Hands by Barkeep (voyeur challenge)
Back to happy smut - no darkness this time, I promise.
:)
All my love and thanks to sweeneybird - without her advice and last minute beta-ing
I would be truly lost.
Title: Hands
Author: Barkeep
Pairing: McShep
Challenge: Voyeurism
Warnings: slashy overtures
John sat in the shadowy corner of the lab and watched. Ostensibly he was watching Rodney’s back but in reality his attention was fixed elsewhere. He rationalized his dereliction of duty with the knowledge that so far, despite Kavanagh’s dire predictions, this new piece of technology seemed about as dangerous as a newborn kitten. It wasn’t like he’d completely given up his duty; he was trying - really, really, trying to remain alert. Was it his fault that Rodney could be so distracting?
Oblivious to the scrutiny, Rodney muttered to himself as he examined their latest find. His hands flew over his PDA as he attempted to decipher the inscription on the metal disc. Unlike Ford, John was at least smart enough not to voice his opinion that the disc was just a giant manhole cover. Instead he sat back and let Rodney do his thing. John had always been someone who preferred to be doing something, anything, rather than sit still but since coming to Atlantis he’d found himself content to sit and watch, sometimes for hours if he wasn’t careful. After the first month he realized that it was only Rodney he was content to watch; several weeks after that he realized he had some kind of fixation on Rodney’s hands.
John looked away as Rodney’s fingers traced the markings on the disc, stroking the raised symbols lightly but firmly. When had he begun thinking of Rodney’s hands as sexy? Competent, sure. Strong, absolutely. But lately Rodney’s hands made other words come unbidden into his head. Words that seemed innocent enough but had started to take on more x-rated connotations. Skilled. Deft. Agile. Talented. He didn’t realize the full extent of the problem until a few days ago when he came violently into his own fist, imagining it was Rodney’s hand wrapped around his cock.
Despite himself John found his gaze wandering, unbidden, back to Rodney’s hands. In constant motion, always gesturing, working, as if by sheer force of will Rodney could use them to pull the answers out of thin air. Much like his mouth, the scientist’s hands were rarely still, rarely at rest,. While John didn’t understand Rodney’s need to constantly verbalize everything that was going on in that hyperactive brain of his, he was coming to understand one thing quite well. Rodney might talk through his mouth but he spoke with his hands.
Right now John’s cock wanted nothing more than to have a long, private conversation with Rodney’s hands. He just couldn’t figure out how to do it without alerting Rodney to the fact that his hands were in John’s pants. He shifted in his seat, and tried to think about something else but his traitorous eyes refused to stop watching Rodney’s hands. Rodney’s capable hands, hands that were now practically petting the damn disc as it interfaced with his computer. He cooed happily at it as he read through the initial data, his fingers skating over the surface and John swore that any minute now Rodney was going to lean over and lick it.
He closed his eyes. Great. Now in his mind it wasn’t just Rodney’s hands wrapped around his cock. Rodney was there, kneeling down, looking at him like he was some piece of fascinating alien technology, stroking and licking and… oh god he really needed to get back to his quarters.
“You can wake up now.”
John opened his eyes guiltily and found an annoyed Rodney standing in front of him. “I was awake,” he protested out of habit. “Sorry if I don’t find manhole covers as intellectually stimulating as you.” He leaned forward slightly to camouflage the fact that while metal discs didn’t make him horny, something else in the room certainly did.
“Actually, I think it’s a predecessor to the ring transport technology. Obviously smaller and much, much more primitive and… Major, are you all right?”
Belatedly, John realized that Rodney had asked him a question. “What? Yeah, fine. Why?”
“No reason. Just that you’re staring at my hands like you’ve just come from a Pink Floyd concert. Are you sure you didn’t touch anything on the planet? Maybe you should go see Carson.” Rodney hovered, managing to look suspicious and concerned all at once.
