Fic: Hothousing, NC-17, Lorne/Parrish
Title: Hothousing
Author: vileseagulls
Pairing: Parrish/Lorne
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1334
Rareathon Recipient: scribewraith (Now you know why I friended you! That and I quite like you.)
Summary: Once in a while, missions don't go wrong.
Notes: Two days ago this was utter crap. Then zellieh and blue_raven boxed my ears did an excellent job as betas, and now it might actually be worth reading. :) I hope you enjoy it, sunshine.
The tour of the greenhouses on M4S-291 may not have been exciting to Nick, but Parrish was practically bouncing with every new plant he was shown. He'd settled grudgingly for somewhat less than the grand tour, because they were there for a purpose, but Parrish had quickly forgotten to protest when he saw how much there still was to see.
Nick had set himself up to be bored out of his mind, but with the way Parrish kept turning to him and grinning, he couldn't help enjoying himself. It was a bright clear day outside, the sun shining in through the glass and the light turning green where it passed through the leaves around them. It was hard not to feel good.
The plants were even sort of interesting, Nick mostly able to follow their guide's explanations, but Parrish was more so, especially when they got to smaller specimens and Parrish ended up down on his knees in the dirt, examining them one by one. Nick managed to keep his amusement under control, but only barely.
He did laugh when Parrish stood up though, dirt coating his knees and hands which he wiped on his pants ineffectually. Then Parrish clapped him on the back - "Come along, Major!" - leaving dirt coating Nick's jacket. He thought about saying something - Parrish had looked a little too innocent there - but he didn't think he could keep a straight face long enough. He followed along, still snickering.
Nick was enjoying watching Parrish so much he barely noticed the time passing, and was surprised when the tour finished an hour or so later. Their guide led them out of the greenhouses and through to a courtyard where there was a sampling of foods that the natives grew - sweet nuts, vegetables that looked like celery but tasted like spinach (Nick put that one aside) and some hard boiled candy that made him think of sneaking lollies when he was a kid.
They settled in for what was evidently a casual break of some sort, their host keeping their drinks topped up and chattering away to them about the planet's agricultural history. Nick was trying to listen as Parrish kept up their side of the conversation but every time Parrish leaned towards him he could feel heat against his thigh, distracting him.
It was almost a mercy when the rest of their team rejoined them for the trade negotiations, which were conducted over the local tea, sweet-smelling and hot, and a bowl of fruits that might have been blueberries, if you weren't paying attention. Nick continued to let Parrish lead the talks, as he knew what Atlantis needed, but now he paid close attention - Parrish gleeful often got away from himself, and needed to be kept on a tight rein.
In the end it wasn't too drawn out - only a few hours, long enough that Parrish's leg started bouncing as the conversation turned to what Atlantis could offer in return, and Nick had to refrain from putting his hand down and stopping the movement. He got a sympathetic look from Simmons and a grin from Reid when they noticed.
Finally, when everything had been sorted to both parties' satisfaction they were led back to the gate by a troop of villagers carrying samples and goodwill gifts, flushed with their success. They arranged to return the next day with the goods that had been discussed, and then they were back in Atlantis, Doctor Weir coming down the stairs to meet them with a welcoming smile.
It was good to be home, and they passed through the post-mission medical check and debrief with a minimum of fuss, Simmons and Reid heading to the mess and Nick following Parrish, who hadn't stopped talking delightedly since they'd gotten back. He wasn't sure what would happen if he tried to do anything other than follow; Parrish would probably come hunt him down wherever he went.
And then they were at Parrish's quarters and Parrish had a hand on his back, still talking at full flow, and was pushing him into the room. Nick spared an amused glance around and did as he was told, the door sliding shut behind him.
They had done enough talking, though. "David, be quiet," he said and Parrish shot him a sharp look, mouth snapping shut. Nick smiled, curling a hand around his arm and pulling him in for a kiss.
"Oh," and David had his hands up at Nick's neck and was licking into his mouth, hot and wet and everything Nick had been craving all day. Nick made a soft noise against David's lips and pulled him close, sliding a hand up under David's shirt to finally touch skin.
By the time the kiss broke off Nick had David's shirt rucked up and took the opportunity to tug it over his head, grinning at the way his hair stuck up, sorely tempted to push his fingers into it and mess it up more. He had a different plan however, and David soon got with the program, pulling Nick's shirt off and hooking his fingers in Nick's waistband, pulling them back together and making Nick's breath catch at the hardness pressing against him.
