The first time (School Challenge)
Author: Azicrow
Rating: R
Pairing: Carson/OMC Carson/Mckay
Title: The first time
Summary: We always remember our firsts. Thanks to Maria8475 for the beta.
The first time he'd met Evan, it wasn't anything spectacular, it was quite ordinary actually, inconsequential. He was sat in a lecture on Creatinine clearance and the welsh boy had sat next to him, two boys of eighteen listening to a middle aged man drone on about diagnostic possibilities. It was warm after lunch, and most of the class were falling asleep. Carson spent his time glancing at the doodles of the lecturer that Evan was drawing on his notes. Evan saw him watching and flashed him a small smile.
The first time they saw each other as friends was during the medic society pubcrawl. The group were moving from pub to pub drinking their volume in larger. It wasn't long before the two men were plastered and amongst the playful taunting of "northern twat" and "welsh sheep shagger", a friendship was born.
The first time they kissed was a year later. They were drunk and sat on the floor against the bed in Carson's room at the student halls, the smell of stale smoke in the room. U2 were on the radio, the notes of 'Desire' played through the room, as Evan looked at Carson. Carson looked back, "What is't?" The blue-eyed Scotsman asked before tipping the can up into his mouth. Evan's eyes watched the blur that was Carson's head and suddenly grabbed it, the can dropped and Evan's tongue was soon shoved into Carson's throat. It wasn't long before hands were thrusted down each other’s jeans and they jerked each other off. Carson didn’t speak to him again for three months.
The first time he needed Evan was two weeks after his father's funeral in Edinburgh; he returned to Glasgow. Carson knocked on the door, it opened to reveal a sleep rumpled Evan, deep brown eyes filled with concern. Carson launched himself at him, dropping his suitcase and slamming the door closed behind them. They didn’t make it to the bed. Evan’s boxers scrunched up around his ankles, Carson pounding into him awkward, furious and fast. Needing to feel alive, unburdened, coming entirely too soon and in the end having to finish Evan off by hand.
The first time they talked was two days later at three in the morning. A can of Guinness in his hand, Carson slumped back against the headboard, Evan was cleaning himself up with a damp cloth as the words tumbled out of Carson's mouth. His father's heart attack. His mother's tears, the fragility of her nature. How much he feared leaving her alone. The weight of it bore down on him. The can was removed and Carson was
pushed down into the mattress, his legs pushed over Evan's shoulders once more.
The first time he realised he was in love 18 months had passed. Evan had thrown up and collapsed on the bed. Carson cleaned him up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The first time he'd gone a month without thinking of Evan was five years later after they had graduated, were posted at different hospitals in different cities, they had said they'd make it work. It didn't.
* * * * *
The first time he'd met the love of his life, was in his first week at Antarctica, he had asked where the bathroom was. The physicist had bitten his head off and stamped on it for good measure, ranting about
not being his personal signpost.
The first time they'd had a friendly conversation was when Carson informed him of his discovery of the gene, Rodney's eyes lit up as he waxed on about the wonders this gene could do and demanding to be tested first. Carson smiled back.
The first time they stepped over the boundaries of friendship was in the canteen, the day the chair first lit up. Rodney babbled about all the various possibilities. Bright and confident in his own field, his love of the subject accentuating his movements, Carson had never seen him look more attractive, and he found his hand on Rodney’s thigh. The Canadian stopped and looked back at him suddenly uncertain, falling quiet before stuttering a little, the hand moved away quickly but Rodney pulled it back onto his thigh pushing it up a fraction higher; a soft nervous lopsided smile crossed his face. It led to their first quick hand job in the nearest empty lab.
The first night together, Rodney was on all fours on the bed, Carson on top of him, a week of hand jobs had led them to Rodney's room. The two men had stripped and soon created the beast with two backs on Rodney's orthopaedic mattress. The morning after Rodney's nervous smile led to affirming morning breath kisses and sex in the shower and that yes Carson did know what he was letting himself in for and no he wasn't out of his mind and yes he really did want Rodney and yes he did like the look of him naked.
The first time they'd argued was after an off world trip gone wrong, Carson chastising Rodney for not looking after himself. Rodney proclaiming that he was hardly suicidal. They made up over Rodney's desk three days later.
The first time Carson realised he loved Dr Rodney McKay (PhD) was on the third return to Earth on the Deadalus. He took a trip back home to his mother, went to the pub with his old friends and Evan Brydon walked back in. The hunger for the Welshman had become muted, it lay there, his first love. But now it was Rodney that haunted his dreams; Rodney's excitable babble that would cause Carson's trousers to tighten; Rodney's whining that he would indulge and tease. It was Rodney who he wanted to see in the morning, bad tempered, morning breath and all. Carson left Scotland and headed back to Colorado with a soft smile on his face.
The first time Carson whispered those words Rodney realised it too.