John stood, tripping over the chair in the process and then Rodney’s hands were on his shoulders and god it just couldn’t be natural for someone to put out so much body heat. John ducked away, dislodging Rodney’s grip and forced a smile onto his face. “Thanks, but I’m fine.” He backed away as Rodney advanced, his hands hovering as if expecting John to keel over any second. “Really,” John protested, “I think I was just half asleep.” He forced himself to stop retreating and tried to look natural. As natural as he could look with his brain insisting on playing out Technicolor porn starring the person standing in front of him.
Rodney looked unconvinced but at least he stopped advancing and, thank god, tucked his hands into his pockets. “You’re sure? Because if you die in your sleep and Carson finds out that I didn’t make you go to the infirmary when there was clearly something wrong-”
John cut him off, “I’m sure. I promise not to die in my sleep and get you in trouble, okay?”
Rodney nodded. “If you’ll just wait a second while I shut this down I’ll walk with you back to the…” Rodney trailed off as he turned around to find that Major Sheppard was already gone.
Although he bolted out of the lab, once he realized he wasn’t being followed John took his time walking back to his quarters. He took a shower and thought about the girl he dated the summer after high school. He thought about the way her hair hung down her back and the way her breasts felt in his hands but it was Rodney’s hands that held him when he came.
He considered cleaning his gun but it seemed a bit too obvious so he settled down with his computer to look over the latest mission briefing and tried very hard not to think about Rodney’s hands. Less than ten minutes later he found himself making a mental excuse to call up the security footage from the lab. Fifteen minutes after that he had a ten-minute edited mpg starring his teammate’s hands and that should be creeping him out but for some reason it wasn’t. It made him feel like he was sharing a secret with Rodney even though Rodney didn’t have a clue that John was jacking off thinking about Rodney’s hands. And now he could watch this any time he wanted, watch Rodney touching things and think about Rodney touching him without jeopardizing their friendship or their working relationship.
John stroked himself in sync with Rodney hands on the disc, imagining what Rodney’s hands could do to him. Those strong, agile hands that could take disassemble and reassemble pretty much anything in the universe. As he came, John wondered if Rodney’s hands would take him apart or put him back together and hoped that one day he might find out.
:)
All my love and thanks to sweeneybird - without her advice and last minute beta-ing
I would be truly lost.
Title: Hands
Author: Barkeep
Pairing: McShep
Challenge: Voyeurism
Warnings: slashy overtures
John sat in the shadowy corner of the lab and watched. Ostensibly he was watching Rodney’s back but in reality his attention was fixed elsewhere. He rationalized his dereliction of duty with the knowledge that so far, despite Kavanagh’s dire predictions, this new piece of technology seemed about as dangerous as a newborn kitten. It wasn’t like he’d completely given up his duty; he was trying - really, really, trying to remain alert. Was it his fault that Rodney could be so distracting?
Oblivious to the scrutiny, Rodney muttered to himself as he examined their latest find. His hands flew over his PDA as he attempted to decipher the inscription on the metal disc. Unlike Ford, John was at least smart enough not to voice his opinion that the disc was just a giant manhole cover. Instead he sat back and let Rodney do his thing. John had always been someone who preferred to be doing something, anything, rather than sit still but since coming to Atlantis he’d found himself content to sit and watch, sometimes for hours if he wasn’t careful. After the first month he realized that it was only Rodney he was content to watch; several weeks after that he realized he had some kind of fixation on Rodney’s hands.
John looked away as Rodney’s fingers traced the markings on the disc, stroking the raised symbols lightly but firmly. When had he begun thinking of Rodney’s hands as sexy? Competent, sure. Strong, absolutely. But lately Rodney’s hands made other words come unbidden into his head. Words that seemed innocent enough but had started to take on more x-rated connotations. Skilled. Deft. Agile. Talented. He didn’t realize the full extent of the problem until a few days ago when he came violently into his own fist, imagining it was Rodney’s hand wrapped around his cock.
