on the ass. And even though John never considered himself much of a conformist, he did what was expected of him. After all, it would have been rude to say no.
He really never saw it coming when it came to men.
He'd been just as surprised as the next guy when Jimmy Kalings dropped to his knees in the locker room after high school football practice and swallowed John's cock like a pro. Then there was the guy he'd roomed with at the academy that liked to get down on all fours. And wow, Antarctica had been a little bit of a sexual awakening because John had been introduced to his own prostate by a particularly insistent Marine.
John had just shrugged it off and enjoyed it, because fucking or getting fucked all felt good and pussy and dick were equally tasty when offered up with little or no exertion on John's part.
He generally spent more time on his hair than on getting a woman or a man into bed. Over the years he'd figured out that smiling with a bit of a pout and looking up at people through his eyelashes, and leaning on convenient things with one hip artfully jutted out pretty well ensured that he'd get laid as often as he needed. He'd never had to really work at getting laid, and that was the way he liked it.
So by the time John was thirty-five and stepping through the Stargate into a new galaxy, he'd had a lot of sex without a lot of effort.
When he first met Rodney at the Ancient outpost, John's interest had been piqued. The guy had an ass that wouldn't quit and he was smart and a smart ass and John found all three things equally attractive. Once he'd made the decision to join the Atlantis expedition, John figured that he'd be fucking or getting fucked by Rodney McKay inside a week - ten days tops.
Only Rodney hadn't cooperated.
No matter how much John pouted/smiled, looked coyly at Rodney through his lashes, and leaned on things, Rodney never made a move. It was like he was immune to all of John's considerable charms. Rodney made fun of John's hair, insulted John's intelligence, and never once went to his knees to suck John's cock.
It was quite confusing.
For a while, John thought maybe he'd lost his sex appeal. Maybe the Stargate had de-mojoed him. Was it possible that John wasn't as attractive as he thought he was?
But then John got glowed on by an ascended Ancient, and hit on by a plethora of Pegasus Galaxy men and women, and propositioned by two very flexible and open-minded Marines. And even though he wasn't particularly interested in any of the men or women, or even that bi-gendered girly man on PX1-439, John had sex with them. It would be rude not to. Despite his unrequited Rodney-yearning, John was reassured that he was just as attractive as always.
After more than a year had passed, and they were all (mostly) still alive, John found that even though they'd never slept together, Rodney was his best friend in two galaxies. John discovered that he wasn't so interested in sex anymore and that it was okay to say no on occasion. For the first time since he'd lost his virginity at thirteen, John wasn't having sex on a regular basis.
He didn't miss it.
Much.
But sometimes, late at night, when John was lying alone in his narrow bed he still thought about Rodney. Only he wasn't just thinking about sinking his dick into Rodney's ass or sliding his tongue over the head of Rodney's cock. He wasn't thinking about fucking, or getting fucked. He was thinking about the way Rodney's face lit up when he discovered a useful bit of Ancient tech, and the way Rodney's mouth would go from fierce grimace to crooked little smile when John surprised him with a cup of coffee. He was thinking about how Rodney had the opposite of a poker face, and that every emotion was broadcast in his eyes. He was thinking that there was no one else he'd rather be stranded with in a galaxy where creepy space vampires wanted to make a meal out of him.
When Rodney almost got them both blown up along with most of a solar system, John was angry, furious even. Not so much because Rodney hadn't listened to him, but because John couldn't imagine what life would be like without Rodney. In those moments when it was almost certain that they would both die, John was obscenely glad that they would die together. He'd had a moment of pure unadulterated joy at the thought that he wouldn't have to face life without Rodney at his side.
They'd survived, but the easy friendship between them hadn't been the same. Rodney had apologized and John had eventually forgiven him.
In the weeks after Arcturus, John had sex with two people. Both times, he'd closed his eyes and thought about Rodney.
Then Rodney had almost drowned in a puddle jumper and John had been angry all over again. When John and Radek got Rodney out, he'd been wrecked, soaking wet, and shivering and John's heart hurt when he looked at him.
While they slowly ascended to the surface, John huddled under the thermal blanket with Rodney pressed to his chest and whispered wonderful and terrible things that he'd never said out loud to anyone.
Rodney looked at him with hazy blue eyes and pressed his cold face into John's neck. John's heart hurt a totally different way when Rodney murmured, “Finally,” against his skin.
Author: lillyjk
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: implied John/everybody, eventual McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Notes: This was written for the undermistletoe prompt Random Fandom: "Pick a character. Pick a Chuck Norris Fact (as in, Rodney McKay does not sleep. He waits.) And...go." This was meant to be a humor piece but got a little serious along the way. My Chuck Norris fact is Chuck Norris doesn't use pick-up lines, he simply says, "Now."
