Habit
Title: Habit
Author: stormylullabye
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Evan/John
Word Count: 1,215
Rating: NC-17/light bondage, military kink
Summary/Notes: Evan's not so sure that this is a habit he can break. Written for 12 Days of Lorne at slashing_lorne
Sometimes Evan Lorne thinks that Atlantis herself is even more in love with John Sheppard than he is. Evan allows a small smile to cross his face when he enters John’s office and finds that, unlike the rest of the City, which is absolutely freezing, the room is a comfortable temperature. He doesn’t even know how it’s possible, given John’s office door is wide open, but it’s at least 15 degrees warmer in the office than the hallway. He shakes his head fondly at the room in general, then at John when he notices the other man asleep on top of some paperwork on his desk.
Evan clears his throat softly. “Um, sir?” he asks tentatively. “Colonel Sheppard, sir?”
John stirs and looks around blearily for a second before focusing on the man standing in front of him. “Evan, hey, what’s up?” he asks.
“Just some more paperwork for you, sir. It’s all filled out, just needs the commander’s signature there at the bottom.” Evan places the papers on top of the stack John had been sleeping on a moment ago.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I hate paperwork?” John asks.
“You may have mentioned it once or twice, sir,” Evan replies with a smirk.
John looks up at Evan and narrows his eyes. “Would you stop that already?”
“Sorry, habit.” Evan’s pretty sure that he looks about as un-sorry as he feels.
“Yeah, well, break it. I don’t want to hear ‘sir’ from someone of equal rank. It makes me feel old.”
“Yes, s… yes, okay.” Evan laughs softly as John rolls his eyes. Breaking that particular habit is going to be difficult. He’s spent six years calling John ‘sir,’ and if he got the right impression at his promotion ceremony last month, will need to start doing so again soon. Not that Evan’s upset about this, of course. John is probably the main reason that Atlantis is still intact, let alone back in Pegasus, and Evan thinks the man deserves every promotion headed his way, and more after those.
“Anything else for now?” John asks.
“No, that’s all,” Evan replies as he turns to leave John’s office. “I’ll be in my office if you need anything. Sleep well.” Evan laughs as he hears a mumble of agreement followed by a vague shout of protest from behind him when he exits the room.
Evan hopes fervently that either Atlantis will decide she likes him as much as she does John or that McKay will get the heating system back online soon as the cold air from the hallway hits his face.
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That night, Evan’s almost wishing for some of the cold air that was so abundant earlier in the day. His skin feels like it’s on fire, especially on his neck… no, chest… no, arm... no… fuck. John’s fingers are tracing across Evan’s body at a pace that Evan is quite sure he won’t be able to keep up with for much longer. He feels the soft brush of John’s face against his right before the other man squeezes Evan’s cock so hard it hurts.
“Open your eyes, Lorne,” John whispers. He squeezes again, then adds, “Now.”
Evan’s eyes fly open and find John’s hazel eyes filled with mirth. “Yes,” Evan gasps.
“Yes, what?” John prompts.
“Yes, sir,” Evan responds immediately.
John hums his approval and releases Evan’s cock from his too-tight grip. Evan whimpers at the loss and John laughs. The other man stands, leaving a naked and extremely turned on Evan on his knees, hands bound behind his back. Evan watches as John walks casually over to his nightstand and opens the drawer to pull out the lube. John sits in his desk chair and turns it to face Evan, who remains perfectly still.
John pulls his shirt up, then runs a hand down to the top of his pants and flicks the button open with practiced ease. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock and laughs again as Evan gasps. Evan thinks it’s unfair that anyone should be allowed to laugh so much when he’s so turned on, but holyshit if John keeps doing that, he can laugh all he wants.
Evan stares at John’s hand, slick with lube and pre-come, stroking lazily up and down the other man’s cock. He flicks his eyes up to John’s face to find the other man staring at him and smirking. Evan groans and settles his eyes back on John’s cock.
“Evan,” John pants a minute later, and his hand tightens and speeds up.
“Sir,” Evan replies, and John starts making those little noises that Evan still isn’t sure he knows he makes. Evan forces his eyes away from John’s cock in favor of watching the other man’s face. All trace of teasing is gone and Evan’s breath catches as he watches the feeling of John’s hand play out across the other man’s face. John’s eyes drift closed and he bites his lip, and then moans anyway as his entire body tightens and he comes onto his stomach.
