Fic: Hank and the Handyman 2
Title: Hank and the Handyman 2
Author: outsideth3box
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Vetted by: darkhavens
Warnings: Kissing after rimming
Word count: 3600
Author’s notes: Huge thanks to neevebrody for an awesome beta job, this story is much better for it. Any remaining mistakes are because I poked at it after she did her excellent work. This follows Hank and the Handyman.
Summary: Since working with Sheppard on the first of the series, Sheppard seemed to have decided that they were friends.
Hank and the Handyman 2
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Rodney McKay looked over his script one last time before leaving the dressing room for the set. He was again reluctantly impressed by the level of detail the direction called for. Kitchen set, even though he would only be there for a couple of minutes, and a separate living room set for the actual action. Wardrobe had even provided a different suit from the one he wore in the first “Hank and the Handyman” installment. This studio really went all out.
On the other side of the room, John Sheppard looked up from wrangling his tool belt into place around his lean hips and grinned. Rodney rolled his eyes.
Since working with Sheppard on the first of the series, Sheppard seemed to have decided that they were friends, had taken to calling Rodney at all hours for outings to various 24-hour burger joints and the occasional matinee. Rodney seemed incapable of declining these random invitations, and when he tried, Sheppard just laughed and named a meeting spot, and Rodney found himself agreeing despite his best intentions.
He was not interested in being friends, being anything, with John Sheppard, Pretty Boy Porn Star. There was only room for one star in Rodney’s life and he was it. Just because Sheppard was, in fact, very pretty and more talented than one would think to look at him, didn’t mean Rodney was attracted to him. No, not at all. He finished his coffee and straightened his tie.
Rodney huffed in aggravation and glared at the back of John’s head as he followed him out the door. Really, they were occasional co-workers, nothing more. They were both professionals, more than capable of doing their jobs without emotional entanglements.
John positioned himself outside the kitchen door, while Rodney found his mark and the crew made last-second adjustments to lighting and moved the sound booms into place.
Vala clapped her hands and called out, “All right, ready on the set! And, action!”
Rodney - as - Hank began to pace in the kitchen, smoothing his hand through his hair, fiddling with his tie, stopping by the refrigerator to stare at the business card that was attached with a small magnet.
Sam brought the handheld in close to get a close-up of the printing on the card. Jim Studd - Handyman for all your needs! Here they would insert a few flashes from scenes in the first movie, as Hank remembered Jim’s mouth on his, Jim’s hand on his cock through his trousers, Jim on his back on the counter. Rodney reached for the card, then pulled back and paced some more, straightening his tie again and shooting his cuffs.
Then he gathered himself with a resolute expression, walked determinedly to the fridge and took down the card, his hand trembling just a tiny bit as he picked up his phone from the counter.
“And cut! Rodney you’re wonderful! Let’s get your jacket off and rumple you up a bit for this next scene.”
Rodney took off his jacket and tossed it to one of the crew while Vala looked him over, then came and untucked his shirt a smidge, using her hands to crumple the fabric. She loosened his tie and undid the top button.
“Run your hands through your hair a few times, muss it up a bit.”
When Vala had Rodney looking his part, she stepped back. “Okay everyone. John, are you ready?”
Sheppard threw Vala a thumbs-up and a smile.
Vala called for action and the doorbell rang. Hank opened the door to find Jim on the other side, smiling brightly.
“Hello.” Sheppard’s smile slid into a smirk as Jim gave Hank a thorough once-over. “I understand you have a job for me?”
“Yes, yes, right this way.” Rodney waved him in with a flustered look, motioning Sheppard to follow him to the living room.
On the coffee table in front of the sofa lay a hammer, some picture hanging materials, and several framed photographs.
“I need an extra set of hands. My sister sent me some pictures of my niece and nephew. I can put them up, but I can’t see if they are properly placed.” Rodney thought Hank should look a bit shifty here, so he cut his eyes away from Sheppard and stared at the wall.
“Yeah, I can see how that would be a problem,” Sheppard drawled. He walked to the table and picked up a framed photo, moving to the sofa and reaching up to place the frame on the wall behind it, shirt sliding up to reveal a patch of tanned skin. Sheppard cocked his hip and his tool belt slipped a little lower on the left side, accentuating the sleek curve of his ass, pulling his jeans down just enough to make it clear that Jim was going commando. He looked back at Rodney, eyes flashing. “Like this?”
Rodney’s mouth watered as he stared, eyes wide, then licked his lips. “Yes, yes, uh, no.” Surprised that Vala didn’t call cut for his flubbed lines, he barreled ahead, stepping to the center of the room. “Higher, and to the right.”
Sheppard inched the frame up and over, widening his stance in front of the sofa as he did so, and leaning forward with more of his weight on the wall, arms spread for balance, ass beautifully highlighted by the tight, worn jeans and low-hanging tool belt.
