Fic Exchange: Viewpoint (Lorne/Parrish, NC-17)
Recipient: mandykaysfic
Title: Viewpoint
Pairings: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: NC-17
Word COunt: 971
Summary: On one of Lorne's rare days off, he sets up his easel on his balcony to paint.
Warnings: Voyuerism
Disclaimer: Any recognisable characters are not mine.
Notes: This kind of meets the prompts I was given. I do hope it meets with approval. Beta by somehowunbroken Thank you.
Days off come so rarely on Atlantis. Evan has finally secured himself some down time and is setting up his easel and paints on his balcony. It is a perfect day, and in an hour or so when the sun has moved a little further round it will hit the next tower in a way that makes it sparkle.
He decides on water colors and is laying down the first layers of pale blue across the paper when the door to the balcony opposite him opens and Parrish walks out.
Evan watches as he drags three large pots of a huge leafy green plant out onto his balcony. Evan didn’t know Parrish was living there; they recently expanded into this part of the city and there is a mix of military and scientist in this section. Evan grins, his view has improved dramatically.
Parrish moves the plants around his balcony, while Evan paints in the base of his picture. When the sun finally hits the tower, not only does the metalwork shine but each one of Parrish’s potted plants is sitting in sunlight. Evan watches Parrish wipe sweat from his brow and then right before his eyes, Parrish strips off his shirt.
Evan can’t help but stare; he’s worked with the botanist for a few months now and has mostly managed to keep his crush under control by avoiding situations like this - where he gets to see too much of Parrish.
Evan’s always been attracted to smart people, he’s made no secret of that, but this whole being attracted to guys thing; he’s hidden well. He made that choice when he joined the Air Force, but he’s never been tested so much as he is right now. He’s not stupid and he knows damn well Parrish is just waiting for Evan to make the first move.
Parrish disappears back inside his quarters and Evan reluctantly goes back to his painting. He’s mixing a hint of green into the blue when Parrish reappears, and unfolds a sun lounger, positioning it for maximum sun exposure. Unfortunately this also gives Evan a perfect view.
Evan pauses, brush frozen halfway to the paper, as Parrish casually drops his pants and kicks them off. He’s not wearing any underwear.
Evan swallows and carefully puts the brush down, scrabbling for a fresh sketchpad and his charcoal pencils. He’s not going to get a chance like this again and he wants something other than his memory.
Parrish stretches his arms above his head and shakes his legs out; he looks like he’s warming up for jog. Evan gapes as he lays his long body down on the sun lounger and settles himself down.
Evan rests the pad on the balcony and begins to draw; he ignores the background and hastily sketches in the outline of the lounger. When he looks up Parrish is smoothing his hands over his body. Evans mouth goes dry and he has a sudden vision of Parrish running his hands over his body. Evan is hard in his pants when he realises Parrish is rubbing suntan lotion in.
Evan tries to go back to his sketch, his artists training kicking in and looking at the way the sunlight hits the muscles in Parrish’s arms and how his hair lifts in the breeze; the other parts of Evan draw his eye to the way Parrish’s cock is laying against his thigh and the sandy patch of hair at its base and Evan wants so badly he drops the pencil over the balcony.
He abandons the drawing, in favor of openly staring. Parrish has covered most of the front of his body in the lotion. Evan imagines he can smell it from here, and when Parrish squirts more lotion in his hand and wraps it around his cock, Evan groans and shoves his own hand down his pants.
Parrish lazily strokes his cock a few times and Evan matches him, not caring that his own pants are sliding down his thighs, where he doesn’t remember undoing them. It’s a shock when Parrish stops and relaxes back on the chair, his arms folded behind his head.
Evan’s rhythm stutters to a halt and he stares. Of course Parrish is practical enough to put suntan lotion everywhere when naked. Evan feels cheated, and then he’s hit by a wave of guilt; he was just jerking off, thinking about a teammate. What the hell is wrong with him?
He yanks his pants back up and starts to put his painting stuff away. He doesn’t feel like being outside anymore.
His radio beeps from where he left it on the table next to his water, and he sighs, well that takes care of that, he picks it up.
“Lorne” he snaps.
“I need someone to do my back.” Parrish’s voice says, low and husky in his ear.
“What?” Evan stands dumbly in his doorway.
“I need someone to do my back.” Parrish repeats, and this time Evan can hear the laughter in his voice
“You...” Evan has no idea what to say.
“Did it at any point in the last two hours, occur to you that if you can see me, I can see you?” Parrish asks. And no, no it didn’t.
“Turn around.”
Evan automatically turns and looks back at Parrish. He has his legs spread open on the lounger and is stroking his cock again.
“Do you like what you see?” Parrish asks in that silky tone.
“I... uh... yeah.” Evan confesses into his radio
“Door is open for the next ten minutes, Major.” says Parrish and the radio clicks off.
Evan drops the paints on the end of his bed. He cringes because he knows he should put them away properly but he has other things on his mind. He sprints the last corridor to Parrish’s quarters.
