Fic: I'll Give You Shelter From The Storm - Rodney/Carson - NC-17
Title: I'll Give You Shelter From The Storm
Author: mgbutterfly
Pairings: Rodney/Carson
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Little spoiler for The Kindred Part 2
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing that comes from or lives in Atlantis. I am only here to play. Please don't sue.
Beta!Bitch: sardonicsmiley Oh, my goodness. I just don't know what I'd do without her. She is the best, most beautiful wife in the universe and she is an evil excellent enabler of the most enabling enableness. She is the the devil on my shoulder and I want to lick her all over.
Summary: Just a lazy day for some hard working doctors.
A/N: This is my first Atlantis fic. And it's all sardonicsmiley's fault. It started with a little prompt: lemon, sheets, cat, mug, remote. This isn't exactly what I had planned, it kind of got away from me. It is totally my fault if it sucks. Title taken from Shelter From the Storm by Bob Dylan.
Carson watched Rodney's face contort in horror as Rachel Ray squeezed half a lemon over a lovely risotto dish. He chuckled at Rodney and was rewarded with Rodney's complete attention. Carson was pretty sure he heard the vertebrae in Rodney's neck pop as he snapped his head to face him. Carson smiled as Rodney berated, "Oh. What? That was going to be so good. And then she went and ruined it. Like she does all her dishes. Always adding one more thing to the recipe and blowing it all to hell. In this case, lemon. LEMON, Carson. Citrus," Rodney rolled his eyes and lowered his voice to something closely resembling a whine, "It was gonna be so good."
Carson smiled at Rodney and patted him on the shoulder, "You know, Rodney, you don't have to put the lemon on the risotto. You could just leave it off."
"That's not the point, Beckett. I don't want to watch this anymore. Every time. Every time, she messes it up," Rodney made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat, "I am done with Rachel Ray and her Muppet mouth."
Carson laughed and the sound reverberated through the cozy room. He watched the smile stretch across Rodney's face and swayed just a little when Rodney shoved his shoulder. Carson turned to Rodney and with a wicked little glint in his eyes said, "Well, there are other things we could be doing with our free time. I know a few of them that have everything to do with mouths and nothing to do with eating."
Rodney smiled smugly and pushed gently at Carson's shoulders until he was flat on the bed, his legs hanging at an awkward angle off the edge, "Now. That's the best idea I've heard all day."
Rodney pressed himself against Carson letting his fingers thread together in Carson's hair. A smirk still painted across Rodney's face, he said, "Who told you that this was a good idea for a hair cut? Because you look like a rooster."
Carson barked a laugh and raised his face to lick Rodney's bottom lip, "You know, cocks are a symbol of virility in some cultures. I happen to be very manly."
Rodney laughed and Carson felt it deep in his bones. He brought his hands up to twine around Rodney's back and Carson interlaced his fingers there, holding Rodney to him, keeping him in place. Rodney lowered his head and traced his lips along Carson's jaw and whispered, "Manly? Mmm hmm. Rooster boy. That's what you are."
Carson unhooked his hands from around Rodney's back and using the angle of his legs to his advantage, twisted and pushed off the mattress, effectively forcing Rodney onto his back. He grinned at the surprised expression on Rodney's face and said, "You were saying?"
Carson let his right hand trail slowly down Rodney's chest, finally resting on the waistband of Rodney's pants. He pressed slow kisses against Rodney's jaw and neck, nipping and biting his way over Rodney's skin. Little moans escaped Rodney's lips, sending shivers through Carson's body. Carson raised his head and watched Rodney's eyes flutter closed as Carson's fingers worked deftly at the button and zipper of Rodney's pants. Once Carson had Rodney's pants undone, he flattened his palms against Rodney's sides and slid his hands up, bunching Rodney's shirt under his arms as he went. Carson's voice was velvet soft when he said, "Lift up, Rodney. Let me get your shirt off."
Rodney complied and a moment later was rewarded with soft kisses to his bare chest. Carson moved his lips over Rodney's pale skin, dragging them along Rodney's ribs, up the middle of his chest, catching lightly over Rodney's clavicle. Carson worked his tongue in little circles over the hard buds of Rodney's nipples, listened with a grin on his face as Rodney mumbled nonsense and raised his hands to rest in Carson's hair.
