Turbulence
Title: Turbulence
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard, Cameron Mitchell
Prompt: 46 -Writer's Choice (Puddle Jumper) (
50kinkyways )
Word Count: 1,900
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: This is part of a series of linked entries.
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
Intro
Cameron leaned against the wall of the ‘jumper, watching as John Sheppard dashed from console to console like a squirrel jumping from tree to tree. It was obvious to him that John loved this ship; from what he’d heard and seen of Atlantis so far, it was quite possible that she ship loved him back. The way John absently ran his fingers along the panels, the ‘jumper lighting up at the touch, sent a shiver down Cameron’s spine.
“I don’t see any weapon controls in this thing,” he said as John finally came to rest in the pilot’s chair, motioning him over to the passenger seat.
Grinning, John closed his eyes and a translucent screen appeared in the air in front of their faces. “Give the Ancients a little credit. Their technology is a little more advanced than you’re used to.”
Cameron laughed in excitement. As he caught John’s eye, he saw the same mixture of anticipation and exhilaration and he could see that no matter how many times this guy flew the ship, the thrill never wore off.
“It’s thought controlled?” Cameron grinned, breath catching a little as John grinned right back. When he agreed to come to Atlantis, he’d expected to be bored out of his mind while Sam and Daniel drooled over Ancient technology. The last thing he’d expected to find was a cute, energetic flyboy with a mind controlled spaceship.
“Ready to go?” John asked, eyes sparkling. It wasn’t often that he met someone who shared his passion for flying. Most of the military personnel in Atlantis were Marines who flew like they were on LSD and got airsick at the slightest bit of turbulence. Lorne was Air Force like him, but the man was so straight it wasn’t even funny and he viewed Atlantis as a job, not his home. Mitchell was so similar to him they could have been separated at birth and he got bonus points for saying that John was cute.
Concentrating, he fired up the engines and took the ‘jumper slowly out of the bay and into the warm Lantean morning. The ocean sparkled with the light of the sun, fairies chasing each other across its surface.
“Woah,” Cameron gasped. “Forget thought controlled spaceships, I’d move here just for the view.”
“Yeah, pity about the Wraith infestation,” John replied wryly. Cameron couldn’t tell whether he was making a joke or reminding him of everything the Atlantis expedition had been through. He had no idea what to say in response; he’d accidentally killed a convoy of innocent refugees, fought Anubis’s fleet, been shot down and told he’d never walk again, fought the Ori and a dragon and even clashed swords with a Black Knight, but he’d been able to go home after every mission, knowing that Earth was safe from attack. John had to spend his life in this city, cut off from home and not knowing when the Wraith might arrive.
John mentally facepalmed. Why did he keep saying stuff like that? It was unfair on Cameron; he couldn’t possibly understand what John had been through and it wasn’t his fault. John was staring to think that his unconscious wanted him to spend the rest of his life alone.
“Wanna go underwater?” he asked, changing the subject. Awkward silences were not what he wanted right now. He knew that his plan had worked when Cameron’s face lit up again.
“It’s a submarine? Is there anything this thing can’t do?”
“She’s no good with paperwork,” John quipped as he angled the ‘jumper downwards and broke cleanly through the surface of the water. Suddenly, they were surrounded by deep blue on all sides, schools of fish darting out of their way to return inquisitively, always staying at a safe distance. They probably thought the ‘jumper was a new kind of predator.
When John looked over at Cameron again, he found the other Colonel’s gaze fixed straight ahead, a smile playing around the corner of his mouth. This was the first time John had seen him without the confident flyboy attitude he knew that he carried around himself.
“What d’ya think?” he asked, indicating the ocean around them with a broad sweep of his arm.
Cameron turned to look at him, eyes flicking downwards and then back up. “Pretty,” he murmured, the soft smile widening into a grin that suggested he wasn’t referring to the ocean at all.
