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Okay so hi! I wrote something. My mother shouldn't read it. :)
With endless thanks to blue_raven for a) making me write it, and b) beating betaing it to death, I present:
Title: Captive Audience
Pairing: Sheppard/Zelenka
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1600
Summary: It's movie night on Atlantis, and Radek's not all that fond of thrillers.
As it does every week, movie night starts with everyone piled onto not enough couches in a nearly-big-enough room. Tonight John’s a little late, so he ends up squashed in with Zelenka and Lorne on a couch that was really made for two.
The movie playing is a scary one, something John’s seen before, so he’s not too worried. Radek, on the other hand, is jumping at every loud noise - yeah, so not a fan of thrillers.
He concludes this again halfway through the movie, when he glances down to find Radek pressed up against his side, eyes wide and fixed on the screen. In fact, by the end of the movie, Radek’s hanging off his elbow.
Lorne glances over; he rolls his eyes and Lorne’s mouth twitches in amusement.
As the credits roll, John sees out of the corner of his eye Radek glance down and realise where he is. He tries to repress a smile, and pats Radek's hand, which is quickly jerked away. "Colonel. Ah, I am sorry." Radek wears a rather stricken expression, and John gives in to the urge to snicker.
"It's cool. Do you need a walk home? Wouldn't want a monster to eat you on the way there."
Radek glares. "Your quarters are in the same corridor as mine."
There's a stifled laugh behind them and John waves Lorne goodbye with a grin.
They fall into step together, John strolling with his hands in his pockets and glancing over from time to time to smirk at Radek's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Of course, John can resist anything but temptation, so when they get back to their rooms he gestures at his door: "I have more movies if you want." He gets that heated glare again and lifts an eyebrow. "No, really. Starship Troopers?"
Radek gives him a hard shove and he bursts out laughing. He points at John's door, lifts his chin defiantly. "Very well then," and John laughs harder at the challenge.
It only takes a moment for John to get his laptop set up, propped so they can watch from the bed, and Radek settles in beside him, fluffing the pillows and looking put-upon.
As the movie starts he offers his arm gallantly to Radek, who smacks it.
When Radek jumps the third time John just takes his hand, pulls him closer and hangs on. He can feel the strength of Radek's glare but after a minute Radek curls into his side. John can feel every flinch.
John's nodding off a little by the end of the movie - he's seen it too many times - and Radek's just about in his lap. Hm, perhaps he should have offered a little more resistance to the clinging.
He blinks himself awake when the credits roll. Radek's curled around his arm and half behind his shoulder, where he's hidden his face at a few of the scary bits. It's kind of cute really.
Eventually, Radek disentangles himself, hanging onto John's arm until the last. "I should, uh. Thank you for the movie, Colonel. Have a good night."
But - "Hey, hang on. You don't have to go." John closes the lid on his laptop, moves it to the side table. "If you wanted, we could just, uh, hang out for a bit."
Radek glances from John’s slightly-too-blatant sprawl on the bed back to the door again. "I suspect I cannot sleep anyway, Colonel, which I thank you for." John suppresses a smile and gets that glare again. He’s starting to like it.
Radek sits back on the bed and John leans up on one arm so they're level.
"What, ah, what did you have in mind?" Radek asks, after an awkward silence in which John tries desperately not to yawn and fails.
John tries for a moment to think of something intelligent to say, then gives up. Hell, he’s never been good at subtlety, so in the end he just shrugs and runs his fingertips down Radek's arm. He gets a startled look. "You could, uh, come down here with me."
"Are you," and the way Radek's voice cracks is pretty entertaining, "Are you asking me to--"
John tugs on Radek's arm, pulls him down enough to brush their lips together. "Keeps away nightmares," he insists, all wide-eyed innocence. Radek makes a slightly strangled noise and looks like he wants to hit John, but John tugs on him again and he gives in, a wry smile tugging at his mouth as he settles in beside him.