Carson smiled as he met Rodney's eyes with his own, wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and lowered them to Rodney's. The kiss was slow and easy, searching tongues and swollen lips. Rodney's hands played through Carson's hair and Carson brought his hand up to cup Rodney's face. Carson broke away and Rodney made a sound of protest. Carson said, "Oh, don't worry, Rodney. You'll like where I'm taking my lips."
Rodney huffed a laugh, raised his head and said, "Well hurry it up then, Rooster Boy. I don't have all day you know."
Carson raised an eyebrow and snaked his hand down Rodney's side, "You do have all day, Rodney. We're on vacation. There's nothing to do but," Carson smirked, "each other."
Rodney's head thumped back onto the pillow, "Oh. Right. Well then," His voice trailed off as Carson started licking his way back down Rodney's chest.
Carson took his time, tasting every bit of Rodney; slowly tracing every rib with his lips and tongue, nipping tiny bruises onto Rodney's stomach, sucking on the tender skin just above the open waistband of Rodney's pants. Carson hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of Rodney's pants and tugged them down his legs, catching his fingers on Rodney's boxers as he went. Rodney lifted up and Carson made short work of disbursing of the remainder of Rodney's clothes.
Carson straddled Rodney's thighs, ran his hands up, then back down Rodney's sides, and kissed a little trail down the middle of Rodney's stomach. He smiled as Rodney made a whimpering sound while Carson rolled his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Rodney always made the most wonderful little noises, and Carson cataloged every one of them: the high pitched moan when Carson smoothed over his nipples, the lower moan when Carson bruised him, the breathy whisper when Carson's hands searched his body slowly, the sigh of relief when Carson finally wrapped his lips around Rodney's cock.
Carson swirled his tongue around the head, lapped at the little drops of pre-come there. He wet his lips and slid them slowly just over the tip, pausing under the ridge and circling his tongue there, listening to Rodney's staggered breaths. He slowly lowered his lips down Rodney's length, taking as much as he could, making up for the rest with his hand wrapped around the base of Rodney's cock. Carson worked his mouth up and down slowly, drawing wicked noises from Rodney, moving his hand in time with his mouth. Up and down, Carson's tongue flat against the length, his hand at the base, wet and keeping time. He pulled his lips almost completely off, teasing Rodney's head with the very tip of his tongue, then sliding back down with a hum.
Carson could see Rodney fist his hands in the sheet, watched with upturned eyes as Rodney raised his head. The look Carson was met with was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen; Rodney completely at ease, not a worry to mar his lovely face, his soft blue eyes quiet and happy. Carson smoothed his left hand up Rodney's side, down his arm and loosened Rodney's grip on the sheets. Carson twined their fingers together as he slid his mouth along Rodney's shaft and could feel Rodney's body begin tense. Carson smoothed his thumb over the soft pad at the base of Rodney's thumb, and Rodney's head thumped back against the pillow as he came. Carson worked him through it, keeping up his steady rhythm, finally pulling off after the last pulse filled his mouth. Swallowing and smiling, Carson gave a final lick and crawled back up Rodney's body.
"Jesus, Carson. I think my brain just came out my dick." Rodney's voice was breathy, sated.
Carson grinned and pressed a kiss to Rodney's neck, "Well, I wanted to prove my virility. Satisfied?"
Rodney raised his hands and pressed them against Carson's shoulders, effectively moving Carson off of him. Rodney squinted his eyes and pushed, forcing Carson onto his back. Carson looked up at Rodney, not completely unsurprised and said, "What? Are you not satisfied?"
"I thought you wanted to prove your virility, Rooster Boy. Take your clothes off and lets see how long you can last, shall we?" Rodney hovered over Carson with a lopsided smirk on his lips.
Carson maneuvered out from under Rodney and pulled his shirt over his head. Tossing it aside, he made short work of his pants and threw those aside as well. Once he was naked, he laid back against the mattress, bringing his arms up under the pillow with smug grin, "Well. Hurry it up then. I don't have all day, you know."
