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sga_flashficTitle: Close My Eyes, So I Can See
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sethoz
Characters/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: UK 15
Words: 789
Genre: Fluff/PWP
Notes: To counteract the dark fic I posted a couple of days ago, here is some light and p0rny McShep. Thanks to wonderfulklo_the_hobbit for being my beta, she completely rocks!
Summary: John can sometimes see better with his eyes closed.
Close My Eyes, So I Can See
It begins in his room.
It's always his room, never Rodney's room. Sheppard doesn't know why, except maybe its because he's never spent the night in Rodney's room, and he can't bring himself to conjure up a room to fit Rodney in a sex sense, because he is impossible to define in easy words and images.
Arms slip around his waist, lips at his neck, warm and lush. The other man is pressed tightly against his back, the heat radiating from the large body and into his back. John sighs, arching back to give Rodney better access to his neck.
Whenever he uses this fantasy, he always finds his eyes slipping close, as he falls onto the bed. He makes a little moan, wanting to drag it out, but even as a fantasy, Rodney is pushy and forward.
“John.” It's whispered and quiet, so quiet it almost can't be heard unless you were listening for it and oh, John was. He looks up at Rodney, gasping slightly as the scientist grasps John's cock, fingering it and lightly running a finger up and down the shaft.
Sheppard gives another low moan, his eyes still close and his hips thrust upwards, his slender fingers stroking his cock as he imagined other fingers on it, longer, more delicate ones. He thinks Rodney has the fingers of an artist, though he would never admit it out loud. It was Rodney's hands which attracted Sheppard first, the way the fingers would dart around as he waved his hands to help express his points.
“Look at me John.” It's spoken in Rodney's most commanding tone and John can't tear his eyes away from Rodney's flushed face, from the way Rodney is staring at him, as if he can see inside him. Its the look Rodney always gives the Ancient devices he works on and John finds it such a turn on that even before the hand increases in speed he finds himself thrusting faster.
Sheppard's hips are rocking violently now, his free hand gripping a handful of sheet tightly as he arcs off the bed, cool air brushing against his naked flesh, his other hand pumping away at his cock. He moans and groans, the sounds low and dirty as his eyes open slowly, unfocused, still seeing his fantasy.
“John, oh god, John.” Rodney's babbling now and it's so hot that John has to bite his lip to stop himself coming right there and then, and ending it too soon. It never ceases to surprise him, how affected Rodney is by the sounds John makes and he can't hold it any more, his hips pushing upwards one last tim-
“Ohgodohgodohgod.” The rushed manta disrupts John, even as he cries out, feeling himself come. A half hearted scowl is already forming on his face as he lets his eyes refocus.
“Liked that did you?” John asks, already knowing the answer as Rodney cries out, coming as well, a babble of incoherent words falling out of his mouth. John smiles softly as Rodney collapses on the bed next to him, his eyes still wide as he gives his cock a last stroke.
“You're so hot when you do that.” Rodney mummers into John's side, the tremors caused by the sound feeling like shock waves on his tender flesh. “Touching yourself, letting me watch...” His hand creeps out as if reaching for John's still spent cock before pulling back, an aborted gesture that makes John's heart ache suddenly for a moment.
“It's you, you know.” John said quietly, after lying quietly for a few minutes, thinking about the movement and why it might hurt. Rodney lifts his head to stare at him, a confused expression one his face.
“What?”
“Who I think about when I jerk off for you. It's you. It's always been you. Even before.” He admits and as a reward he gets to see Rodney speechless, the mouth dropping open for a moment before snapping shut, a faint smile on his face.
“Always?”
“Always.” John assures him and Rodney gives a little hum, almost bouncing, vibrating slightly and even his fingers look happy as they dance along John's bare arm. John smiles back, the smile increasing as he feels Rodney's cock pressing against his leg. He reaches for Rodney, his hand snaking around Rodney's nape as he draws him in for a kiss. Jerking off on his own, with a fantasy Rodney and knowing the real Rodney was watching was good, but sex with a real Rodney was much better.
His last thoughts are maybe next time they can do it in Rodney's room, to give him more fantasy material and that he ought to get Rodney to jerk off for him. Then he's only thinking in terms of 'yes' and 'more' and 'hot'.
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Author:
sethozCharacters/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: UK 15
Words: 789
Genre: Fluff/PWP
Notes: To counteract the dark fic I posted a couple of days ago, here is some light and p0rny McShep. Thanks to wonderful
klo_the_hobbit for being my beta, she completely rocks!Summary: John can sometimes see better with his eyes closed.