“Gorgeous, John!” Vala called. “Hold that pose for a sec.”
Sheppard held his position while Sam walked around him with the camera, getting the shot from every angle, then stepping back.
Rodney raised his hand, as if Hank was compelled to reach out to touch Jim’s body, but dropped it again and cleared his throat. “Higher. I think you’ll have to stand on the sofa. Go ahead, you won’t hurt it.”
Stepping up onto the sofa, Sheppard resumed his position, moving the frame higher, but arching his back, sticking his ass out farther, turning to catch Rodney’s eye with a fond smirk on his face.
Rodney was standing in the middle of the room, eyes glued to Sheppard’s ass, hands fisted at his sides as if Hank was fighting for control. Then he broke, moved to the sofa and reached out to cup Sheppard’s ass with gentle hands. Leaning in, Rodney rested his cheek against that spot, closing his eyes with a blissful expression. Sheppard leaned into it, humming softly.
“Yeah,” Sheppard said, laying the frame down on the back of the couch, placing his empty hand back against the wall. “C’mon, Hank, go for it.”
Reaching around Sheppard’s slim hips, Rodney carefully unbuckled the tool belt and slowly, reverently set it aside on the arm of the sofa. Then he reached again and unsnapped Sheppard’s jeans, rubbing his palm over the growing bulge, causing Sheppard to moan aloud and press his groin into Rodney’s hand.
Sam came in close to capture the slow downward slide of the zipper and Rodney’s hands grasping the edges, opening them wide and carefully drawing out Sheppard’s hard cock, giving it a couple of slow strokes. She zoomed in on his hands, coming around to the sides and pulling the jeans slowly down over Sheppard’s hips, gradually revealing his ass. Impulsively, Rodney leaned forward and rubbed his face against the bare cheeks, and Sheppard moaned and pressed back, dropping his head down between his arms.
Following his impulses, Rodney brought his mouth in close and kissed one smooth cheek. He opened his mouth wide and bit gently, but firmly, growling softly and shaking his head, worrying the mouthful of firm flesh, then soothing the bite with the flat of his tongue. Sheppard groaned and shuddered. Sam sighed happily and got it all.
“Beautiful, Rodney!” Vala shouted. “You have such lovely instincts, keep going!”
“Oh, that’s good, Hank,” Sheppard improvised. “More.”
Rodney moved to the other cheek and repeated his actions, kissing and nuzzling, biting and licking, all while Sheppard tossed his head and moaned.
None of this was in the script, but Vala had said to go with his instincts, so Rodney gripped one of Sheppard’s cheeks in each hand and spread them wide, and after a slight hesitation dove in with enthusiasm. He flattened his tongue and licked Sheppard’s puckered hole, grinning as Sheppard shouted in surprise and called out, “Yes! Ohhhhh, yes!”
Rodney leaned in and lapped over and over as Sheppard murmured encouragement, laving thoroughly, stopping occasionally to place a sucking kiss or scrape gently with his teeth. Then, pointing his tongue, he pushed it inside Sheppard’s hole as Sheppard panted, “Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
He could feel Sheppard’s legs trembling as he thrust his tongue in and out, but it was way too soon for Jim to be this worked up, so Rodney released his hold and slowly stroked up and down the outside of Sheppard’s thighs, gentling him. Rodney turned his head from side to side, using his lips to create soothing sensations against Sheppard’s ass.
Rodney decided it was time to move on with the scripted scene. Pulling away, he grasped Sheppard’s jeans and pulled them down, stopping to remove Sheppard’s work shoes and socks. Sheppard stepped out of the pants and widened his stance. Rodney tossed the pants aside and ran his hands up Sheppard’s lean, muscled legs from calf to thigh, licking his lips as he did so.
Sheppard stood up straight on the sofa and, looking over his shoulder at Rodney, slowly pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Naked, he returned to his position, still looking over his shoulder and grinning as Rodney sucked in a loud breath.
“You now,” Sheppard said.
Removing his tie, Rodney unbuttoned his shirt, let it slide off his shoulders, and tossed them both onto a nearby chair. Watching, Sheppard stepped down from the sofa and came around the table, reaching for Rodney’s belt and unbuckling it. Looking up and catching Rodney’s eyes, Sheppard smiled as Rodney reached out and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him in and brushing his lips gently over Sheppard’s. Rodney sighed aloud and leaned in again, licking Sheppard’s bottom lip and then pressing his teeth softly into the plump flesh. Sheppard moaned and opened his mouth invitingly.
Sam came in for a close-up as Rodney molded his mouth to Sheppard’s and thrust his tongue inside, twining with Sheppard’s, breathing heavily through his nose, gripping Sheppard’s thick hair in both hands. The camera clearly caught the action of Rodney’s tongue caressing the insides of Sheppard’s cheeks, of Sheppard’s tongue rubbing against Rodney’s, tasting him.