John rolls over onto his knees and moves to straddle Radek. "That's better," he says smirking, then he leans down for a proper kiss. Radek's mouth tastes a little like the popcorn from earlier and John kisses him with long slow touches, pulling back to suck and nibble at his lower lip. Radek surges up against him, growls into his mouth and takes control of the kiss, using his tongue to wicked effect. John moans, presses their bodies flush together and pins Radek's hands by his head so he can rock at his leisure.
Radek's not having any of that though and he abruptly starts struggling, twisting and fighting until he's got his hands free. He shoves upwards and John lets him do it, lets Radek roll them so John's pinned.
He tries for another kiss but Radek's cocky with his success and evades him, presses lips and tongue to his throat and John stops fighting because oh yeah that's good.
He leans back and closes his eyes as Radek moves down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes, hot wet tongue on his chest and stomach.
John squirms a little as Radek's hands brush his sides, and oh shit, Radek's noticed, and he twists, half-laughing, and gasps out, "No, come on!" But Radek's not feeling as malicious as he could be, given how much John's laughed at him tonight, and he leaves off after a moment, strips his own shirt off then lies down so they're pressed full-length together, miles of hot damp skin.
John gets his arms around Radek's back and strokes him, slow touches that get a quiet, "mmm," and another spine-meltingly hot kiss.
He rocks gently upwards, but he's not really all that urgent, though he usually is at this point. Just lying here, being kissed into oblivion, is everything he needs, warm and covered and hot skin under his fingers and hot mouth over his.
Radek seems content too, and they continue rocking slowly against each other, quiet moans and sighs as they move.
After a little while Radek slides his hand down John's side, fingernails scratching lightly. And okay, there's a little bit of urgency now. Radek's reaching for his pants, which John is very much in favour of, and he slides his fingers down the back of Radek's as his own are undone, trails his fingers round to the front, slowly as he can stand it, and Radek's up on his hands and knees before he gets there, giving him access to Radek's fly.
He pauses there to gently knead Radek's hard cock through the cloth, teasing, and Radek hangs his head and pants harshly above him. When John looks up his eyes are squeezed tightly shut.
He takes mercy, easing the zipper down and carefully freeing Radek's cock, pushes Radek's pants down and off, followed by his own, then guides Radek to lie back down.
They press together beautifully. The friction is incredible and they meet for another kiss, a little more urgent and a lot more hot, John's hands on Radek's back urging him to rub them together.
For a few moments there's just the hot, sweet pressure and their quiet moans and sighs. Radek moves back to his knees and John whimpers, looking up at him a little more desperately than he cares to admit and bucking his hips against the empty air. But Radek's clearly got a plan, reaching over and digging in the bedstand drawer until he finds what he wants, coming up with a bottle of oil. He makes a show of slicking his hands, then wraps them around both their cocks. Oh shit yes, and John throws his head back and groans. Radek sits back against his thighs, slowly pumping their cocks together, grip just this side of too tight. The oil makes everything so damn wet and slick and god but it's good and John doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, just writhing on the bed and trying to keep up.
He can hear Radek whispering and it takes him a moment to make it out: "Come on, John, ano, come on," and when he does he gasps, "Yes, please yes," and Radek grinds down against him, rubs his hand over the head of both their cocks and then John's surging upwards, dick shooting come over his stomach and up to his chest. He can dimly hear Radek groaning with him, feels his hands falter.
When he opens his eyes a minute or so later he finds himself coated in it, Radek slowly trailing fingertips through the mess on his chest. Radek lifts a hand to his mouth and John sucks it clean, oil and come and sweat and he moans, swipes his tongue out to catch a bit on Radek's palm. Radek settles down beside him and he leans over for an old shirt to wipe himself down with, then puts an arm out for Radek, who is watching him with an odd expression.
"What?'
Radek shakes his head, smiles a little. "No, nothing. May I stay for a while?"
John grins, reaching up to take Radek’s glasses. "Sure. Stay all night." He wraps his arm around Radek's shoulders and pulls the blankets up, smiling at the way Radek curls into him, yawning and burying his face in John’s neck. The lights dim obediently at his thought and John drifts off, warm and relaxed.
