and as I...
...idlely twirl the wineglass stem in my hand, fond thoughts turn to John Sheppard.
Oh, but not just any fond thoughts. These are the kind where he's reached the peak of frustration. The kind where he has Rodney McKay pinned up against the wall. The kind where John is all possessive grrrr where McKay is concerned ( Read more... )
Oh, but not just any fond thoughts. These are the kind where he's reached the peak of frustration. The kind where he has Rodney McKay pinned up against the wall. The kind where John is all possessive grrrr where McKay is concerned ( Read more... )
Either way, he was still confined to the infirmary. He hated the infirmary. He'd much rather be confined to his quarters during the gradual humanization process. At least there, he had books to read and videos to watch. Maybe one of his team mates would drop in and keep him company too. He hoped that Teyla wouldn't be all weird with him after the whole aggressive kissing scene in the gym. It embarrassed him now to think of it. He'd been so wound up, so utterly animalistic, that any warm body would have done. Much better to be receiving the antidote and returning to normal. Or at least, what passed for normal in Pegasus.
Desire still thrummed in his veins, however. He had a burning need to connect with someone, to inhale their scent in his nostrils, to rut up against them like the wild creature he'd become. He paced the small room in which he'd been quartered, restless and agitated. Something was calling to him, an instinct awakening, that was almost impossible to resist.
He had to resist it. He was a man, after all, not a mindless insect, born with an insatiable drive to propagate.
He tried to occupy his mind with a mathematical problem that Rodney had set forth before him the other day. The human part of him smiled at the memory: Rodney had been nervous and awkward, coming into the infirmary to leave some books for John to read, catching him up on the city's gossip, while at the same time trying to pretend that John *wasn't* the Pegasus version of 'The Fly.' It had been reassuring to see Rodney flustered and inadvertently insulting. Like everything was going to be okay after all.
John remembered the scene clearly. He'd been given more freedom to move within the infirmary, but he'd still been bored out of his mind. Rodney had shown up and begun talking, not that John could have gotten a word in edgewise if he hadn't been part bug. Rodney's monologue had flowed effortlessly from his uncertain well-wishes for John's recovery into how incredibly stupid that everyone who worked for him had become. The wash of words had been soothing.
But now, after midnight and wide awake, John needed to *move*. He needed to get out of the infirmary and climb the city walls. He needed to breathe the night air from one of the balconies--and see if he could fly. And most of all, he needed Rodney. He didn't even want to think about what that strange pull might mean. Later, he thought, he'd think about it later. Probably some bug thing. He'd certainly blame it on some bug thing.
It had been too easy to avoid the infirmary's security. The ability to scale the walls with his bare hands and feet meant he could leave the infirmary by ducking out from the door from the ceiling when the door opened for the night shift--and no one would be the wiser...
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He knew just who could scratch it too.
With a 'fuck it' snarl at the empty corridor, he sought out his prey. Even though it was late, Rodney was not in his rooms. Perfect. John knew just where to find him.
Just has he'd thought, Rodney turned out to be in one of the labs, the overhead lights off, and Rodney working within the glow of a single lamp. John had a moment of appreciation as he watched Rodney bowed over his work, muttering to himself as his fingers tapped out his thoughts on the keyboard. Clickety-clack It was almost like the sibilant whisper of claws clicking together. It touched something primaeval and hungry in John and like a spider sensing movement along the tendrils of its web, John suddenly struck.
Rodney yelped as he was spun in his chair, his eyes widening when he saw that it was John who'd snuck up on him.
"Colonel!" he said, obviously startled. "How'd you break out of the--I mean, how nice of you to drop in."
John laid a claw-like hand over Rodney's when he would have reached for the communications button on his desk.
Words were a waste of time. John had to show Rodney what he felt. Forcing Rodney's knees apart, John sank to his knees and pushed his way in, nuzzling Rodney's crotch, lest there be any misinterpretation of his actions.
"Whoa!" Rodney gasped. "Nothing like cutting to the chase, eh? Don't you think this is a bit sudden? I mean, dinner and a movie before hand would have been nice."
John lifted his head to stare into Rodney's eyes.
"Well, okay, just so you know, I'm not really complaining, just surprised,that's all. I mean, it's not like you've ever given me any indication of this--" Rodney broke off, looking speculative. "Well, no, now that you mention it, there was that time that you--wait. Tell me this is not a bug thing. It's a bug thing, isn't it? First Teyla, now me. Who's next, Ronon?"
John tried to tell Rodney that it was him, that it had always been him all along, but the only thing that came out was a chittering noise.
"Okay, you know what? I don't care." Rodney ran his hand through John's hair and John closed his eyes and leaned into it, as though it was the most erotic thing he'd every experienced. "Bug thing or not, I want this."
John opened his eyes. He didn't know what Rodney saw, but Rodney sucked in his breath sharply, and something about the sound triggered a reaction in John. He crawled up Rodney's body to kiss him, a hungry meeting of mouths that made John hum deep in his throat when they made contact.
Rodney was enthusiastic in his response, taking John's head in his hands and turning it for maximum lip lockage. John pressed forward between Rodney's spread thighs, his hand sliding in to massage Rodney's crotch. The groan he elicited made him wild with urgency--he pushed in further, pressing Rodney back against the seatback of the chair.
Rodney suddenly placed a hand on his chest and forcibly pushed John back.
"Wait, wait," he said, worry making his voice sharp. "This isn't one of those things where you mate and then you kill, is it?"
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Rodney visibly relaxed. "I take it from the appearance of the donkey laugh that I'm being overly concerned for nothing. You have to admit, though, under the circumstances--"
Deciding, not for the first time, that Rodney talked too much, John kissed him again. This time he put everything he had into it. The promise of the best sex ever, the hope that Rodney felt the same way that he did, the fear that he was making a huge mistake, the growling 'screw it' that made him not care if he was or not.
Rodney, however, could never be silent.
"Oh god," Rodney said, in between the point where John ravished his lips and where he broke off to work feverishly at Rodney's fly. "I don't care if this is some weird form of the Aliens Made Us Do It or not. All I know is that I've wanted this for years, and I'm not letting you out of it now."
John froze at his words, suddenly realizing exactly what he was doing. Shit. Bad enough he was part bug--they could discharge him over this. He began to pull back, but Rodney said, "Oh no you don't!" and pulled him in for another long kiss.
When they came up for air, John had to ask. "What if I want to kill you afterward?"
Rodney's crooked smile made a shaky appearance. "Then at least I'll die a happy man."
Whoa. The emotion that swept over John was new, as strong as the surf and as hard to capture in his hands and hold on to it.
"I'll try not to kill you, then," John said, leaning in to show Rodney with a kiss how talented he was with his tongue. His hand, still in the near vicinity of Rodney's crotch, felt the lift of Rodney's cock at his words. He cupped Rodney's shaft through his pants.
"Good of you," Rodney murmured into his mouth, closing his hand over John's.
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He. Can't. Help. It.
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Very delicious.
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You know, that has to be one of my all-time favorite icons that you used there. :-)
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Somehow they connect, even halfway across species! <3
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