"John started to almost sway towards him, the top still riding up..."
Title: Lazy Morning
Characters/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Written For: 30_kisses, for the prompt 'Good Night'.
Notes: klo_the_hobbit was my wonderful beta. Just some fluff. Most of this was written in IM to forcryinoutloud so this is to her. I tried to fix the tense [as my IM tense was alll over the place] but if I missed a bit, point it out but don't mock. Please? I am only a poor uni student.
Summary: Still, Rodney will have a secret rush of pleasure every time John raises his arms or bends over, in the hope that his shirt will rise just enough to show it off.
Lazy Morning
There was just a flash of side hip bone and a sliver of belly, as John stretched his arms upward, yawning like a cat with his hair all rumbled, more so than normal, as if he had just rolled out of bed - which he had. His eyes were sleep filled and crinkled at the edges, another sign that he was not fully awake.
From the bed, a sleepy Rodney watched as John ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, his other hand scratching at the exposed belly skin. Rodney has a flash of memory from last night, when it was his hands touching John's hair and his hands skimming over the flat skin of John's stomach. The shirt wrinkled up as John's hand moved further and further from its starting point, another yawn escaping John's mouth and making him seem like a contented cat.
Rodney blinked a few times, not moving from the bed and ruining the moment. For once he was perfectly content to be silent, watching John in a rare moment of relaxation. John twisted and squirmed slightly as his fingers moved, almost as if he was tickling himself - something Rodney knew was physically impossible, despite the evidence in front of him.
The exposed skin flashed again in the half light, the bronzing of it making the bite mark stand out all the more. There was a faint purple bruising around the mark and Rodney knew it would remain there for days to come, reminding John of last night. Rodney will remember too, every time that he dares to look over at John, dressed or not, his eyes dipping to the hip bone and the bite he will know is resting under the layer of clothing, a bite Rodney left as a mark, a sign. Rodney knew better than to leave a mark where it might be visible to the naked eye, such as the more conventional places like the collarbone or neck. Knew that John wasn't quite ready for such a branding, no matter how much Rodney wanted to do that, to tell the world who John belonged to.
Still, Rodney will have a secret rush of pleasure every time John raises his arms or bends over, in the hope that his shirt will rise just enough to show it off.
It was almost enough, Rodney realised with a jolt of shock. It was almost enough to make up for John slinking out of the room in the early hours or not even staying the night. Only... John wasn't slinking off today. Rodney blinked slowly, his brain waking up bit by bit, only for it to dip back its slumber at the sleepy grin John tossed him when he noticed Rodney was watching. Deliberately, John stretched some more, his bare feet arching off the ground, his arms high above his head, letting more of his stomach show. He made a great show of turning his arms as if simply waking up his limbs, the sleepy grin still present.
John made a slow circle, still stretching, the thin strip of skin making Rodney's brain melt. He was confused, thrown by this change in routine and Rodney even almost got out of the bed to check John's temperature but the show in front of him rooted him in place, his mouth slowly dropping open.
John reached the end of his circle, facing Rodney again and slowing lowering his arms. The grin was gone, to be replaced by an uncertain look that makes Rodney's insides clench. He suddenly realises how this must look to John - him, lying in bed, silent, just watching and giving no obvious sign.
"John?" Rodney asked in a rough voice, not even fully sure of what he was asking. It was clearly the right thing though, because the uncertain look faded to be replaced by a shy smile, a rare, genuine smile.
John started to almost sway towards him, the top still riding up, leaving the bite visible to Rodney, who couldn't decide where to look - the bite, the skin, the legs, arms, John's face? It's all too much at once and as always Rodney was struck by how handsome John really was. And how lucky he was.
John is a treasure, Rodney knows, someone to be treated with awe and love. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, not even on pain of no sex.
Rodney sat up a little more as John reached the foot of the bed, now puzzled beyond all measure. It's so far from the normal routine that Rodney would say he wasn't in Kansas any more. Not that he was completely sure he should be complaining.
Slowly, painfully slowly, John dipped himself down onto the bed, crawling up it to Rodney, a slight twinkle in his eyes. He almost climbed over Rodney, placing his body in such a way that Rodney was forced to lie back down and stare up at neck at the tip of a black T-shirt. John lowered his head, resting his lips against Rodney's forehead, still completely silent. He hadn't said a word all morning and Rodney didn't know what to say. So that just left the silence in the room, speaking for both of them.
