A Short Tale, by Claire (slave challenge)

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Title: A Short Tale
Author: Claire
Rating: PG
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Summary: "Merchants and traders usually travel with two bodyguards and a body servant. And since they tagged Ford and Teyla as warriors..."

A Short Tale
by Claire

Elizabeth Weir had to blink to make sure she was definitely seeing what she thought she was seeing. Heading down the steps to the team that had just come through the Stargate, Liz ignored the whispered murmurs of all the people in the Gate room, knowing that the mission report for this was one she was looking forward to reading.

"Major, I take it things didn't go exactly to plan," she said, when she finally reached John Sheppard.

"You could say that," the Major replied, neither of them looking over to where Rodney McKay was standing, back rigidly straight and only wearing what appeared to be a tiny pair of leather shorts and Major Sheppard's jacket.

*

Liz put the mission report on the table in front of her. "Body servant?" she said, closing her eyes to get the image of Rodney McKay storming out of the Gate Room from her head.

Sheppard nodded. "Merchants and traders usually travel with two bodyguards and a body servant. And since they tagged Ford and Teyla as warriors..." Sheppard waved a hand in the air, leaving Liz to fill in the blanks.

"That left Rodney," she surmised. Left Rodney as the Major's body servant in a society where it was apparently a great offence for body servants to wear any clothes other than those shorts Rodney had come back in.

Sheppard shrugged. "No harm done. Once we explained, they were so horrified at their mistake that we got a pretty good deal out of it."

"And Dr McKay?"

Sheppard just grinned. "Leave McKay to me."

*

John knocked on the door to Rodney's lab, ignoring the yelled "Go away," and walking inside.

"I said 'Go away,' or are you deaf as well as stupid..." Rodney's voice trailed off as he looked up from his laptop. "Major. I might have known."

"Rodney," John smiled as he leaned against Rodney's desk. "How's it going?"

Rodney rolled his eyes as he leant back in his seat and glared at John. "You know fine well how it's going, Major. You couldn't *not* know how it's going."

John winced slightly at the tone. "That good, huh?"

"Oh, better," snapped Rodney. "I've been working on the power conversion problem, and I'm no closer to a solution than I was a week ago; Kavanagh has managed to lock down a third of the city's transporters doing god knows what god knows where; and to top it all, some complete strangers decided I'm *your* sex slave, destroy my clothes and dress me in a pair of leather shorts so small they wouldn't have fitted one of Carson's mice! Yes, Major, it's going just fine!"

"It was a misunderstanding, Rodney."

"A misunderstanding that left me manhandled and pretty much naked," Rodney said. "This doesn't rank highly on my scale of forgivable, Major."

"Manhandled?"

Rodney looked at him, the glare in the blue eyes questioning John's intelligence. "Just how do you think they got me to wear those shorts, Major. It wasn't because they asked nicely."

John hadn't thought about it. Hadn't thought about the embarrassed flush over Rodney's body as he'd stood in front of John wearing barely enough leather to cover his modesty. He'd been too busy trying to control the blood that insisted on rushing to his dick to think about much of anything.

"Next time a team has to go to Bespin-"

"Bespa."

"Whatever," Rodney waved off the correction. "Next time, Kavanagh gets sent."

John met Rodney's eyes as the mental image of Kavanagh in leather shorts crossed his mind. The same image was obviously in Rodney's head as well, as both of them shuddered in tandem.

"Maybe not," Rodney admitted.

Silence reigned as the ghost of a naked Kavanagh gently drifted away.

"We got coffee," offered John. And even if it wasn't actual coffee it was near enough as to make no difference. Especially since the last of the real coffee had been used nearly a month earlier.

Rodney sighed happily. "That we did."

"So, maybe it was a little worth it?" tried John.

Rodney glanced at him for long moments. "Maybe a little," he finally admitted.

John grinned as he pushed himself away from the desk. "Oh," he said, "one more thing, Rodney?"

"Yes?" Rodney looked back up from the computer screen, slight annoyance written on his features.

"What did you do with the shorts?" John asked lightly.

"They're still in the corner of my quarters where I left them." Rodney's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why?"

John moved forward, pressing his lips firmly to Rodney's, tongue sliding inside Rodney's mouth once before he pulled away. "I'll be at yours after the briefing tonight. Make sure you're wearing them."

Without giving Rodney a chance to reply, John walked out of the room, knowing the glazed look of surprised lust on Rodney's face would carry him through the briefing he had to sit through with Weir and Bates. Carefully adjusting his half-hard cock to make it easier to walk, John grinned, and started to whistle.

End.

Comments

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Hee! Very nice. Leather shorts, mmm.

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

I admit, the leather shorts were the main only reason for this *grin*

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

I'm sitting here grinning because Rodney,leather shorts, John wanting more of Rodney in the leather shorts...

Grinning is definitely the proper response to that combination.

