Better Than Paperwork
Title: Better Than Paperwork
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Evan/David
Word Count: 1,764
Rating: NC-17/porns! Rough sex too. Pretty much PWP.
Notes: For calcitrix. Welcome home!
Evan hates paperwork with a passion that borders on mania. It’s a sentiment he tries not to think about, because Sheppard hates paperwork just as much as Evan does but he’s in charge, so when he drops the forms on Evan’s desk, smirks, and says “delegation” before walking out, Evan mentally pushes his plans for the evening and all thoughts of a certain fair-haired botanist from his head and buckles down.
He’s not sure how long he’s been there - the sun’s gone down, but the second moon hasn’t risen yet so it’s at least before 2600 - when his office door slides open soundlessly and David stalks in.
“You’re late,” he says, and there’s an edge in his voice that sends a chill down Evan’s back. “I’ve been waiting.”
“Sorry,” Evan says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sheppard came in and just-”
“So I thought to myself,” David continues, ignoring Evan entirely, “what could I do to convince him to leave his paperwork - which isn’t going anywhere, let’s be honest - and come to bed?”
As he’s talking, David is walking towards Evan’s desk, stopping beside his chair, spinning him around. By the time he finishes his sentence, he’s on his knees and his long fingers are unbuttoning Evan’s pants with a dexterity that seems possible only given his determination.
“David,” Evan says, reaching between his legs and grabbing for the other man’s fingers. “Not here. Give me an hour, okay?”
David arches an eyebrow and pulls his hand back, but instead of agreeing, he leans in and breathes out, hot against Evan’s crotch, and slowly drags his cheek across the rough material.
Evan can’t help the quiet gasp that hisses through his lips, nor the way his hands automatically reach for David’s face. “We’re in my office. If someone walks in-”
David is already working the pants open again. “So lock it.”
“What?”
David glances up at him as he trails his fingers lightly up the underside of Evan’s cock, which is quickly getting interested in this idea. “Lock it,” he repeats, and then he follows fingers with tongue, and Evan closes his eyes and thinks lock and feels the City hum her agreement.
David takes his sweet time, which isn’t what Evan was expecting at all, not with David coming in like that. But he does - he moves slowly, so slowly, and Evan encourages him to pick up the pace as gently as he can with little movements. David’s having none of it, though, so Evan leans his head against the back of his chair and puts his hands on his thighs and concentrates on staying still. David hums when he notices, low in the back of his throat, and Evan clenches his fists in the material of his BDUs and counts to ten in Athosian.
And then there are fingers, cool thin fingers on the underside of his cock, tracing feather-soft down to circle his balls, reaching back even more, and his fingers are slick against Evan’s entrance, pressing against the hole but not entering, just teasing. Evan rocks in his chair, forward and back, and David laughs a little, casting his eyes up to meet Evan’s. David pulls back until only the tip of Evan’s cock is in his mouth and works his tongue back and forth over the slit. When Evan feels like he can’t take a single second more, like he’s going to wither and die if he doesn’t get to come, David smoothly slides a finger in and bends it just so as he sinks his head back down. Evan sucks in a breath, twists his hand into David’s hair, and comes.
David leans back with a satisfied look on his face, wiping his thumb at the corner of his mouth. He inspects it carefully before taking the digit into his mouth, licking the last of Evan’s come off. He meets Evan’s eyes as he slides his finger out of Evan, dragging his hand against as much skin as he’s freed on his way to drag Evan’s boxers and pants back into place. By the time he’s standing, tent clearly present in his own pants, Evan’s got enough of his mind back to hear the low chuckle David gives as he takes off his jacket and ties it around his waist.
“That was fun,” he says, grinning wildly as he tries to finger-comb through his mussed hair. “I suppose I’ll go take care of myself while you finish your paperwork. I’m certain it’s much too important for you to come back with me and let me fuck you through the mattress.”
With that, he turns and saunters back through the door.
It takes Evan less than a minute to decide that, no, he really doesn’t want to look at Keller’s requisition forms while thinking about his partner jerking himself off, pale skin against green sheets, so he slams the file shut on his desk, waits for a carefully-timed two minutes to avoid suspicion, and follows David out the door.
