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aithine had a bad day, and she asked for porn. So, I volunteered to write some. Then, she asked for story with her porn. *sigh*
Well, I wrote, and I cajoled the muses, and I wrote some more, then I let it sit on my hard drive for a couple of days ... and then I finally finished it! Yay me!
Here it is, porn foraithine. And I didn't even make her beta her own story. Thanks to blade_girl for the wonderful beta and title suggestion (even though I used mine). *vbg*
Title: Attitude Adjustment
Author: hg
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard (what a shock)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, earning nothing but praise (at least I hope so)
Summary: John is out of sorts
The door slid open as smoothly and silently as all the doors on Atlantis ever did. John wished that just once, he could slam a door open; he contented himself with throwing his jacket at his chair and kicking the wall … twice. He eyed his copy of War and Peace, contemplated throwing it, and imagined the satisfying thud it would make. But even the thought of flying Russians wasn’t going to be enough this time.
“Flying.” Part of John was sure that talking to himself was a bad thing, but he ignored that part. “Yeah, that’d be a good thing. Flying is always a good thing.” Grabbing his jacket, and sparing one last look for the abused wall, he thought the door open and headed for the Control Room.
**********
“And you believe it is vital that you go to the mainland at this time?” John wondered briefly if that was amusement he heard in Elizabeth’s voice.
“Yes, I do. Dr. Zelenka finished the diagnostics on the Puddle Jumpers, and this would be a perfect time to test the new protocols he designed for low atmospheric flight.”
“Of course it would. The fact that you’ve been grounded for the last week has nothing to do with it at all.” John was certain he saw a grin lurking in Elizabeth’s eyes, but she continued before he could call her on it. “Maybe you could retrieve Dr. McKay for us while you’re out? Three days should have been plenty of time for him to study those ruins north of the Athosian village.”
“Sure, great, we’re good to go?”
“You’re good to go, Major.” No mistaking the laugh that followed his sprint from the Control Room. “Have fun!”
**********
The Puddle Jumper settled smoothly on the ground near a field pack and array of laptop, cables and electronic gadgets. John assumed the owner of the items was somewhere within the tangled mess of fallen walls, weeds and low bushes. Opening the back hatch, he walked out to begin his search for his errant teammate.
“McKay? Hey, McKay, your ride’s here!” Silence greeted his calls and John felt his anger and restlessness creeping back in. All the calm he had felt as he put the Jumper through its paces was being displaced by a subtle anxiety. “McKay!”
Drawing his sidearm, John approached the first low wall. Pushing aside the overgrown creepers, he scanned the terrain for threats and friendlies; finding neither, John stepped around the obstacle and continued his search of the ruins. Three buildings later, no hostiles, but still no McKay either. Reaching for his radio, he rounded the last wall and found the Canadian, enthralled with whatever was scrolling across his Ancient handheld. Anxiety blossomed into full blown irritation.
“McKay!” John snapped, deriving some satisfaction out of seeing the scientist jump.
“What! Are you trying to kill me, Major?” The satisfaction was short lived in the face of McKay’s pissiness.
John carefully reholstered his sidearm and stared down at the man sitting on the ground before him. “No,” he said slowly, “I’m trying to take you back to Atlantis. In fact, I’ve been trying to do that for the last half hour. Now, get your stuff and let’s go.”
“Major, I’m not finished here. These buildings obviously housed some type of power generation facility. The readings I’m getting are –“
“Three days.”
“What?”
“You’ve had three days, McKay. Are there any ZPMs here?” John watched the other man slowly stand, attention still focused on the handheld. “I’m guessing, no, since you didn’t radio Atlantis and I don’t see one on the ground beside you.”
“As I said, these readings are –“
“Going to have to be analyzed back in your lab,” John interrupted. “Pack it up.” Not waiting to see if his directive had been obeyed, John set off back to the Jumper, missing the considering look thrown his way.
**********
John had just finished stowing the last of the cables in the overhead Jumper compartments when McKay stepped in, carrying the laptop. “That it?” John didn’t wait for an answer. “Good.”
“I owe Zelenka an apology.” The quiet words stopped John in his tracks.
“What?”
“Well, when he radioed to tell me what an ass you were being, I didn’t believe him. I told him you were just frustrated because Carson grounded you. How is the arm, by the way?”
