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Author: melagan
Title: Saving the Day
Rating: nc-17
Word count:660
Beta: mischief5 mistakes=mine
“We’re trapped!”
“Now, Rodney, don’t panic. I’m sure you’ll think of a way to get us out of this.”
“No, no, you don’t understand. This is bad. Those beeps we heard? They signified a lockdown protocol. We are stuck here until we figure out…” Rodney punched a few keystrokes into his computer. “Colonel?”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember our discussion about how the Ancients were, um… kinky?”
“You don’t mean…?”
“I’m afraid so, Colonel. This is Orgasm Situation Alpha.”
John started to unbutton his pants; his hands were brisk and efficient despite the slight scowl on his face. “C’mon, Rodney, shake a leg. If this is what it’s going to take, then we need to get it done so we can get out of here and help the others.”
“Help the others. Really. How exactly?”
“Not like that, McKay, I meant they might need supplies…” John glanced up at the expression on Rodney’s face. “Not that kind of supplies. Look, would you just get your damn pants off!”
Resigned, Rodney began to unbutton and unzip. “John? Exactly how naked do we need to get here?”
“You’re the genius that’s studied the protocols, McKay, but unless you tell me otherwise, I’m going with minimal exposure.”
“Oh. Okay, then. You want my mouth or…”
John paused in the middle of unbuckling his thigh holster to really look at Rodney. He looked flushed, nervous, but not exactly unhappy at this turn of events. A little ping of suspicion went off in the back of John’s brain but he decided to ignore it. Instead, he stared at the wide slant of McKay’s mouth and suddenly he couldn’t get his pants shoved down out of the way fast enough.
“Your mouth. I want… I mean.” John swallowed. “You do it. If that’s not enough then I’ll go down on you too. Is that okay?”
John might as well have spared himself asking the question. The minute he’d opened his mouth, Rodney was on his knees in front of him, stroking John’s cock with the hot, smooth palm of his hand. He’d always noticed McKay’s long, nimble fingers but he’d never -- almost never -- well, not every night -- imagined something like this.
It was nothing compared to the sensation of McKay’s mouth on his cock.
Rodney licked and sucked liked he’d been imagining it too. Even with the proof of Rodney’s desire evidenced by the eager heat of his mouth, John wasn’t ready for it when Rodney braced his hands on John’s thighs, closed his eyes, and went deep. It left John scrabbling at the wall behind him, trying to keep his balance as his knees buckled. In a desperate move, John grabbed McKay’s shoulder and hung on to keep from falling on his ass.
He’d always imagined he’d be fucking McKay’s mouth in this situation. He’d use some nice hip action, slow and steady, sliding his cock in and out of Rodney’s mouth while feeling himself get harder and wetter but, of course, keeping it gentle until Rodney begged for more. John wasn’t sure but that begging he heard in his ears just might be coming from him. It was a good guess, especially since Rodney’s mouth was full.
With one last groan from John, the doors to room flew open leaving John and Rodney frantic seconds to scramble their clothes back in order before someone walked…
“Dr. Z. How is … ah, everyone else doing?” John tried to sound as much like ‘concerned authority’ as he could manage with his pants still unzipped
“Everyone is fine, Colonel. Why do you ask?”
“The lockdown? You know, the ones with those protocols.”
“There has been no lockdown, Colonel. I have no idea what protocols you are referring to. Maybe you should ask McKay if he knows of a system malfunction?”
John narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of Rodney trying to sneak down the corridor.
“McKay! You son of a...you owe me one!”
Title: Saving the Day
Rating: nc-17
Word count:660
Beta: mischief5 mistakes=mine
“We’re trapped!”
“Now, Rodney, don’t panic. I’m sure you’ll think of a way to get us out of this.”
“No, no, you don’t understand. This is bad. Those beeps we heard? They signified a lockdown protocol. We are stuck here until we figure out…” Rodney punched a few keystrokes into his computer. “Colonel?”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember our discussion about how the Ancients were, um… kinky?”
“You don’t mean…?”
“I’m afraid so, Colonel. This is Orgasm Situation Alpha.”
John started to unbutton his pants; his hands were brisk and efficient despite the slight scowl on his face. “C’mon, Rodney, shake a leg. If this is what it’s going to take, then we need to get it done so we can get out of here and help the others.”
“Help the others. Really. How exactly?”
“Not like that, McKay, I meant they might need supplies…” John glanced up at the expression on Rodney’s face. “Not that kind of supplies. Look, would you just get your damn pants off!”
Resigned, Rodney began to unbutton and unzip. “John? Exactly how naked do we need to get here?”
“You’re the genius that’s studied the protocols, McKay, but unless you tell me otherwise, I’m going with minimal exposure.”
“Oh. Okay, then. You want my mouth or…”
John paused in the middle of unbuckling his thigh holster to really look at Rodney. He looked flushed, nervous, but not exactly unhappy at this turn of events. A little ping of suspicion went off in the back of John’s brain but he decided to ignore it. Instead, he stared at the wide slant of McKay’s mouth and suddenly he couldn’t get his pants shoved down out of the way fast enough.
“Your mouth. I want… I mean.” John swallowed. “You do it. If that’s not enough then I’ll go down on you too. Is that okay?”
John might as well have spared himself asking the question. The minute he’d opened his mouth, Rodney was on his knees in front of him, stroking John’s cock with the hot, smooth palm of his hand. He’d always noticed McKay’s long, nimble fingers but he’d never -- almost never -- well, not every night -- imagined something like this.
It was nothing compared to the sensation of McKay’s mouth on his cock.
Rodney licked and sucked liked he’d been imagining it too. Even with the proof of Rodney’s desire evidenced by the eager heat of his mouth, John wasn’t ready for it when Rodney braced his hands on John’s thighs, closed his eyes, and went deep. It left John scrabbling at the wall behind him, trying to keep his balance as his knees buckled. In a desperate move, John grabbed McKay’s shoulder and hung on to keep from falling on his ass.
He’d always imagined he’d be fucking McKay’s mouth in this situation. He’d use some nice hip action, slow and steady, sliding his cock in and out of Rodney’s mouth while feeling himself get harder and wetter but, of course, keeping it gentle until Rodney begged for more. John wasn’t sure but that begging he heard in his ears just might be coming from him. It was a good guess, especially since Rodney’s mouth was full.
With one last groan from John, the doors to room flew open leaving John and Rodney frantic seconds to scramble their clothes back in order before someone walked…
“Dr. Z. How is … ah, everyone else doing?” John tried to sound as much like ‘concerned authority’ as he could manage with his pants still unzipped
“Everyone is fine, Colonel. Why do you ask?”
“The lockdown? You know, the ones with those protocols.”
“There has been no lockdown, Colonel. I have no idea what protocols you are referring to. Maybe you should ask McKay if he knows of a system malfunction?”
John narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of Rodney trying to sneak down the corridor.
“McKay! You son of a...you owe me one!”