"We did good today," Nick told him, arms back around David and hanging on tight. "You'll be leading negotiations in no time," and David laughed and kissed him again, leading him in a slightly erratic path backwards towards the bed.
They stumbled down onto it together, Nick unable to resist the temptation of pinning David, kissing him hard then running fingers lightly up his sides and making David twist away and hit him, laughing. He let David roll him, let him tug his pants open, closing his eyes in pleasure as David placed small kisses down his legs as he stripped him.
When they were both naked he tugged David back up to him, hissing as they slid together, nerves sparking at the contact. He rolled them again so he could grind down against David, pressing his mouth to his neck and feeling the vibration as he moaned. The temptation was too much and he bit gently to hear David gasp, hips jerking hard, then Nick picked up a rhythm, rocking them together and groaning at the utterly dirty wet slide of their cocks together.
It was far too much and Nick came first, mouth open and panting against David's throat, and he collapsed down to the side, giving David an amused look when he whined in protest, pushing his hips into the air. He pulled himself up with an exaggerated effort, just to see how far he could push him, then leant down to press kisses on David's hips, everywhere but where David wanted him. He waited until David broke - "Nick, please, this is cruel!" - then smirked and took him in his mouth, listening for the desperate groan he knew that would produce.
He slid up again, twisting his tongue around the head, and then let go completely - partly to hear David's frustration ("Nick!") and partly to tell him, "You taste good." David's eyes darkened in lust and his hips twisted urgently on the bed. Nick used his hand then - one hard stroke, two - and David made a strangled sound and tensed up, eyes clenched shut, and Nick watched his face breathlessly as he came. He gave David a moment to recover then leaned down to kiss him again, settling in beside him.
"Tomorrow I think I have something to show you," David told him slyly. "A little grove of trees I want to look at. It is a fair distance from the greenhouses though, so you should probably come along. Just to be on the safe side, you know."
"The safe side, is it?" Nick said, lifting his head and attempting a serious look, though he couldn't stop his lips from twitching. "Of course. Can't be too careful."
"Of course not," David said, eyes twinkling, and pulled Nick back down beside him.
Author: vileseagulls
Pairing: Parrish/Lorne
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1334
Rareathon Recipient: scribewraith (Now you know why I friended you! That and I quite like you.)
Summary: Once in a while, missions don't go wrong.
Notes: Two days ago this was utter crap. Then zellieh and blue_raven boxed my ears did an excellent job as betas, and now it might actually be worth reading. :) I hope you enjoy it, sunshine.
The tour of the greenhouses on M4S-291 may not have been exciting to Nick, but Parrish was practically bouncing with every new plant he was shown. He'd settled grudgingly for somewhat less than the grand tour, because they were there for a purpose, but Parrish had quickly forgotten to protest when he saw how much there still was to see.
Nick had set himself up to be bored out of his mind, but with the way Parrish kept turning to him and grinning, he couldn't help enjoying himself. It was a bright clear day outside, the sun shining in through the glass and the light turning green where it passed through the leaves around them. It was hard not to feel good.
The plants were even sort of interesting, Nick mostly able to follow their guide's explanations, but Parrish was more so, especially when they got to smaller specimens and Parrish ended up down on his knees in the dirt, examining them one by one. Nick managed to keep his amusement under control, but only barely.
He did laugh when Parrish stood up though, dirt coating his knees and hands which he wiped on his pants ineffectually. Then Parrish clapped him on the back - "Come along, Major!" - leaving dirt coating Nick's jacket. He thought about saying something - Parrish had looked a little too innocent there - but he didn't think he could keep a straight face long enough. He followed along, still snickering.
Nick was enjoying watching Parrish so much he barely noticed the time passing, and was surprised when the tour finished an hour or so later. Their guide led them out of the greenhouses and through to a courtyard where there was a sampling of foods that the natives grew - sweet nuts, vegetables that looked like celery but tasted like spinach (Nick put that one aside) and some hard boiled candy that made him think of sneaking lollies when he was a kid.
They settled in for what was evidently a casual break of some sort, their host keeping their drinks topped up and chattering away to them about the planet's agricultural history. Nick was trying to listen as Parrish kept up their side of the conversation but every time Parrish leaned towards him he could feel heat against his thigh, distracting him.