“My arm is fine, and I am not being an ass,” John ground out, striding toward the pilot’s chair.
“No, now you’re acting like a bear with a sore head.” McKay followed him forward, still talking. “You know, my grandmother used to say that about my grandfather all the time and I never really understood what she meant. Always thought it was a stupid saying, until now. Now, I can see exactly what she meant.”
“Are you comparing me to your grandmother, McKay?” John stopped and turned around suddenly, forcing the two men into close proximity.
“No, I think I’m comparing you to my grandfather, Major. Please pay attention. Oh, and could you tell me what caused this grand mood you seem to be in?” John watched McKay cross his arms and assume his ‘scientist-looking-for-answers’ air.
“I’m not in a mood! I’m fine. I just want to get back to Atlantis.”
“Hmm, yes, clearly no mood here, at all.” McKay tilted his head, looking at John critically. “So, when did this not mood strike? Zelenka only radioed yesterday, but you must have been bothering him for a while before that. Have you been in a bad mood the whole three days?”
“I’m not in a bad mood!” John’s roar should have rocked McKay back on his heels, but instead, it prompted a smile. “What?”
“You missed me.” McKay poked John in the chest.
“Excuse me?”
“You,” poke, “missed,” poke, “me,” poke.
“I did no-“
“Ah!” The poking finger was raised warningly. “Don’t make me use this again.”
John glared at McKay, but the other man wasn’t cowed in the least. “Fine, I missed you. Happy now?”
“No, but I will be soon.” Reaching up slowly, McKay cupped the back of John’s head in his broad palm and gently pressed their lips together. Before he could do more than tease his tongue across the seam of those lips, John took control of the kiss.
The gentleness of the original meeting was lost in a rush of teeth and tongue and pressure. John grabbed and pushed until he had McKay pressed against the wall of the Puddle Jumper behind the co-pilot’s chair. Bracing one hand, he lifted his head to stare into bemused blue eyes. “Damn it, Rodney! I was stuck in that infirmary for four days, and then, when Carson released me, you were off chasing energy signatures.”
“So now you’re chasing me?” McKay did not look troubled by that idea.
John lowered his head until his lips were at Rodney’s ear. “Now I’ve caught you,” he breathed, then nipped at the lobe. Undistracted by Rodney’s shiver, John worked his mouth down the exposed neck. He swirled his tongue over salty skin, the raspy stubble tickling his taste buds. He lingered over Rodney’s pulse, feeling it flutter against his lips, and when he opened his mouth to suck hard on that spot, he dragged a groan from his partner. Still chewing lightly on Rodney’s neck, John began to move his hands down the other man’s body.
Fingers skimmed over ribs as lips traced a sharp collarbone. Rodney’s hands clutched John’s shoulders when those same fingers dipped lower, stroking his erection. His hips thrust forward as his head banged back against the Jumper wall. When he felt his belt being loosened, he groaned again. “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m trying to make us both happy.” John waited until Rodney’s eyes opened, then slowly lowered himself to his knees.
“What? Here? Now? What if Atlantis tries to contact us? What if they send another Jumper out when we don’t respond?” Rodney was so busy speaking, he didn’t notice that John had lowered his pants and boxers.
“Rodney?” John wrapped his hand around the hard length and gazed up through his lashes. “Shut up.”
“Shutting up.”
Both men moaned as John encircled the head of Rodney’s cock with his lips. He inhaled deeply, smelling sweat and musk and sunshine; John was content to stay like that for a long moment, but a subtle twitch of Rodney’s hips brought him back on task. Flattening his tongue, he began to work his mouth up and down the hard shaft, lips sliding over silky steel. Drawing back, he traced the tip of his tongue around the head, flicking the sensitive underside, then pressing hard against it, then twisting to suck just that spot the way Rodney liked. When he felt Rodney’s hands settle on his head, he slid his lips as far down the shaft as he could and hummed. A broken shout was his only warning, and he pulled back to let Rodney fill his mouth, continuing to lick and suck until the other man was spent.
Settling on his haunches, John watched Rodney slide down the wall in front of him then leaned in for a kiss. “I missed you too,” Rodney said, so close that John could feel the words as well as hear them.