Sheppard’s hands were busy unbuttoning and unzipping Rodney’s trousers. Rodney let them drop to the floor, shoving his boxers after them to reveal a flushed, hard cock. Sheppard reached around to grasp Rodney’s ass and pull him in close. Rubbing their erections together, Sheppard moaned through the kiss, squeezing handfuls of taut flesh and thrusting into Rodney's hips.
Pulling away from the kiss with a gasp, Sheppard knelt down to remove Rodney’s shoes and socks and hold the pants and boxers for him to step out. Rodney pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropped it onto the pile, and reached for Sheppard again.
Sheppard cupped Rodney’s face in a gentle grip and scattered light kisses across his cheeks and jaw, leaning in to suck on a delicate earlobe. “You have such a gorgeous body," he said. "Let’s go back to the sofa, I want to suck you.”
Rodney smiled shyly and nodded.
He let Sheppard take his hand and lead him back around the table, let Sheppard push him down onto the couch. Gripping Rodney’s knees, Sheppard spread them wide and knelt between them. He took Rodney’s cock in hand and leaned in to lick across the plump head. Rodney struggled with unintelligible words in the back of his throat as Sheppard smiled at him, just before licking a long, wet stripe up from root to tip. When Sheppard repeated the action again and again, Rodney’s hips began to lift on their own and his breathing became labored.
“That feels so good, Jim. Please, suck me,” Rodney groaned.
“With pleasure,” Sheppard said, and immediately took Rodney’s cock in his mouth, sliding down inch by inch to take it all in, looking up through his dark lashes, watching Hank’s reactions.
Bobbing rhythmically, Sheppard used one hand to fondle Rodney’s balls tenderly and the other to reach up and rub circles around a nipple, pinching it softly and causing it to harden into a tiny, pink peak. Rodney brought a hand up to join in the fun and while Sheppard played with one nipple, Rodney played with the other. His other hand caressed Sheppard’s jaw gently. He sighed out a low moan and looked into Sheppard’s eyes.
Sheppard smiled around the cock in his mouth, and went deeper, humming in his throat on each upstroke and twirling his tongue around the head.
He lifted his mouth away, licking the crease of Rodney’s thigh, nuzzling his balls. “I want you to fuck me, would that be alright? I want to ride you.”
Rodney's eyes widened and he gave Sheppard a surprised look. “Yes? I, ah, yes, I’d like that.”
“Do you have anything? Lube, condoms?”
Rodney let his eyes flit around the room as if in embarrassment. “Umm, yes. In the drawer of the coffee table.”
Sheppard laughed and opened the drawer and took out the bottle of lube and strip of condoms with a glint in his eye. “Optimism is a beautiful thing!”
“I-I was hoping...” Rodney said, affecting a slight stutter.
“You don’t say?” Sheppard leaned forward and caressed Rodney’s cheek and dropped a tender kiss on his lips. “I was hoping, too.”
Sheppard put the bottle of lube into Rodney’s hand and climbed up onto the sofa, straddling his hips, watching while Rodney poured lube into his palm and swiped two fingers through it. Rodney reached around Sheppard’s thighs and stroked his fingers up and down the cleft of his ass, rubbing over his hole to relax the muscles. After a minute of rubbing, he pressed in with a finger, slowly but steadily as Sheppard sighed aloud. Rodney twisted his wrist and spread the lube around on the inside, then started to add a second finger. Sam came close to get a good shot of Sheppard’s thrusting hips.
Using two fingers now to stretch and lube Sheppard’s ass, Rodney snicked the cap shut and dropped the bottle beside the couch, reaching to grab Sheppard by the hip to still him. Sheppard bit his lip and looked strained, which was pointless, Rodney thought, since the camera was focused on his ass.
Rodney gave his fingers a few more good twists for the camera and then reached for the condoms, ripping one off the strip and tearing it open. Unexpectedly, Sheppard took the condom from his hand pushed him down, then grasped Rodney’s cock, rolling the latex down over his shaft. Rodney just went with it, figuring Sheppard was improvising his own instinctive moves, and opened his eyes wide, watching as Sheppard prepared him in return.
After a brief close-up shot of Sheppard holding Rodney’s cock still and sliding slowly down onto it, Sam pulled back to capture the whole picture. Her instincts paid off: Rodney lying on the sofa, eyes bright and hair in disarray, with Sheppard on his knees, straddling him, chest flushed and head thrown back as he settled, ass to groin, into the cradle of Rodney’s hips.
“Oh, you boys are so hot together!” exclaimed Vala, “Scorching! Keep going!”
Both men obliged with loud, satisfied groans and Rodney held tight to Sheppard’s thighs as he began to rise. At the top of his rise, Sheppard raised his head and leaned forward, bracing his hands on Rodney’s chest and grinning directly into his eyes. He sank slowly back down with another groan.
