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Title: Trapped 1/6
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chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC17
Summary: Hmmm...Rodney wants John and John doesn't really know what he wants and Caldwell pretty much decides it for them. Grrrr.
Disclaimer: Alas, they do not belong to me.
Chapter One
Rodney stepped into John’s room, not bothering to knock. He hadn’t done that for a couple months now even after they stopped with the sex. He would have wanted to say it was more than that, but Colonel Sheppard made it clear from the get go that it was a way towards release, nothing more. Rodney was sure they could have made it more if Caldwell hadn’t stepped in and made a point of clarifying all the ‘rules’ upon his arrival. No doubt he’d gotten wind of the freedoms some of the Atlanteans were indulging in without repercussion and it didn’t fit in with his ‘military’ mindset.
The newly promoted Colonel Sheppard promptly called a halt to his and Rodney’s liaisons citing that it wasn’t worth the risk and it was just buddyfucking anyway. Right? Well maybe for John, but Rodney had seen it as more but was willing, albeit reluctantly, to forgo any advancement of the relationship rather than endanger Sheppard’s career. He’d tried to argue that he could be discreet, but John’s priorities weren’t Rodney’s and they hadn’t been together in over a month. The fun ended amicably but Rodney still missed their time together and was pretty sure John did too, despite his protestations saying otherwise.
Knowing and acting on it were two different things and Rodney kept his hands to himself. Walking into Sheppard’s quarters to the sound of the shower was too good to pass up though and Rodney made a beeline for the bathroom. He quietly leaned against the doorway, watching as Sheppard finished his shower. Although, by the looks of things he was doing more than showering.
Smiling, Rodney eyes brightened, “I could get that for you.”
The Colonel startled, his hand stilling on his erection as he leaned heavily into the wall, letting it support his weight. He closed his eyes and continued where he left off, smirking at McKay, “I’ve been doing it for years I think I can manage.”
Crossing his arms, Rodney teased, “It appears you have things well in hand but think how much better it would feel with my hand there instead of yours.” John’s hand moved faster and Rodney grinned, unable to stop from commenting further, “A finger in your ass might just do the trick, Colonel.”
John’s knees buckled, his hand gripping his throbbing erection as he came hard splattering the shower door with evidence of his release. Rodney snorted in satisfaction and turned away, leaving John to finish on his own. He grabbed one of Sheppard’s magazines and sat on the bed, flipping through the pages while he waited.
Appearing moments later, Sheppard flashed him an irritated look, “Very funny.”
Rodney didn’t bother trying to hide his smugness, “I thought it was rather ingenious on my part and in no way conflicts with Caldwell’s don’t touch rule.”
Glaring, John retorted, “Drop it, McKay. It’s not gonna happen.”
Shrugging, doing his best to appear nonchalant, Rodney sniped back, “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Barely hiding his frustration, Sheppard masked it with a tinge of anger, “Well, knock it off. I can’t take the chance and you know that, so stop!”
Raising his hands in defense, Rodney sighed, “Fine, fine.” He paused but had to ask, “So I’m assuming you haven’t found my replacement.”
John grabbed his coat and stormed out of the room. Rodney followed, a smug smile gracing his face as he called after him, “I’m guessing that’s a no.” There was a bounce in step that hadn’t been there in almost a month.
*******
The trip to MX3-949 was routine. Find the power source, hopefully a ZPM and return to Atlantis. Accepting it as routine should have been warning enough but McKay’s earlier behavior had left John feeling slightly off kilter all day. Rodney hadn’t pursued the matter and John didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Damn if the man didn’t know how to catch him off guard time and time again. Still, he refused to give the scientist the satisfaction of winning.
Kneeling down beside the console that McKay was presently crammed under, Sheppard smiled then spoke louder than was necessary, “How’s it going?”
A thump followed, “Damn it! Can’t you announce yourself like a normal person?” Sliding out and seeing the satisfied grin on Sheppard’s face, Rodney glared at him, “Oh that’s very mature, Colonel.” Rubbing the red spot that was already forming on his forehead Rodney continued his tirade, “You could have caused me brain damage with your twelve year old mentality, Colonel. Go clean a gun or something equally productive. I’m busy.”
