"It was hard to concentrate when John was sitting next to him in a boneless heap..."
Actually managed to write something! I'm very impressed with myself, been unable to focus on my writing for days now! So here, is a little one-shot fluff.
Title: Here Be Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1465
Written For: Prompt #039, Taste for stargatefic100
Notes: Set sometime in Season 2, just a little bit of fluff. First line came from forcryinoutloud so this is for her. jo_zed_pee_em was my beta and also came up with the title, thanks hun!
Summary: Chocolate marks the spot...
Here Be Chocolate.
Rodney narrowed his eyes as John leaned on the desk smirking. His nose twitched, if he wasn't sure it was withdrawal he could swear he smelled chocolate. John grinned wider and Rodney's eyes narrowed even further before widening in surprise as he stared at John's mouth. There... in the corner, was that--?
"Colonel Sheppard, can I see you in my office for a moment?"
"Sure McKay," John answered, his eyes all innocent as he pulled back from the desk and began to walk towards the small room that Rodney had claimed for his office. Rodney watched him go for a moment, eyes following the slight swinging of his hips, the ever so tiny curve that proved there really was an ass hiding in those BDU's, before slipping down to defined thighs, strong and muscular; a testament to both military training and life on Atlantis.
Rodney found himself thinking about those thighs far too much. Wondering just how strong they really were and if they were good for... other things. Of course, he spent a lot of time thinking about other parts of Colonel Sheppard as well, from wondering what his chest hair would feel like pressed up against his, to the odd obscene thought about a flashed ankle - and wasn't that just perfect, that he had sunk so low that a mere ankle got him excited.
"Coming McKay?" John asked with a smirk, turning his head to look back at Rodney who blinked a couple of times, bringing his mind back to the present. Feeling ever so glad that he hadn't been staring at John's thighs, Rodney stood up and followed the Colonel, the flash of lips curled into a smirk reminding him of the original reason for wanting to talk to him.
When he entered the room, he found that John was already sprawled on a chair, looking as if he had been poured there, limbs spread in a haphazard fashion. The man was a menace! A menace to not only his chairs - really it was a miracle that he didn't fall off the chair and break his bony behind - but also to his concentration and therefore the survival of Atlantis.
It was hard to concentrate when John was sitting next to him in a boneless heap, looking for all the world as if he had just been fucked.
Shaking his head to try and dislodge any thoughts of John and sex - bad, bad, bad thoughts that were not going to be thought - Rodney crossed his arms and glared at the infuriating man who simply looked back, one eyebrow raised.
"What is that?" Rodney snapped, uncrossing his arms just long enough to point at the little crease in the left corner of John's mouth, where bottom and top lips met before pulling his hand away, not wanting to get close to that mouth. The mouth that made him want to do wicked things to it, to press his own admittedly narrow lips against it and kiss them, kiss John. He had often wondered - in between thoughts of thighs, chests, ankles and more, what John's lips would be like, hard and unyielding or soft? Perhaps a mixture of both... or perhaps something else completely.
Something completely and utterly John.
Realising that he had mentally gone completely off track he forced his thoughts back to the second most gorgeous thing in both galaxies, the second thing he craved, craved above everything bar the man in front of him.
The man who smelt suspiciously as if he had just eaten the second most wonderful thing; chocolate.
"What is what Rodney?" John asked, his voice a perfect mixture of confusion and innocence. Rodney didn't buy it, oh no, not for a single second. The man looked too innocent. It would be just like John to manage to get his hands on chocolate - deeply, deeply missed and lamented chocolate - when all attempts by every scientist had failed and then come in here simply to taunt Rodney about it. "My mouth? My lips?"
"Ha, ha, very droll Colonel. You know exactly what I'm talking about." Despite his desire to stay as far away from those lips as possible, Rodney found himself stepping closer. Driven perhaps by stronger desires. Rodney mentally winced at his own thought process - that was it, he decided, no more reading that small Japanese woman's romance novels, no matter how bored he was!
He stared in fascination as the small brown smudge, a tiny portion of it spilling out of the crease and onto the soft flesh of John's cheek. It would taste divine, Rodney knew, the sweetness and bitter tang mixing together to produce the perfect blend that made up chocolate... assuming it was good chocolate.
"Rodney?" John said, looking slightly uncomfortable. Rodney didn't answer, his hungry eyes still fixed on the remains of the chocolate and because of that, John's lips.
"Where did you get chocolate?" Rodney asked, his voice low as he stepped even closer, now almost close enough to reach out and touch. The smudge moved as John's mouth twisted into another smirk, this one smug. It was a smirk that caused Rodney to blink and finally pull his eyes away from John's mouth to take in the whole face. The smug look was very familiar... it was one he saw in the mirror quite often and one that John had to have learnt from him.
Of all the nerve, Rodney fumed, to have chocolate, to not share the chocolate and then use his own look against him!
"I don't know what you're talking about," John said airily, pushing himself out of the chair gracefully. He stood almost toe to toe with Rodney now, hazel eyes sparkling in what Rodney was almost sure was a challenge. A challenge for what though? To call him on the obvious lie... or something more?