[ellex42.livejournal.com]

Nice icon! Is that from 'Foolproof'? He actually looks good in the hat...a lot of men wouldn't.

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Absolutely *grin*

[ellex42.livejournal.com]

a pair of leather shorts so small they wouldn't have fitted one of Carson's mice!

Love that phrase.

Silence reigned as the ghost of a naked Kavanagh gently drifted away.

I almost think I like that one even better.

Funny and hot! Little leather shorts...hee!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

Yep, that incredible image of naked!ghost!Kavanagh might also haunt me the rest of the night XD


*thinks Lederhosen Lederhosen*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Thank you! (And, yes, leather shorts are a definite bonus ;-)

[tigs.livejournal.com]

Hee! The image that this provided is priceless. This is just great. :D

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

My pleasure :-D Glad you liked!

[ship-recs.livejournal.com]

Rodney in leather shorts....that's a nice image. =)

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes it definitely is *grin*

[chrissie-m.livejournal.com]

Clearly, I am in possession of a far too practical mind.

Rodney angrily announces that his clothes were destroyed so that he could be forced into a teeny tiny pair of leather shorts....

....and I immediately think about how irreplaceable their uniforms are, since they can't make more clothes.

Sigh. The hot is wasted on me sometimes.

[(Anonymous)]

Me, too. Sorry.

Liked it nevertheless.

Jo

[tex.livejournal.com]

Great, great ending. That John is such a devil!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

You just know he and Rodney are going to have much fun with thought shorts.

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's adorable. Rodney would feel like such a fish out of water in those. Of course, I had unfortunate images of Rodney in Lederhosen the first time 'leather shorts' were mentioned, but I quickly got over it. It just added to the funny. *g*

[porntestpilot.livejournal.com]

Oh god, now I'm picturing that and he still looks vaguely hot. I need therapy.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Hee! That was fun. I so love interplanetary misunderstandings, especially when leather is involved. *g*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Leather is always of the good :-D Thanks!

[neverbelonged.livejournal.com]

hehe... that's so funny.
And the Kavanagh thing? /shudders with Rodney and John/ ack.
Loved this whole thing. Great job. LOL... Rodney in leather... just barely in leather. I think this will be in my head for a while.. great job.

[lurkerlynne.livejournal.com]

I've been reading the Tenth Muse's 'Romanology' fics and imagining John as Rodney's slave. Dressed in nothing but leather... snug leather. It was orignially pants but now I have shorts stuck in my head.

::dies::

Kavanaugh's there too, but you don't wanna know.

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

Very nicely done. You've captured Rodney's awkwardness perfectly. :)

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

*grin* Thank you! Glad you enjoyed!

[crystalheaven.livejournal.com]

*snickers* Leather shorts. Though, for some reason, I'm picturing gold bike shorts, ala James Bond girl.

*wipes tears from eyes from laughing* Poor Rodney. Always gets the short end of the stick. Though, have a funny feeling Sheppard's going to make him feel soooo much better after the meeting. *gales of laugher*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Oh, John is *definitely* going to make him feel better ;-)

[kensieg.livejournal.com]

I was thinking of John wearing the leather shorts to make Rodney feel better.

The thought of John in short leather shorts does something for me.

Whew!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

John in leather...

*gurble*

[indybrat.livejournal.com]

Poor Rodney. I just love a good misunderstanding story. so much fun. thanks!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

My pleasure. Glad you liked :-D

[sarren.livejournal.com]

Silence reigned as the ghost of a naked Kavanagh gently drifted away

That line is superb.

Also, cute fic :)

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

A few people seem to like the line about Kavanagh ;-) Even if it is a bad, bad mental image.

[laitaine]

Hehehehe. This made me giggle. And ooooo, leather!

I loved this line: Silence reigned as the ghost of a naked Kavanagh gently drifted away. Classic.

Thanks for sharing :)

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed :-D

[barkeep.livejournal.com]

Mmmm...
Much like John, leather makes me happy.
;-)

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

*grin* Indeed. For the leather makes it all better ;-)

[casspeach.livejournal.com]

Oh there were so many things I wanted to highlight in this that I liked, and then I realised it was basically all of Rodney. I could almost feel the total unimpressedness of his opinion of what had happened. Loved the fact that he was all ready to really lay into whoever was bothering him when he'd said 'go away' and then stopped when it was John.

got to agree with the fabulousness of Silence reigned as the ghost of a naked Kavanagh gently drifted away.

Lovely

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

*bounce*

Thank you! I'm really pleased you liked it :-D

And yeah, as soon as he knows it's John everything changes :-D

[duffy-99.livejournal.com]

"Silence reigned as the ghost of a naked Kavanagh gently drifted away."

Killed me dead, you did!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

*sends in Rodney to revive you*

*grin*

[poisonshock.livejournal.com]

rodney in leather shorts! hot! and john wanting more... hehe
*manhandled3 [lol]

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

*g* You can't go wrong with Rodney in leather shorts ;)