John shifted down slightly, his lips brushing against Rodney's skin, leaving an invisible mark. Instinctively, Rodney closed his eyes as John's lips came near them, letting the lips ghost over his eyelids. John's body stopped in its movement, but his head started to shift to the right, across skin until it reached Rodney's ear. For a few, long seconds there is more silence, Rodney feeling nothing but John's body pressing against his, John's breath hot on his skin.
"Rodney..." John whispered, his breath fluttering in time to his chest. His voice failed after that, as if what he is trying to say refuses to come out. Instead he kissed Rodney's ear before sucking on the earlobe gently and making Rodney's breath catch. Arms reached for Rodney's, fingers stroking the bare skin, running up and down its length.
Suddenly, Rodney realised that while he was naked, John was still clothed. Clothed in his running away outfit... but he was still making no effort to run away and all the while, the day was passing, second by precious second. If John wasn't careful, he would be trapped in Rodney's room, his window of opportunity missed. And wasn't that a thought. But Rodney couldn't do that to him, couldn't let himself have what he wanted.
“John... it's morning.” He said finally, as John began to mouth his way from Rodney's earlobe and along the jaw line, peppering kisses as he went. It was harder and harder for Rodney to concentrate and with a burst of frantic energy he managed to lift his arm, pushing weakly at John's side.
“Morning, John, morning. Aren't you normally out of here by now?” Rodney said, a hint of bitterness creeping into the sentence, without him meaning it to. John paused in his exploration and a tiny voice in Rodney's mind instantly began to bitch at Rodney, moaning about talking equalling lack of kissing. The silence stretched on, John remaining silent, and Rodney not knowing what to say or do to make it all better. To fix it.
John's lips were still pressed against Rodney's skin, so close against him, that he could feel every tiny tremor that passed through them. He could feel them slowly curl into a smile before the pressure was suddenly gone and John was sitting upright, his legs still straddling Rodney.
Rodney felt his eyes go wide as John pulled the black shirt off his body, revealing tanned skin under. Even though Rodney had seen that skin only a couple of hours ago, he still had the overwhelming urge to reach out to it, touching and stroking every possible scrap of flesh.
As John lowered his torso and head back down, Rodney's hand slipped to the bite, his fingers gently tracing the mark and then the surrounding bruises. John gave a started choking noise, his chest vibrating against Rodney's.
“God Rodney...” John spoke softly, shifting to the left slightly in order to free Rodney's body before he started to complain about lack of oxygen. Rodney's hand followed him as he went, as if Rodney couldn't bare to be separated from John in any way.
John pressed his lips against Rodney's wide mouth, a lazy kiss that promised time, time they both knew they wouldn't have, not on Atlantis, where anything could go wrong at any time. Still, the kiss deepened, Rodney moaning into it slightly, his hand falling away from John's hip. It was a lazy morning kiss, something that was safe and yet dangerous.
When John finally pulled away from Rodney, both of them were panting for breath, Rodney feeling very flushed. There was a devilish grin on John's face that he found alarming but even as he tried to suck in enough oxygen to fuel his brain cells in order to do something about the look, John had bent his head against, this time alighting on Rodney's neck, where his shoulder joined it.
He kissed at first, choosing a tiny spot of skin to focus on, enjoying the panted gasps that slipped from Rodney's mouth. Soon, the kiss changed to sucking and nibbling as John set about marking Rodney's neck as his own. The other man whimpered frantically, his hands gripping the sheets with as much force as he could muster.
Slowly, John pulled away, noticing with some satisfaction that the mark was already being to darken. With a light sign he collapsed to the side of Rodney, pressing his bare chest against Rodney's. The faint grey of the dawn filtered in through the window as John rearranged himself to both their comfort, his arms entwining around Rodney.
“Good night Rodney.” John whispered. Rodney half turned to face him, snuggling in deeper.
“Technically it's morning.” Rodney answered in the same whispered tone, arguing despite himself. John simply smiled and tightened his grip, his eyes drifting closed.