Rodney's eyes dropped from John's, fixing once again on his lips and the chocolate that lingered there. In the split second before Rodney acted, he rationalised what he was about to do. By planning to plead temporary insanity and blame John for it all. It would be worth it, worth being pushed away just to taste chocolate again and even better - to taste John.
His hands reached out, gripping the front of John's jacket and holding it close. There was no finesse in the hold, simply demanding and determined. Rodney didn't allow himself to think any longer as he pressed forward, trying to mould his own body onto John's. Firmly he pressed his lips against John's, his tongue reaching out and licking at the crease, tasting rich, bitter plain chocolate. He licked again, darting up John's lip, tasting behind the chocolate at what was pure John; sweat and gun oil and something else, something he couldn't recognize.
It was on his third lick, lips still pressed against John's that he realised the Colonel's mouth was opening under him, John moaning softly into the kiss, his own tongue coming out to meet Rodney's.
Rodney sighed into the kiss, forgetting the chocolate and focusing instead on kissing every part of John's mouth he could, tasting every part. His day dreams about John's mouth had nothing on the real thing, of the way he could feel an invisible scar on John's bottom lip pressing against his own. The way that John's arms were looped around his neck, holding him in place as surly as Rodney was doing it too. The softness and sweetness inexplicably mixed with firmness.
Finally he pulled away, panting slightly, He rested his forehead against John's, noticing with some satisfaction that the Colonel had a slightly flushed look on his face. The low throaty chuckle John gave him reminded Rodney that he probably wasn't looking too much better himself.
"Okay, so maybe I had some chocolate," John admitted, making no effort to move away. His arms remained locked behind Rodney's head, preventing him for moving had he wanted to. Rodney smiled and leaned close again, kissing the soft spot just where John's ear met the rest of his face.
"You got any more chocolate?" he whispered, giving the spot another kiss. John laughed, a low rumbling that shook Rodney's body.
"Depends... do you like milk chocolate? Full of creamy goodness? I'm afraid I'm all out of dark." John answered. Rodney pulled away from his ear, a smile on his face. John smiled right back, an evil gleam in his eyes.
"I've always liked creamy chocolate myself..." John said, giving Rodney's lips a quick kiss. "Cream is much nicer than bitter..." He gave a leer, tongue flicking out and wetting his lips.
"I couldn't agree more," Rodney smirked, letting go of John's jacket. "But just for the record? That was lame. You like cream? Honestly."
John's protest was swallowed by the next kiss.
::fin::
Title: Here Be Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1465
Written For: Prompt #039, Taste for stargatefic100
Notes: Set sometime in Season 2, just a little bit of fluff. First line came from forcryinoutloud so this is for her. jo_zed_pee_em was my beta and also came up with the title, thanks hun!
Summary: Chocolate marks the spot...
Here Be Chocolate.
Rodney narrowed his eyes as John leaned on the desk smirking. His nose twitched, if he wasn't sure it was withdrawal he could swear he smelled chocolate. John grinned wider and Rodney's eyes narrowed even further before widening in surprise as he stared at John's mouth. There... in the corner, was that--?
"Colonel Sheppard, can I see you in my office for a moment?"
"Sure McKay," John answered, his eyes all innocent as he pulled back from the desk and began to walk towards the small room that Rodney had claimed for his office. Rodney watched him go for a moment, eyes following the slight swinging of his hips, the ever so tiny curve that proved there really was an ass hiding in those BDU's, before slipping down to defined thighs, strong and muscular; a testament to both military training and life on Atlantis.
Rodney found himself thinking about those thighs far too much. Wondering just how strong they really were and if they were good for... other things. Of course, he spent a lot of time thinking about other parts of Colonel Sheppard as well, from wondering what his chest hair would feel like pressed up against his, to the odd obscene thought about a flashed ankle - and wasn't that just perfect, that he had sunk so low that a mere ankle got him excited.
"Coming McKay?" John asked with a smirk, turning his head to look back at Rodney who blinked a couple of times, bringing his mind back to the present. Feeling ever so glad that he hadn't been staring at John's thighs, Rodney stood up and followed the Colonel, the flash of lips curled into a smirk reminding him of the original reason for wanting to talk to him.
When he entered the room, he found that John was already sprawled on a chair, looking as if he had been poured there, limbs spread in a haphazard fashion. The man was a menace! A menace to not only his chairs - really it was a miracle that he didn't fall off the chair and break his bony behind - but also to his concentration and therefore the survival of Atlantis.
It was hard to concentrate when John was sitting next to him in a boneless heap, looking for all the world as if he had just been fucked.
Shaking his head to try and dislodge any thoughts of John and sex - bad, bad, bad thoughts that were not going to be thought - Rodney crossed his arms and glared at the infuriating man who simply looked back, one eyebrow raised.
