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sga_flashficTitle: Comfort
Author: ForCryinOutLoud
Rating: NC17
Category: Angst/Drama
He had found this spot by accident, a routine scouting of this section of the city, and decided it was just the type of place he needed. Somewhere he could escape, relax, try and forget the losses, forget the horrors this galaxy presented daily and instead think of the good things Pegasus offered, remember ferris wheels, fast cars and even faster women.
Stumbling upon McKay here had been an accident too. He arrived one evening, after a particularly hard mission, to find Rodney pacing the room in obvious agitation. Watching in fascination as Rodney tore off his jacket, flinging it across the room, John thought about just how hard this mission had been on Rodney. John was a soldier, one who was used to losing people under his command, not that it ever got easier but you came to expect it at some point and John really hoped Rodney would never reach that point. He'd lost two of his science team today and that loss was clearly evident on McKay's face as he sat tiredly on the bed in the middle of the room staring out the balcony windows.
He considered making his presence known, telling Rodney it wasn't his fault, that he'd done the best he could and that was all anyone could ask of him. Remembering being on the receiving end of such conversations had changed his mind--John knew that no words could help rid Rodney of the guilt he was feeling and knew that in time he'd be able to deal with the loss. For now, John stood silently in the shadows keeping an eye on his team mate and friend, not wanting to
intrude but unwilling to let him mourn alone--even if he didn't know he wasn't.
The second time he'd found Rodney here he had told himself it was another accident. He watched Rodney toss his jacket on a chair, watched as he stood staring out the doors to the ocean beyond. When Rodney opened the doors and stepped outside John had moved a little farther into the room, still in the shadows, still hidden behind the ancient's artistic building designs.
Rodney braced himself on the railing, head hanging down, tension practically rippling through the man's back. John jumped when he heard the doors behind him close and lock, pressing himself against the wall as Rodney walked back into the room.
John held back the embarrassed gasp as Rodney slid his shirt up and over surprisingly muscled shoulders. Telling himself he should get out, leave Rodney to his privacy as the man reached for his belt. John felt a little flip in his stomach as his feet stayed firmly planted to their spot. He could feel himself blushing as Rodney slid his pants over hips and down to the floor, as he watched him climb onto the middle of the bed.
He just laid there on his back, arm thrown over his eyes. John wondered if he was simply going to go to sleep, hoping it wouldn't be long until Rodney's breathing evened out giving John the chance to escape unnoticed from the room. Then John's mouth went dry. Rodney's free hand slid down his exposed stomach, moving ever lower until he was stroking himself through his boxers.
Rodney's moan was low and arousing, and John found his own pants growing tighter at the sound. He watched Rodney's hand slip under the waistband of his boxers, gently freeing his erection. Wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock Rodney stroked upwards, once then twice before swirling his thumb over the head with a gasp. John watched with a permanent blush as Rodney worked his cock, the stroking becoming erractic as his hips bucked off the bed and into his hand.
When Rodney came, he cried out, shuddering through the aftershocks and John fought the urge to slip a hand into his own pants. He should feel bad for watching, for invading Rodney's privacy, instead he wanted nothing more than to slip out of his darkened corner to straddle the man now panting on the bed before him--which was really weird considering John had never found himself attracted to another man before. He was more the full breasted, dark haired, brown eyed woman kind of guy--the fact that he was now rock hard for a flat chested, dark haired, blue eyed man made him feel beyond awkward. He wasn't gay.
After Rodney had left, John waited a few minutes before returning to his own quarters. He took a quick shower, relieving himself and letting the water wash clean the come smeared wall. He was determined to ignore what he had seen, ignore the way his body responded--he wasn't gay.
The nights following he'd jerked off to every remembered face of every woman he'd ever had sex with trying to prove to himself that he was attracted to women. He'd even reached the point where he purposely noticed the good looking men in Atlantis, satisfied that none of them did anything for him, managing to convince himself that what had happened was nothing to worry about. All the while ignoring the little voice whispering in the back of his mind that it was easy to pass it off as nothing while he was studiously avoiding Rodney McKay.
The last time he found McKay--with company.
He watched Rodney panting as the woman straddling his hips fucked herself on him and John felt a small part of himself break. He turned from the room, eyes closed, knowing he would never return again.