McKay moved to scoot back under the console when Sheppard stopped him, unfazed by his remarks. “How long is this gonna take?”
Rodney glowered impatiently, ducking his head under the console to inspect the control crystals he’d been rearranging for the last few hours trying to spark some life into the dead console. “I’m sorry to task your attention span, but some things require more than two minutes to figure out.”
Rolling his eyes, John looked at his watch and drawled, “It’s been four hours, McKay. While this may be a wet dream for you the rest of us are out there broiling in the sun.”
“My sympathies, Colonel. Next time I’d suggest sunscreen for your delicate skin. I thought that the point of this mission was to find a power source.” He peeked out and gave Sheppard a pointed look, “That is what I’m doing.”
John nudged McKay with his foot to keep his attention when he tried to return to his work. “The second sun comes up in an hour and I don’t plan on being here for that, so you have ten more minutes to pack it up. We’ll come back another day.”
Swatting the man’s foot away where it batted at his thigh, Rodney snapped, “I can’t just leave in the middle, Colonel. It doesn’t work that way. And stop kicking me! Besides, I’ve only a few more crystals to inspect and if that doesn’t work then I’ll be out of ideas and we can go home.”
“Cool.”
“Yes, very cool,” said Rodney, dripping with sarcasm as he continued working on the crystals.
Sneering good-naturedly, John moved over to the door, hoping to catch a draft coming in. It was hot outside and he thought being in the shade of the building might be cooler, but it was actually hotter inside without the breeze. No wonder Rodney was cranky, being trapped in here for four hours.
“Oh shit!”
John straightened and asked nervously, “McKay?”
“Umm…” Rodney scooted out from under the console with a crystal still in hand. “You might want to get out, Colonel.”
“Rodney…What did you do?”
Rodney was on his feet, his eyes darting between the crystal in his hand and the console. An ominous roar filled the room and both men looked up, frozen momentarily by the sound. Rodney recovered first, more aware of the eminent danger than Sheppard. He bolted for the door, pushing John outward, “RUN!”
It was too little too late and the room exploded around them, landing them both in heap amongst the rubble.
Part 2
Author:
chaps1870Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC17
Summary: Hmmm...Rodney wants John and John doesn't really know what he wants and Caldwell pretty much decides it for them. Grrrr.
Disclaimer: Alas, they do not belong to me.
Chapter One
Rodney stepped into John’s room, not bothering to knock. He hadn’t done that for a couple months now even after they stopped with the sex. He would have wanted to say it was more than that, but Colonel Sheppard made it clear from the get go that it was a way towards release, nothing more. Rodney was sure they could have made it more if Caldwell hadn’t stepped in and made a point of clarifying all the ‘rules’ upon his arrival. No doubt he’d gotten wind of the freedoms some of the Atlanteans were indulging in without repercussion and it didn’t fit in with his ‘military’ mindset.
The newly promoted Colonel Sheppard promptly called a halt to his and Rodney’s liaisons citing that it wasn’t worth the risk and it was just buddyfucking anyway. Right? Well maybe for John, but Rodney had seen it as more but was willing, albeit reluctantly, to forgo any advancement of the relationship rather than endanger Sheppard’s career. He’d tried to argue that he could be discreet, but John’s priorities weren’t Rodney’s and they hadn’t been together in over a month. The fun ended amicably but Rodney still missed their time together and was pretty sure John did too, despite his protestations saying otherwise.
Knowing and acting on it were two different things and Rodney kept his hands to himself. Walking into Sheppard’s quarters to the sound of the shower was too good to pass up though and Rodney made a beeline for the bathroom. He quietly leaned against the doorway, watching as Sheppard finished his shower. Although, by the looks of things he was doing more than showering.
Smiling, Rodney eyes brightened, “I could get that for you.”
The Colonel startled, his hand stilling on his erection as he leaned heavily into the wall, letting it support his weight. He closed his eyes and continued where he left off, smirking at McKay, “I’ve been doing it for years I think I can manage.”
Crossing his arms, Rodney teased, “It appears you have things well in hand but think how much better it would feel with my hand there instead of yours.” John’s hand moved faster and Rodney grinned, unable to stop from commenting further, “A finger in your ass might just do the trick, Colonel.”
