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kyrieane
Fandom/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/McKay-Sheppard
Rating/Very Adult!
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slashthedrabble ‘Wet’
Disclaimer/If they were mine, do you think they would have clothes on?
Because I just can't resistdarkhavens
See, that was the great thing about being military, one of their cardinal tenets was ‘disavow all knowledge’. He could deny, with total credibility ever thinking McKay’s voice first thing in the morning sounded just like some whisky-and-smoke jazz singer. And wild horses would never drag out the knowledge that when Rodney was so totally focused on some Ancient piece of technology, turning it over and over in his fingers with some kind of silent awe, that his dick tried to do back flips right out of his regulation BDU’s. Wasn’t gonna happen, no sir, no way, no how.
So there was no excuse for being rooted to the spot, unable to stutter or blink, when Rodney stepped out of his bathroom and flashed John. There was no reason for John to just stand there and stare, eyes following the pattern of water droplets on his chest like some sort of kinky connect the dot, and wanting to use his tongue as the marker. And McKay just stood there and let him, slowly turning red but not bothering to hide his instant and insistent erection.
John had seen Rodney pissed, hurt, bloody and excited. But wet…holy fucking hell, Rodney McKay, Astrophysicist, soaking wet and harder than a California Redwood was something John would never be able to deny. That was the only reason John could think of for dropping to his knees in front of Rodney, closing his eyes, and licking the tip of his cock. It was wet too, and he just had to get Rodney dry, no matter what.
And he would never be able to explain why Rodney gripped his head right behind his ears and held him still, why he just rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his cock right into John’s mouth. In a court of law, John would have to admit how good Rodney tasted, how drops of salty pre-cum mixed with his spit, slicking the roof of his mouth. How his hands just had to reach up and grip McKay’s asscheeks, fingers seeking out droplets of water and brushing them away. How that funny little whimper came from him, and was echoed deep in Rodney’s chest.
To give Rodney a little credit, he did try to warn John just before he came, tugging on his ears and apologizing softly. John really didn’t give a damn at this point; Atlantis could blow up or sink back under the ocean, just as long as Rodney McKay, Astrophysicist, came in his mouth. And John swallowed every drop, sucking and tonguing and pulling Rodney as close as he could.
When Rodney dropped down to his knees, John was only a little embarrassed that the favor didn’t need to be returned. But there was kissing and touching and whispered promises of a round two and not one question about why.
And after, curled up on the cold floor tangled up all arms and legs, John wondered if there was maybe something Rodney had been thinking about denying.
Author/
kyrieaneFandom/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/McKay-Sheppard
Rating/Very Adult!
Summary/Written for
slashthedrabble ‘Wet’Disclaimer/If they were mine, do you think they would have clothes on?
Because I just can't resist
darkhavensSee, that was the great thing about being military, one of their cardinal tenets was ‘disavow all knowledge’. He could deny, with total credibility ever thinking McKay’s voice first thing in the morning sounded just like some whisky-and-smoke jazz singer. And wild horses would never drag out the knowledge that when Rodney was so totally focused on some Ancient piece of technology, turning it over and over in his fingers with some kind of silent awe, that his dick tried to do back flips right out of his regulation BDU’s. Wasn’t gonna happen, no sir, no way, no how.
So there was no excuse for being rooted to the spot, unable to stutter or blink, when Rodney stepped out of his bathroom and flashed John. There was no reason for John to just stand there and stare, eyes following the pattern of water droplets on his chest like some sort of kinky connect the dot, and wanting to use his tongue as the marker. And McKay just stood there and let him, slowly turning red but not bothering to hide his instant and insistent erection.
John had seen Rodney pissed, hurt, bloody and excited. But wet…holy fucking hell, Rodney McKay, Astrophysicist, soaking wet and harder than a California Redwood was something John would never be able to deny. That was the only reason John could think of for dropping to his knees in front of Rodney, closing his eyes, and licking the tip of his cock. It was wet too, and he just had to get Rodney dry, no matter what.
And he would never be able to explain why Rodney gripped his head right behind his ears and held him still, why he just rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his cock right into John’s mouth. In a court of law, John would have to admit how good Rodney tasted, how drops of salty pre-cum mixed with his spit, slicking the roof of his mouth. How his hands just had to reach up and grip McKay’s asscheeks, fingers seeking out droplets of water and brushing them away. How that funny little whimper came from him, and was echoed deep in Rodney’s chest.
To give Rodney a little credit, he did try to warn John just before he came, tugging on his ears and apologizing softly. John really didn’t give a damn at this point; Atlantis could blow up or sink back under the ocean, just as long as Rodney McKay, Astrophysicist, came in his mouth. And John swallowed every drop, sucking and tonguing and pulling Rodney as close as he could.
When Rodney dropped down to his knees, John was only a little embarrassed that the favor didn’t need to be returned. But there was kissing and touching and whispered promises of a round two and not one question about why.
And after, curled up on the cold floor tangled up all arms and legs, John wondered if there was maybe something Rodney had been thinking about denying.
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Thank you so very much!
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Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked!
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Okies, off for cold shower now, and to try and NOT think of wet McKay.
*sigh*
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Thank you so much! *hands you loofa*
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Thanks!
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And yeah, you need to write more SGA :-)))
keep up the good work.
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thank you so much!
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so.damn.hot
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Thank you so very much!
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thank you so very much!
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*snogs you*
And whaddaya mean? You say that like this was my fault. Just cos I mentioned 'challenge' and 'wet' and you'd been luring me into the McShep, doesn't mean it's my fault. I blame it all on
Denial never looked so good. ;)
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*kicks lj*
Thank you so very much! I'm having so much fun dipping my toes in the SGA fandom!
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Sorry this is so late, lj didn't send it to me!
Thanks!
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Thank you so very much! Sorry this is late, lj didn't send me the comment!
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I know it was an enduring image for me!
Thanks so very much!
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HA!
*wet nekkie bois...wet nekkie bois*
Thank you so very much!