Fic: A Number of Firsts
Title: A Number of Firsts
Author: The Lady of Shadows
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairings: McShep
Author’s Notes: Umm, this is the closest I’ve ever came to writing a lemon. So if it sucks, I’m sorry. Beta’d by Penny S. Thanks to Barb G for her help in fixing the errors.
A Number of Firsts
For the SGAFlashfic Virgin Challenge
Rodney slowly woke up to the feeling of a full bladder. He gradually opened his eyes. The light seared his eyes, then he slammed them shut. He groaned as he felt the jackhammers begin to pound in his skull. He had a hangover. He couldn’t believe he had a hangover. He had never gotten drunk before because he had never wanted to risk losing too many of his precious brain cells. Fuck, his head was killing him. He shifted uncomfortably; he really didn’t want to open his eyes and get out of bed. He sighed and began to roll out of his bed. Then he bumped into a warm body instead of the edge of his bed.
Warm body . . . did he . . . did he get lucky? His full bladder forgotten, Rodney began to think about what had happened last night. They had been celebrating the fact that they had stopped the Wraith from reaching Earth. As well as John, Ronon, and him escaping from the Wraith Hive ship alive. They had downed glass after glass of the swill the Athosians called alcohol and the stuff Radek produced from his still. Everyone had seemed to have a great time. Things got hazier as the night progressed. He remembered . . .
Hot kisses. The feel of hot, silken skin underneath his fingertips and someone’s hot gasps in his ear. A mouth that had licked and nipped its way down the side of his neck until it reached his nipples.
His brow furrowed. Who the hell did he sleep with? Logically, all he had to do was open his eyes to find out. But he really didn’t want to. The light hurt too much and he wasn’t that fond of pain.
‘Rodney! Oh god! Rodney . . . gasp . . . more!’ Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling convulsively as he sucked on the cock in his mouth.
Cock in his mouth? He had sex with a guy? Rodney began to hyperventilate. ‘Oh god, oh god! I had sex with a guy! Who? Was it Radek? Carson? Ronon? . . . maybe it was, no, no, no hopefully it was John.’ He though hard, ignoring the pounding in his skull, trying to remember what exactly had happened last night.
Harsh breathing in his ear. The feeling of someone’s slim, muscled body moving over his. Warm metal sliding gently, back and forth across his back. Someone's rough, calloused hands firmly stroking his leaking cock eliciting from him an endless string of whimpers. Him moaning for more, harder, faster, “Please, John, please!
Rodney went still. It was John. The first guy he had ever had sex with was the best friend he had ever had. One of the few people he trusted absolutely. He sighed and gently rolled off the other side of the bed, careful not to wake up John. He shuffled to the bathroom. His eyes half open, head pounding and relieved his full bladder. He shuffled back out of the bathroom and towards the bed. He almost tripped on one of John’s sneakers and peered carefully at the floor around him, looking for more obstacles in his path. John and his clothes were scattered everywhere.
They stumbled into the room. Desperately trying to pull each other’s clothes off and still keep kissing and touching one another. Flinging their clothes off to the side and going back for another long, hot, wet kiss and the slow glide of fingers on hot skin. John shoving him onto the bed and crawling slowly up his body. John’s hot mouth sliding up his body, proceeding to kiss and nip his way up his hip bones. Pausing to suck nipples into his hot, greedy mouth until he finally made his way up for another desperate kiss.
Rodney blinked away the memory and shivered then continued walking back to bed. He paused at the foot of the bed and peered at John who was sleeping peacefully. Or he thought he was sleeping until John opened one bleary, hazel eye. “Come back to bed, Rodney,” he whispered in a sleepy drawl.
“’Kay.” Rodney whispered and crawled back in beside him.
John wrapped himself around Rodney, rubbing his nose into the back of Rodney’s neck. Rodney shut his eyes contentedly. Letting John’s heat seep into his bones as he slowly drifted back into sleep. ‘A series of firsts,’ he thought dimly, just before he went to sleep. ‘First time I got drunk, the first time I had drunken sex, the first time for sex with another man, and my first time with John.’