Fighting down the distinctly un-manly blush that threatened to creep up his neck towards his face, John put the ‘jumper on autopilot.
As he ran his hands over the tanned, well-defined and incredibly naked chest that belonged to the man currently straddling his lap, Cameron realised that he’d been wrong in his assessment of John. He was actually a cute, energetic flyboy with a mind controlled spaceship who made the most adorable little panting noises and mewled when you licked his nipples.
John’s skin tasted salty and his hair smelled of grapefruit. Cameron spent a whole three minutes with his nose buried in the fruity, sticky mess as he discovered an entire spectrum of noises he could coax out of John just by teasing his ear and he decided that grapefruit was now his favourite fruit.
Deft fingers left the back of his neck to undo the buttons of Cameron’s jacket and slide it off of his shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap as John slid his hands under the fabric of Cameron’s shirt and eased it up over his stomach. John was almost disappointed when Cameron pushed his hands away and pulled the shirt off himself, leaving his chest bare apart from the dog tags.
Cameron leaned back into the chair as a hot tongue explored the contours of his chest and John’s fingers gripped his arms, thumbs stroking in gentle circles. The hands moved slowly down his arms until John was caressing his palms, his mouth now occupied with making love bites on Cameron’s neck. A small part of him worried that they’d be visible when he wore his uniform, but the rest of him was preoccupied with the hand that had undone the top button of his pants and slid inside.
“Cameron,” John whispered in his ear, voice low and sultry. He knew he’d been told to call the other Colonel by his nickname, but Cameron sounded infinitely sexier, the two extra syllables drawing it out into a breathy whisper that rolled off the tongue and caressed the ear lovingly.
Closing his eyes, Cameron forced back a moan of pleasure. “What?”
John’s thumb slid over the head of his cock, the rest of his fist wrapped around the shaft. “You’re not wearing any underwear.” He sounded like he’d just discovered an Ancient device that turned everything into chocolate.
“Are you?” Cameron shot back, sliding his arms around John’s shoulders and down his torso to rest on his stomach just above the top of his pants.
“Um… maybe?”
The top button came open effortlessly and the pants slid off John’s bony hips with ease. “Liar,” Cameron accused, tracing a finger along the vein of John’s hard cock.
“I’ll make it up to you.” John climbed off Cameron’s lap, pushed the pants down the rest of the way and stepped out of them before dropping to his knees and pulling Cameron’s knees apart.
Cameron briefly wondered how he’d ended up with a naked, hard Lieutenant Colonel gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes, about to suck him off, but logical thought became difficult the moment John’s lips closed around his cock and his tongue swirled around the head.
“You’re…” Cameron’s breath was coming in pants. “Such a… fucking slut… you know that?”
“Mmm,” John replied happily and the vibrations travelled straight into Cameron’s cock and short-circuited his brain, which, it turned out, did live down there.
“Jesus,” Cameron gasped, aware that he was making desperate little moans and not caring. “I’m… I’m gonna - hey!”
John had removed his mouth from Cameron’s cock and was removing the rest of his clothes. Smiling mischievously, he climbed back into a now naked Cameron’s lap and kissed him messily, tongue exploring every surface he could find.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he whispered into Cameron’s mouth, tugging lightly at his bottom lip before pulling away. “I didn’t want you to come until you’re inside me.”
The smell of grapefruit mingled with sweat was stronger now and it washed over Cameron as he ran shaking hands up John’s chest, coming to rest on his shoulders. “Got any lube?” he asked hoarsely, throat dry despite the fact that his mouth was wet with his own saliva and John’s.
John shrugged. “Sorry, don’t carry it around with me.” Noting Cameron’s disappointed face, he moved forward and brushed their noses together in an Eskimo kiss that Cameron thought was the most endearing thing he’d ever seen. “It’s OK, we don’t need it,” he whispered confidently.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Cameron protested, but John was already positioning himself over the head of his cock, gripping Cameron’s shoulders for support. Holding Cameron’s gaze, he slid downwards and this time the moan of pleasure did manage to escape from Cameron’s throat.