Rodney barked a laugh and pressed his hands against the insides of Carson's biceps, "Very funny. Now shut up." Rodney's lips met Carson's in a bruising kiss, his hands tightening on Carson's arms. Rodney pulled off and bit his way across Carson's jaw. Carson closed his eyes and pulled his bottom lip through his teeth. He loved the way Rodney used his mouth, especially when it wasn't for speaking. As Rodney moved his lips to Carson neck, Carson tilted his head to the side, creating a nice, tight line for Rodney's teeth. Carson wasn't disappointed when a moment later Rodney started biting against the artery just under Carson's skin. Rodney sucked a bruise into the tender flesh there and Carson pulled in a breath, fisting his hands in the pillow.
As Rodney made his way down Carson's neck, Carson slid his hands from beneath the pillow. He smoothed his hands into Rodney's hair as Rodney began placing lazy kisses and teasing bites over his chest. When Rodney bit his nipple with the sharp edge of a tooth, Carson's hands tightened and he sucked in a harsh breath. Rodney pulled back and blew cool air across the tender flesh and Carson let his eyes flutter shut.
Rodney reached up and took Carson's right hand from his hair. Carson watched as Rodney kissed his palm, biting the soft skin around his thumb and pinkie finger, then smoothing it over with his tongue. Rodney raised his head and met Carson's eyes, a grin spreading across his face. Carson realized he must look the fool, mouth agape and pupils surely blown wide. He thumped his head back onto the pillow and Rodney chuckled.
Rodney worked his way down Carson's body slowly, licking and biting and sucking and bruising. Carson was wonderfully relaxed and spectacularly aroused, and as Rodney's breath ghosted over the head of his cock, a moan escaped Carson's lips. The perfect wet heat of Rodney's mouth as it slid down around Carson's length was almost too much for him to take. Carson took a deep breath, reminded himself that he was trying to prove his virility and it wouldn't do any good to just come the second Rodney's perfect mouth slid over his cock.
Rodney pace was torturous, slow and wet and hot and smooth. Carson pulled his hands from Rodney and gripped the sheets, flexing his hands then relaxing them, trying to concentrate on something other than Rodney's perfect mouth. When Rodney slid his mouth nearly to the base of Carson's cock, humming as he went, Carson gave up on the proving his virility thing. He took a deep breath, then another, reached for Rodney's head and twined his fingers in his hair. Rodney slid back up Carson's length, pulling almost all the way off, then plunged his lips back down to the base.
A heat spread throughout Carson's belly, crawling up his spine and making his scalp tingle. Rodney pulled up and almost off again and then plunged back down and Carson felt the scorching heat flood back down his body, releasing into the warmth of Rodney's mouth. Carson breathed heavy as he came, his fingers working in Rodney's hair, his hips making tiny thrusts as Rodney held him in place and sucked him off to completion.
As Carson came down, lose and more relaxed than he'd been in years, Rodney crawled up his body and hovered over him, his face only inches from Carson's. Rodney was grinning, that shit-eating grin that he mostly reserved for being right and saving Atlantis when no one though it possible. Carson heaved a sigh, reached up and pulled Rodney down to meet his lips in kiss that tasted of sweat and sex and heat. When Carson pulled away, leaving smaller kisses against Rodney's lips as they parted, he said, "Can we call it a draw? We're both pretty manly, dontcha think?"
Rodney laughed, a full body laugh that made the grin already on Carson's face grow ten times its beginning size, "I guess. Besides, I like your hair better this way, all mussed from rolling around in the sheets. You know, maybe you should get together with Sheppard and discuss hair tips. I bet he could give you some pointers." Rodney moved slightly to the side and rolled onto his back.
Carson looked over at Rodney and smiled. They were both sprawled out on a soft, comfortable bed, it was the middle of the day and they had nowhere to be, no responsibilities pressing in on them. They could lay in the bed all day and no one would care. They were sated and relaxed and at that very moment, Carson was the happiest he'd ever been. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, Rodney laying next to him, the sun shining in through cracks in the curtains, warming his feet.
Carson secretly wished every day could be like this.
~ * ~
Rodney stood at the stasis chamber window and unhooked his computer pad from the power console. He was going to do everything within his power to help them find a way to save Carson. And until then, he would make Carson's sleep as enjoyable as possible.