With endless thanks to blue_raven for a) making me write it, and b) beating betaing it to death, I present:
Title: Captive Audience
Pairing: Sheppard/Zelenka
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1600
Summary: It's movie night on Atlantis, and Radek's not all that fond of thrillers.
As it does every week, movie night starts with everyone piled onto not enough couches in a nearly-big-enough room. Tonight John’s a little late, so he ends up squashed in with Zelenka and Lorne on a couch that was really made for two.
The movie playing is a scary one, something John’s seen before, so he’s not too worried. Radek, on the other hand, is jumping at every loud noise - yeah, so not a fan of thrillers.
He concludes this again halfway through the movie, when he glances down to find Radek pressed up against his side, eyes wide and fixed on the screen. In fact, by the end of the movie, Radek’s hanging off his elbow.
Lorne glances over; he rolls his eyes and Lorne’s mouth twitches in amusement.
As the credits roll, John sees out of the corner of his eye Radek glance down and realise where he is. He tries to repress a smile, and pats Radek's hand, which is quickly jerked away. "Colonel. Ah, I am sorry." Radek wears a rather stricken expression, and John gives in to the urge to snicker.
"It's cool. Do you need a walk home? Wouldn't want a monster to eat you on the way there."
Radek glares. "Your quarters are in the same corridor as mine."
There's a stifled laugh behind them and John waves Lorne goodbye with a grin.
They fall into step together, John strolling with his hands in his pockets and glancing over from time to time to smirk at Radek's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Of course, John can resist anything but temptation, so when they get back to their rooms he gestures at his door: "I have more movies if you want." He gets that heated glare again and lifts an eyebrow. "No, really. Starship Troopers?"
Radek gives him a hard shove and he bursts out laughing. He points at John's door, lifts his chin defiantly. "Very well then," and John laughs harder at the challenge.
It only takes a moment for John to get his laptop set up, propped so they can watch from the bed, and Radek settles in beside him, fluffing the pillows and looking put-upon.
As the movie starts he offers his arm gallantly to Radek, who smacks it.
When Radek jumps the third time John just takes his hand, pulls him closer and hangs on. He can feel the strength of Radek's glare but after a minute Radek curls into his side. John can feel every flinch.
John's nodding off a little by the end of the movie - he's seen it too many times - and Radek's just about in his lap. Hm, perhaps he should have offered a little more resistance to the clinging.
He blinks himself awake when the credits roll. Radek's curled around his arm and half behind his shoulder, where he's hidden his face at a few of the scary bits. It's kind of cute really.
Eventually, Radek disentangles himself, hanging onto John's arm until the last. "I should, uh. Thank you for the movie, Colonel. Have a good night."
But - "Hey, hang on. You don't have to go." John closes the lid on his laptop, moves it to the side table. "If you wanted, we could just, uh, hang out for a bit."
Radek glances from John’s slightly-too-blatant sprawl on the bed back to the door again. "I suspect I cannot sleep anyway, Colonel, which I thank you for." John suppresses a smile and gets that glare again. He’s starting to like it.
Radek sits back on the bed and John leans up on one arm so they're level.
"What, ah, what did you have in mind?" Radek asks, after an awkward silence in which John tries desperately not to yawn and fails.
John tries for a moment to think of something intelligent to say, then gives up. Hell, he’s never been good at subtlety, so in the end he just shrugs and runs his fingertips down Radek's arm. He gets a startled look. "You could, uh, come down here with me."
"Are you," and the way Radek's voice cracks is pretty entertaining, "Are you asking me to--"
John tugs on Radek's arm, pulls him down enough to brush their lips together. "Keeps away nightmares," he insists, all wide-eyed innocence. Radek makes a slightly strangled noise and looks like he wants to hit John, but John tugs on him again and he gives in, a wry smile tugging at his mouth as he settles in beside him.
