Drabbles: "Up the wall" & "Got my mind set on you" [McBeck, G]
Title: Up the wall
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: pre-slash
Rating: G
Summary: Carson's not cooperative...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 035 foreplay
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: This is one of my favourite songs of Paul. And it did so fit for a confused Rodney! :)
You've got me running in a figure of eight
Don't know if I'm coming or going, I'm early or late
Paul McCartney Figure of eight (Flowers in the dirt)
***
Carson's pov
"Where is he?" Carson heard McKay before he had even entered his lab. He bit back a grin as the sturdy man ran towards him.
"You need to come with me," McKay stated, playing with a suspicious looking object.
"Oh, do I?"
The furrow on McKay's forehead deepened as his demand was being questioned. Obviously McKay wasn't used to opposition. Which was part of the attraction. McKay was quite demanding and it intrigued Carson. He was convinced McKay could be compliant, if only motivated. McKay didn't know yet, but Carson would make him comply. And they would both enjoy it.
***
Rodney's pov
The man was driving him up the wall, Rodney thought, watching Beckett continue his work. Deliberately placid.
Rodney wasn't even sure what annoyed him most. The fact that Beckett had the gene and he did not or that the man didn't seem to be the slightest bit inclined to cooperate. Challenging his authority with these sweet, fake-innocent smiles. Rodney wasn't sure what he'd rather do - hit him on the head or grab him to kiss him senseless.
Before he was able to make up his mind, Beckett gave in.
He could hit him on the head later, Rodney decided.
Title: Got my mind set on you
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: pre-slash, er
Rating: G
Summary: Carson's got his mind set on Rodney...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 037 fast; mcbeckchallenge "At first sight"
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
Well I recall the time and place
When they announced her precious face
I thought at once my heart would burst
Still every time is like the first
Paul McCartney That day is done (Flowers in the dirt)
A/N: The version of the song I linked to is by Elvis Costello. It's an unplugged version and sung on a tribute concert for Linda McCartney in 1999.
***
Antarctica, 2004
It was the broad shoulders, Carson told himself as he curled up under his blanket. He'd heard the rumors about McKay and Carter and should have been prepared.
McKay was everything he liked in a guy. Tall, broad shoulders, sturdy built.
He tried hard not to think of the firm grip of McKay's hand as they were introduced as he slid his hand into his pyjama bottoms. And he certainly wasn't thinking of that crooked mouth and what he wanted McKay to do with it.
Carson pulled back his hand, reluctantly. It wasn't right, he thought. But McKay was hot.
***
Atlantis, about a year later
"Do something, Carson," Rodney whined, rolling onto his side and pulling the blanket tightly around his frame.
"It's a cold, Rodney," Carson explained gently and wiped the sweat from Rodney's forehead. "You need to sleep."
"I can't, Zelenka will make a mess of my lab!"
"No," Carson stated firmly. "He's quite capable. Now go back to sleep or I'll let Biro take care of you."
Rodney sulked, but didn't dare to contradict.
"You just want to keep me in your bed." he finally said accusingly as Carson got up.
Carson grinned. "Aye, from the moment I met you in Antarctica."
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: pre-slash
Rating: G
Summary: Carson's not cooperative...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 035 foreplay
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: This is one of my favourite songs of Paul. And it did so fit for a confused Rodney! :)
You've got me running in a figure of eight
Don't know if I'm coming or going, I'm early or late
Paul McCartney Figure of eight (Flowers in the dirt)
***
Carson's pov
"Where is he?" Carson heard McKay before he had even entered his lab. He bit back a grin as the sturdy man ran towards him.
"You need to come with me," McKay stated, playing with a suspicious looking object.
"Oh, do I?"
The furrow on McKay's forehead deepened as his demand was being questioned. Obviously McKay wasn't used to opposition. Which was part of the attraction. McKay was quite demanding and it intrigued Carson. He was convinced McKay could be compliant, if only motivated. McKay didn't know yet, but Carson would make him comply. And they would both enjoy it.
***
Rodney's pov
The man was driving him up the wall, Rodney thought, watching Beckett continue his work. Deliberately placid.
Rodney wasn't even sure what annoyed him most. The fact that Beckett had the gene and he did not or that the man didn't seem to be the slightest bit inclined to cooperate. Challenging his authority with these sweet, fake-innocent smiles. Rodney wasn't sure what he'd rather do - hit him on the head or grab him to kiss him senseless.
Before he was able to make up his mind, Beckett gave in.
He could hit him on the head later, Rodney decided.
Title: Got my mind set on you
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: pre-slash, er
Rating: G
Summary: Carson's got his mind set on Rodney...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 037 fast; mcbeckchallenge "At first sight"
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
Well I recall the time and place
When they announced her precious face
I thought at once my heart would burst
Still every time is like the first
Paul McCartney That day is done (Flowers in the dirt)
A/N: The version of the song I linked to is by Elvis Costello. It's an unplugged version and sung on a tribute concert for Linda McCartney in 1999.
***
Antarctica, 2004
It was the broad shoulders, Carson told himself as he curled up under his blanket. He'd heard the rumors about McKay and Carter and should have been prepared.
McKay was everything he liked in a guy. Tall, broad shoulders, sturdy built.
He tried hard not to think of the firm grip of McKay's hand as they were introduced as he slid his hand into his pyjama bottoms. And he certainly wasn't thinking of that crooked mouth and what he wanted McKay to do with it.
Carson pulled back his hand, reluctantly. It wasn't right, he thought. But McKay was hot.
***
Atlantis, about a year later
"Do something, Carson," Rodney whined, rolling onto his side and pulling the blanket tightly around his frame.
"It's a cold, Rodney," Carson explained gently and wiped the sweat from Rodney's forehead. "You need to sleep."
"I can't, Zelenka will make a mess of my lab!"
"No," Carson stated firmly. "He's quite capable. Now go back to sleep or I'll let Biro take care of you."
Rodney sulked, but didn't dare to contradict.
"You just want to keep me in your bed." he finally said accusingly as Carson got up.
Carson grinned. "Aye, from the moment I met you in Antarctica."