Title: Falling Again (sequel to After The Fall)
Author:
lavvyan
Rating: NC-17ish
Summary: Finding a new rhythm can be so easy.
Notes: Written because some people apparently can't do without porn. Not that there is much of it to be found here, but well. You don't really get to complain, anyway.
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It took John almost three weeks to get behind the story of his transfer to Area 51. When he finally did, it left him speechless – and more than a little awed.
Rodney had started needling the brass to assign John "somewhere he's actually useful, and by that I mean here" practically from the day he had taken his new position as the scientific head of Nevada's most famous secret base. There had never been a goodbye, because it had never been supposed to be necessary.
And even knowing this, John still stayed oblivious of Rodney's motives until he caught the scientist staring at him with a look of resigned longing, and everything finally clicked into place.
This, too, he should have known. And he must have been really off his game after losing Atlantis, because otherwise there was just no way he could have missed this for so long. He started correcting that error right the next day.
"So, wanna go catch a movie?" which, admittedly, wasn't his smoothest move, but Rodney had never been the right target for subtle.
"We're in the middle of nowhere, Colonel," was Rodney's distracted answer. The man didn't even look up from his computer. "I hardly believe that there's anything left on this base I don't know."
And wasn't that the perfect opening? It was almost too easy.
"Oh, I'll bet I can show you a thing or two you haven't seen before," John offered with a smirk and raised his right eyebrow suggestively. His smirk widened when Rodney paused to stare at him.
"Are you, I mean, uh. Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'd say it was about time, Rodney," John answered quietly, smirk fading into a small smile. "Wouldn't you?"
He was pretty sure that watching Rodney's face light up like that would never get old.
"Yes, I… yes." And yeah, happiness had a name.
"Then let's go."
They decided on Rodney's rooms because he had the better bed – that was, Rodney decided, and John didn't care. The door was barely closed behind them before they were pressed up against each other and kissing like it was the only chance they'd get. A fleeting thought of all the time they could have been doing this and had stupidly wasted, then John's brain kind of short circuited when arrogant, oh-so-much-better-than-everyone-else Rodney McKay unceremoniously dropped to his knees and started working on the buttons of John's BDUs, the pulling and tugging deliciously stimulating, the promise of so much more once all that damn fabric was out of the way. And then it was, and John couldn't hold back a small groan when Rodney looked at his dick like he had just found the holy grail before… before… sweet mother of Jesus, where had he learned that move?
Rodney's tongue should come with its own licence, because it was doing some things that might just be deadly. Rodney's hand was caressing his balls, rolling them gently, and oh, sucking, nibbling, finger lightly trailing over his perineum, and yes, this would be over embarrassingly fast. He tried to warn Rodney, he really did, except that instead of considerately pulling back like he had planned to, he found himself jerkily fucking that wide, crooked mouth, and Rodney let him, relaxing his jaw and flattening his tongue, opening up and taking him like they had done this dozens of times before. And that sight, his cock moving between stretched, shiny lips, Rodney kneeling in front of him, looking up with those blue, blue eyes…
He came with a long, low moan, keeping himself upright only with Rodney's help as his knees threatened to buckle, and still nearly falling as he felt Rodney swallowing around him, drinking him down.
He tried to return the favour once he was able to breathe again, but Rodney just swatted his hand away and blushed.
"It's, um, there's no need," he said, not meeting John's gaze.
Oh.
Oh, wow.
"Cool."
And yeah, if looks could kill he'd be dead right now, but they couldn't, and so he just laughed, resting his head on Rodney's shoulder.
He made up for it when they finally moved to the bed.
~~~
Author:
Rating: NC-17ish
Summary: Finding a new rhythm can be so easy.
Notes: Written because some people apparently can't do without porn. Not that there is much of it to be found here, but well. You don't really get to complain, anyway.
~~~
It took John almost three weeks to get behind the story of his transfer to Area 51. When he finally did, it left him speechless – and more than a little awed.