“Night Rodney.” He simply repeated.
::fin::
Characters/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Written For: 30_kisses, for the prompt 'Good Night'.
Notes: klo_the_hobbit was my wonderful beta. Just some fluff. Most of this was written in IM to forcryinoutloud so this is to her. I tried to fix the tense [as my IM tense was alll over the place] but if I missed a bit, point it out but don't mock. Please? I am only a poor uni student.
Summary: Still, Rodney will have a secret rush of pleasure every time John raises his arms or bends over, in the hope that his shirt will rise just enough to show it off.
Lazy Morning
There was just a flash of side hip bone and a sliver of belly, as John stretched his arms upward, yawning like a cat with his hair all rumbled, more so than normal, as if he had just rolled out of bed - which he had. His eyes were sleep filled and crinkled at the edges, another sign that he was not fully awake.
From the bed, a sleepy Rodney watched as John ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, his other hand scratching at the exposed belly skin. Rodney has a flash of memory from last night, when it was his hands touching John's hair and his hands skimming over the flat skin of John's stomach. The shirt wrinkled up as John's hand moved further and further from its starting point, another yawn escaping John's mouth and making him seem like a contented cat.
Rodney blinked a few times, not moving from the bed and ruining the moment. For once he was perfectly content to be silent, watching John in a rare moment of relaxation. John twisted and squirmed slightly as his fingers moved, almost as if he was tickling himself - something Rodney knew was physically impossible, despite the evidence in front of him.
The exposed skin flashed again in the half light, the bronzing of it making the bite mark stand out all the more. There was a faint purple bruising around the mark and Rodney knew it would remain there for days to come, reminding John of last night. Rodney will remember too, every time that he dares to look over at John, dressed or not, his eyes dipping to the hip bone and the bite he will know is resting under the layer of clothing, a bite Rodney left as a mark, a sign. Rodney knew better than to leave a mark where it might be visible to the naked eye, such as the more conventional places like the collarbone or neck. Knew that John wasn't quite ready for such a branding, no matter how much Rodney wanted to do that, to tell the world who John belonged to.
Still, Rodney will have a secret rush of pleasure every time John raises his arms or bends over, in the hope that his shirt will rise just enough to show it off.
It was almost enough, Rodney realised with a jolt of shock. It was almost enough to make up for John slinking out of the room in the early hours or not even staying the night. Only... John wasn't slinking off today. Rodney blinked slowly, his brain waking up bit by bit, only for it to dip back its slumber at the sleepy grin John tossed him when he noticed Rodney was watching. Deliberately, John stretched some more, his bare feet arching off the ground, his arms high above his head, letting more of his stomach show. He made a great show of turning his arms as if simply waking up his limbs, the sleepy grin still present.
John made a slow circle, still stretching, the thin strip of skin making Rodney's brain melt. He was confused, thrown by this change in routine and Rodney even almost got out of the bed to check John's temperature but the show in front of him rooted him in place, his mouth slowly dropping open.
John reached the end of his circle, facing Rodney again and slowing lowering his arms. The grin was gone, to be replaced by an uncertain look that makes Rodney's insides clench. He suddenly realises how this must look to John - him, lying in bed, silent, just watching and giving no obvious sign.
"John?" Rodney asked in a rough voice, not even fully sure of what he was asking. It was clearly the right thing though, because the uncertain look faded to be replaced by a shy smile, a rare, genuine smile.
John started to almost sway towards him, the top still riding up, leaving the bite visible to Rodney, who couldn't decide where to look - the bite, the skin, the legs, arms, John's face? It's all too much at once and as always Rodney was struck by how handsome John really was. And how lucky he was.
John is a treasure, Rodney knows, someone to be treated with awe and love. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, not even on pain of no sex.
Rodney sat up a little more as John reached the foot of the bed, now puzzled beyond all measure. It's so far from the normal routine that Rodney would say he wasn't in Kansas any more. Not that he was completely sure he should be complaining.
Slowly, painfully slowly, John dipped himself down onto the bed, crawling up it to Rodney, a slight twinkle in his eyes. He almost climbed over Rodney, placing his body in such a way that Rodney was forced to lie back down and stare up at neck at the tip of a black T-shirt. John lowered his head, resting his lips against Rodney's forehead, still completely silent. He hadn't said a word all morning and Rodney didn't know what to say. So that just left the silence in the room, speaking for both of them.