“That’s great guys!” Vala called, “Let us hear it, you sound so sexy!”
So Rodney did. He went with what he felt, because there was no denying that being balls deep in John Sheppard’s hot, surprisingly tight ass felt good, and the man was gorgeous, much as Rodney was loathe to admit it. It was no stretch to let go a groan on almost every thrust of those slim hips. All he had to do was relax into it and let the feeling of being ridden wash through him, the heat, the lovely friction, the electric sparks in Sheppard’s green eyes. Then the sounds came naturally - no acting required.
Sheppard was going for it, too. Taking a deep breath on every rise, letting out a low moan on almost every descent, taking Rodney’s cock like it was heaven on Earth, his face falling into blissful lines of approaching ecstasy. He rode Rodney like that for a while, a flush creeping slowly up his body. When it reached his face and he was panting hard, he began to move more quickly, thrusting himself up and down faster and harder, using his arms to add power to his downthrusts, grunting when their hips met.
Sheppard’s eyes were barely open slits and there was sweat beading on his forehead as he rocked zealously. Rodney was sure Sheppard was close, his fingers were beginning to dig into Rodney’s pectoral muscles, and that was astonishingly hot. Rodney’s hips worked effortlessly with Sheppard's rhythm, thrusting up to meet him. Suddenly, Rodney felt like he was having sex, not acting, and the unexpected rush of heat through his body was so intense, it left him flushed and covered with goosebumps. His hips began to thrust wildly.
Sheppard moved one hand to his cock, centering the other on Rodney’s chest for balance and began stroking himself vigorously. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple and Rodney saw Sam close in on it.
Rodney could feel his own orgasm approaching and wanted to make sure Sam was ready for it. “Yes! Oh god, Jim, you feel so good! I’m going to come!”
“Yeah, Hank,” Sheppard grated. “Come on, give it to me! I’m ready to come, too!” And he slammed himself down on Rodney’s cock again, and then again, yelling, “God, yes!” as he bottomed out and froze, spurting a stream of semen over Rodney’s stomach and chest.
Sheppard’s muscles clenching around him was like some kind of drug, and Rodney grabbed Sheppard by the hips and thrust once, twice, three more times and came hard, his eyes shut, groaning and arching up into it.
Feeling Sheppard stir, Rodney opened his eyes and, lying there like a limp noodle, watched Sheppard slide up off his cock and tumble down beside him on the sofa. It was tight, but surprisingly nice, beyond being what the script called for.
Rodney reached down and grabbed Sheppard’s t-shirt from the floor and mopped up his stomach and chest.
“Hey!” Sheppard said.
“I’ll loan you a shirt.” Rodney replied lazily. “C’mere.” And he reached over and pulled Sheppard onto his chest, sliding his other arm under and around his back.
Sheppard wrapped an arm over Rodney’s stomach and snuggled in close. He nuzzled into Rodney’s neck and smiled. “That was wild.”
“That was fantastic!” Rodney said, with a grin of his own.
Sheppard propped himself up on one arm and looked into Rodney’s eyes. “So, does that mean next time you’ll just call me?" he asked. "No more stories about picture hanging or broken things?”
“I... I can do that.” Rodney gave Sheppard a shy look. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. I’m also hungry. What say we order some pizza and rest up for round two?” Sheppard asked with an utterly ridiculous waggle of his eyebrows that made Rodney’s stomach do funny things.
“As long as you promise never to do that eyebrow thing again,” Rodney laughed, improvising, as Sam closed in on their faces.
“And cut!” Vala shouted. “Wow, boys, just wonderful, both of you! You just sizzle together, that was so hot! Okay, we’re done for the day. Thank you both for some great work.”
Rodney harrumphed and pushed Sheppard off of him. He sat up and grabbed his robe from the stagehand.
Sheppard ran a finger up Rodney’s arm. “Goosebumps… you think I’m hot.”
“I do not! Don’t be absurd, it’s cold in here,” Rodney growled, twitching his arm away.
“It’s 76 degrees in here, McKay. It’s balmy. You like me," Sheppard said, an annoying grin on his gorgeous face.
“I don’t. You are the most aggravating man on Earth.” Rodney stood up and put on his robe, stalking off toward the dressing rooms. Of course, Sheppard followed.
“You do so like me, and you want to come with me to get a burger after we clean up and change.” Sheppard grinned again, which made him twice as annoying. How he managed that Rodney had no idea.
“No! I...”
It wasn't enough that Sheppard was still grinning. No, this time he had to waggle his eyebrows in that same ridiculous way he had when they were filming.
“Oh, all right, Sheppard,” Rodney ground out, rubbing away new goosebumps. “But you have to stop doing that thing with your eyebrows!”
Sheppard slung an arm across Rodney’s shoulders, which didn’t help at all with his goosebumps, and said, “Only if you call me John.”
Rodney shivered helplessly and grumbled, “Fine. John. Food?”