Title: Viewpoint
Pairings: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: NC-17
Word COunt: 971
Summary: On one of Lorne's rare days off, he sets up his easel on his balcony to paint.
Warnings: Voyuerism
Disclaimer: Any recognisable characters are not mine.
Notes: This kind of meets the prompts I was given. I do hope it meets with approval. Beta by somehowunbroken Thank you.
Days off come so rarely on Atlantis. Evan has finally secured himself some down time and is setting up his easel and paints on his balcony. It is a perfect day, and in an hour or so when the sun has moved a little further round it will hit the next tower in a way that makes it sparkle.
He decides on water colors and is laying down the first layers of pale blue across the paper when the door to the balcony opposite him opens and Parrish walks out.
Evan watches as he drags three large pots of a huge leafy green plant out onto his balcony. Evan didn’t know Parrish was living there; they recently expanded into this part of the city and there is a mix of military and scientist in this section. Evan grins, his view has improved dramatically.
Parrish moves the plants around his balcony, while Evan paints in the base of his picture. When the sun finally hits the tower, not only does the metalwork shine but each one of Parrish’s potted plants is sitting in sunlight. Evan watches Parrish wipe sweat from his brow and then right before his eyes, Parrish strips off his shirt.
Evan can’t help but stare; he’s worked with the botanist for a few months now and has mostly managed to keep his crush under control by avoiding situations like this - where he gets to see too much of Parrish.
Evan’s always been attracted to smart people, he’s made no secret of that, but this whole being attracted to guys thing; he’s hidden well. He made that choice when he joined the Air Force, but he’s never been tested so much as he is right now. He’s not stupid and he knows damn well Parrish is just waiting for Evan to make the first move.
Parrish disappears back inside his quarters and Evan reluctantly goes back to his painting. He’s mixing a hint of green into the blue when Parrish reappears, and unfolds a sun lounger, positioning it for maximum sun exposure. Unfortunately this also gives Evan a perfect view.
Evan pauses, brush frozen halfway to the paper, as Parrish casually drops his pants and kicks them off. He’s not wearing any underwear.
Evan swallows and carefully puts the brush down, scrabbling for a fresh sketchpad and his charcoal pencils. He’s not going to get a chance like this again and he wants something other than his memory.
Parrish stretches his arms above his head and shakes his legs out; he looks like he’s warming up for jog. Evan gapes as he lays his long body down on the sun lounger and settles himself down.
Evan rests the pad on the balcony and begins to draw; he ignores the background and hastily sketches in the outline of the lounger. When he looks up Parrish is smoothing his hands over his body. Evans mouth goes dry and he has a sudden vision of Parrish running his hands over his body. Evan is hard in his pants when he realises Parrish is rubbing suntan lotion in.
Evan tries to go back to his sketch, his artists training kicking in and looking at the way the sunlight hits the muscles in Parrish’s arms and how his hair lifts in the breeze; the other parts of Evan draw his eye to the way Parrish’s cock is laying against his thigh and the sandy patch of hair at its base and Evan wants so badly he drops the pencil over the balcony.
He abandons the drawing, in favor of openly staring. Parrish has covered most of the front of his body in the lotion. Evan imagines he can smell it from here, and when Parrish squirts more lotion in his hand and wraps it around his cock, Evan groans and shoves his own hand down his pants.
Parrish lazily strokes his cock a few times and Evan matches him, not caring that his own pants are sliding down his thighs, where he doesn’t remember undoing them. It’s a shock when Parrish stops and relaxes back on the chair, his arms folded behind his head.
Evan’s rhythm stutters to a halt and he stares. Of course Parrish is practical enough to put suntan lotion everywhere when naked. Evan feels cheated, and then he’s hit by a wave of guilt; he was just jerking off, thinking about a teammate. What the hell is wrong with him?
He yanks his pants back up and starts to put his painting stuff away. He doesn’t feel like being outside anymore.
His radio beeps from where he left it on the table next to his water, and he sighs, well that takes care of that, he picks it up.
“Lorne” he snaps.
“I need someone to do my back.” Parrish’s voice says, low and husky in his ear.
“What?” Evan stands dumbly in his doorway.
“I need someone to do my back.” Parrish repeats, and this time Evan can hear the laughter in his voice
“You...” Evan has no idea what to say.
“Did it at any point in the last two hours, occur to you that if you can see me, I can see you?” Parrish asks. And no, no it didn’t.
“Turn around.”
Evan automatically turns and looks back at Parrish. He has his legs spread open on the lounger and is stroking his cock again.
“Do you like what you see?” Parrish asks in that silky tone.
“I... uh... yeah.” Evan confesses into his radio
“Door is open for the next ten minutes, Major.” says Parrish and the radio clicks off.
Evan drops the paints on the end of his bed. He cringes because he knows he should put them away properly but he has other things on his mind. He sprints the last corridor to Parrish’s quarters.