John shifted down slightly, his lips brushing against Rodney's skin, leaving an invisible mark. Instinctively, Rodney closed his eyes as John's lips came near them, letting the lips ghost over his eyelids. John's body stopped in its movement, but his head started to shift to the right, across skin until it reached Rodney's ear. For a few, long seconds there is more silence, Rodney feeling nothing but John's body pressing against his, John's breath hot on his skin.
"Rodney..." John whispered, his breath fluttering in time to his chest. His voice failed after that, as if what he is trying to say refuses to come out. Instead he kissed Rodney's ear before sucking on the earlobe gently and making Rodney's breath catch. Arms reached for Rodney's, fingers stroking the bare skin, running up and down its length.
Suddenly, Rodney realised that while he was naked, John was still clothed. Clothed in his running away outfit... but he was still making no effort to run away and all the while, the day was passing, second by precious second. If John wasn't careful, he would be trapped in Rodney's room, his window of opportunity missed. And wasn't that a thought. But Rodney couldn't do that to him, couldn't let himself have what he wanted.
“John... it's morning.” He said finally, as John began to mouth his way from Rodney's earlobe and along the jaw line, peppering kisses as he went. It was harder and harder for Rodney to concentrate and with a burst of frantic energy he managed to lift his arm, pushing weakly at John's side.
“Morning, John, morning. Aren't you normally out of here by now?” Rodney said, a hint of bitterness creeping into the sentence, without him meaning it to. John paused in his exploration and a tiny voice in Rodney's mind instantly began to bitch at Rodney, moaning about talking equalling lack of kissing. The silence stretched on, John remaining silent, and Rodney not knowing what to say or do to make it all better. To fix it.
John's lips were still pressed against Rodney's skin, so close against him, that he could feel every tiny tremor that passed through them. He could feel them slowly curl into a smile before the pressure was suddenly gone and John was sitting upright, his legs still straddling Rodney.
Rodney felt his eyes go wide as John pulled the black shirt off his body, revealing tanned skin under. Even though Rodney had seen that skin only a couple of hours ago, he still had the overwhelming urge to reach out to it, touching and stroking every possible scrap of flesh.
As John lowered his torso and head back down, Rodney's hand slipped to the bite, his fingers gently tracing the mark and then the surrounding bruises. John gave a started choking noise, his chest vibrating against Rodney's.
“God Rodney...” John spoke softly, shifting to the left slightly in order to free Rodney's body before he started to complain about lack of oxygen. Rodney's hand followed him as he went, as if Rodney couldn't bare to be separated from John in any way.
John pressed his lips against Rodney's wide mouth, a lazy kiss that promised time, time they both knew they wouldn't have, not on Atlantis, where anything could go wrong at any time. Still, the kiss deepened, Rodney moaning into it slightly, his hand falling away from John's hip. It was a lazy morning kiss, something that was safe and yet dangerous.
When John finally pulled away from Rodney, both of them were panting for breath, Rodney feeling very flushed. There was a devilish grin on John's face that he found alarming but even as he tried to suck in enough oxygen to fuel his brain cells in order to do something about the look, John had bent his head against, this time alighting on Rodney's neck, where his shoulder joined it.
He kissed at first, choosing a tiny spot of skin to focus on, enjoying the panted gasps that slipped from Rodney's mouth. Soon, the kiss changed to sucking and nibbling as John set about marking Rodney's neck as his own. The other man whimpered frantically, his hands gripping the sheets with as much force as he could muster.
Slowly, John pulled away, noticing with some satisfaction that the mark was already being to darken. With a light sign he collapsed to the side of Rodney, pressing his bare chest against Rodney's. The faint grey of the dawn filtered in through the window as John rearranged himself to both their comfort, his arms entwining around Rodney.
“Good night Rodney.” John whispered. Rodney half turned to face him, snuggling in deeper.
“Technically it's morning.” Rodney answered in the same whispered tone, arguing despite himself. John simply smiled and tightened his grip, his eyes drifting closed.
“Night Rodney.” He simply repeated.
::fin::