Fic: 4 Times Rodney told Carson "I hate you!" and one time he didn't (1/5) - Sunrise [SGA, McBeck,M]
Title: 4 Times Rodney told Carson "I hate you!" and one time he didn't (1/5) - Sunrise
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Kink: orgasm denial, sort of.
Categories: ER, romance, PWP, 5 times
Rating: M
Summary: Rodney couldn't think of a better way of waking up, slowly surfacing from sleep and occasionally slipping back into that drowsy state of half-consciousness again, all in your lover's arms...
Word count: 1164
Prompt: lover100 # 001 - writer's choice
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Thank you very much, inkscribe: you did a wonderful job betaing this "baby"! *hugs* The title is taken from the song with the same name by the great Norah Jones.
Locations: atlantiskink, malesofatlantis, beckett_mckay, lover100, my lj
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How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
Erasure, "I love to hate you"
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1. Sunrise
Rodney usually woke up around six in the morning, always a few minutes before his alarm sounded. He woke up at that time even on Sunday, his day off. On those Sundays he'd usually wake up spooning against Carson's front or back. No matter in what position he fell asleep, his body always seemed to be drawn to Carson's sleeping form like to a magnet. Rodney couldn't think of a better way of waking up, slowly surfacing from sleep and occasionally slipping back into that drowsy state of half-consciousness again, all in your lover's arms. Knowing there was no duty waiting to be done, no mortal danger to face and no meetings to attend to.
He enjoyed the warmth and strength of Carson's arm around his middle. The protective, almost possessive gesture of a hand against his chest, giving him a feeling of being loved and needed, grounded him. Puffs of warm breath against his neck, the steady and reassuring rise and fall of his lover's lightly furred chest against his own broad back. The silence in his quarters and the peace in his mind. Nothing to think about, except how good and right this all felt.
Inhaling deeply Rodney snuggled back a bit further into Carson's arms. He loved waking up next to the Scot. So intoxicating, that smell of sleep-warmed bodies, a hint of sweat and the heady scent of sex, clinging to their skin and to the sheets. The faint reminders of his lover's touch on his body, the memories of talented fingers tracing patterns on slick skin. The sweet torture those callused palms were able to create, sliding over heated flesh, creating friction and pressure in all the right places. Hands that knew him more intimately than any lover before and usually reduced him to a quivering mass of nerves and muscles, an aching puddle of need and want. Just thinking of the night before made him tingle in anticipation all over, again.
They'd both been tired, Carson even more so than him. It was all so unhurried and gentle, warm and deep. They shared a shower, trading sweet, wet kisses. Carson clung to him, more asleep than awake, but still so very responsive. His lover's sturdy frame pliant against his chest as Rodney slowly soaked him up and laved him down.
He'd taken him to bed, completely amazed by Carson's genuine and uninhibited reactions, just like the very first time they'd ever made love and not just had sex, fumbling around with their hands down each other's pants. Sometimes Carson was so controlled in bed, held back his own pleasure in favour for his lover's. Watched him with intense blue eyes, focussing on every move on Rodney's face while doing the most amazing things to his body.
But tired like this, exhausted both mentally and physically, Carson had been unable to resist him.
Comfortably spooned up against his lover's back he gently stroked, nipped and kissed every patch of warm skin within reach, loosing himself in Carson's soft encouraging moans and pleas. They swayed and rocked against each other, ever so slowly, chest to back and hip to thigh. Then Carson's hand covered his, body tensing and head falling back against his shoulder, warm fluid filling his fist and spilling on Carson's fingers and belly and on the bed. He held Carson in the aftermath, tenderly caressing his shuddering frame and gently bringing him down from the high.
Eventually his lover's ragged breathing evened out and the shivers subsided while he continued to slowly rock against Carson's body. It took him awhile to realise Carson had fallen asleep in his arms before Rodney found his own release.
Groaning half-tired, half-frustrated he'd pulled away, cleaned Carson and himself with his discarded boxers and tucked his sleeping lover in. He'd kissed his shoulder, rolled on his back and for a short moment considered taking things in his own hand. Half-heartedly he'd slid his hand down his belly, weighing arousal against fatigue. In the end, after a few slow, tentative strokes tiredness won over and, his hand still loosely gripping himself, he'd slipped into sleep.
Now he was awake, bits of him even more so than others. He reached for Carson's hand on his chest and brought their intertwined fingers to his lips, softly kissing the palm.