After all, what were friends for?
~ * ~
Author: mgbutterfly
Pairings: Rodney/Carson
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Little spoiler for The Kindred Part 2
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing that comes from or lives in Atlantis. I am only here to play. Please don't sue.
Beta!Bitch: sardonicsmiley Oh, my goodness. I just don't know what I'd do without her. She is the best, most beautiful wife in the universe and she is an evil excellent enabler of the most enabling enableness. She is the the devil on my shoulder and I want to lick her all over.
Summary: Just a lazy day for some hard working doctors.
A/N: This is my first Atlantis fic. And it's all sardonicsmiley's fault. It started with a little prompt: lemon, sheets, cat, mug, remote. This isn't exactly what I had planned, it kind of got away from me. It is totally my fault if it sucks. Title taken from Shelter From the Storm by Bob Dylan.
Carson watched Rodney's face contort in horror as Rachel Ray squeezed half a lemon over a lovely risotto dish. He chuckled at Rodney and was rewarded with Rodney's complete attention. Carson was pretty sure he heard the vertebrae in Rodney's neck pop as he snapped his head to face him. Carson smiled as Rodney berated, "Oh. What? That was going to be so good. And then she went and ruined it. Like she does all her dishes. Always adding one more thing to the recipe and blowing it all to hell. In this case, lemon. LEMON, Carson. Citrus," Rodney rolled his eyes and lowered his voice to something closely resembling a whine, "It was gonna be so good."
Carson smiled at Rodney and patted him on the shoulder, "You know, Rodney, you don't have to put the lemon on the risotto. You could just leave it off."
"That's not the point, Beckett. I don't want to watch this anymore. Every time. Every time, she messes it up," Rodney made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat, "I am done with Rachel Ray and her Muppet mouth."
Carson laughed and the sound reverberated through the cozy room. He watched the smile stretch across Rodney's face and swayed just a little when Rodney shoved his shoulder. Carson turned to Rodney and with a wicked little glint in his eyes said, "Well, there are other things we could be doing with our free time. I know a few of them that have everything to do with mouths and nothing to do with eating."
Rodney smiled smugly and pushed gently at Carson's shoulders until he was flat on the bed, his legs hanging at an awkward angle off the edge, "Now. That's the best idea I've heard all day."
Rodney pressed himself against Carson letting his fingers thread together in Carson's hair. A smirk still painted across Rodney's face, he said, "Who told you that this was a good idea for a hair cut? Because you look like a rooster."
Carson barked a laugh and raised his face to lick Rodney's bottom lip, "You know, cocks are a symbol of virility in some cultures. I happen to be very manly."
Rodney laughed and Carson felt it deep in his bones. He brought his hands up to twine around Rodney's back and Carson interlaced his fingers there, holding Rodney to him, keeping him in place. Rodney lowered his head and traced his lips along Carson's jaw and whispered, "Manly? Mmm hmm. Rooster boy. That's what you are."
Carson unhooked his hands from around Rodney's back and using the angle of his legs to his advantage, twisted and pushed off the mattress, effectively forcing Rodney onto his back. He grinned at the surprised expression on Rodney's face and said, "You were saying?"
Carson let his right hand trail slowly down Rodney's chest, finally resting on the waistband of Rodney's pants. He pressed slow kisses against Rodney's jaw and neck, nipping and biting his way over Rodney's skin. Little moans escaped Rodney's lips, sending shivers through Carson's body. Carson raised his head and watched Rodney's eyes flutter closed as Carson's fingers worked deftly at the button and zipper of Rodney's pants. Once Carson had Rodney's pants undone, he flattened his palms against Rodney's sides and slid his hands up, bunching Rodney's shirt under his arms as he went. Carson's voice was velvet soft when he said, "Lift up, Rodney. Let me get your shirt off."
Rodney complied and a moment later was rewarded with soft kisses to his bare chest. Carson moved his lips over Rodney's pale skin, dragging them along Rodney's ribs, up the middle of his chest, catching lightly over Rodney's clavicle. Carson worked his tongue in little circles over the hard buds of Rodney's nipples, listened with a grin on his face as Rodney mumbled nonsense and raised his hands to rest in Carson's hair.
