Ficlet: The American Patient (R)
Title: The American Patient
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett
Relationships: McKay/Beckett, with references to McKay/Sheppard and Beckett/Sheppard
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual situations, language
Spoilers: None
Summary: A little, silly PWP. This ficlet brought to you by the sentence "You broke him, you fix him" which got lodged in my brain.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
"Dammit, Rodney!" Sheppard glared at him. "I'm sitting here with my right arm in a cast and two fingers of my left hand in a splint and you start making suggestive remarks. My body's already going, 'Hey, we're alive! Let's go find someone to fuck and propagate our genes,' and you're encouraging it."
Rodney gave him an innocent look. "I did no such thing. All I said was--"
"Save it, Rodney," John growled. "You've got Carson, so what would you know about it?"
"Did I hear my name being taken in vain?" Carson asked, as he stepped around the privacy curtain with a tray.
"You did," John said, glaring at his doctor. "You obviously need to have sex more often to keep your boyfriend from making sexually suggestive comments to poor, helpless patients."
Carson arched an eyebrow as he set the tray down.
"It was not sexually suggestive. I was talking physics," Rodney called to Carson's retreating back.
Sheppard snorted. "Cock tease."
"Slut."
The curtain was pulled aside again and Carson held out a tube of something to Rodney. His lover took the tube and looked at the label. "Um... Carson...?"
"Your turn," Carson said.
"What?"
"You broke him, you fix him."
"I'm really feeling the love, here," Sheppard said.
"Shut up, Colonel," Rodney said. "And what do you mean, my turn?" he said to Carson, who was pulling up a chair.
Carson fixed him with those impossibly blue eyes. "The man's got no way to do it himself. Did you think I was just going to let him suffer?"
Rodney looked in shock from his lover to Sheppard, who was settling back into the pillows with a knowing, 'I'm going to get some' smirk on his face. "And you're just going to sit there and watch while your lover jerks off another man?"
"I'm standing guard, so I can forewarn you if Estes comes back from dinner. But, you know, I have to make sure you don't hurt the man." Carson's eyes sparkled as he said it.
***
Nurse Estes frowned when she looked around the infirmary and saw no one keeping an eye on their one patient, who was smiling a strangely loopy smile. They probably needed to cut down on the morphine, she thought. "Where's Dr. Beckett?" she asked.
"He went into his office for a few minutes to... uh... talk about something privately with Dr. McKay."
Her frown deepened when she saw the untouched tray of food. "And they left you to try to feed yourself? Of all the irresponsible..."
Sheppard gave her a mournful look. "Yeah, no one thinks about how hard it is for me. Really, really hard sometimes."
"Oh, you poor thing! Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
And Sheppard smiled that charming, lazy smile of his and Estes wondered if it was possible to get rid of Beckett for a few minutes.
After all, you couldn't let a patient suffer like that.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett
Relationships: McKay/Beckett, with references to McKay/Sheppard and Beckett/Sheppard
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual situations, language
Spoilers: None
Summary: A little, silly PWP. This ficlet brought to you by the sentence "You broke him, you fix him" which got lodged in my brain.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
"Dammit, Rodney!" Sheppard glared at him. "I'm sitting here with my right arm in a cast and two fingers of my left hand in a splint and you start making suggestive remarks. My body's already going, 'Hey, we're alive! Let's go find someone to fuck and propagate our genes,' and you're encouraging it."
Rodney gave him an innocent look. "I did no such thing. All I said was--"
"Save it, Rodney," John growled. "You've got Carson, so what would you know about it?"
"Did I hear my name being taken in vain?" Carson asked, as he stepped around the privacy curtain with a tray.
"You did," John said, glaring at his doctor. "You obviously need to have sex more often to keep your boyfriend from making sexually suggestive comments to poor, helpless patients."
Carson arched an eyebrow as he set the tray down.
"It was not sexually suggestive. I was talking physics," Rodney called to Carson's retreating back.
Sheppard snorted. "Cock tease."
"Slut."
The curtain was pulled aside again and Carson held out a tube of something to Rodney. His lover took the tube and looked at the label. "Um... Carson...?"
"Your turn," Carson said.
"What?"
"You broke him, you fix him."
"I'm really feeling the love, here," Sheppard said.
"Shut up, Colonel," Rodney said. "And what do you mean, my turn?" he said to Carson, who was pulling up a chair.
Carson fixed him with those impossibly blue eyes. "The man's got no way to do it himself. Did you think I was just going to let him suffer?"
Rodney looked in shock from his lover to Sheppard, who was settling back into the pillows with a knowing, 'I'm going to get some' smirk on his face. "And you're just going to sit there and watch while your lover jerks off another man?"
"I'm standing guard, so I can forewarn you if Estes comes back from dinner. But, you know, I have to make sure you don't hurt the man." Carson's eyes sparkled as he said it.
***
Nurse Estes frowned when she looked around the infirmary and saw no one keeping an eye on their one patient, who was smiling a strangely loopy smile. They probably needed to cut down on the morphine, she thought. "Where's Dr. Beckett?" she asked.
"He went into his office for a few minutes to... uh... talk about something privately with Dr. McKay."
Her frown deepened when she saw the untouched tray of food. "And they left you to try to feed yourself? Of all the irresponsible..."
Sheppard gave her a mournful look. "Yeah, no one thinks about how hard it is for me. Really, really hard sometimes."
"Oh, you poor thing! Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
And Sheppard smiled that charming, lazy smile of his and Estes wondered if it was possible to get rid of Beckett for a few minutes.
After all, you couldn't let a patient suffer like that.