Rodney had started needling the brass to assign John "somewhere he's actually useful, and by that I mean here" practically from the day he had taken his new position as the scientific head of Nevada's most famous secret base. There had never been a goodbye, because it had never been supposed to be necessary.
And even knowing this, John still stayed oblivious of Rodney's motives until he caught the scientist staring at him with a look of resigned longing, and everything finally clicked into place.
This, too, he should have known. And he must have been really off his game after losing Atlantis, because otherwise there was just no way he could have missed this for so long. He started correcting that error right the next day.
"So, wanna go catch a movie?" which, admittedly, wasn't his smoothest move, but Rodney had never been the right target for subtle.
"We're in the middle of nowhere, Colonel," was Rodney's distracted answer. The man didn't even look up from his computer. "I hardly believe that there's anything left on this base I don't know."
And wasn't that the perfect opening? It was almost too easy.
"Oh, I'll bet I can show you a thing or two you haven't seen before," John offered with a smirk and raised his right eyebrow suggestively. His smirk widened when Rodney paused to stare at him.
"Are you, I mean, uh. Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'd say it was about time, Rodney," John answered quietly, smirk fading into a small smile. "Wouldn't you?"
He was pretty sure that watching Rodney's face light up like that would never get old.
"Yes, I… yes." And yeah, happiness had a name.
"Then let's go."
They decided on Rodney's rooms because he had the better bed – that was, Rodney decided, and John didn't care. The door was barely closed behind them before they were pressed up against each other and kissing like it was the only chance they'd get. A fleeting thought of all the time they could have been doing this and had stupidly wasted, then John's brain kind of short circuited when arrogant, oh-so-much-better-than-everyone-else Rodney McKay unceremoniously dropped to his knees and started working on the buttons of John's BDUs, the pulling and tugging deliciously stimulating, the promise of so much more once all that damn fabric was out of the way. And then it was, and John couldn't hold back a small groan when Rodney looked at his dick like he had just found the holy grail before… before… sweet mother of Jesus, where had he learned that move?
Rodney's tongue should come with its own licence, because it was doing some things that might just be deadly. Rodney's hand was caressing his balls, rolling them gently, and oh, sucking, nibbling, finger lightly trailing over his perineum, and yes, this would be over embarrassingly fast. He tried to warn Rodney, he really did, except that instead of considerately pulling back like he had planned to, he found himself jerkily fucking that wide, crooked mouth, and Rodney let him, relaxing his jaw and flattening his tongue, opening up and taking him like they had done this dozens of times before. And that sight, his cock moving between stretched, shiny lips, Rodney kneeling in front of him, looking up with those blue, blue eyes…
He came with a long, low moan, keeping himself upright only with Rodney's help as his knees threatened to buckle, and still nearly falling as he felt Rodney swallowing around him, drinking him down.
He tried to return the favour once he was able to breathe again, but Rodney just swatted his hand away and blushed.
"It's, um, there's no need," he said, not meeting John's gaze.
Oh.
Oh, wow.
"Cool."
And yeah, if looks could kill he'd be dead right now, but they couldn't, and so he just laughed, resting his head on Rodney's shoulder.
He made up for it when they finally moved to the bed.
~~~
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Date: 2006-06-23 06:35 am (UTC)... and they had sex happily ever after
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Date: 2006-06-23 07:49 am (UTC)Re: ... and they had sex happily ever after
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Date: 2006-06-23 08:05 am (UTC);-)
Be happy
Date: 2006-06-23 08:32 am (UTC)Jo
Who still does not have an LJ account, sorry.
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Date: 2006-06-23 08:36 am (UTC)Re: Be happy
Date: 2006-06-23 08:57 am (UTC)um, get one? *g*
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Date: 2006-06-23 08:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-23 08:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-23 08:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-23 09:20 am (UTC)And who are these people who need porn so badly? *looks innocent*
Thank you!
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Date: 2006-06-23 11:24 am (UTC)Cool!
Date: 2006-06-23 11:25 am (UTC)Thank you!
(ps I may have that cough *virus* cough tooo, never into slash before I read McShep - very addictive!)