John’s knees buckled, his hand gripping his throbbing erection as he came hard splattering the shower door with evidence of his release. Rodney snorted in satisfaction and turned away, leaving John to finish on his own. He grabbed one of Sheppard’s magazines and sat on the bed, flipping through the pages while he waited.
Appearing moments later, Sheppard flashed him an irritated look, “Very funny.”
Rodney didn’t bother trying to hide his smugness, “I thought it was rather ingenious on my part and in no way conflicts with Caldwell’s don’t touch rule.”
Glaring, John retorted, “Drop it, McKay. It’s not gonna happen.”
Shrugging, doing his best to appear nonchalant, Rodney sniped back, “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Barely hiding his frustration, Sheppard masked it with a tinge of anger, “Well, knock it off. I can’t take the chance and you know that, so stop!”
Raising his hands in defense, Rodney sighed, “Fine, fine.” He paused but had to ask, “So I’m assuming you haven’t found my replacement.”
John grabbed his coat and stormed out of the room. Rodney followed, a smug smile gracing his face as he called after him, “I’m guessing that’s a no.” There was a bounce in step that hadn’t been there in almost a month.
*******
The trip to MX3-949 was routine. Find the power source, hopefully a ZPM and return to Atlantis. Accepting it as routine should have been warning enough but McKay’s earlier behavior had left John feeling slightly off kilter all day. Rodney hadn’t pursued the matter and John didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Damn if the man didn’t know how to catch him off guard time and time again. Still, he refused to give the scientist the satisfaction of winning.
Kneeling down beside the console that McKay was presently crammed under, Sheppard smiled then spoke louder than was necessary, “How’s it going?”
A thump followed, “Damn it! Can’t you announce yourself like a normal person?” Sliding out and seeing the satisfied grin on Sheppard’s face, Rodney glared at him, “Oh that’s very mature, Colonel.” Rubbing the red spot that was already forming on his forehead Rodney continued his tirade, “You could have caused me brain damage with your twelve year old mentality, Colonel. Go clean a gun or something equally productive. I’m busy.”
McKay moved to scoot back under the console when Sheppard stopped him, unfazed by his remarks. “How long is this gonna take?”
Rodney glowered impatiently, ducking his head under the console to inspect the control crystals he’d been rearranging for the last few hours trying to spark some life into the dead console. “I’m sorry to task your attention span, but some things require more than two minutes to figure out.”
Rolling his eyes, John looked at his watch and drawled, “It’s been four hours, McKay. While this may be a wet dream for you the rest of us are out there broiling in the sun.”
“My sympathies, Colonel. Next time I’d suggest sunscreen for your delicate skin. I thought that the point of this mission was to find a power source.” He peeked out and gave Sheppard a pointed look, “That is what I’m doing.”
John nudged McKay with his foot to keep his attention when he tried to return to his work. “The second sun comes up in an hour and I don’t plan on being here for that, so you have ten more minutes to pack it up. We’ll come back another day.”
Swatting the man’s foot away where it batted at his thigh, Rodney snapped, “I can’t just leave in the middle, Colonel. It doesn’t work that way. And stop kicking me! Besides, I’ve only a few more crystals to inspect and if that doesn’t work then I’ll be out of ideas and we can go home.”
“Cool.”
“Yes, very cool,” said Rodney, dripping with sarcasm as he continued working on the crystals.
Sneering good-naturedly, John moved over to the door, hoping to catch a draft coming in. It was hot outside and he thought being in the shade of the building might be cooler, but it was actually hotter inside without the breeze. No wonder Rodney was cranky, being trapped in here for four hours.
“Oh shit!”
John straightened and asked nervously, “McKay?”
“Umm…” Rodney scooted out from under the console with a crystal still in hand. “You might want to get out, Colonel.”
“Rodney…What did you do?”
Rodney was on his feet, his eyes darting between the crystal in his hand and the console. An ominous roar filled the room and both men looked up, frozen momentarily by the sound. Rodney recovered first, more aware of the eminent danger than Sheppard. He bolted for the door, pushing John outward, “RUN!”
It was too little too late and the room exploded around them, landing them both in heap amongst the rubble.
Part 2