Summary: By the time John was thirty-five and stepping through the Stargate into a new galaxy, he'd had a lot of sex without a lot of effort.
John Sheppard doesn't use pickup lines, he simply says, "Now." Sometimes even that's more effort than he's used to.
He never saw it coming.
Women had been turning up in his bed, or in his shower, and on one particularly memorable time in the cockpit of his FA22-Raptor, since John hit puberty. They never seemed to expect much from him, just a hard cock and the occasional slap on the ass. And even though John never considered himself much of a conformist, he did what was expected of him. After all, it would have been rude to say no.
He really never saw it coming when it came to men.
He'd been just as surprised as the next guy when Jimmy Kalings dropped to his knees in the locker room after high school football practice and swallowed John's cock like a pro. Then there was the guy he'd roomed with at the academy that liked to get down on all fours. And wow, Antarctica had been a little bit of a sexual awakening because John had been introduced to his own prostate by a particularly insistent Marine.
John had just shrugged it off and enjoyed it, because fucking or getting fucked all felt good and pussy and dick were equally tasty when offered up with little or no exertion on John's part.
He generally spent more time on his hair than on getting a woman or a man into bed. Over the years he'd figured out that smiling with a bit of a pout and looking up at people through his eyelashes, and leaning on convenient things with one hip artfully jutted out pretty well ensured that he'd get laid as often as he needed. He'd never had to really work at getting laid, and that was the way he liked it.
So by the time John was thirty-five and stepping through the Stargate into a new galaxy, he'd had a lot of sex without a lot of effort.
When he first met Rodney at the Ancient outpost, John's interest had been piqued. The guy had an ass that wouldn't quit and he was smart and a smart ass and John found all three things equally attractive. Once he'd made the decision to join the Atlantis expedition, John figured that he'd be fucking or getting fucked by Rodney McKay inside a week - ten days tops.
Only Rodney hadn't cooperated.
No matter how much John pouted/smiled, looked coyly at Rodney through his lashes, and leaned on things, Rodney never made a move. It was like he was immune to all of John's considerable charms. Rodney made fun of John's hair, insulted John's intelligence, and never once went to his knees to suck John's cock.
It was quite confusing.
For a while, John thought maybe he'd lost his sex appeal. Maybe the Stargate had de-mojoed him. Was it possible that John wasn't as attractive as he thought he was?
But then John got glowed on by an ascended Ancient, and hit on by a plethora of Pegasus Galaxy men and women, and propositioned by two very flexible and open-minded Marines. And even though he wasn't particularly interested in any of the men or women, or even that bi-gendered girly man on PX1-439, John had sex with them. It would be rude not to. Despite his unrequited Rodney-yearning, John was reassured that he was just as attractive as always.
After more than a year had passed, and they were all (mostly) still alive, John found that even though they'd never slept together, Rodney was his best friend in two galaxies. John discovered that he wasn't so interested in sex anymore and that it was okay to say no on occasion. For the first time since he'd lost his virginity at thirteen, John wasn't having sex on a regular basis.
He didn't miss it.
Much.
But sometimes, late at night, when John was lying alone in his narrow bed he still thought about Rodney. Only he wasn't just thinking about sinking his dick into Rodney's ass or sliding his tongue over the head of Rodney's cock. He wasn't thinking about fucking, or getting fucked. He was thinking about the way Rodney's face lit up when he discovered a useful bit of Ancient tech, and the way Rodney's mouth would go from fierce grimace to crooked little smile when John surprised him with a cup of coffee. He was thinking about how Rodney had the opposite of a poker face, and that every emotion was broadcast in his eyes. He was thinking that there was no one else he'd rather be stranded with in a galaxy where creepy space vampires wanted to make a meal out of him.
When Rodney almost got them both blown up along with most of a solar system, John was angry, furious even. Not so much because Rodney hadn't listened to him, but because John couldn't imagine what life would be like without Rodney. In those moments when it was almost certain that they would both die, John was obscenely glad that they would die together. He'd had a moment of pure unadulterated joy at the thought that he wouldn't have to face life without Rodney at his side.
They'd survived, but the easy friendship between them hadn't been the same. Rodney had apologized and John had eventually forgiven him.
In the weeks after Arcturus, John had sex with two people. Both times, he'd closed his eyes and thought about Rodney.
Then Rodney had almost drowned in a puddle jumper and John had been angry all over again. When John and Radek got Rodney out, he'd been wrecked, soaking wet, and shivering and John's heart hurt when he looked at him.
While they slowly ascended to the surface, John huddled under the thermal blanket with Rodney pressed to his chest and whispered wonderful and terrible things that he'd never said out loud to anyone.
Rodney looked at him with hazy blue eyes and pressed his cold face into John's neck. John's heart hurt a totally different way when Rodney murmured, “Finally,” against his skin.