"Carson", he whispered hotly, arching his back. "Come on, babe, wake up..."
This just wasn't fair, Rodney thought sourly. He was neatly tucked into his beautiful and talented lover's arms, which used to be the best place in any given galaxy - if said lover was awake and in the mood. It had taken him some time to figure it out, but Carson was a late riser while he was an early bird. Carson enjoyed making love before going to sleep, while Rodney liked doing it before getting out of bed.
With a soft growl Carson shifted against his back and tightened his grip on Rodney's waist, burrowing his face deeper into his lover's neck, his stubbly chin scratching over the sensitive skin there. Rodney hummed in response and started to sway his hips back against Carson's. Rough chest hair tickled his skin, sparking his arousal further. He moaned when he felt Carson's erection stir against him and guided his lover's hand down along his body. Carson had perfect doctor's hands. Knowing, experienced, wonderful, blissfully warm hands. Hands that did miracles on patients on a daily and on his body on a (more or less) nightly basis. Hands he wanted to be wrapped into and slowly brought off with.
"Carson, oh... please!"
His touch was driving Rodney insane.
He was tingling all over with the sensations of being trapped in his lover's warm embrace, full contact with warm skin, firm muscles and what promised to be a nice, hard erection pretty soon. His body was practically screaming for release after being denied orgasm the night before and he didn't care if Carson was still half asleep, as long as he got laid.
Carson smacked his lips and released a soft, annoyed sigh against his ear. He shifted again, pulled his arm from Rodney's waist and rolled back, facing away from him.
"Lemme sleep," he groused and wrapped the sheet tighter around his frame, effectively pulling it away from Rodney.
Rodney turned around and slowly shifted closer, slightly trembling. Tracing his fingertips over the line of the shoulder and down the arm, he feathered kisses on his lover's hairline.
"Carson," he murmured softly, grinding his arousal against the soft swell of Carson's arse.
He willed Carson to wake up, to writhe against him, softly murmuring encouraging words to his lover, encouraging him to have his wicked way with Rodney's body. He slid his hand over Carson's hip and tried to pull his lover closer. But Carson drowsily swatted his hand away and murmured in protest.
"Bugger off!"
With a frown Rodney stared at the back of Carson's neck and murmured: "I hate you."
The other parts can be found here:
2. Afternoon Delight
3. Protect and Survive
4. Secret Combination
5. The Greatest Flame
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Kink: orgasm denial, sort of.
Categories: ER, romance, PWP, 5 times
Rating: M
Summary: Rodney couldn't think of a better way of waking up, slowly surfacing from sleep and occasionally slipping back into that drowsy state of half-consciousness again, all in your lover's arms...
Word count: 1164
Prompt: lover100 # 001 - writer's choice
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Thank you very much, inkscribe: you did a wonderful job betaing this "baby"! *hugs* The title is taken from the song with the same name by the great Norah Jones.
Locations: atlantiskink, malesofatlantis, beckett_mckay, lover100, my lj
***
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
Erasure, "I love to hate you"
***
1. Sunrise
Rodney usually woke up around six in the morning, always a few minutes before his alarm sounded. He woke up at that time even on Sunday, his day off. On those Sundays he'd usually wake up spooning against Carson's front or back. No matter in what position he fell asleep, his body always seemed to be drawn to Carson's sleeping form like to a magnet. Rodney couldn't think of a better way of waking up, slowly surfacing from sleep and occasionally slipping back into that drowsy state of half-consciousness again, all in your lover's arms. Knowing there was no duty waiting to be done, no mortal danger to face and no meetings to attend to.
He enjoyed the warmth and strength of Carson's arm around his middle. The protective, almost possessive gesture of a hand against his chest, giving him a feeling of being loved and needed, grounded him. Puffs of warm breath against his neck, the steady and reassuring rise and fall of his lover's lightly furred chest against his own broad back. The silence in his quarters and the peace in his mind. Nothing to think about, except how good and right this all felt.
Inhaling deeply Rodney snuggled back a bit further into Carson's arms. He loved waking up next to the Scot. So intoxicating, that smell of sleep-warmed bodies, a hint of sweat and the heady scent of sex, clinging to their skin and to the sheets. The faint reminders of his lover's touch on his body, the memories of talented fingers tracing patterns on slick skin. The sweet torture those callused palms were able to create, sliding over heated flesh, creating friction and pressure in all the right places. Hands that knew him more intimately than any lover before and usually reduced him to a quivering mass of nerves and muscles, an aching puddle of need and want. Just thinking of the night before made him tingle in anticipation all over, again.