John beamed. “At the very least.”
Author: outsideth3box
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Vetted by: darkhavens
Warnings: Kissing after rimming
Word count: 3600
Author’s notes: Huge thanks to neevebrody for an awesome beta job, this story is much better for it. Any remaining mistakes are because I poked at it after she did her excellent work. This follows Hank and the Handyman.
Summary: Since working with Sheppard on the first of the series, Sheppard seemed to have decided that they were friends.
Hank and the Handyman 2
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Rodney McKay looked over his script one last time before leaving the dressing room for the set. He was again reluctantly impressed by the level of detail the direction called for. Kitchen set, even though he would only be there for a couple of minutes, and a separate living room set for the actual action. Wardrobe had even provided a different suit from the one he wore in the first “Hank and the Handyman” installment. This studio really went all out.
On the other side of the room, John Sheppard looked up from wrangling his tool belt into place around his lean hips and grinned. Rodney rolled his eyes.
Since working with Sheppard on the first of the series, Sheppard seemed to have decided that they were friends, had taken to calling Rodney at all hours for outings to various 24-hour burger joints and the occasional matinee. Rodney seemed incapable of declining these random invitations, and when he tried, Sheppard just laughed and named a meeting spot, and Rodney found himself agreeing despite his best intentions.
He was not interested in being friends, being anything, with John Sheppard, Pretty Boy Porn Star. There was only room for one star in Rodney’s life and he was it. Just because Sheppard was, in fact, very pretty and more talented than one would think to look at him, didn’t mean Rodney was attracted to him. No, not at all. He finished his coffee and straightened his tie.
Rodney huffed in aggravation and glared at the back of John’s head as he followed him out the door. Really, they were occasional co-workers, nothing more. They were both professionals, more than capable of doing their jobs without emotional entanglements.
John positioned himself outside the kitchen door, while Rodney found his mark and the crew made last-second adjustments to lighting and moved the sound booms into place.
Vala clapped her hands and called out, “All right, ready on the set! And, action!”
Rodney - as - Hank began to pace in the kitchen, smoothing his hand through his hair, fiddling with his tie, stopping by the refrigerator to stare at the business card that was attached with a small magnet.
Sam brought the handheld in close to get a close-up of the printing on the card. Jim Studd - Handyman for all your needs! Here they would insert a few flashes from scenes in the first movie, as Hank remembered Jim’s mouth on his, Jim’s hand on his cock through his trousers, Jim on his back on the counter. Rodney reached for the card, then pulled back and paced some more, straightening his tie again and shooting his cuffs.
Then he gathered himself with a resolute expression, walked determinedly to the fridge and took down the card, his hand trembling just a tiny bit as he picked up his phone from the counter.
“And cut! Rodney you’re wonderful! Let’s get your jacket off and rumple you up a bit for this next scene.”
Rodney took off his jacket and tossed it to one of the crew while Vala looked him over, then came and untucked his shirt a smidge, using her hands to crumple the fabric. She loosened his tie and undid the top button.
“Run your hands through your hair a few times, muss it up a bit.”
When Vala had Rodney looking his part, she stepped back. “Okay everyone. John, are you ready?”
Sheppard threw Vala a thumbs-up and a smile.
Vala called for action and the doorbell rang. Hank opened the door to find Jim on the other side, smiling brightly.
“Hello.” Sheppard’s smile slid into a smirk as Jim gave Hank a thorough once-over. “I understand you have a job for me?”
“Yes, yes, right this way.” Rodney waved him in with a flustered look, motioning Sheppard to follow him to the living room.
On the coffee table in front of the sofa lay a hammer, some picture hanging materials, and several framed photographs.
“I need an extra set of hands. My sister sent me some pictures of my niece and nephew. I can put them up, but I can’t see if they are properly placed.” Rodney thought Hank should look a bit shifty here, so he cut his eyes away from Sheppard and stared at the wall.
“Yeah, I can see how that would be a problem,” Sheppard drawled. He walked to the table and picked up a framed photo, moving to the sofa and reaching up to place the frame on the wall behind it, shirt sliding up to reveal a patch of tanned skin. Sheppard cocked his hip and his tool belt slipped a little lower on the left side, accentuating the sleek curve of his ass, pulling his jeans down just enough to make it clear that Jim was going commando. He looked back at Rodney, eyes flashing. “Like this?”
Rodney’s mouth watered as he stared, eyes wide, then licked his lips. “Yes, yes, uh, no.” Surprised that Vala didn’t call cut for his flubbed lines, he barreled ahead, stepping to the center of the room. “Higher, and to the right.”
Sheppard inched the frame up and over, widening his stance in front of the sofa as he did so, and leaning forward with more of his weight on the wall, arms spread for balance, ass beautifully highlighted by the tight, worn jeans and low-hanging tool belt.
“Gorgeous, John!” Vala called. “Hold that pose for a sec.”