John’s grin lit the inside of the Puddle Jumper. “Good, let’s go home.”
aithine had a bad day, and she asked for porn. So, I volunteered to write some. Then, she asked for story with her porn. *sigh*Well, I wrote, and I cajoled the muses, and I wrote some more, then I let it sit on my hard drive for a couple of days ... and then I finally finished it! Yay me!
Here it is, porn for
aithine. And I didn't even make her beta her own story. Thanks to blade_girl for the wonderful beta and title suggestion (even though I used mine). *vbg*Title: Attitude Adjustment
Author: hg
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard (what a shock)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, earning nothing but praise (at least I hope so)
Summary: John is out of sorts
The door slid open as smoothly and silently as all the doors on Atlantis ever did. John wished that just once, he could slam a door open; he contented himself with throwing his jacket at his chair and kicking the wall … twice. He eyed his copy of War and Peace, contemplated throwing it, and imagined the satisfying thud it would make. But even the thought of flying Russians wasn’t going to be enough this time.
“Flying.” Part of John was sure that talking to himself was a bad thing, but he ignored that part. “Yeah, that’d be a good thing. Flying is always a good thing.” Grabbing his jacket, and sparing one last look for the abused wall, he thought the door open and headed for the Control Room.
**********
“And you believe it is vital that you go to the mainland at this time?” John wondered briefly if that was amusement he heard in Elizabeth’s voice.
“Yes, I do. Dr. Zelenka finished the diagnostics on the Puddle Jumpers, and this would be a perfect time to test the new protocols he designed for low atmospheric flight.”
“Of course it would. The fact that you’ve been grounded for the last week has nothing to do with it at all.” John was certain he saw a grin lurking in Elizabeth’s eyes, but she continued before he could call her on it. “Maybe you could retrieve Dr. McKay for us while you’re out? Three days should have been plenty of time for him to study those ruins north of the Athosian village.”
“Sure, great, we’re good to go?”
“You’re good to go, Major.” No mistaking the laugh that followed his sprint from the Control Room. “Have fun!”
**********
The Puddle Jumper settled smoothly on the ground near a field pack and array of laptop, cables and electronic gadgets. John assumed the owner of the items was somewhere within the tangled mess of fallen walls, weeds and low bushes. Opening the back hatch, he walked out to begin his search for his errant teammate.
“McKay? Hey, McKay, your ride’s here!” Silence greeted his calls and John felt his anger and restlessness creeping back in. All the calm he had felt as he put the Jumper through its paces was being displaced by a subtle anxiety. “McKay!”
Drawing his sidearm, John approached the first low wall. Pushing aside the overgrown creepers, he scanned the terrain for threats and friendlies; finding neither, John stepped around the obstacle and continued his search of the ruins. Three buildings later, no hostiles, but still no McKay either. Reaching for his radio, he rounded the last wall and found the Canadian, enthralled with whatever was scrolling across his Ancient handheld. Anxiety blossomed into full blown irritation.
“McKay!” John snapped, deriving some satisfaction out of seeing the scientist jump.
“What! Are you trying to kill me, Major?” The satisfaction was short lived in the face of McKay’s pissiness.
John carefully reholstered his sidearm and stared down at the man sitting on the ground before him. “No,” he said slowly, “I’m trying to take you back to Atlantis. In fact, I’ve been trying to do that for the last half hour. Now, get your stuff and let’s go.”
“Major, I’m not finished here. These buildings obviously housed some type of power generation facility. The readings I’m getting are –“
“Three days.”
“What?”
“You’ve had three days, McKay. Are there any ZPMs here?” John watched the other man slowly stand, attention still focused on the handheld. “I’m guessing, no, since you didn’t radio Atlantis and I don’t see one on the ground beside you.”
“As I said, these readings are –“
“Going to have to be analyzed back in your lab,” John interrupted. “Pack it up.” Not waiting to see if his directive had been obeyed, John set off back to the Jumper, missing the considering look thrown his way.
**********
John had just finished stowing the last of the cables in the overhead Jumper compartments when McKay stepped in, carrying the laptop. “That it?” John didn’t wait for an answer. “Good.”
“I owe Zelenka an apology.” The quiet words stopped John in his tracks.
“What?”
“Well, when he radioed to tell me what an ass you were being, I didn’t believe him. I told him you were just frustrated because Carson grounded you. How is the arm, by the way?”