Carson smiled as he met Rodney's eyes with his own, wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and lowered them to Rodney's. The kiss was slow and easy, searching tongues and swollen lips. Rodney's hands played through Carson's hair and Carson brought his hand up to cup Rodney's face. Carson broke away and Rodney made a sound of protest. Carson said, "Oh, don't worry, Rodney. You'll like where I'm taking my lips."
Rodney huffed a laugh, raised his head and said, "Well hurry it up then, Rooster Boy. I don't have all day you know."
Carson raised an eyebrow and snaked his hand down Rodney's side, "You do have all day, Rodney. We're on vacation. There's nothing to do but," Carson smirked, "each other."
Rodney's head thumped back onto the pillow, "Oh. Right. Well then," His voice trailed off as Carson started licking his way back down Rodney's chest.
Carson took his time, tasting every bit of Rodney; slowly tracing every rib with his lips and tongue, nipping tiny bruises onto Rodney's stomach, sucking on the tender skin just above the open waistband of Rodney's pants. Carson hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of Rodney's pants and tugged them down his legs, catching his fingers on Rodney's boxers as he went. Rodney lifted up and Carson made short work of disbursing of the remainder of Rodney's clothes.
Carson straddled Rodney's thighs, ran his hands up, then back down Rodney's sides, and kissed a little trail down the middle of Rodney's stomach. He smiled as Rodney made a whimpering sound while Carson rolled his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Rodney always made the most wonderful little noises, and Carson cataloged every one of them: the high pitched moan when Carson smoothed over his nipples, the lower moan when Carson bruised him, the breathy whisper when Carson's hands searched his body slowly, the sigh of relief when Carson finally wrapped his lips around Rodney's cock.
Carson swirled his tongue around the head, lapped at the little drops of pre-come there. He wet his lips and slid them slowly just over the tip, pausing under the ridge and circling his tongue there, listening to Rodney's staggered breaths. He slowly lowered his lips down Rodney's length, taking as much as he could, making up for the rest with his hand wrapped around the base of Rodney's cock. Carson worked his mouth up and down slowly, drawing wicked noises from Rodney, moving his hand in time with his mouth. Up and down, Carson's tongue flat against the length, his hand at the base, wet and keeping time. He pulled his lips almost completely off, teasing Rodney's head with the very tip of his tongue, then sliding back down with a hum.
Carson could see Rodney fist his hands in the sheet, watched with upturned eyes as Rodney raised his head. The look Carson was met with was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen; Rodney completely at ease, not a worry to mar his lovely face, his soft blue eyes quiet and happy. Carson smoothed his left hand up Rodney's side, down his arm and loosened Rodney's grip on the sheets. Carson twined their fingers together as he slid his mouth along Rodney's shaft and could feel Rodney's body begin tense. Carson smoothed his thumb over the soft pad at the base of Rodney's thumb, and Rodney's head thumped back against the pillow as he came. Carson worked him through it, keeping up his steady rhythm, finally pulling off after the last pulse filled his mouth. Swallowing and smiling, Carson gave a final lick and crawled back up Rodney's body.
"Jesus, Carson. I think my brain just came out my dick." Rodney's voice was breathy, sated.
Carson grinned and pressed a kiss to Rodney's neck, "Well, I wanted to prove my virility. Satisfied?"
Rodney raised his hands and pressed them against Carson's shoulders, effectively moving Carson off of him. Rodney squinted his eyes and pushed, forcing Carson onto his back. Carson looked up at Rodney, not completely unsurprised and said, "What? Are you not satisfied?"
"I thought you wanted to prove your virility, Rooster Boy. Take your clothes off and lets see how long you can last, shall we?" Rodney hovered over Carson with a lopsided smirk on his lips.
Carson maneuvered out from under Rodney and pulled his shirt over his head. Tossing it aside, he made short work of his pants and threw those aside as well. Once he was naked, he laid back against the mattress, bringing his arms up under the pillow with smug grin, "Well. Hurry it up then. I don't have all day, you know."