Sheppard held his position while Sam walked around him with the camera, getting the shot from every angle, then stepping back.
Rodney raised his hand, as if Hank was compelled to reach out to touch Jim’s body, but dropped it again and cleared his throat. “Higher. I think you’ll have to stand on the sofa. Go ahead, you won’t hurt it.”
Stepping up onto the sofa, Sheppard resumed his position, moving the frame higher, but arching his back, sticking his ass out farther, turning to catch Rodney’s eye with a fond smirk on his face.
Rodney was standing in the middle of the room, eyes glued to Sheppard’s ass, hands fisted at his sides as if Hank was fighting for control. Then he broke, moved to the sofa and reached out to cup Sheppard’s ass with gentle hands. Leaning in, Rodney rested his cheek against that spot, closing his eyes with a blissful expression. Sheppard leaned into it, humming softly.
“Yeah,” Sheppard said, laying the frame down on the back of the couch, placing his empty hand back against the wall. “C’mon, Hank, go for it.”
Reaching around Sheppard’s slim hips, Rodney carefully unbuckled the tool belt and slowly, reverently set it aside on the arm of the sofa. Then he reached again and unsnapped Sheppard’s jeans, rubbing his palm over the growing bulge, causing Sheppard to moan aloud and press his groin into Rodney’s hand.
Sam came in close to capture the slow downward slide of the zipper and Rodney’s hands grasping the edges, opening them wide and carefully drawing out Sheppard’s hard cock, giving it a couple of slow strokes. She zoomed in on his hands, coming around to the sides and pulling the jeans slowly down over Sheppard’s hips, gradually revealing his ass. Impulsively, Rodney leaned forward and rubbed his face against the bare cheeks, and Sheppard moaned and pressed back, dropping his head down between his arms.
Following his impulses, Rodney brought his mouth in close and kissed one smooth cheek. He opened his mouth wide and bit gently, but firmly, growling softly and shaking his head, worrying the mouthful of firm flesh, then soothing the bite with the flat of his tongue. Sheppard groaned and shuddered. Sam sighed happily and got it all.
“Beautiful, Rodney!” Vala shouted. “You have such lovely instincts, keep going!”
“Oh, that’s good, Hank,” Sheppard improvised. “More.”
Rodney moved to the other cheek and repeated his actions, kissing and nuzzling, biting and licking, all while Sheppard tossed his head and moaned.
None of this was in the script, but Vala had said to go with his instincts, so Rodney gripped one of Sheppard’s cheeks in each hand and spread them wide, and after a slight hesitation dove in with enthusiasm. He flattened his tongue and licked Sheppard’s puckered hole, grinning as Sheppard shouted in surprise and called out, “Yes! Ohhhhh, yes!”
Rodney leaned in and lapped over and over as Sheppard murmured encouragement, laving thoroughly, stopping occasionally to place a sucking kiss or scrape gently with his teeth. Then, pointing his tongue, he pushed it inside Sheppard’s hole as Sheppard panted, “Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
He could feel Sheppard’s legs trembling as he thrust his tongue in and out, but it was way too soon for Jim to be this worked up, so Rodney released his hold and slowly stroked up and down the outside of Sheppard’s thighs, gentling him. Rodney turned his head from side to side, using his lips to create soothing sensations against Sheppard’s ass.
Rodney decided it was time to move on with the scripted scene. Pulling away, he grasped Sheppard’s jeans and pulled them down, stopping to remove Sheppard’s work shoes and socks. Sheppard stepped out of the pants and widened his stance. Rodney tossed the pants aside and ran his hands up Sheppard’s lean, muscled legs from calf to thigh, licking his lips as he did so.
Sheppard stood up straight on the sofa and, looking over his shoulder at Rodney, slowly pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Naked, he returned to his position, still looking over his shoulder and grinning as Rodney sucked in a loud breath.
“You now,” Sheppard said.
Removing his tie, Rodney unbuttoned his shirt, let it slide off his shoulders, and tossed them both onto a nearby chair. Watching, Sheppard stepped down from the sofa and came around the table, reaching for Rodney’s belt and unbuckling it. Looking up and catching Rodney’s eyes, Sheppard smiled as Rodney reached out and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him in and brushing his lips gently over Sheppard’s. Rodney sighed aloud and leaned in again, licking Sheppard’s bottom lip and then pressing his teeth softly into the plump flesh. Sheppard moaned and opened his mouth invitingly.
Sam came in for a close-up as Rodney molded his mouth to Sheppard’s and thrust his tongue inside, twining with Sheppard’s, breathing heavily through his nose, gripping Sheppard’s thick hair in both hands. The camera clearly caught the action of Rodney’s tongue caressing the insides of Sheppard’s cheeks, of Sheppard’s tongue rubbing against Rodney’s, tasting him.