By the time he reaches David’s quarters and lets himself in, David’s already stretched out on the bed, completely naked. The image in Evan’s mind swerves and derails entirely; he’s got an artist’s imagination, a damn good one, but even he hadn’t pictured David sprawled out, leaking cock in one slowly-moving hand, the other twisted behind his body so he can get a finger inside himself. And his eyes are open, too, impossibly blue as he says, “Ah, I see that you decided the paperwork can wait.”
Evan wants to snap out a witty comeback, but all he can come up with is a choked-sounding yeah. It makes David grin, which turns into a moan as his hands work his own body, and Evan’s stripping out of his clothing and tripping over himself to get to the bed in seconds flat.
“So how was your day?” David asks as Evan kneels and wraps his hand around David’s, stroking up and down with him. He leans up to kiss David messily, tongue sweeping across his partner’s lips before diving in to taste. And God, David’s mouth tastes like Evan, like salt and warmth, and Evan has to close his eyes and breathe deeply for a few seconds.
“Wasn’t there something about fucking me through the mattress?” Evan mumbles against David’s lips as he pulls his head back.
“I do recall mentioning that, yes,” David agrees. “Interested?”
Evan rolls them so David’s pinning him to the bed, warm weight and wiry body atop his own, and David’s got a gleam in his eye as he leans down to put his lips right against Evan’s ear. “Tell me how you want it, Evan.”
Evan can feel his dick twitch, and he knows, knows he’s got no chance of getting hard again so soon but God, he wants to. “Hard,” he says. “Fast and rough and through the fucking floor, David.”
David bites at Evan’s earlobe, taking the cartilage between his teeth and tugging sharply. Evan’s head snaps to the side, and he feels David lap at his reddening earlobe before moving his face down to suck along his neck. When he reaches Evan’s collarbone he pauses, moves his mouth to Evan’s shoulder, and sucks at the skin there until it turns red and purple and stings. David pulls back to examine his own handiwork before blowing gently across the mark.
Evan hadn’t even noticed that David’s hand had disappeared, but suddenly it’s stroking along his cock, which is making a valiant effort to join the party. “Hard and fast?” David murmurs.
“Now,” Evan adds, and David grins at him before yanking the bedstand open and pulling the lube out.
Evan knows exactly how long David’s fingers are, but it always surprises him how they feel pushing in, like David could just keep going and going and going forever. David knows, and he’s usually slow and gentle, but tonight he thrusts two fingers in as roughly as he can manage, and Evan gasps and moans as David’s fingers work their magic, moving and stretching and curling for an all-too-brief time, and then David’s drawing out and moving until he’s pressed right up against Evan’s entrance. Evan holds his legs up against his chest and David leans forward, pushing in just the tip of his cock and stilling entirely.
“David,” Evan pants out, trying to wriggle his hips down and get David further inside, but David leans his body weight on Evan’s bent legs and effectively stops his motion. “Please.”
“There we go,” David murmurs in approval, and he waits a split-second more before snapping his hips forward and filling Evan completely. He’s pulling back almost immediately, and thrusting forward. It burns and it hurts and it’s so fucking good, being filled by David again and again. As soon as Evan’s adjusted to the feeling David changes the angle, slides in just that little bit more, the tiniest bit deeper, and Evan almost jumps when David’s hand starts pulling on his cock because he hadn’t realized he was half-hard again but he is, and of course David would notice.
David keeps moving, keeps slamming in and in like it’s keeping the universe together somehow, keeps jerking Evan towards oblivion again, and Evan can only try to raise his hips for David as he goes and goes. Evan fumbles his hand around in the sheets until he comes across the lube and slicks up a finger as well as he can before reaching around and pushing a finger into David.
David freezes inside Evan and lets out a low moan, and when he moves again Evan can immediately tell that he’d been holding back before, because David now has both hands on Evan’s hips and he’s pounding, now, the angle meant to hit Evan’s prostate dead on every time, and Evan clenches his free hand in the sheet and arches his back, opening his mouth to moan and letting out a sound that’s half-scream as he comes in spurts. He feels his body shaking, feels his fingers moving, and something clicks somewhere and David sags down on top of him only a moment later.
They’re both panting and sweaty, a tangle of limbs and sheets and hair, when David breaks the semi-silence. “I’ll assume you’re not headed back to your paperwork right away.”
“I don’t think I can walk straight right now,” Evan admits. “And I‘m pretty sure sitting’s out for the rest of the night, too.”
“Hmm,” David replies. “In a good way, I hope.”
Evan leans over to kiss David’s lips chastely. “Perfect.”
