Stimulus and Reponse, by Ellex
Title: Stimulus and Response
Author: ellex42
E-mail: ellex42@yahoo.com
Rating: Adult (NC-17)
Pairing: McKay/Kolya
Category: PWP, for now
Season/Episode: Season 2/AU
Warnings: Sort of non-consensual sex
Summary: "Kolya still came once, every night, and just stood over his bed, watching."
A/N: This is actually a possible scene from a longer story I’m working on. I’ve written the scene several different ways, but haven’t decided which version to use.
To set the stage: this takes place about a month after Siege 3. McKay is deeply depressed, overworked, and exhausted. He is abducted by Kolya, and due to some difficulties in getting to the Genii homeworld, McKay contracts pneumonia and nearly dies from it. In order to keep him alive, Kolya is forced to play nursemaid.
They’d left a small oil lamp burning through the night in those first days when McKay was so ill that they checked on him every few hours. Since his fever had broken, they had begun to leave him alone at night, although Kolya still came once every night, very late, and just stood over his bed, watching. McKay had ignored him in the first few days of his recovery, pretending to sleep. But tonight, as Kolya loomed over him, McKay opened his eyes and gazed back.
“Sheppard will not find you here,” Kolya said quietly.
One corner of McKay’s mouth twitched in something that could have been a bitter smile. “No,” he murmured, “he won’t find me.”
“You cannot escape me.”
McKay was silent, meeting Kolya’s burning gaze with weary indifference. He held the Genii’s eyes for a long moment before letting them close.
They flew open again when he felt the blankets drawn slowly down to the foot of the bed, but Kolya found only vague curiosity in the blue eyes. He lifted McKay into a sitting position, pulling the nightshirt over the scientist’s head, then laid him gently back on the bed.
The formerly stocky body was naked and exposed before him, unblemished except for the thin scar on his forearm. A light dusting of hair swept from his neck down to his groin, leaving the surprisingly well-developed shoulders and pectorals smooth. He was pale, almost unhealthily so, the skin glowing white in the lamplight, against which the pointed nipples stood out darkly.
Kolya brushed a finger over one of them, and was rewarded with a deeply indrawn breath from McKay. He trailed the finger down over the soft stomach to the softer penis in its nest of dark hair, and grasped it firmly. The only response was a small sigh, rough with the lingering congestion in McKay’s lungs. The cock in his hand didn’t move at all.
He frowned and moved back up the bed to lean in and lick at the same nipple he’d touched before. McKay made a tiny sound in the back of his throat, and Kolya sucked at it and reached over to roll the other nub between his fingers.
He looked up to find McKay’s eyes half-closed, and kept suckling and rubbing until the body beneath him pushed up against him - not much, not hard, just a tiny movement. He lifted his head and looked down at the limp, motionless cock that remained unaffected.
He turned and met McKay’s wry gaze.
“Not gonna happen, I’m afraid,” McKay said calmly.
A surge of something fierce and powerful hit Kolya and he lunged at the scientist, wrapping one strong hand around the vulnerable neck.
“Fight me,” he hissed in McKay’s ear.
“I can’t,” McKay replied, almost apologetic.
He brought the other hand to bear, squeezing lightly.
“Fight me,” he growled.
McKay raised one hand, trembling even from that small effort, and laid it on Kolya’s shoulder. The hand was strengthless and fell back almost immediately.
“I can’t,” he repeated. “Take what you want. I can’t stop you.”
The words seemed to wash away Kolya’s rage and he removed his hands from Rodney’s neck, descending on him in a flurry of sucking, licking, and biting: never hard enough to draw blood, but leaving distinct marks on the pale skin. He suckled roughly at the nipples, hands stroking down Rodney’s ribs and over his hips. One hand caught his penis again and fondled it, rubbing and pulling, but without result.
The scientist lay there, quiescent and silent, even when Kolya lifted Rodney’s hips and slid a pillow under them, spreading his thighs. He knelt between them, still fully clothed, and commanded, “Don’t move.” He thrust two fingers into Rodney’s mouth, wetting them thoroughly, before placing on fingertip between his ass cheeks at the tiny pucker.
Looking up to see Rodney’s face, he found the man still unalarmed, watching with tired acceptance. Thrusting the finger quickly and inexorably into the tight hole, he grinned wolfishly when Rodney’s eyes closed briefly - but when they opened again, there was still no reaction, no emotion to be seen.
