SGA Fic: Just Another Day in the Lab (Lorne/Parrish) (NC-17)
Title: Just Another Day in the Lab
Author: clwilson2006
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish (pre-slash)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word Count: 950ish
Notes: Written for Day 1 at mmom
Summary: A quiet day in Atlantis. David is working in his lab. Lorne is keeping the marines occupied, and putting on a show.
All was quiet in the City of the Ancients, for David Parrish this was good. He could finally spend as much time as he wanted in the lab and the greenhouse, catching up on cataloguing cell samples and tending the fragile new growths that he had nurtured from ten thousand year old seeds.
In fact most of the science department had gone quiet, locked away running experiments and doing their research, it was heavenly. Not so much for the military, the marines were bored and bored marines could be troublesome. Yesterday over lunch Major Lorne had been distracted with attempting to plan things for them to do, David hadn’t had many suggestions and their lunch had ended with Lorne deciding that he would simply run the marines ragged so they were too tired to cause mischief.
Finding himself at a place to take a break, David wandered into the small office he had inherited when he’d been promoted to head of botany, he flicked on the kettle and dropped a tea bag into his mug, crossing to the window he leaned his hands on the glass and willed the window open, his weak expression of the gene just enough for doors and lights.
A cool breeze wafted through the gap at the bottom of the window and David sighed, at peace with himself for the first time in a long while.
Sounds drifted up from the pier below and he looked down, to see Major Lorne leading a platoon of Marines in full gear down the length of the pier. He watched as they ran at speed, heavy packs bouncing on their back, when they reached the end of the pier they simply turned around and ran back towards him.
As they drew closer he could see that they were all sweating in the heat, some of them did not look very happy at all. They reached the tower and David heard Lorne issue the command to about face and then the marines all ran back down the length of the pier. Absently David heard the click of the kettle turning off as it came to a boil but he didn’t move, the group of running sweaty men were heading back his way, he could see Lorne at the front of the group. Face flushed and his hair plastered to his forehead where his was sweating. As they approached Lorne looked up at the window and smiled, David couldn’t move, he stood transfixed and Lorne’s smile widened as he turned the platoon around for another trip to the end of the pier.
This time on their return Lorne called a halt just before they reached the tower. In full view of David’s watchful eyes, Lorne ordered the marines to drop their kit and strip. Then with one last command Lorne dismissed the marine’s ordering them into the cool water for a swim. There were loud cheers and the platoon moved as one and dived into the pool at the side of pier. David smiled; no wonder Lorne was so popular with the marines, even though he was merely a flyboy.
Slowly Lorne removed his own pack and jacket, dropping them on the floor at his feet. David sucked in a breath at the way Lorne’s t-shirt clung to his chest, dark patches showing where he was sweating. Even more slowly, Lorne knelt and removed his boots and socks, he stood and stretched, and then looked directly at David with smirk as he peeled off his shirt.
David gasped, he wasn’t stupid, he knew that Lorne knew he was watching, and David’s mind was spinning with the fact that Lorne was showing off for him. When Lorne reached for his belt buckle David hand’s reach for his own pants, seemingly of their own accord, but David didn’t care, he was completely under the spell of Major Lorne. While Lorne removed his belt and thigh holster, carefully arranging the gun on the pile of clothing, David’s hand slid into his own boxers and he palmed his cock, he was already hard and he hadn’t even noticed.
On the pier below, Lorne was teasingly removing his pants; he’d turned his back to David so David had a clear view of Lorne’s ass. It was perfect to David’s eyes, the form fitting shorts framing the flesh in a way that made David breathless. Lorne wiggled his ass in the air a little and David began stroking himself, his pace increasing as Lorne stepped out of his pants.
When Lorne stood he had a bottle of water in his hand, he unscrewed te top and turning back to face David he tipped the bottle back and took a long swallow. David groan, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he snapped them open again, he didn’t want to miss anything. His stokes were fast and sure and he was getting close, maybe sometime later today he’d think about how fast he’d got there, but not now.
Lorne grinned up at him and their eyes met of the distance, Lorne upended the last of the water over his head and stood there while David watched the water drip down his body. Lorne raised one hand and swiped at a rivulet of water running over his nipple. That was it; David tipped over the edge and came, leaning against the cool window while he caught his breath.
Lorne tossed the now empty bottle aside and threw a jaunty salute David’s way, then turned and ran; taking a flying leap into the water, joining the cavorting marines.
David drew in a shuddering breath and pulled up his pants, he went to the small bathroom joined to his office and cleaned himself up. He really needed to do something about this thing developing with Major Lorne. He sat at his desk and turned the kettle on to re-boil, wondering about his next move.