“Jesus you’re tight,” he breathed, fingers digging into John’s arms in an attempt to ground himself, because he felt like he was going to float away.
“Nuh-uh. You’re just fuckin’ huge,” John told him, pulling him closer and nipping at his jaw line.
“You OK?” Cameron asked, well aware of how painful this could be without lubrication.
“Yeah, just gimme a sec to adjust.”
A sec turned out to be several long, breathtaking, gorgeous minutes filled with heavy panting and small, content moans and exchanged glances charged with desire. John held his gaze with half lidded eyes, chest rising and falling at the same rate as Cameron’s. He was trembling slightly; Cameron could feel it in every place where their bodies touched.
“You ready?” he asked, reaching up to stroke John’s cheek.
John closed and leaned into his touch, nodding eagerly and biting his lip in anticipation. It had hurt at first when Cameron had entered him, but now his entire body tingled, teetering on the edge of orgasm and he knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.
The hand caressing his cheek moved down to rest on his shoulder and he pushed away from Cameron’s thighs, raising himself upwards until the cock was only half buried in him. As he slid down, Cameron’s hips coming up to meet him, he felt a wave of pleasure from his prostate and suddenly he was coming, head thrown back, words escaping from his mouth along with animal sounds of raw pleasure. He felt Cameron come a split second later, warm liquid filling him from deep within.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come,” Cameron murmured against his throat, hands running through his sticky, messy hair, slick with gel and sweat.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.” John growled as Cameron tried to pull out. He clutched at the other man’s back, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to draw blood as strong arms enveloped him, bringing the two of them closer together. John closed his eyes and listened to the sound of their harmonised breathing as the ‘jumper took them in circles around the city and the fish watched them inquisitively; two men seeking comfort against the universe and all that it contained.
Chapter 2 - Golden Blonde
Chapter 3 - Explosive (Samantha Carter/Laura Cadman)
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard, Cameron Mitchell
Prompt: 46 -Writer's Choice (Puddle Jumper) (
50kinkyways )
Word Count: 1,900
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: This is part of a series of linked entries.
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
Intro
Cameron leaned against the wall of the ‘jumper, watching as John Sheppard dashed from console to console like a squirrel jumping from tree to tree. It was obvious to him that John loved this ship; from what he’d heard and seen of Atlantis so far, it was quite possible that she ship loved him back. The way John absently ran his fingers along the panels, the ‘jumper lighting up at the touch, sent a shiver down Cameron’s spine.
“I don’t see any weapon controls in this thing,” he said as John finally came to rest in the pilot’s chair, motioning him over to the passenger seat.
Grinning, John closed his eyes and a translucent screen appeared in the air in front of their faces. “Give the Ancients a little credit. Their technology is a little more advanced than you’re used to.”
Cameron laughed in excitement. As he caught John’s eye, he saw the same mixture of anticipation and exhilaration and he could see that no matter how many times this guy flew the ship, the thrill never wore off.
“It’s thought controlled?” Cameron grinned, breath catching a little as John grinned right back. When he agreed to come to Atlantis, he’d expected to be bored out of his mind while Sam and Daniel drooled over Ancient technology. The last thing he’d expected to find was a cute, energetic flyboy with a mind controlled spaceship.
“Ready to go?” John asked, eyes sparkling. It wasn’t often that he met someone who shared his passion for flying. Most of the military personnel in Atlantis were Marines who flew like they were on LSD and got airsick at the slightest bit of turbulence. Lorne was Air Force like him, but the man was so straight it wasn’t even funny and he viewed Atlantis as a job, not his home. Mitchell was so similar to him they could have been separated at birth and he got bonus points for saying that John was cute.
Concentrating, he fired up the engines and took the ‘jumper slowly out of the bay and into the warm Lantean morning. The ocean sparkled with the light of the sun, fairies chasing each other across its surface.