Despite himself John found his gaze wandering, unbidden, back to Rodney’s hands. In constant motion, always gesturing, working, as if by sheer force of will Rodney could use them to pull the answers out of thin air. Much like his mouth, the scientist’s hands were rarely still, rarely at rest,. While John didn’t understand Rodney’s need to constantly verbalize everything that was going on in that hyperactive brain of his, he was coming to understand one thing quite well. Rodney might talk through his mouth but he spoke with his hands.
Right now John’s cock wanted nothing more than to have a long, private conversation with Rodney’s hands. He just couldn’t figure out how to do it without alerting Rodney to the fact that his hands were in John’s pants. He shifted in his seat, and tried to think about something else but his traitorous eyes refused to stop watching Rodney’s hands. Rodney’s capable hands, hands that were now practically petting the damn disc as it interfaced with his computer. He cooed happily at it as he read through the initial data, his fingers skating over the surface and John swore that any minute now Rodney was going to lean over and lick it.
He closed his eyes. Great. Now in his mind it wasn’t just Rodney’s hands wrapped around his cock. Rodney was there, kneeling down, looking at him like he was some piece of fascinating alien technology, stroking and licking and… oh god he really needed to get back to his quarters.
“You can wake up now.”
John opened his eyes guiltily and found an annoyed Rodney standing in front of him. “I was awake,” he protested out of habit. “Sorry if I don’t find manhole covers as intellectually stimulating as you.” He leaned forward slightly to camouflage the fact that while metal discs didn’t make him horny, something else in the room certainly did.
“Actually, I think it’s a predecessor to the ring transport technology. Obviously smaller and much, much more primitive and… Major, are you all right?”
Belatedly, John realized that Rodney had asked him a question. “What? Yeah, fine. Why?”
“No reason. Just that you’re staring at my hands like you’ve just come from a Pink Floyd concert. Are you sure you didn’t touch anything on the planet? Maybe you should go see Carson.” Rodney hovered, managing to look suspicious and concerned all at once.
John stood, tripping over the chair in the process and then Rodney’s hands were on his shoulders and god it just couldn’t be natural for someone to put out so much body heat. John ducked away, dislodging Rodney’s grip and forced a smile onto his face. “Thanks, but I’m fine.” He backed away as Rodney advanced, his hands hovering as if expecting John to keel over any second. “Really,” John protested, “I think I was just half asleep.” He forced himself to stop retreating and tried to look natural. As natural as he could look with his brain insisting on playing out Technicolor porn starring the person standing in front of him.
Rodney looked unconvinced but at least he stopped advancing and, thank god, tucked his hands into his pockets. “You’re sure? Because if you die in your sleep and Carson finds out that I didn’t make you go to the infirmary when there was clearly something wrong-”
John cut him off, “I’m sure. I promise not to die in my sleep and get you in trouble, okay?”
Rodney nodded. “If you’ll just wait a second while I shut this down I’ll walk with you back to the…” Rodney trailed off as he turned around to find that Major Sheppard was already gone.
Although he bolted out of the lab, once he realized he wasn’t being followed John took his time walking back to his quarters. He took a shower and thought about the girl he dated the summer after high school. He thought about the way her hair hung down her back and the way her breasts felt in his hands but it was Rodney’s hands that held him when he came.
He considered cleaning his gun but it seemed a bit too obvious so he settled down with his computer to look over the latest mission briefing and tried very hard not to think about Rodney’s hands. Less than ten minutes later he found himself making a mental excuse to call up the security footage from the lab. Fifteen minutes after that he had a ten-minute edited mpg starring his teammate’s hands and that should be creeping him out but for some reason it wasn’t. It made him feel like he was sharing a secret with Rodney even though Rodney didn’t have a clue that John was jacking off thinking about Rodney’s hands. And now he could watch this any time he wanted, watch Rodney touching things and think about Rodney touching him without jeopardizing their friendship or their working relationship.
John stroked himself in sync with Rodney hands on the disc, imagining what Rodney’s hands could do to him. Those strong, agile hands that could take disassemble and reassemble pretty much anything in the universe. As he came, John wondered if Rodney’s hands would take him apart or put him back together and hoped that one day he might find out.