Zha'hai'vallv'a!
Author: The Lady of Shadows
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairings: McShep
Author’s Notes: Umm, this is the closest I’ve ever came to writing a lemon. So if it sucks, I’m sorry. Beta’d by Penny S. Thanks to Barb G for her help in fixing the errors.
A Number of Firsts
For the SGAFlashfic Virgin Challenge
Rodney slowly woke up to the feeling of a full bladder. He gradually opened his eyes. The light seared his eyes, then he slammed them shut. He groaned as he felt the jackhammers begin to pound in his skull. He had a hangover. He couldn’t believe he had a hangover. He had never gotten drunk before because he had never wanted to risk losing too many of his precious brain cells. Fuck, his head was killing him. He shifted uncomfortably; he really didn’t want to open his eyes and get out of bed. He sighed and began to roll out of his bed. Then he bumped into a warm body instead of the edge of his bed.
Warm body . . . did he . . . did he get lucky? His full bladder forgotten, Rodney began to think about what had happened last night. They had been celebrating the fact that they had stopped the Wraith from reaching Earth. As well as John, Ronon, and him escaping from the Wraith Hive ship alive. They had downed glass after glass of the swill the Athosians called alcohol and the stuff Radek produced from his still. Everyone had seemed to have a great time. Things got hazier as the night progressed. He remembered . . .
Hot kisses. The feel of hot, silken skin underneath his fingertips and someone’s hot gasps in his ear. A mouth that had licked and nipped its way down the side of his neck until it reached his nipples.
His brow furrowed. Who the hell did he sleep with? Logically, all he had to do was open his eyes to find out. But he really didn’t want to. The light hurt too much and he wasn’t that fond of pain.
‘Rodney! Oh god! Rodney . . . gasp . . . more!’ Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling convulsively as he sucked on the cock in his mouth.
Cock in his mouth? He had sex with a guy? Rodney began to hyperventilate. ‘Oh god, oh god! I had sex with a guy! Who? Was it Radek? Carson? Ronon? . . . maybe it was, no, no, no hopefully it was John.’ He though hard, ignoring the pounding in his skull, trying to remember what exactly had happened last night.
Harsh breathing in his ear. The feeling of someone’s slim, muscled body moving over his. Warm metal sliding gently, back and forth across his back. Someone's rough, calloused hands firmly stroking his leaking cock eliciting from him an endless string of whimpers. Him moaning for more, harder, faster, “Please, John, please!
Rodney went still. It was John. The first guy he had ever had sex with was the best friend he had ever had. One of the few people he trusted absolutely. He sighed and gently rolled off the other side of the bed, careful not to wake up John. He shuffled to the bathroom. His eyes half open, head pounding and relieved his full bladder. He shuffled back out of the bathroom and towards the bed. He almost tripped on one of John’s sneakers and peered carefully at the floor around him, looking for more obstacles in his path. John and his clothes were scattered everywhere.
They stumbled into the room. Desperately trying to pull each other’s clothes off and still keep kissing and touching one another. Flinging their clothes off to the side and going back for another long, hot, wet kiss and the slow glide of fingers on hot skin. John shoving him onto the bed and crawling slowly up his body. John’s hot mouth sliding up his body, proceeding to kiss and nip his way up his hip bones. Pausing to suck nipples into his hot, greedy mouth until he finally made his way up for another desperate kiss.
Rodney blinked away the memory and shivered then continued walking back to bed. He paused at the foot of the bed and peered at John who was sleeping peacefully. Or he thought he was sleeping until John opened one bleary, hazel eye. “Come back to bed, Rodney,” he whispered in a sleepy drawl.
“’Kay.” Rodney whispered and crawled back in beside him.
John wrapped himself around Rodney, rubbing his nose into the back of Rodney’s neck. Rodney shut his eyes contentedly. Letting John’s heat seep into his bones as he slowly drifted back into sleep. ‘A series of firsts,’ he thought dimly, just before he went to sleep. ‘First time I got drunk, the first time I had drunken sex, the first time for sex with another man, and my first time with John.’
Zha'hai'vallv'a!