Sheppard’s hands were busy unbuttoning and unzipping Rodney’s trousers. Rodney let them drop to the floor, shoving his boxers after them to reveal a flushed, hard cock. Sheppard reached around to grasp Rodney’s ass and pull him in close. Rubbing their erections together, Sheppard moaned through the kiss, squeezing handfuls of taut flesh and thrusting into Rodney's hips.
Pulling away from the kiss with a gasp, Sheppard knelt down to remove Rodney’s shoes and socks and hold the pants and boxers for him to step out. Rodney pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropped it onto the pile, and reached for Sheppard again.
Sheppard cupped Rodney’s face in a gentle grip and scattered light kisses across his cheeks and jaw, leaning in to suck on a delicate earlobe. “You have such a gorgeous body," he said. "Let’s go back to the sofa, I want to suck you.”
Rodney smiled shyly and nodded.
He let Sheppard take his hand and lead him back around the table, let Sheppard push him down onto the couch. Gripping Rodney’s knees, Sheppard spread them wide and knelt between them. He took Rodney’s cock in hand and leaned in to lick across the plump head. Rodney struggled with unintelligible words in the back of his throat as Sheppard smiled at him, just before licking a long, wet stripe up from root to tip. When Sheppard repeated the action again and again, Rodney’s hips began to lift on their own and his breathing became labored.
“That feels so good, Jim. Please, suck me,” Rodney groaned.
“With pleasure,” Sheppard said, and immediately took Rodney’s cock in his mouth, sliding down inch by inch to take it all in, looking up through his dark lashes, watching Hank’s reactions.
Bobbing rhythmically, Sheppard used one hand to fondle Rodney’s balls tenderly and the other to reach up and rub circles around a nipple, pinching it softly and causing it to harden into a tiny, pink peak. Rodney brought a hand up to join in the fun and while Sheppard played with one nipple, Rodney played with the other. His other hand caressed Sheppard’s jaw gently. He sighed out a low moan and looked into Sheppard’s eyes.
Sheppard smiled around the cock in his mouth, and went deeper, humming in his throat on each upstroke and twirling his tongue around the head.
He lifted his mouth away, licking the crease of Rodney’s thigh, nuzzling his balls. “I want you to fuck me, would that be alright? I want to ride you.”
Rodney's eyes widened and he gave Sheppard a surprised look. “Yes? I, ah, yes, I’d like that.”
“Do you have anything? Lube, condoms?”
Rodney let his eyes flit around the room as if in embarrassment. “Umm, yes. In the drawer of the coffee table.”
Sheppard laughed and opened the drawer and took out the bottle of lube and strip of condoms with a glint in his eye. “Optimism is a beautiful thing!”
“I-I was hoping...” Rodney said, affecting a slight stutter.
“You don’t say?” Sheppard leaned forward and caressed Rodney’s cheek and dropped a tender kiss on his lips. “I was hoping, too.”
Sheppard put the bottle of lube into Rodney’s hand and climbed up onto the sofa, straddling his hips, watching while Rodney poured lube into his palm and swiped two fingers through it. Rodney reached around Sheppard’s thighs and stroked his fingers up and down the cleft of his ass, rubbing over his hole to relax the muscles. After a minute of rubbing, he pressed in with a finger, slowly but steadily as Sheppard sighed aloud. Rodney twisted his wrist and spread the lube around on the inside, then started to add a second finger. Sam came close to get a good shot of Sheppard’s thrusting hips.
Using two fingers now to stretch and lube Sheppard’s ass, Rodney snicked the cap shut and dropped the bottle beside the couch, reaching to grab Sheppard by the hip to still him. Sheppard bit his lip and looked strained, which was pointless, Rodney thought, since the camera was focused on his ass.
Rodney gave his fingers a few more good twists for the camera and then reached for the condoms, ripping one off the strip and tearing it open. Unexpectedly, Sheppard took the condom from his hand pushed him down, then grasped Rodney’s cock, rolling the latex down over his shaft. Rodney just went with it, figuring Sheppard was improvising his own instinctive moves, and opened his eyes wide, watching as Sheppard prepared him in return.
After a brief close-up shot of Sheppard holding Rodney’s cock still and sliding slowly down onto it, Sam pulled back to capture the whole picture. Her instincts paid off: Rodney lying on the sofa, eyes bright and hair in disarray, with Sheppard on his knees, straddling him, chest flushed and head thrown back as he settled, ass to groin, into the cradle of Rodney’s hips.
“Oh, you boys are so hot together!” exclaimed Vala, “Scorching! Keep going!”
Both men obliged with loud, satisfied groans and Rodney held tight to Sheppard’s thighs as he began to rise. At the top of his rise, Sheppard raised his head and leaned forward, bracing his hands on Rodney’s chest and grinning directly into his eyes. He sank slowly back down with another groan.
“That’s great guys!” Vala called, “Let us hear it, you sound so sexy!”