They'd both been tired, Carson even more so than him. It was all so unhurried and gentle, warm and deep. They shared a shower, trading sweet, wet kisses. Carson clung to him, more asleep than awake, but still so very responsive. His lover's sturdy frame pliant against his chest as Rodney slowly soaked him up and laved him down.
He'd taken him to bed, completely amazed by Carson's genuine and uninhibited reactions, just like the very first time they'd ever made love and not just had sex, fumbling around with their hands down each other's pants. Sometimes Carson was so controlled in bed, held back his own pleasure in favour for his lover's. Watched him with intense blue eyes, focussing on every move on Rodney's face while doing the most amazing things to his body.
But tired like this, exhausted both mentally and physically, Carson had been unable to resist him.
Comfortably spooned up against his lover's back he gently stroked, nipped and kissed every patch of warm skin within reach, loosing himself in Carson's soft encouraging moans and pleas. They swayed and rocked against each other, ever so slowly, chest to back and hip to thigh. Then Carson's hand covered his, body tensing and head falling back against his shoulder, warm fluid filling his fist and spilling on Carson's fingers and belly and on the bed. He held Carson in the aftermath, tenderly caressing his shuddering frame and gently bringing him down from the high.
Eventually his lover's ragged breathing evened out and the shivers subsided while he continued to slowly rock against Carson's body. It took him awhile to realise Carson had fallen asleep in his arms before Rodney found his own release.
Groaning half-tired, half-frustrated he'd pulled away, cleaned Carson and himself with his discarded boxers and tucked his sleeping lover in. He'd kissed his shoulder, rolled on his back and for a short moment considered taking things in his own hand. Half-heartedly he'd slid his hand down his belly, weighing arousal against fatigue. In the end, after a few slow, tentative strokes tiredness won over and, his hand still loosely gripping himself, he'd slipped into sleep.
Now he was awake, bits of him even more so than others. He reached for Carson's hand on his chest and brought their intertwined fingers to his lips, softly kissing the palm.
"Carson", he whispered hotly, arching his back. "Come on, babe, wake up..."
This just wasn't fair, Rodney thought sourly. He was neatly tucked into his beautiful and talented lover's arms, which used to be the best place in any given galaxy - if said lover was awake and in the mood. It had taken him some time to figure it out, but Carson was a late riser while he was an early bird. Carson enjoyed making love before going to sleep, while Rodney liked doing it before getting out of bed.
With a soft growl Carson shifted against his back and tightened his grip on Rodney's waist, burrowing his face deeper into his lover's neck, his stubbly chin scratching over the sensitive skin there. Rodney hummed in response and started to sway his hips back against Carson's. Rough chest hair tickled his skin, sparking his arousal further. He moaned when he felt Carson's erection stir against him and guided his lover's hand down along his body. Carson had perfect doctor's hands. Knowing, experienced, wonderful, blissfully warm hands. Hands that did miracles on patients on a daily and on his body on a (more or less) nightly basis. Hands he wanted to be wrapped into and slowly brought off with.
"Carson, oh... please!"
His touch was driving Rodney insane.
He was tingling all over with the sensations of being trapped in his lover's warm embrace, full contact with warm skin, firm muscles and what promised to be a nice, hard erection pretty soon. His body was practically screaming for release after being denied orgasm the night before and he didn't care if Carson was still half asleep, as long as he got laid.
Carson smacked his lips and released a soft, annoyed sigh against his ear. He shifted again, pulled his arm from Rodney's waist and rolled back, facing away from him.
"Lemme sleep," he groused and wrapped the sheet tighter around his frame, effectively pulling it away from Rodney.
Rodney turned around and slowly shifted closer, slightly trembling. Tracing his fingertips over the line of the shoulder and down the arm, he feathered kisses on his lover's hairline.
"Carson," he murmured softly, grinding his arousal against the soft swell of Carson's arse.
He willed Carson to wake up, to writhe against him, softly murmuring encouraging words to his lover, encouraging him to have his wicked way with Rodney's body. He slid his hand over Carson's hip and tried to pull his lover closer. But Carson drowsily swatted his hand away and murmured in protest.
"Bugger off!"
With a frown Rodney stared at the back of Carson's neck and murmured: "I hate you."
The other parts can be found here:
2. Afternoon Delight
3. Protect and Survive
4. Secret Combination
5. The Greatest Flame