John rolls over onto his knees and moves to straddle Radek. "That's better," he says smirking, then he leans down for a proper kiss. Radek's mouth tastes a little like the popcorn from earlier and John kisses him with long slow touches, pulling back to suck and nibble at his lower lip. Radek surges up against him, growls into his mouth and takes control of the kiss, using his tongue to wicked effect. John moans, presses their bodies flush together and pins Radek's hands by his head so he can rock at his leisure.
Radek's not having any of that though and he abruptly starts struggling, twisting and fighting until he's got his hands free. He shoves upwards and John lets him do it, lets Radek roll them so John's pinned.
He tries for another kiss but Radek's cocky with his success and evades him, presses lips and tongue to his throat and John stops fighting because oh yeah that's good.
He leans back and closes his eyes as Radek moves down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes, hot wet tongue on his chest and stomach.
John squirms a little as Radek's hands brush his sides, and oh shit, Radek's noticed, and he twists, half-laughing, and gasps out, "No, come on!" But Radek's not feeling as malicious as he could be, given how much John's laughed at him tonight, and he leaves off after a moment, strips his own shirt off then lies down so they're pressed full-length together, miles of hot damp skin.
John gets his arms around Radek's back and strokes him, slow touches that get a quiet, "mmm," and another spine-meltingly hot kiss.
He rocks gently upwards, but he's not really all that urgent, though he usually is at this point. Just lying here, being kissed into oblivion, is everything he needs, warm and covered and hot skin under his fingers and hot mouth over his.
Radek seems content too, and they continue rocking slowly against each other, quiet moans and sighs as they move.
After a little while Radek slides his hand down John's side, fingernails scratching lightly. And okay, there's a little bit of urgency now. Radek's reaching for his pants, which John is very much in favour of, and he slides his fingers down the back of Radek's as his own are undone, trails his fingers round to the front, slowly as he can stand it, and Radek's up on his hands and knees before he gets there, giving him access to Radek's fly.
He pauses there to gently knead Radek's hard cock through the cloth, teasing, and Radek hangs his head and pants harshly above him. When John looks up his eyes are squeezed tightly shut.
He takes mercy, easing the zipper down and carefully freeing Radek's cock, pushes Radek's pants down and off, followed by his own, then guides Radek to lie back down.
They press together beautifully. The friction is incredible and they meet for another kiss, a little more urgent and a lot more hot, John's hands on Radek's back urging him to rub them together.
For a few moments there's just the hot, sweet pressure and their quiet moans and sighs. Radek moves back to his knees and John whimpers, looking up at him a little more desperately than he cares to admit and bucking his hips against the empty air. But Radek's clearly got a plan, reaching over and digging in the bedstand drawer until he finds what he wants, coming up with a bottle of oil. He makes a show of slicking his hands, then wraps them around both their cocks. Oh shit yes, and John throws his head back and groans. Radek sits back against his thighs, slowly pumping their cocks together, grip just this side of too tight. The oil makes everything so damn wet and slick and god but it's good and John doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, just writhing on the bed and trying to keep up.
He can hear Radek whispering and it takes him a moment to make it out: "Come on, John, ano, come on," and when he does he gasps, "Yes, please yes," and Radek grinds down against him, rubs his hand over the head of both their cocks and then John's surging upwards, dick shooting come over his stomach and up to his chest. He can dimly hear Radek groaning with him, feels his hands falter.
When he opens his eyes a minute or so later he finds himself coated in it, Radek slowly trailing fingertips through the mess on his chest. Radek lifts a hand to his mouth and John sucks it clean, oil and come and sweat and he moans, swipes his tongue out to catch a bit on Radek's palm. Radek settles down beside him and he leans over for an old shirt to wipe himself down with, then puts an arm out for Radek, who is watching him with an odd expression.
"What?'
Radek shakes his head, smiles a little. "No, nothing. May I stay for a while?"
John grins, reaching up to take Radek’s glasses. "Sure. Stay all night." He wraps his arm around Radek's shoulders and pulls the blankets up, smiling at the way Radek curls into him, yawning and burying his face in John’s neck. The lights dim obediently at his thought and John drifts off, warm and relaxed.