He pulled the finger out partway and thrust again, the muscles gripping him involuntarily, the channel warm and damp. He held the flaccid cock in his other hand, gripping it lightly, as he searched inside Rodney for that one sweet spot. It wasn’t until he pushed a second finger into the hole, past the quickly relaxing entrance, that he found it and finally provoked a response. When he rubbed across the bump, Rodney’s eyes closed, his breath deepened, his head lolled back.
When he rubbed again, Kolya was rewarded with a sigh and a tiny movement of Rodney’s hips, but the cock in his hand didn’t even twitch as he probed. A glance confirmed that the scientist’s hand still lay unmoving at his sides.
Kolya released the lifeless penis and moved up the bed, his fingers still deep inside the yielding flesh, until he could bend down and take Rodney’s mouth with bruising force. He was careful not to interrupt the deep breaths, still rough with congestion, but kissed around the mouth, sweeping his tongue across the stubbled jaw, sucking hard on the thin lips.
He sat up, fingers thrusting rhythmically now, brushing the gland with every pass, the channel loose enough to squeeze in a third finger. Now he could hear a faint moan each time Rodney exhaled, his mouth wide open. He spread his hand across the flat belly, pushing down gently but firmly to feel the minute tremors in the stomach muscles.
Finally, he shoved his fingers in as far as he could and pressed against the nub, stimulating it continuously with an infinitesimal circular motion. Rodney’s hips jerked slightly - not enough to dislodge his fingers or even interrupt his rhythm. The scientist was gasping now, eyes wide open and staring blindly at the ceiling.
“John,” Kolya heard the name cried softly, and instantly pulled his fingers out of the hot channel and backed away. He watched the naked man on the bed tremble and shiver, breath slowing gradually.
It was several minutes before the blue eyes shifted to find him in the dim room. He couldn’t quite read the expression in them; it wasn’t the weary indifference he’d seen earlier. He thought there was, perhaps, some interest there now, some spark of curiosity that had finally been awakened.
He moved back to the bed, eased the pillow out from under McKay’s ass, and carefully pulled the discarded nightshirt over his head, guiding the unresisting arms into the sleeves. He gave the still limp cock a last caress before smoothing the blankets over him.
He didn’t look back as he left the room, but Kolya could feel McKay’s eyes on him until he shut the door.
Author: ellex42
E-mail: ellex42@yahoo.com
Rating: Adult (NC-17)
Pairing: McKay/Kolya
Category: PWP, for now
Season/Episode: Season 2/AU
Warnings: Sort of non-consensual sex
Summary: "Kolya still came once, every night, and just stood over his bed, watching."
A/N: This is actually a possible scene from a longer story I’m working on. I’ve written the scene several different ways, but haven’t decided which version to use.
To set the stage: this takes place about a month after Siege 3. McKay is deeply depressed, overworked, and exhausted. He is abducted by Kolya, and due to some difficulties in getting to the Genii homeworld, McKay contracts pneumonia and nearly dies from it. In order to keep him alive, Kolya is forced to play nursemaid.
They’d left a small oil lamp burning through the night in those first days when McKay was so ill that they checked on him every few hours. Since his fever had broken, they had begun to leave him alone at night, although Kolya still came once every night, very late, and just stood over his bed, watching. McKay had ignored him in the first few days of his recovery, pretending to sleep. But tonight, as Kolya loomed over him, McKay opened his eyes and gazed back.
“Sheppard will not find you here,” Kolya said quietly.
One corner of McKay’s mouth twitched in something that could have been a bitter smile. “No,” he murmured, “he won’t find me.”
“You cannot escape me.”
McKay was silent, meeting Kolya’s burning gaze with weary indifference. He held the Genii’s eyes for a long moment before letting them close.
They flew open again when he felt the blankets drawn slowly down to the foot of the bed, but Kolya found only vague curiosity in the blue eyes. He lifted McKay into a sitting position, pulling the nightshirt over the scientist’s head, then laid him gently back on the bed.
The formerly stocky body was naked and exposed before him, unblemished except for the thin scar on his forearm. A light dusting of hair swept from his neck down to his groin, leaving the surprisingly well-developed shoulders and pectorals smooth. He was pale, almost unhealthily so, the skin glowing white in the lamplight, against which the pointed nipples stood out darkly.
Kolya brushed a finger over one of them, and was rewarded with a deeply indrawn breath from McKay. He trailed the finger down over the soft stomach to the softer penis in its nest of dark hair, and grasped it firmly. The only response was a small sigh, rough with the lingering congestion in McKay’s lungs. The cock in his hand didn’t move at all.