Evan thinks he could probably come right now, entirely untouched, if John asked him to. Hell, he’s trying pretty damn hard to make sure he doesn’t come anyway.
He watches as John grabs a tissue and cleans himself up slowly. When John’s done, he strips, still moving slowly, still torturing Evan. Finally, finally, he’s naked, and Evan marvels again at how good the man looks this way. John walks over to Evan and then the fire’s back, brushing Evan’s wrists as the bindings are removed, engulfing his hands as he’s pulled to his feet, covering his lips and neck and back as John pulls Evan close and kisses him. Evan moans into the kiss, his hands roaming across John’s back and pulling, trying to force as much contact as possible.
John pulls back and chuckles softly, before his eyes turn hard. “Lorne.”
“Sir?” Evan replies, pleading.
“I want you to come for me,” John whispers, then adds, “Now.”
Evan moans, and John’s hand is around his cock, jerking him off hard and fast, and Evan’s pushing up into it, trying for more, more, more. He gasps, his hands searching through the air for something to hold onto.
Evan settles for grasping John’s arms when the other man orders, “Now, Lorne,” and Evan’s hips jerk forward one last time and he crushes his lips to John’s as he comes between their bodies.
John gets another tissue from his desk and cleans both men up. They climb into bed, John’s body curving around Evan’s.
“You know, if we keep doing that, I’m never going to stop calling you ‘sir,’” Evan comments, smirking.
“If we keep doing that, I won’t want you to stop calling me ‘sir,’” John retorts. “You should have told me earlier that you wanted that, by the way.”
Evan shrugs and feels his eyelids dropping shut. “I love you, John. Even more than Atlantis does.”
John laughs behind him. “What?”
“Love you,” Evan repeats, feeling more tired by the second.
“I love you too, Evan. What about Atlantis?”
“Nothing. I just love you a lot,” Evan explains. “Night.”
John presses a kiss to the top of Evan’s head in response, and both men drift off to sleep.
Author: stormylullabye
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Evan/John
Word Count: 1,215
Rating: NC-17/light bondage, military kink
Summary/Notes: Evan's not so sure that this is a habit he can break. Written for 12 Days of Lorne at slashing_lorne
Sometimes Evan Lorne thinks that Atlantis herself is even more in love with John Sheppard than he is. Evan allows a small smile to cross his face when he enters John’s office and finds that, unlike the rest of the City, which is absolutely freezing, the room is a comfortable temperature. He doesn’t even know how it’s possible, given John’s office door is wide open, but it’s at least 15 degrees warmer in the office than the hallway. He shakes his head fondly at the room in general, then at John when he notices the other man asleep on top of some paperwork on his desk.
Evan clears his throat softly. “Um, sir?” he asks tentatively. “Colonel Sheppard, sir?”
John stirs and looks around blearily for a second before focusing on the man standing in front of him. “Evan, hey, what’s up?” he asks.
“Just some more paperwork for you, sir. It’s all filled out, just needs the commander’s signature there at the bottom.” Evan places the papers on top of the stack John had been sleeping on a moment ago.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I hate paperwork?” John asks.
“You may have mentioned it once or twice, sir,” Evan replies with a smirk.
John looks up at Evan and narrows his eyes. “Would you stop that already?”
“Sorry, habit.” Evan’s pretty sure that he looks about as un-sorry as he feels.
“Yeah, well, break it. I don’t want to hear ‘sir’ from someone of equal rank. It makes me feel old.”
“Yes, s… yes, okay.” Evan laughs softly as John rolls his eyes. Breaking that particular habit is going to be difficult. He’s spent six years calling John ‘sir,’ and if he got the right impression at his promotion ceremony last month, will need to start doing so again soon. Not that Evan’s upset about this, of course. John is probably the main reason that Atlantis is still intact, let alone back in Pegasus, and Evan thinks the man deserves every promotion headed his way, and more after those.
“Anything else for now?” John asks.
“No, that’s all,” Evan replies as he turns to leave John’s office. “I’ll be in my office if you need anything. Sleep well.” Evan laughs as he hears a mumble of agreement followed by a vague shout of protest from behind him when he exits the room.