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Evan/David
Word Count: 1,764
Rating: NC-17/porns! Rough sex too. Pretty much PWP.
Notes: For calcitrix. Welcome home!
Evan hates paperwork with a passion that borders on mania. It’s a sentiment he tries not to think about, because Sheppard hates paperwork just as much as Evan does but he’s in charge, so when he drops the forms on Evan’s desk, smirks, and says “delegation” before walking out, Evan mentally pushes his plans for the evening and all thoughts of a certain fair-haired botanist from his head and buckles down.
He’s not sure how long he’s been there - the sun’s gone down, but the second moon hasn’t risen yet so it’s at least before 2600 - when his office door slides open soundlessly and David stalks in.
“You’re late,” he says, and there’s an edge in his voice that sends a chill down Evan’s back. “I’ve been waiting.”
“Sorry,” Evan says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sheppard came in and just-”
“So I thought to myself,” David continues, ignoring Evan entirely, “what could I do to convince him to leave his paperwork - which isn’t going anywhere, let’s be honest - and come to bed?”
As he’s talking, David is walking towards Evan’s desk, stopping beside his chair, spinning him around. By the time he finishes his sentence, he’s on his knees and his long fingers are unbuttoning Evan’s pants with a dexterity that seems possible only given his determination.
“David,” Evan says, reaching between his legs and grabbing for the other man’s fingers. “Not here. Give me an hour, okay?”
David arches an eyebrow and pulls his hand back, but instead of agreeing, he leans in and breathes out, hot against Evan’s crotch, and slowly drags his cheek across the rough material.
Evan can’t help the quiet gasp that hisses through his lips, nor the way his hands automatically reach for David’s face. “We’re in my office. If someone walks in-”
David is already working the pants open again. “So lock it.”
“What?”
David glances up at him as he trails his fingers lightly up the underside of Evan’s cock, which is quickly getting interested in this idea. “Lock it,” he repeats, and then he follows fingers with tongue, and Evan closes his eyes and thinks lock and feels the City hum her agreement.
David takes his sweet time, which isn’t what Evan was expecting at all, not with David coming in like that. But he does - he moves slowly, so slowly, and Evan encourages him to pick up the pace as gently as he can with little movements. David’s having none of it, though, so Evan leans his head against the back of his chair and puts his hands on his thighs and concentrates on staying still. David hums when he notices, low in the back of his throat, and Evan clenches his fists in the material of his BDUs and counts to ten in Athosian.
And then there are fingers, cool thin fingers on the underside of his cock, tracing feather-soft down to circle his balls, reaching back even more, and his fingers are slick against Evan’s entrance, pressing against the hole but not entering, just teasing. Evan rocks in his chair, forward and back, and David laughs a little, casting his eyes up to meet Evan’s. David pulls back until only the tip of Evan’s cock is in his mouth and works his tongue back and forth over the slit. When Evan feels like he can’t take a single second more, like he’s going to wither and die if he doesn’t get to come, David smoothly slides a finger in and bends it just so as he sinks his head back down. Evan sucks in a breath, twists his hand into David’s hair, and comes.
David leans back with a satisfied look on his face, wiping his thumb at the corner of his mouth. He inspects it carefully before taking the digit into his mouth, licking the last of Evan’s come off. He meets Evan’s eyes as he slides his finger out of Evan, dragging his hand against as much skin as he’s freed on his way to drag Evan’s boxers and pants back into place. By the time he’s standing, tent clearly present in his own pants, Evan’s got enough of his mind back to hear the low chuckle David gives as he takes off his jacket and ties it around his waist.
“That was fun,” he says, grinning wildly as he tries to finger-comb through his mussed hair. “I suppose I’ll go take care of myself while you finish your paperwork. I’m certain it’s much too important for you to come back with me and let me fuck you through the mattress.”
With that, he turns and saunters back through the door.
It takes Evan less than a minute to decide that, no, he really doesn’t want to look at Keller’s requisition forms while thinking about his partner jerking himself off, pale skin against green sheets, so he slams the file shut on his desk, waits for a carefully-timed two minutes to avoid suspicion, and follows David out the door.