“Woah,” Cameron gasped. “Forget thought controlled spaceships, I’d move here just for the view.”
“Yeah, pity about the Wraith infestation,” John replied wryly. Cameron couldn’t tell whether he was making a joke or reminding him of everything the Atlantis expedition had been through. He had no idea what to say in response; he’d accidentally killed a convoy of innocent refugees, fought Anubis’s fleet, been shot down and told he’d never walk again, fought the Ori and a dragon and even clashed swords with a Black Knight, but he’d been able to go home after every mission, knowing that Earth was safe from attack. John had to spend his life in this city, cut off from home and not knowing when the Wraith might arrive.
John mentally facepalmed. Why did he keep saying stuff like that? It was unfair on Cameron; he couldn’t possibly understand what John had been through and it wasn’t his fault. John was staring to think that his unconscious wanted him to spend the rest of his life alone.
“Wanna go underwater?” he asked, changing the subject. Awkward silences were not what he wanted right now. He knew that his plan had worked when Cameron’s face lit up again.
“It’s a submarine? Is there anything this thing can’t do?”
“She’s no good with paperwork,” John quipped as he angled the ‘jumper downwards and broke cleanly through the surface of the water. Suddenly, they were surrounded by deep blue on all sides, schools of fish darting out of their way to return inquisitively, always staying at a safe distance. They probably thought the ‘jumper was a new kind of predator.
When John looked over at Cameron again, he found the other Colonel’s gaze fixed straight ahead, a smile playing around the corner of his mouth. This was the first time John had seen him without the confident flyboy attitude he knew that he carried around himself.
“What d’ya think?” he asked, indicating the ocean around them with a broad sweep of his arm.
Cameron turned to look at him, eyes flicking downwards and then back up. “Pretty,” he murmured, the soft smile widening into a grin that suggested he wasn’t referring to the ocean at all.
Fighting down the distinctly un-manly blush that threatened to creep up his neck towards his face, John put the ‘jumper on autopilot.
As he ran his hands over the tanned, well-defined and incredibly naked chest that belonged to the man currently straddling his lap, Cameron realised that he’d been wrong in his assessment of John. He was actually a cute, energetic flyboy with a mind controlled spaceship who made the most adorable little panting noises and mewled when you licked his nipples.
John’s skin tasted salty and his hair smelled of grapefruit. Cameron spent a whole three minutes with his nose buried in the fruity, sticky mess as he discovered an entire spectrum of noises he could coax out of John just by teasing his ear and he decided that grapefruit was now his favourite fruit.
Deft fingers left the back of his neck to undo the buttons of Cameron’s jacket and slide it off of his shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap as John slid his hands under the fabric of Cameron’s shirt and eased it up over his stomach. John was almost disappointed when Cameron pushed his hands away and pulled the shirt off himself, leaving his chest bare apart from the dog tags.
Cameron leaned back into the chair as a hot tongue explored the contours of his chest and John’s fingers gripped his arms, thumbs stroking in gentle circles. The hands moved slowly down his arms until John was caressing his palms, his mouth now occupied with making love bites on Cameron’s neck. A small part of him worried that they’d be visible when he wore his uniform, but the rest of him was preoccupied with the hand that had undone the top button of his pants and slid inside.
“Cameron,” John whispered in his ear, voice low and sultry. He knew he’d been told to call the other Colonel by his nickname, but Cameron sounded infinitely sexier, the two extra syllables drawing it out into a breathy whisper that rolled off the tongue and caressed the ear lovingly.
Closing his eyes, Cameron forced back a moan of pleasure. “What?”
John’s thumb slid over the head of his cock, the rest of his fist wrapped around the shaft. “You’re not wearing any underwear.” He sounded like he’d just discovered an Ancient device that turned everything into chocolate.
“Are you?” Cameron shot back, sliding his arms around John’s shoulders and down his torso to rest on his stomach just above the top of his pants.