Evan hopes fervently that either Atlantis will decide she likes him as much as she does John or that McKay will get the heating system back online soon as the cold air from the hallway hits his face.
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That night, Evan’s almost wishing for some of the cold air that was so abundant earlier in the day. His skin feels like it’s on fire, especially on his neck… no, chest… no, arm... no… fuck. John’s fingers are tracing across Evan’s body at a pace that Evan is quite sure he won’t be able to keep up with for much longer. He feels the soft brush of John’s face against his right before the other man squeezes Evan’s cock so hard it hurts.
“Open your eyes, Lorne,” John whispers. He squeezes again, then adds, “Now.”
Evan’s eyes fly open and find John’s hazel eyes filled with mirth. “Yes,” Evan gasps.
“Yes, what?” John prompts.
“Yes, sir,” Evan responds immediately.
John hums his approval and releases Evan’s cock from his too-tight grip. Evan whimpers at the loss and John laughs. The other man stands, leaving a naked and extremely turned on Evan on his knees, hands bound behind his back. Evan watches as John walks casually over to his nightstand and opens the drawer to pull out the lube. John sits in his desk chair and turns it to face Evan, who remains perfectly still.
John pulls his shirt up, then runs a hand down to the top of his pants and flicks the button open with practiced ease. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock and laughs again as Evan gasps. Evan thinks it’s unfair that anyone should be allowed to laugh so much when he’s so turned on, but holyshit if John keeps doing that, he can laugh all he wants.
Evan stares at John’s hand, slick with lube and pre-come, stroking lazily up and down the other man’s cock. He flicks his eyes up to John’s face to find the other man staring at him and smirking. Evan groans and settles his eyes back on John’s cock.
“Evan,” John pants a minute later, and his hand tightens and speeds up.
“Sir,” Evan replies, and John starts making those little noises that Evan still isn’t sure he knows he makes. Evan forces his eyes away from John’s cock in favor of watching the other man’s face. All trace of teasing is gone and Evan’s breath catches as he watches the feeling of John’s hand play out across the other man’s face. John’s eyes drift closed and he bites his lip, and then moans anyway as his entire body tightens and he comes onto his stomach.
Evan thinks he could probably come right now, entirely untouched, if John asked him to. Hell, he’s trying pretty damn hard to make sure he doesn’t come anyway.
He watches as John grabs a tissue and cleans himself up slowly. When John’s done, he strips, still moving slowly, still torturing Evan. Finally, finally, he’s naked, and Evan marvels again at how good the man looks this way. John walks over to Evan and then the fire’s back, brushing Evan’s wrists as the bindings are removed, engulfing his hands as he’s pulled to his feet, covering his lips and neck and back as John pulls Evan close and kisses him. Evan moans into the kiss, his hands roaming across John’s back and pulling, trying to force as much contact as possible.
John pulls back and chuckles softly, before his eyes turn hard. “Lorne.”
“Sir?” Evan replies, pleading.
“I want you to come for me,” John whispers, then adds, “Now.”
Evan moans, and John’s hand is around his cock, jerking him off hard and fast, and Evan’s pushing up into it, trying for more, more, more. He gasps, his hands searching through the air for something to hold onto.
Evan settles for grasping John’s arms when the other man orders, “Now, Lorne,” and Evan’s hips jerk forward one last time and he crushes his lips to John’s as he comes between their bodies.
John gets another tissue from his desk and cleans both men up. They climb into bed, John’s body curving around Evan’s.
“You know, if we keep doing that, I’m never going to stop calling you ‘sir,’” Evan comments, smirking.
“If we keep doing that, I won’t want you to stop calling me ‘sir,’” John retorts. “You should have told me earlier that you wanted that, by the way.”
Evan shrugs and feels his eyelids dropping shut. “I love you, John. Even more than Atlantis does.”
John laughs behind him. “What?”
“Love you,” Evan repeats, feeling more tired by the second.
“I love you too, Evan. What about Atlantis?”
“Nothing. I just love you a lot,” Evan explains. “Night.”
John presses a kiss to the top of Evan’s head in response, and both men drift off to sleep.