Author: clwilson2006
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish (pre-slash)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word Count: 950ish
Notes: Written for Day 1 at mmom
Summary: A quiet day in Atlantis. David is working in his lab. Lorne is keeping the marines occupied, and putting on a show.
All was quiet in the City of the Ancients, for David Parrish this was good. He could finally spend as much time as he wanted in the lab and the greenhouse, catching up on cataloguing cell samples and tending the fragile new growths that he had nurtured from ten thousand year old seeds.
In fact most of the science department had gone quiet, locked away running experiments and doing their research, it was heavenly. Not so much for the military, the marines were bored and bored marines could be troublesome. Yesterday over lunch Major Lorne had been distracted with attempting to plan things for them to do, David hadn’t had many suggestions and their lunch had ended with Lorne deciding that he would simply run the marines ragged so they were too tired to cause mischief.
Finding himself at a place to take a break, David wandered into the small office he had inherited when he’d been promoted to head of botany, he flicked on the kettle and dropped a tea bag into his mug, crossing to the window he leaned his hands on the glass and willed the window open, his weak expression of the gene just enough for doors and lights.
A cool breeze wafted through the gap at the bottom of the window and David sighed, at peace with himself for the first time in a long while.
Sounds drifted up from the pier below and he looked down, to see Major Lorne leading a platoon of Marines in full gear down the length of the pier. He watched as they ran at speed, heavy packs bouncing on their back, when they reached the end of the pier they simply turned around and ran back towards him.
As they drew closer he could see that they were all sweating in the heat, some of them did not look very happy at all. They reached the tower and David heard Lorne issue the command to about face and then the marines all ran back down the length of the pier. Absently David heard the click of the kettle turning off as it came to a boil but he didn’t move, the group of running sweaty men were heading back his way, he could see Lorne at the front of the group. Face flushed and his hair plastered to his forehead where his was sweating. As they approached Lorne looked up at the window and smiled, David couldn’t move, he stood transfixed and Lorne’s smile widened as he turned the platoon around for another trip to the end of the pier.
This time on their return Lorne called a halt just before they reached the tower. In full view of David’s watchful eyes, Lorne ordered the marines to drop their kit and strip. Then with one last command Lorne dismissed the marine’s ordering them into the cool water for a swim. There were loud cheers and the platoon moved as one and dived into the pool at the side of pier. David smiled; no wonder Lorne was so popular with the marines, even though he was merely a flyboy.
Slowly Lorne removed his own pack and jacket, dropping them on the floor at his feet. David sucked in a breath at the way Lorne’s t-shirt clung to his chest, dark patches showing where he was sweating. Even more slowly, Lorne knelt and removed his boots and socks, he stood and stretched, and then looked directly at David with smirk as he peeled off his shirt.
David gasped, he wasn’t stupid, he knew that Lorne knew he was watching, and David’s mind was spinning with the fact that Lorne was showing off for him. When Lorne reached for his belt buckle David hand’s reach for his own pants, seemingly of their own accord, but David didn’t care, he was completely under the spell of Major Lorne. While Lorne removed his belt and thigh holster, carefully arranging the gun on the pile of clothing, David’s hand slid into his own boxers and he palmed his cock, he was already hard and he hadn’t even noticed.
On the pier below, Lorne was teasingly removing his pants; he’d turned his back to David so David had a clear view of Lorne’s ass. It was perfect to David’s eyes, the form fitting shorts framing the flesh in a way that made David breathless. Lorne wiggled his ass in the air a little and David began stroking himself, his pace increasing as Lorne stepped out of his pants.
When Lorne stood he had a bottle of water in his hand, he unscrewed te top and turning back to face David he tipped the bottle back and took a long swallow. David groan, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he snapped them open again, he didn’t want to miss anything. His stokes were fast and sure and he was getting close, maybe sometime later today he’d think about how fast he’d got there, but not now.
Lorne grinned up at him and their eyes met of the distance, Lorne upended the last of the water over his head and stood there while David watched the water drip down his body. Lorne raised one hand and swiped at a rivulet of water running over his nipple. That was it; David tipped over the edge and came, leaning against the cool window while he caught his breath.
Lorne tossed the now empty bottle aside and threw a jaunty salute David’s way, then turned and ran; taking a flying leap into the water, joining the cavorting marines.
David drew in a shuddering breath and pulled up his pants, he went to the small bathroom joined to his office and cleaned himself up. He really needed to do something about this thing developing with Major Lorne. He sat at his desk and turned the kettle on to re-boil, wondering about his next move.