Bad Boyfriend
pairing: Mckay/Sheppard
Rating: hard R for laguage my mother wouldn't approve of
Warnings/ Authors notes: This is my first fic. Ever. I apologize for any badness. Unbetaed, please be nice.
Also, this ended up being a little off from where I wanted to go, but it is Halloween related (in my world anyway.)
Rodney McKay is, in short, a bad boyfriend. Not that John ever wanted anyone to know that he thought of Rodney in those terms. He doesn’t want to know that he thinks of Rodney as a boyfriend. John is supposed to be the perfectly hetero lieutenant colonel. But the fact remains that Rodney is a boyfriend, his boyfriend, and a bad one at that.
It’s how he disappears for hours at a time. It’s not often enough that anyone worries or notices. But every couple weeks Rodney drops off the face of Atlantis and sometimes blows John off to do so. It’s bad enough that he works insane hours and gets called off to handle the crisis of the week, but avoiding John just because? Not good boyfriend behavior.
It’s how he avoids intimacy, and god, Dr. Phil needs to leave now. It’s not that he doesn’t fuck or refuses to bottom. It’s the way he breaks off when John tries to deepen a kiss. It’s the way he doesn’t suck cock; he’ll start to go down, he’ll lick up and down the shaft and trace patterns on the head with his tongue but just when things start getting exiting he switches things. He’ll jack John off or say that he wants John to fuck him. That’s fine most of the time but is a blowjob too much to ask for? It’s the way he never mouths, or bites, or scratches in bed. Granted maybe it’s different with guys, and god knows there’d be hell to pay if they were caught, but every woman John had spent more than one night with had marked him. He kind of missed it.
It’s how he always ends up in John’s rooms when they want to be together. When John tried to press the issue Rodney said that no one would question Rodney pestering john at all hours with gene demands but there would be no reason for John to be sneaking out of Rodney’s room. John is going to come up with a counter argument for that eventually.
Hopefully soon because he’s standing in Rodney’s bedroom at one in the morning wondering where his boyfriend could be. He was fed up with Rodney’s bad habits and wanted to change a few things. Rodney had avoided team night claiming work, but when John checked the lab the only person still there was Zelenka, who claimed not to have seen Rodney since dinner. Judging by the pile of clothes on the floor, Rodney came here, changed, and went somewhere else.
As John struggles with his suspicions of unfaithfulness (dammit Phil!) he picks up the blue shirt on top of the small pile. A clump of hair falls away. It’s brown and reminds John of the labrador retriever his grandfather had a long time ago. Sparing a moment to worry about how many ways Rodney would kill him if he were caught, John searches the room. He finds no lipstick stained shirts or underwear in the clothes hamper. The bottle of lube in the bedside drawer seems to be as full as when he last saw it. The aren’t any declarations of love or lust in Rodney’s diary (and John is so going to sit down and read that sucker when he has the time and opportunity.) The only thing that John finds is more of that fur by the door out. Obviously Rodney’s been reviewing the biologists work and came back to clean up after an animal got too close. He can be a bit paranoid about unknown species.
It’s two and John knows that Rodney will only be in a bad mood from having to spend time on the “soft” sciences. John walks out into the hall. As he gets to the transporter he hears something like the click-clack gait from his childhood. He spins around at looks up and down the halls. There’s no one there, but John can almost feel eyes on him. He backs into the transported and the feeling of being watched dissipates like a cool breeze on a warm day. John hits the display near his quarters and decides he’s too tired to track Rodney down. He’ll convince Rodney to be a better boyfriend some other time.
Rating: hard R for laguage my mother wouldn't approve of
Warnings/ Authors notes: This is my first fic. Ever. I apologize for any badness. Unbetaed, please be nice.
Also, this ended up being a little off from where I wanted to go, but it is Halloween related (in my world anyway.)
Rodney McKay is, in short, a bad boyfriend. Not that John ever wanted anyone to know that he thought of Rodney in those terms. He doesn’t want to know that he thinks of Rodney as a boyfriend. John is supposed to be the perfectly hetero lieutenant colonel. But the fact remains that Rodney is a boyfriend, his boyfriend, and a bad one at that.
It’s how he disappears for hours at a time. It’s not often enough that anyone worries or notices. But every couple weeks Rodney drops off the face of Atlantis and sometimes blows John off to do so. It’s bad enough that he works insane hours and gets called off to handle the crisis of the week, but avoiding John just because? Not good boyfriend behavior.
It’s how he avoids intimacy, and god, Dr. Phil needs to leave now. It’s not that he doesn’t fuck or refuses to bottom. It’s the way he breaks off when John tries to deepen a kiss. It’s the way he doesn’t suck cock; he’ll start to go down, he’ll lick up and down the shaft and trace patterns on the head with his tongue but just when things start getting exiting he switches things. He’ll jack John off or say that he wants John to fuck him. That’s fine most of the time but is a blowjob too much to ask for? It’s the way he never mouths, or bites, or scratches in bed. Granted maybe it’s different with guys, and god knows there’d be hell to pay if they were caught, but every woman John had spent more than one night with had marked him. He kind of missed it.
It’s how he always ends up in John’s rooms when they want to be together. When John tried to press the issue Rodney said that no one would question Rodney pestering john at all hours with gene demands but there would be no reason for John to be sneaking out of Rodney’s room. John is going to come up with a counter argument for that eventually.
Hopefully soon because he’s standing in Rodney’s bedroom at one in the morning wondering where his boyfriend could be. He was fed up with Rodney’s bad habits and wanted to change a few things. Rodney had avoided team night claiming work, but when John checked the lab the only person still there was Zelenka, who claimed not to have seen Rodney since dinner. Judging by the pile of clothes on the floor, Rodney came here, changed, and went somewhere else.
As John struggles with his suspicions of unfaithfulness (dammit Phil!) he picks up the blue shirt on top of the small pile. A clump of hair falls away. It’s brown and reminds John of the labrador retriever his grandfather had a long time ago. Sparing a moment to worry about how many ways Rodney would kill him if he were caught, John searches the room. He finds no lipstick stained shirts or underwear in the clothes hamper. The bottle of lube in the bedside drawer seems to be as full as when he last saw it. The aren’t any declarations of love or lust in Rodney’s diary (and John is so going to sit down and read that sucker when he has the time and opportunity.) The only thing that John finds is more of that fur by the door out. Obviously Rodney’s been reviewing the biologists work and came back to clean up after an animal got too close. He can be a bit paranoid about unknown species.
It’s two and John knows that Rodney will only be in a bad mood from having to spend time on the “soft” sciences. John walks out into the hall. As he gets to the transporter he hears something like the click-clack gait from his childhood. He spins around at looks up and down the halls. There’s no one there, but John can almost feel eyes on him. He backs into the transported and the feeling of being watched dissipates like a cool breeze on a warm day. John hits the display near his quarters and decides he’s too tired to track Rodney down. He’ll convince Rodney to be a better boyfriend some other time.