Author: ForCryinOutLoud
Rating: NC17
Category: Angst/Drama
He had found this spot by accident, a routine scouting of this section of the city, and decided it was just the type of place he needed. Somewhere he could escape, relax, try and forget the losses, forget the horrors this galaxy presented daily and instead think of the good things Pegasus offered, remember ferris wheels, fast cars and even faster women.
Stumbling upon McKay here had been an accident too. He arrived one evening, after a particularly hard mission, to find Rodney pacing the room in obvious agitation. Watching in fascination as Rodney tore off his jacket, flinging it across the room, John thought about just how hard this mission had been on Rodney. John was a soldier, one who was used to losing people under his command, not that it ever got easier but you came to expect it at some point and John really hoped Rodney would never reach that point. He'd lost two of his science team today and that loss was clearly evident on McKay's face as he sat tiredly on the bed in the middle of the room staring out the balcony windows.
He considered making his presence known, telling Rodney it wasn't his fault, that he'd done the best he could and that was all anyone could ask of him. Remembering being on the receiving end of such conversations had changed his mind--John knew that no words could help rid Rodney of the guilt he was feeling and knew that in time he'd be able to deal with the loss. For now, John stood silently in the shadows keeping an eye on his team mate and friend, not wanting to
intrude but unwilling to let him mourn alone--even if he didn't know he wasn't.
The second time he'd found Rodney here he had told himself it was another accident. He watched Rodney toss his jacket on a chair, watched as he stood staring out the doors to the ocean beyond. When Rodney opened the doors and stepped outside John had moved a little farther into the room, still in the shadows, still hidden behind the ancient's artistic building designs.
Rodney braced himself on the railing, head hanging down, tension practically rippling through the man's back. John jumped when he heard the doors behind him close and lock, pressing himself against the wall as Rodney walked back into the room.
John held back the embarrassed gasp as Rodney slid his shirt up and over surprisingly muscled shoulders. Telling himself he should get out, leave Rodney to his privacy as the man reached for his belt. John felt a little flip in his stomach as his feet stayed firmly planted to their spot. He could feel himself blushing as Rodney slid his pants over hips and down to the floor, as he watched him climb onto the middle of the bed.
He just laid there on his back, arm thrown over his eyes. John wondered if he was simply going to go to sleep, hoping it wouldn't be long until Rodney's breathing evened out giving John the chance to escape unnoticed from the room. Then John's mouth went dry. Rodney's free hand slid down his exposed stomach, moving ever lower until he was stroking himself through his boxers.
Rodney's moan was low and arousing, and John found his own pants growing tighter at the sound. He watched Rodney's hand slip under the waistband of his boxers, gently freeing his erection. Wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock Rodney stroked upwards, once then twice before swirling his thumb over the head with a gasp. John watched with a permanent blush as Rodney worked his cock, the stroking becoming erractic as his hips bucked off the bed and into his hand.
When Rodney came, he cried out, shuddering through the aftershocks and John fought the urge to slip a hand into his own pants. He should feel bad for watching, for invading Rodney's privacy, instead he wanted nothing more than to slip out of his darkened corner to straddle the man now panting on the bed before him--which was really weird considering John had never found himself attracted to another man before. He was more the full breasted, dark haired, brown eyed woman kind of guy--the fact that he was now rock hard for a flat chested, dark haired, blue eyed man made him feel beyond awkward. He wasn't gay.
After Rodney had left, John waited a few minutes before returning to his own quarters. He took a quick shower, relieving himself and letting the water wash clean the come smeared wall. He was determined to ignore what he had seen, ignore the way his body responded--he wasn't gay.
The nights following he'd jerked off to every remembered face of every woman he'd ever had sex with trying to prove to himself that he was attracted to women. He'd even reached the point where he purposely noticed the good looking men in Atlantis, satisfied that none of them did anything for him, managing to convince himself that what had happened was nothing to worry about. All the while ignoring the little voice whispering in the back of his mind that it was easy to pass it off as nothing while he was studiously avoiding Rodney McKay.
The last time he found McKay--with company.
He watched Rodney panting as the woman straddling his hips fucked herself on him and John felt a small part of himself break. He turned from the room, eyes closed, knowing he would never return again.