"What is that?" Rodney snapped, uncrossing his arms just long enough to point at the little crease in the left corner of John's mouth, where bottom and top lips met before pulling his hand away, not wanting to get close to that mouth. The mouth that made him want to do wicked things to it, to press his own admittedly narrow lips against it and kiss them, kiss John. He had often wondered - in between thoughts of thighs, chests, ankles and more, what John's lips would be like, hard and unyielding or soft? Perhaps a mixture of both... or perhaps something else completely.
Something completely and utterly John.
Realising that he had mentally gone completely off track he forced his thoughts back to the second most gorgeous thing in both galaxies, the second thing he craved, craved above everything bar the man in front of him.
The man who smelt suspiciously as if he had just eaten the second most wonderful thing; chocolate.
"What is what Rodney?" John asked, his voice a perfect mixture of confusion and innocence. Rodney didn't buy it, oh no, not for a single second. The man looked too innocent. It would be just like John to manage to get his hands on chocolate - deeply, deeply missed and lamented chocolate - when all attempts by every scientist had failed and then come in here simply to taunt Rodney about it. "My mouth? My lips?"
"Ha, ha, very droll Colonel. You know exactly what I'm talking about." Despite his desire to stay as far away from those lips as possible, Rodney found himself stepping closer. Driven perhaps by stronger desires. Rodney mentally winced at his own thought process - that was it, he decided, no more reading that small Japanese woman's romance novels, no matter how bored he was!
He stared in fascination as the small brown smudge, a tiny portion of it spilling out of the crease and onto the soft flesh of John's cheek. It would taste divine, Rodney knew, the sweetness and bitter tang mixing together to produce the perfect blend that made up chocolate... assuming it was good chocolate.
"Rodney?" John said, looking slightly uncomfortable. Rodney didn't answer, his hungry eyes still fixed on the remains of the chocolate and because of that, John's lips.
"Where did you get chocolate?" Rodney asked, his voice low as he stepped even closer, now almost close enough to reach out and touch. The smudge moved as John's mouth twisted into another smirk, this one smug. It was a smirk that caused Rodney to blink and finally pull his eyes away from John's mouth to take in the whole face. The smug look was very familiar... it was one he saw in the mirror quite often and one that John had to have learnt from him.
Of all the nerve, Rodney fumed, to have chocolate, to not share the chocolate and then use his own look against him!
"I don't know what you're talking about," John said airily, pushing himself out of the chair gracefully. He stood almost toe to toe with Rodney now, hazel eyes sparkling in what Rodney was almost sure was a challenge. A challenge for what though? To call him on the obvious lie... or something more?
Rodney's eyes dropped from John's, fixing once again on his lips and the chocolate that lingered there. In the split second before Rodney acted, he rationalised what he was about to do. By planning to plead temporary insanity and blame John for it all. It would be worth it, worth being pushed away just to taste chocolate again and even better - to taste John.
His hands reached out, gripping the front of John's jacket and holding it close. There was no finesse in the hold, simply demanding and determined. Rodney didn't allow himself to think any longer as he pressed forward, trying to mould his own body onto John's. Firmly he pressed his lips against John's, his tongue reaching out and licking at the crease, tasting rich, bitter plain chocolate. He licked again, darting up John's lip, tasting behind the chocolate at what was pure John; sweat and gun oil and something else, something he couldn't recognize.
It was on his third lick, lips still pressed against John's that he realised the Colonel's mouth was opening under him, John moaning softly into the kiss, his own tongue coming out to meet Rodney's.
Rodney sighed into the kiss, forgetting the chocolate and focusing instead on kissing every part of John's mouth he could, tasting every part. His day dreams about John's mouth had nothing on the real thing, of the way he could feel an invisible scar on John's bottom lip pressing against his own. The way that John's arms were looped around his neck, holding him in place as surly as Rodney was doing it too. The softness and sweetness inexplicably mixed with firmness.
Finally he pulled away, panting slightly, He rested his forehead against John's, noticing with some satisfaction that the Colonel had a slightly flushed look on his face. The low throaty chuckle John gave him reminded Rodney that he probably wasn't looking too much better himself.
"Okay, so maybe I had some chocolate," John admitted, making no effort to move away. His arms remained locked behind Rodney's head, preventing him for moving had he wanted to. Rodney smiled and leaned close again, kissing the soft spot just where John's ear met the rest of his face.
"You got any more chocolate?" he whispered, giving the spot another kiss. John laughed, a low rumbling that shook Rodney's body.
"Depends... do you like milk chocolate? Full of creamy goodness? I'm afraid I'm all out of dark." John answered. Rodney pulled away from his ear, a smile on his face. John smiled right back, an evil gleam in his eyes.
"I've always liked creamy chocolate myself..." John said, giving Rodney's lips a quick kiss. "Cream is much nicer than bitter..." He gave a leer, tongue flicking out and wetting his lips.
"I couldn't agree more," Rodney smirked, letting go of John's jacket. "But just for the record? That was lame. You like cream? Honestly."
John's protest was swallowed by the next kiss.
::fin::