“Um… maybe?”
The top button came open effortlessly and the pants slid off John’s bony hips with ease. “Liar,” Cameron accused, tracing a finger along the vein of John’s hard cock.
“I’ll make it up to you.” John climbed off Cameron’s lap, pushed the pants down the rest of the way and stepped out of them before dropping to his knees and pulling Cameron’s knees apart.
Cameron briefly wondered how he’d ended up with a naked, hard Lieutenant Colonel gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes, about to suck him off, but logical thought became difficult the moment John’s lips closed around his cock and his tongue swirled around the head.
“You’re…” Cameron’s breath was coming in pants. “Such a… fucking slut… you know that?”
“Mmm,” John replied happily and the vibrations travelled straight into Cameron’s cock and short-circuited his brain, which, it turned out, did live down there.
“Jesus,” Cameron gasped, aware that he was making desperate little moans and not caring. “I’m… I’m gonna - hey!”
John had removed his mouth from Cameron’s cock and was removing the rest of his clothes. Smiling mischievously, he climbed back into a now naked Cameron’s lap and kissed him messily, tongue exploring every surface he could find.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he whispered into Cameron’s mouth, tugging lightly at his bottom lip before pulling away. “I didn’t want you to come until you’re inside me.”
The smell of grapefruit mingled with sweat was stronger now and it washed over Cameron as he ran shaking hands up John’s chest, coming to rest on his shoulders. “Got any lube?” he asked hoarsely, throat dry despite the fact that his mouth was wet with his own saliva and John’s.
John shrugged. “Sorry, don’t carry it around with me.” Noting Cameron’s disappointed face, he moved forward and brushed their noses together in an Eskimo kiss that Cameron thought was the most endearing thing he’d ever seen. “It’s OK, we don’t need it,” he whispered confidently.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Cameron protested, but John was already positioning himself over the head of his cock, gripping Cameron’s shoulders for support. Holding Cameron’s gaze, he slid downwards and this time the moan of pleasure did manage to escape from Cameron’s throat.
“Jesus you’re tight,” he breathed, fingers digging into John’s arms in an attempt to ground himself, because he felt like he was going to float away.
“Nuh-uh. You’re just fuckin’ huge,” John told him, pulling him closer and nipping at his jaw line.
“You OK?” Cameron asked, well aware of how painful this could be without lubrication.
“Yeah, just gimme a sec to adjust.”
A sec turned out to be several long, breathtaking, gorgeous minutes filled with heavy panting and small, content moans and exchanged glances charged with desire. John held his gaze with half lidded eyes, chest rising and falling at the same rate as Cameron’s. He was trembling slightly; Cameron could feel it in every place where their bodies touched.
“You ready?” he asked, reaching up to stroke John’s cheek.
John closed and leaned into his touch, nodding eagerly and biting his lip in anticipation. It had hurt at first when Cameron had entered him, but now his entire body tingled, teetering on the edge of orgasm and he knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.
The hand caressing his cheek moved down to rest on his shoulder and he pushed away from Cameron’s thighs, raising himself upwards until the cock was only half buried in him. As he slid down, Cameron’s hips coming up to meet him, he felt a wave of pleasure from his prostate and suddenly he was coming, head thrown back, words escaping from his mouth along with animal sounds of raw pleasure. He felt Cameron come a split second later, warm liquid filling him from deep within.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come,” Cameron murmured against his throat, hands running through his sticky, messy hair, slick with gel and sweat.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.” John growled as Cameron tried to pull out. He clutched at the other man’s back, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to draw blood as strong arms enveloped him, bringing the two of them closer together. John closed his eyes and listened to the sound of their harmonised breathing as the ‘jumper took them in circles around the city and the fish watched them inquisitively; two men seeking comfort against the universe and all that it contained.
Chapter 2 - Golden Blonde
Chapter 3 - Explosive (Samantha Carter/Laura Cadman)