-fin-
LOL I apologise for the beast with two backs comment but that phrase has always made me laugh so I couldn't resist popping it in. and I hope I didn't offend any welsh people with this fic:)
Rating: R
Pairing: Carson/OMC Carson/Mckay
Title: The first time
Summary: We always remember our firsts. Thanks to Maria8475 for the beta.
The first time he'd met Evan, it wasn't anything spectacular, it was quite ordinary actually, inconsequential. He was sat in a lecture on Creatinine clearance and the welsh boy had sat next to him, two boys of eighteen listening to a middle aged man drone on about diagnostic possibilities. It was warm after lunch, and most of the class were falling asleep. Carson spent his time glancing at the doodles of the lecturer that Evan was drawing on his notes. Evan saw him watching and flashed him a small smile.
The first time they saw each other as friends was during the medic society pubcrawl. The group were moving from pub to pub drinking their volume in larger. It wasn't long before the two men were plastered and amongst the playful taunting of "northern twat" and "welsh sheep shagger", a friendship was born.
The first time they kissed was a year later. They were drunk and sat on the floor against the bed in Carson's room at the student halls, the smell of stale smoke in the room. U2 were on the radio, the notes of 'Desire' played through the room, as Evan looked at Carson. Carson looked back, "What is't?" The blue-eyed Scotsman asked before tipping the can up into his mouth. Evan's eyes watched the blur that was Carson's head and suddenly grabbed it, the can dropped and Evan's tongue was soon shoved into Carson's throat. It wasn't long before hands were thrusted down each other’s jeans and they jerked each other off. Carson didn’t speak to him again for three months.
The first time he needed Evan was two weeks after his father's funeral in Edinburgh; he returned to Glasgow. Carson knocked on the door, it opened to reveal a sleep rumpled Evan, deep brown eyes filled with concern. Carson launched himself at him, dropping his suitcase and slamming the door closed behind them. They didn’t make it to the bed. Evan’s boxers scrunched up around his ankles, Carson pounding into him awkward, furious and fast. Needing to feel alive, unburdened, coming entirely too soon and in the end having to finish Evan off by hand.
The first time they talked was two days later at three in the morning. A can of Guinness in his hand, Carson slumped back against the headboard, Evan was cleaning himself up with a damp cloth as the words tumbled out of Carson's mouth. His father's heart attack. His mother's tears, the fragility of her nature. How much he feared leaving her alone. The weight of it bore down on him. The can was removed and Carson was
pushed down into the mattress, his legs pushed over Evan's shoulders once more.
The first time he realised he was in love 18 months had passed. Evan had thrown up and collapsed on the bed. Carson cleaned him up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The first time he'd gone a month without thinking of Evan was five years later after they had graduated, were posted at different hospitals in different cities, they had said they'd make it work. It didn't.
* * * * *
The first time he'd met the love of his life, was in his first week at Antarctica, he had asked where the bathroom was. The physicist had bitten his head off and stamped on it for good measure, ranting about
not being his personal signpost.
The first time they'd had a friendly conversation was when Carson informed him of his discovery of the gene, Rodney's eyes lit up as he waxed on about the wonders this gene could do and demanding to be tested first. Carson smiled back.
The first time they stepped over the boundaries of friendship was in the canteen, the day the chair first lit up. Rodney babbled about all the various possibilities. Bright and confident in his own field, his love of the subject accentuating his movements, Carson had never seen him look more attractive, and he found his hand on Rodney’s thigh. The Canadian stopped and looked back at him suddenly uncertain, falling quiet before stuttering a little, the hand moved away quickly but Rodney pulled it back onto his thigh pushing it up a fraction higher; a soft nervous lopsided smile crossed his face. It led to their first quick hand job in the nearest empty lab.
The first night together, Rodney was on all fours on the bed, Carson on top of him, a week of hand jobs had led them to Rodney's room. The two men had stripped and soon created the beast with two backs on Rodney's orthopaedic mattress. The morning after Rodney's nervous smile led to affirming morning breath kisses and sex in the shower and that yes Carson did know what he was letting himself in for and no he wasn't out of his mind and yes he really did want Rodney and yes he did like the look of him naked.
The first time they'd argued was after an off world trip gone wrong, Carson chastising Rodney for not looking after himself. Rodney proclaiming that he was hardly suicidal. They made up over Rodney's desk three days later.
The first time Carson realised he loved Dr Rodney McKay (PhD) was on the third return to Earth on the Deadalus. He took a trip back home to his mother, went to the pub with his old friends and Evan Brydon walked back in. The hunger for the Welshman had become muted, it lay there, his first love. But now it was Rodney that haunted his dreams; Rodney's excitable babble that would cause Carson's trousers to tighten; Rodney's whining that he would indulge and tease. It was Rodney who he wanted to see in the morning, bad tempered, morning breath and all. Carson left Scotland and headed back to Colorado with a soft smile on his face.
The first time Carson whispered those words Rodney realised it too.
-fin-
LOL I apologise for the beast with two backs comment but that phrase has always made me laugh so I couldn't resist popping it in. and I hope I didn't offend any welsh people with this fic:)