He frowned and moved back up the bed to lean in and lick at the same nipple he’d touched before. McKay made a tiny sound in the back of his throat, and Kolya sucked at it and reached over to roll the other nub between his fingers.
He looked up to find McKay’s eyes half-closed, and kept suckling and rubbing until the body beneath him pushed up against him - not much, not hard, just a tiny movement. He lifted his head and looked down at the limp, motionless cock that remained unaffected.
He turned and met McKay’s wry gaze.
“Not gonna happen, I’m afraid,” McKay said calmly.
A surge of something fierce and powerful hit Kolya and he lunged at the scientist, wrapping one strong hand around the vulnerable neck.
“Fight me,” he hissed in McKay’s ear.
“I can’t,” McKay replied, almost apologetic.
He brought the other hand to bear, squeezing lightly.
“Fight me,” he growled.
McKay raised one hand, trembling even from that small effort, and laid it on Kolya’s shoulder. The hand was strengthless and fell back almost immediately.
“I can’t,” he repeated. “Take what you want. I can’t stop you.”
The words seemed to wash away Kolya’s rage and he removed his hands from Rodney’s neck, descending on him in a flurry of sucking, licking, and biting: never hard enough to draw blood, but leaving distinct marks on the pale skin. He suckled roughly at the nipples, hands stroking down Rodney’s ribs and over his hips. One hand caught his penis again and fondled it, rubbing and pulling, but without result.
The scientist lay there, quiescent and silent, even when Kolya lifted Rodney’s hips and slid a pillow under them, spreading his thighs. He knelt between them, still fully clothed, and commanded, “Don’t move.” He thrust two fingers into Rodney’s mouth, wetting them thoroughly, before placing on fingertip between his ass cheeks at the tiny pucker.
Looking up to see Rodney’s face, he found the man still unalarmed, watching with tired acceptance. Thrusting the finger quickly and inexorably into the tight hole, he grinned wolfishly when Rodney’s eyes closed briefly - but when they opened again, there was still no reaction, no emotion to be seen.
He pulled the finger out partway and thrust again, the muscles gripping him involuntarily, the channel warm and damp. He held the flaccid cock in his other hand, gripping it lightly, as he searched inside Rodney for that one sweet spot. It wasn’t until he pushed a second finger into the hole, past the quickly relaxing entrance, that he found it and finally provoked a response. When he rubbed across the bump, Rodney’s eyes closed, his breath deepened, his head lolled back.
When he rubbed again, Kolya was rewarded with a sigh and a tiny movement of Rodney’s hips, but the cock in his hand didn’t even twitch as he probed. A glance confirmed that the scientist’s hand still lay unmoving at his sides.
Kolya released the lifeless penis and moved up the bed, his fingers still deep inside the yielding flesh, until he could bend down and take Rodney’s mouth with bruising force. He was careful not to interrupt the deep breaths, still rough with congestion, but kissed around the mouth, sweeping his tongue across the stubbled jaw, sucking hard on the thin lips.
He sat up, fingers thrusting rhythmically now, brushing the gland with every pass, the channel loose enough to squeeze in a third finger. Now he could hear a faint moan each time Rodney exhaled, his mouth wide open. He spread his hand across the flat belly, pushing down gently but firmly to feel the minute tremors in the stomach muscles.
Finally, he shoved his fingers in as far as he could and pressed against the nub, stimulating it continuously with an infinitesimal circular motion. Rodney’s hips jerked slightly - not enough to dislodge his fingers or even interrupt his rhythm. The scientist was gasping now, eyes wide open and staring blindly at the ceiling.
“John,” Kolya heard the name cried softly, and instantly pulled his fingers out of the hot channel and backed away. He watched the naked man on the bed tremble and shiver, breath slowing gradually.
It was several minutes before the blue eyes shifted to find him in the dim room. He couldn’t quite read the expression in them; it wasn’t the weary indifference he’d seen earlier. He thought there was, perhaps, some interest there now, some spark of curiosity that had finally been awakened.
He moved back to the bed, eased the pillow out from under McKay’s ass, and carefully pulled the discarded nightshirt over his head, guiding the unresisting arms into the sleeves. He gave the still limp cock a last caress before smoothing the blankets over him.
He didn’t look back as he left the room, but Kolya could feel McKay’s eyes on him until he shut the door.