So Rodney did. He went with what he felt, because there was no denying that being balls deep in John Sheppard’s hot, surprisingly tight ass felt good, and the man was gorgeous, much as Rodney was loathe to admit it. It was no stretch to let go a groan on almost every thrust of those slim hips. All he had to do was relax into it and let the feeling of being ridden wash through him, the heat, the lovely friction, the electric sparks in Sheppard’s green eyes. Then the sounds came naturally - no acting required.
Sheppard was going for it, too. Taking a deep breath on every rise, letting out a low moan on almost every descent, taking Rodney’s cock like it was heaven on Earth, his face falling into blissful lines of approaching ecstasy. He rode Rodney like that for a while, a flush creeping slowly up his body. When it reached his face and he was panting hard, he began to move more quickly, thrusting himself up and down faster and harder, using his arms to add power to his downthrusts, grunting when their hips met.
Sheppard’s eyes were barely open slits and there was sweat beading on his forehead as he rocked zealously. Rodney was sure Sheppard was close, his fingers were beginning to dig into Rodney’s pectoral muscles, and that was astonishingly hot. Rodney’s hips worked effortlessly with Sheppard's rhythm, thrusting up to meet him. Suddenly, Rodney felt like he was having sex, not acting, and the unexpected rush of heat through his body was so intense, it left him flushed and covered with goosebumps. His hips began to thrust wildly.
Sheppard moved one hand to his cock, centering the other on Rodney’s chest for balance and began stroking himself vigorously. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple and Rodney saw Sam close in on it.
Rodney could feel his own orgasm approaching and wanted to make sure Sam was ready for it. “Yes! Oh god, Jim, you feel so good! I’m going to come!”
“Yeah, Hank,” Sheppard grated. “Come on, give it to me! I’m ready to come, too!” And he slammed himself down on Rodney’s cock again, and then again, yelling, “God, yes!” as he bottomed out and froze, spurting a stream of semen over Rodney’s stomach and chest.
Sheppard’s muscles clenching around him was like some kind of drug, and Rodney grabbed Sheppard by the hips and thrust once, twice, three more times and came hard, his eyes shut, groaning and arching up into it.
Feeling Sheppard stir, Rodney opened his eyes and, lying there like a limp noodle, watched Sheppard slide up off his cock and tumble down beside him on the sofa. It was tight, but surprisingly nice, beyond being what the script called for.
Rodney reached down and grabbed Sheppard’s t-shirt from the floor and mopped up his stomach and chest.
“Hey!” Sheppard said.
“I’ll loan you a shirt.” Rodney replied lazily. “C’mere.” And he reached over and pulled Sheppard onto his chest, sliding his other arm under and around his back.
Sheppard wrapped an arm over Rodney’s stomach and snuggled in close. He nuzzled into Rodney’s neck and smiled. “That was wild.”
“That was fantastic!” Rodney said, with a grin of his own.
Sheppard propped himself up on one arm and looked into Rodney’s eyes. “So, does that mean next time you’ll just call me?" he asked. "No more stories about picture hanging or broken things?”
“I... I can do that.” Rodney gave Sheppard a shy look. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. I’m also hungry. What say we order some pizza and rest up for round two?” Sheppard asked with an utterly ridiculous waggle of his eyebrows that made Rodney’s stomach do funny things.
“As long as you promise never to do that eyebrow thing again,” Rodney laughed, improvising, as Sam closed in on their faces.
“And cut!” Vala shouted. “Wow, boys, just wonderful, both of you! You just sizzle together, that was so hot! Okay, we’re done for the day. Thank you both for some great work.”
Rodney harrumphed and pushed Sheppard off of him. He sat up and grabbed his robe from the stagehand.
Sheppard ran a finger up Rodney’s arm. “Goosebumps… you think I’m hot.”
“I do not! Don’t be absurd, it’s cold in here,” Rodney growled, twitching his arm away.
“It’s 76 degrees in here, McKay. It’s balmy. You like me," Sheppard said, an annoying grin on his gorgeous face.
“I don’t. You are the most aggravating man on Earth.” Rodney stood up and put on his robe, stalking off toward the dressing rooms. Of course, Sheppard followed.
“You do so like me, and you want to come with me to get a burger after we clean up and change.” Sheppard grinned again, which made him twice as annoying. How he managed that Rodney had no idea.
“No! I...”
It wasn't enough that Sheppard was still grinning. No, this time he had to waggle his eyebrows in that same ridiculous way he had when they were filming.
“Oh, all right, Sheppard,” Rodney ground out, rubbing away new goosebumps. “But you have to stop doing that thing with your eyebrows!”
Sheppard slung an arm across Rodney’s shoulders, which didn’t help at all with his goosebumps, and said, “Only if you call me John.”
Rodney shivered helplessly and grumbled, “Fine. John. Food?”
John beamed. “At the very least.”