It begins in his room.
It's always his room, never Rodney's room. Sheppard doesn't know why, except maybe its because he's never spent the night in Rodney's room, and he can't bring himself to conjure up a room to fit Rodney in a sex sense, because he is impossible to define in easy words and images.
Arms slip around his waist, lips at his neck, warm and lush. The other man is pressed tightly against his back, the heat radiating from the large body and into his back. John sighs, arching back to give Rodney better access to his neck.
Whenever he uses this fantasy, he always finds his eyes slipping close, as he falls onto the bed. He makes a little moan, wanting to drag it out, but even as a fantasy, Rodney is pushy and forward.
“John.” It's whispered and quiet, so quiet it almost can't be heard unless you were listening for it and oh, John was. He looks up at Rodney, gasping slightly as the scientist grasps John's cock, fingering it and lightly running a finger up and down the shaft.
Sheppard gives another low moan, his eyes still close and his hips thrust upwards, his slender fingers stroking his cock as he imagined other fingers on it, longer, more delicate ones. He thinks Rodney has the fingers of an artist, though he would never admit it out loud. It was Rodney's hands which attracted Sheppard first, the way the fingers would dart around as he waved his hands to help express his points.
“Look at me John.” It's spoken in Rodney's most commanding tone and John can't tear his eyes away from Rodney's flushed face, from the way Rodney is staring at him, as if he can see inside him. Its the look Rodney always gives the Ancient devices he works on and John finds it such a turn on that even before the hand increases in speed he finds himself thrusting faster.
Sheppard's hips are rocking violently now, his free hand gripping a handful of sheet tightly as he arcs off the bed, cool air brushing against his naked flesh, his other hand pumping away at his cock. He moans and groans, the sounds low and dirty as his eyes open slowly, unfocused, still seeing his fantasy.
“John, oh god, John.” Rodney's babbling now and it's so hot that John has to bite his lip to stop himself coming right there and then, and ending it too soon. It never ceases to surprise him, how affected Rodney is by the sounds John makes and he can't hold it any more, his hips pushing upwards one last tim-
“Ohgodohgodohgod.” The rushed manta disrupts John, even as he cries out, feeling himself come. A half hearted scowl is already forming on his face as he lets his eyes refocus.
“Liked that did you?” John asks, already knowing the answer as Rodney cries out, coming as well, a babble of incoherent words falling out of his mouth. John smiles softly as Rodney collapses on the bed next to him, his eyes still wide as he gives his cock a last stroke.
“You're so hot when you do that.” Rodney mummers into John's side, the tremors caused by the sound feeling like shock waves on his tender flesh. “Touching yourself, letting me watch...” His hand creeps out as if reaching for John's still spent cock before pulling back, an aborted gesture that makes John's heart ache suddenly for a moment.
“It's you, you know.” John said quietly, after lying quietly for a few minutes, thinking about the movement and why it might hurt. Rodney lifts his head to stare at him, a confused expression one his face.
“What?”
“Who I think about when I jerk off for you. It's you. It's always been you. Even before.” He admits and as a reward he gets to see Rodney speechless, the mouth dropping open for a moment before snapping shut, a faint smile on his face.
“Always?”
“Always.” John assures him and Rodney gives a little hum, almost bouncing, vibrating slightly and even his fingers look happy as they dance along John's bare arm. John smiles back, the smile increasing as he feels Rodney's cock pressing against his leg. He reaches for Rodney, his hand snaking around Rodney's nape as he draws him in for a kiss. Jerking off on his own, with a fantasy Rodney and knowing the real Rodney was watching was good, but sex with a real Rodney was much better.
His last thoughts are maybe next time they can do it in Rodney's room, to give him more fantasy material and that he ought to get Rodney to jerk off for him. Then he's only thinking in terms of 'yes' and 'more' and 'hot'.
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Date: 2005-05-15 08:57 pm (UTC)I loved how you made it seem like it was just John alone until the end *g* Very hot!! Hee! Now that you've started writing teh pr0n you must not stop ;)
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Date: 2005-05-16 01:01 pm (UTC)This p0rn was acually easier to write than my first attempt... you should write some hot now!
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Date: 2005-05-16 01:32 pm (UTC)*snort* I'm beta-ing for CJ and still have to finish those non-drabbles:P If I can get the muses to co-operate *sigh*
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Date: 2005-05-16 01:23 am (UTC)Oh, and this bit?
"and even his fingers look happy"
I really loved this bit. Exactly Rodney. *ZenHugs*
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Date: 2005-05-16 04:55 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing!
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