By the time he reaches David’s quarters and lets himself in, David’s already stretched out on the bed, completely naked. The image in Evan’s mind swerves and derails entirely; he’s got an artist’s imagination, a damn good one, but even he hadn’t pictured David sprawled out, leaking cock in one slowly-moving hand, the other twisted behind his body so he can get a finger inside himself. And his eyes are open, too, impossibly blue as he says, “Ah, I see that you decided the paperwork can wait.”
Evan wants to snap out a witty comeback, but all he can come up with is a choked-sounding yeah. It makes David grin, which turns into a moan as his hands work his own body, and Evan’s stripping out of his clothing and tripping over himself to get to the bed in seconds flat.
“So how was your day?” David asks as Evan kneels and wraps his hand around David’s, stroking up and down with him. He leans up to kiss David messily, tongue sweeping across his partner’s lips before diving in to taste. And God, David’s mouth tastes like Evan, like salt and warmth, and Evan has to close his eyes and breathe deeply for a few seconds.
“Wasn’t there something about fucking me through the mattress?” Evan mumbles against David’s lips as he pulls his head back.
“I do recall mentioning that, yes,” David agrees. “Interested?”
Evan rolls them so David’s pinning him to the bed, warm weight and wiry body atop his own, and David’s got a gleam in his eye as he leans down to put his lips right against Evan’s ear. “Tell me how you want it, Evan.”
Evan can feel his dick twitch, and he knows, knows he’s got no chance of getting hard again so soon but God, he wants to. “Hard,” he says. “Fast and rough and through the fucking floor, David.”
David bites at Evan’s earlobe, taking the cartilage between his teeth and tugging sharply. Evan’s head snaps to the side, and he feels David lap at his reddening earlobe before moving his face down to suck along his neck. When he reaches Evan’s collarbone he pauses, moves his mouth to Evan’s shoulder, and sucks at the skin there until it turns red and purple and stings. David pulls back to examine his own handiwork before blowing gently across the mark.
Evan hadn’t even noticed that David’s hand had disappeared, but suddenly it’s stroking along his cock, which is making a valiant effort to join the party. “Hard and fast?” David murmurs.
“Now,” Evan adds, and David grins at him before yanking the bedstand open and pulling the lube out.
Evan knows exactly how long David’s fingers are, but it always surprises him how they feel pushing in, like David could just keep going and going and going forever. David knows, and he’s usually slow and gentle, but tonight he thrusts two fingers in as roughly as he can manage, and Evan gasps and moans as David’s fingers work their magic, moving and stretching and curling for an all-too-brief time, and then David’s drawing out and moving until he’s pressed right up against Evan’s entrance. Evan holds his legs up against his chest and David leans forward, pushing in just the tip of his cock and stilling entirely.
“David,” Evan pants out, trying to wriggle his hips down and get David further inside, but David leans his body weight on Evan’s bent legs and effectively stops his motion. “Please.”
“There we go,” David murmurs in approval, and he waits a split-second more before snapping his hips forward and filling Evan completely. He’s pulling back almost immediately, and thrusting forward. It burns and it hurts and it’s so fucking good, being filled by David again and again. As soon as Evan’s adjusted to the feeling David changes the angle, slides in just that little bit more, the tiniest bit deeper, and Evan almost jumps when David’s hand starts pulling on his cock because he hadn’t realized he was half-hard again but he is, and of course David would notice.
David keeps moving, keeps slamming in and in like it’s keeping the universe together somehow, keeps jerking Evan towards oblivion again, and Evan can only try to raise his hips for David as he goes and goes. Evan fumbles his hand around in the sheets until he comes across the lube and slicks up a finger as well as he can before reaching around and pushing a finger into David.
David freezes inside Evan and lets out a low moan, and when he moves again Evan can immediately tell that he’d been holding back before, because David now has both hands on Evan’s hips and he’s pounding, now, the angle meant to hit Evan’s prostate dead on every time, and Evan clenches his free hand in the sheet and arches his back, opening his mouth to moan and letting out a sound that’s half-scream as he comes in spurts. He feels his body shaking, feels his fingers moving, and something clicks somewhere and David sags down on top of him only a moment later.
They’re both panting and sweaty, a tangle of limbs and sheets and hair, when David breaks the semi-silence. “I’ll assume you’re not headed back to your paperwork right away.”
“I don’t think I can walk straight right now,” Evan admits. “And I‘m pretty sure sitting’s out for the rest of the night, too.”
“Hmm,” David replies. “In a good way, I hope.”
Evan leans over to kiss David’s lips chastely. “Perfect.”