Rodney barked a laugh and pressed his hands against the insides of Carson's biceps, "Very funny. Now shut up." Rodney's lips met Carson's in a bruising kiss, his hands tightening on Carson's arms. Rodney pulled off and bit his way across Carson's jaw. Carson closed his eyes and pulled his bottom lip through his teeth. He loved the way Rodney used his mouth, especially when it wasn't for speaking. As Rodney moved his lips to Carson neck, Carson tilted his head to the side, creating a nice, tight line for Rodney's teeth. Carson wasn't disappointed when a moment later Rodney started biting against the artery just under Carson's skin. Rodney sucked a bruise into the tender flesh there and Carson pulled in a breath, fisting his hands in the pillow.
As Rodney made his way down Carson's neck, Carson slid his hands from beneath the pillow. He smoothed his hands into Rodney's hair as Rodney began placing lazy kisses and teasing bites over his chest. When Rodney bit his nipple with the sharp edge of a tooth, Carson's hands tightened and he sucked in a harsh breath. Rodney pulled back and blew cool air across the tender flesh and Carson let his eyes flutter shut.
Rodney reached up and took Carson's right hand from his hair. Carson watched as Rodney kissed his palm, biting the soft skin around his thumb and pinkie finger, then smoothing it over with his tongue. Rodney raised his head and met Carson's eyes, a grin spreading across his face. Carson realized he must look the fool, mouth agape and pupils surely blown wide. He thumped his head back onto the pillow and Rodney chuckled.
Rodney worked his way down Carson's body slowly, licking and biting and sucking and bruising. Carson was wonderfully relaxed and spectacularly aroused, and as Rodney's breath ghosted over the head of his cock, a moan escaped Carson's lips. The perfect wet heat of Rodney's mouth as it slid down around Carson's length was almost too much for him to take. Carson took a deep breath, reminded himself that he was trying to prove his virility and it wouldn't do any good to just come the second Rodney's perfect mouth slid over his cock.
Rodney pace was torturous, slow and wet and hot and smooth. Carson pulled his hands from Rodney and gripped the sheets, flexing his hands then relaxing them, trying to concentrate on something other than Rodney's perfect mouth. When Rodney slid his mouth nearly to the base of Carson's cock, humming as he went, Carson gave up on the proving his virility thing. He took a deep breath, then another, reached for Rodney's head and twined his fingers in his hair. Rodney slid back up Carson's length, pulling almost all the way off, then plunged his lips back down to the base.
A heat spread throughout Carson's belly, crawling up his spine and making his scalp tingle. Rodney pulled up and almost off again and then plunged back down and Carson felt the scorching heat flood back down his body, releasing into the warmth of Rodney's mouth. Carson breathed heavy as he came, his fingers working in Rodney's hair, his hips making tiny thrusts as Rodney held him in place and sucked him off to completion.
As Carson came down, lose and more relaxed than he'd been in years, Rodney crawled up his body and hovered over him, his face only inches from Carson's. Rodney was grinning, that shit-eating grin that he mostly reserved for being right and saving Atlantis when no one though it possible. Carson heaved a sigh, reached up and pulled Rodney down to meet his lips in kiss that tasted of sweat and sex and heat. When Carson pulled away, leaving smaller kisses against Rodney's lips as they parted, he said, "Can we call it a draw? We're both pretty manly, dontcha think?"
Rodney laughed, a full body laugh that made the grin already on Carson's face grow ten times its beginning size, "I guess. Besides, I like your hair better this way, all mussed from rolling around in the sheets. You know, maybe you should get together with Sheppard and discuss hair tips. I bet he could give you some pointers." Rodney moved slightly to the side and rolled onto his back.
Carson looked over at Rodney and smiled. They were both sprawled out on a soft, comfortable bed, it was the middle of the day and they had nowhere to be, no responsibilities pressing in on them. They could lay in the bed all day and no one would care. They were sated and relaxed and at that very moment, Carson was the happiest he'd ever been. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, Rodney laying next to him, the sun shining in through cracks in the curtains, warming his feet.
Carson secretly wished every day could be like this.
~ * ~
Rodney stood at the stasis chamber window and unhooked his computer pad from the power console. He was going to do everything within his power to help them find a way to save Carson. And until then, he would make Carson's sleep as enjoyable as possible.
After all, what were friends for?
~ * ~