“My arm is fine, and I am not being an ass,” John ground out, striding toward the pilot’s chair.
“No, now you’re acting like a bear with a sore head.” McKay followed him forward, still talking. “You know, my grandmother used to say that about my grandfather all the time and I never really understood what she meant. Always thought it was a stupid saying, until now. Now, I can see exactly what she meant.”
“Are you comparing me to your grandmother, McKay?” John stopped and turned around suddenly, forcing the two men into close proximity.
“No, I think I’m comparing you to my grandfather, Major. Please pay attention. Oh, and could you tell me what caused this grand mood you seem to be in?” John watched McKay cross his arms and assume his ‘scientist-looking-for-answers’ air.
“I’m not in a mood! I’m fine. I just want to get back to Atlantis.”
“Hmm, yes, clearly no mood here, at all.” McKay tilted his head, looking at John critically. “So, when did this not mood strike? Zelenka only radioed yesterday, but you must have been bothering him for a while before that. Have you been in a bad mood the whole three days?”
“I’m not in a bad mood!” John’s roar should have rocked McKay back on his heels, but instead, it prompted a smile. “What?”
“You missed me.” McKay poked John in the chest.
“Excuse me?”
“You,” poke, “missed,” poke, “me,” poke.
“I did no-“
“Ah!” The poking finger was raised warningly. “Don’t make me use this again.”
John glared at McKay, but the other man wasn’t cowed in the least. “Fine, I missed you. Happy now?”
“No, but I will be soon.” Reaching up slowly, McKay cupped the back of John’s head in his broad palm and gently pressed their lips together. Before he could do more than tease his tongue across the seam of those lips, John took control of the kiss.
The gentleness of the original meeting was lost in a rush of teeth and tongue and pressure. John grabbed and pushed until he had McKay pressed against the wall of the Puddle Jumper behind the co-pilot’s chair. Bracing one hand, he lifted his head to stare into bemused blue eyes. “Damn it, Rodney! I was stuck in that infirmary for four days, and then, when Carson released me, you were off chasing energy signatures.”
“So now you’re chasing me?” McKay did not look troubled by that idea.
John lowered his head until his lips were at Rodney’s ear. “Now I’ve caught you,” he breathed, then nipped at the lobe. Undistracted by Rodney’s shiver, John worked his mouth down the exposed neck. He swirled his tongue over salty skin, the raspy stubble tickling his taste buds. He lingered over Rodney’s pulse, feeling it flutter against his lips, and when he opened his mouth to suck hard on that spot, he dragged a groan from his partner. Still chewing lightly on Rodney’s neck, John began to move his hands down the other man’s body.
Fingers skimmed over ribs as lips traced a sharp collarbone. Rodney’s hands clutched John’s shoulders when those same fingers dipped lower, stroking his erection. His hips thrust forward as his head banged back against the Jumper wall. When he felt his belt being loosened, he groaned again. “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m trying to make us both happy.” John waited until Rodney’s eyes opened, then slowly lowered himself to his knees.
“What? Here? Now? What if Atlantis tries to contact us? What if they send another Jumper out when we don’t respond?” Rodney was so busy speaking, he didn’t notice that John had lowered his pants and boxers.
“Rodney?” John wrapped his hand around the hard length and gazed up through his lashes. “Shut up.”
“Shutting up.”
Both men moaned as John encircled the head of Rodney’s cock with his lips. He inhaled deeply, smelling sweat and musk and sunshine; John was content to stay like that for a long moment, but a subtle twitch of Rodney’s hips brought him back on task. Flattening his tongue, he began to work his mouth up and down the hard shaft, lips sliding over silky steel. Drawing back, he traced the tip of his tongue around the head, flicking the sensitive underside, then pressing hard against it, then twisting to suck just that spot the way Rodney liked. When he felt Rodney’s hands settle on his head, he slid his lips as far down the shaft as he could and hummed. A broken shout was his only warning, and he pulled back to let Rodney fill his mouth, continuing to lick and suck until the other man was spent.
Settling on his haunches, John watched Rodney slide down the wall in front of him then leaned in for a kiss. “I missed you too,” Rodney said, so close that John could feel the words as well as hear them.
John’s grin lit the inside of the Puddle Jumper. “Good, let’s go home.”