It was almost a mercy when the rest of their team rejoined them for the trade negotiations, which were conducted over the local tea, sweet-smelling and hot, and a bowl of fruits that might have been blueberries, if you weren't paying attention. Nick continued to let Parrish lead the talks, as he knew what Atlantis needed, but now he paid close attention - Parrish gleeful often got away from himself, and needed to be kept on a tight rein.
In the end it wasn't too drawn out - only a few hours, long enough that Parrish's leg started bouncing as the conversation turned to what Atlantis could offer in return, and Nick had to refrain from putting his hand down and stopping the movement. He got a sympathetic look from Simmons and a grin from Reid when they noticed.
Finally, when everything had been sorted to both parties' satisfaction they were led back to the gate by a troop of villagers carrying samples and goodwill gifts, flushed with their success. They arranged to return the next day with the goods that had been discussed, and then they were back in Atlantis, Doctor Weir coming down the stairs to meet them with a welcoming smile.
It was good to be home, and they passed through the post-mission medical check and debrief with a minimum of fuss, Simmons and Reid heading to the mess and Nick following Parrish, who hadn't stopped talking delightedly since they'd gotten back. He wasn't sure what would happen if he tried to do anything other than follow; Parrish would probably come hunt him down wherever he went.
And then they were at Parrish's quarters and Parrish had a hand on his back, still talking at full flow, and was pushing him into the room. Nick spared an amused glance around and did as he was told, the door sliding shut behind him.
They had done enough talking, though. "David, be quiet," he said and Parrish shot him a sharp look, mouth snapping shut. Nick smiled, curling a hand around his arm and pulling him in for a kiss.
"Oh," and David had his hands up at Nick's neck and was licking into his mouth, hot and wet and everything Nick had been craving all day. Nick made a soft noise against David's lips and pulled him close, sliding a hand up under David's shirt to finally touch skin.
By the time the kiss broke off Nick had David's shirt rucked up and took the opportunity to tug it over his head, grinning at the way his hair stuck up, sorely tempted to push his fingers into it and mess it up more. He had a different plan however, and David soon got with the program, pulling Nick's shirt off and hooking his fingers in Nick's waistband, pulling them back together and making Nick's breath catch at the hardness pressing against him.
"We did good today," Nick told him, arms back around David and hanging on tight. "You'll be leading negotiations in no time," and David laughed and kissed him again, leading him in a slightly erratic path backwards towards the bed.
They stumbled down onto it together, Nick unable to resist the temptation of pinning David, kissing him hard then running fingers lightly up his sides and making David twist away and hit him, laughing. He let David roll him, let him tug his pants open, closing his eyes in pleasure as David placed small kisses down his legs as he stripped him.
When they were both naked he tugged David back up to him, hissing as they slid together, nerves sparking at the contact. He rolled them again so he could grind down against David, pressing his mouth to his neck and feeling the vibration as he moaned. The temptation was too much and he bit gently to hear David gasp, hips jerking hard, then Nick picked up a rhythm, rocking them together and groaning at the utterly dirty wet slide of their cocks together.
It was far too much and Nick came first, mouth open and panting against David's throat, and he collapsed down to the side, giving David an amused look when he whined in protest, pushing his hips into the air. He pulled himself up with an exaggerated effort, just to see how far he could push him, then leant down to press kisses on David's hips, everywhere but where David wanted him. He waited until David broke - "Nick, please, this is cruel!" - then smirked and took him in his mouth, listening for the desperate groan he knew that would produce.
He slid up again, twisting his tongue around the head, and then let go completely - partly to hear David's frustration ("Nick!") and partly to tell him, "You taste good." David's eyes darkened in lust and his hips twisted urgently on the bed. Nick used his hand then - one hard stroke, two - and David made a strangled sound and tensed up, eyes clenched shut, and Nick watched his face breathlessly as he came. He gave David a moment to recover then leaned down to kiss him again, settling in beside him.
"Tomorrow I think I have something to show you," David told him slyly. "A little grove of trees I want to look at. It is a fair distance from the greenhouses though, so you should probably come along. Just to be on the safe side, you know."
"The safe side, is it?" Nick said, lifting his head and attempting a serious look, though he couldn't stop his lips from twitching. "Of course. Can't be too careful."
"Of course not," David said, eyes twinkling, and pulled Nick back down beside him.