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history_gurl) wrote2005-11-14 03:30 pm
history_gurl) wrote2005-11-14 03:30 pm
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A short fic
I wrote this for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_flashfic darkness challenge, then promptly forgot to post it here. So, um, here it is. :)
Title: What He Will Not See
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: Hmmm, R? NC 17 ?
Warnings: None
What He Will Not See
Rodney thrust frantically, chest hitching in gasping breaths as he struggled toward and away at the same time. He could feel the cool metal of the wall kiss the small of his back where his shirt rode up. He could hear the laptop fans blowing quietly, following each other in sequence across the room. He could taste stale coffee as he frantically licked his parted lips. He could see it all in his mind, and so he kept his eyes tightly closed.
But feeling, oh feeling. The hand stripped his shaft mercilessly; thumb flicking over the head with no discernible pattern. This time, maybe, no, the next? His hips stuttered forward and back, trying to impose order on randomness. There, the hard press of a calloused finger, rubbing the throbbing vein. Then, a squeeze, hard and tight, right at the base, trapping the rush, driving his head back against the unforgiving wall.
“Please.” The word slid out from some place that his brain couldn’t control. The longing should have shamed him, but it didn’t. “Please,” he whispered again.
“C’mon, McKay, you know how this works.” The words growled so close to his ear were all the prompting his own hands needed.
Fingers that could fly across a keyboard proved equally adept with belts and buttons, reaching past all obstacles to reach their prize. Wrapping his hand around the hot length, he pulled and stroked while those clever fingers tapped scales and algorithms on every downstroke.
Soon, the only sounds in the room were the slick glide of flesh on flesh, and the muted humming of the fans. There were no more words, no breathy moans, no whispered names, just the rhythmic pulse of push and pull and twist. Hands grasped tightly, smearing excitement in their haste, coaxing hips into rough arcs.
Rodney felt it, the trembling that started in his knees, then shot through his spine. He could feel his balls draw up as his head thumped back against the wall again. He tightened his stroke, short, sharp jerks that would show the purple, straining head of the cock, if only he’d open his eyes to look. He heard a low groan as heat coated his hand, and the strong smell of sex assailed his nostrils. With one last pull of that talented hand, he felt his own release spill through him.
And with a suddenness that always surprised him, the sounds and smells and textures disappeared in a surge of brilliance. Colours dazzled the space behind his screwed shut eyes, floating in bursts that sang. It was brightness and light and joy, and as it faded, he heard the door to the lab slide open.
“Later, McKay.”
Peeling his eyelids apart, he saw Major Sheppard tuck his hand into his jacket pocket, clothes as straight as his shoulders, then stride through the door. And Rodney slid down the wall into the darkness.
sga_flashfic darkness challenge, then promptly forgot to post it here. So, um, here it is. :)Title: What He Will Not See
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: Hmmm, R? NC 17 ?
Warnings: None
What He Will Not See
Rodney thrust frantically, chest hitching in gasping breaths as he struggled toward and away at the same time. He could feel the cool metal of the wall kiss the small of his back where his shirt rode up. He could hear the laptop fans blowing quietly, following each other in sequence across the room. He could taste stale coffee as he frantically licked his parted lips. He could see it all in his mind, and so he kept his eyes tightly closed.
But feeling, oh feeling. The hand stripped his shaft mercilessly; thumb flicking over the head with no discernible pattern. This time, maybe, no, the next? His hips stuttered forward and back, trying to impose order on randomness. There, the hard press of a calloused finger, rubbing the throbbing vein. Then, a squeeze, hard and tight, right at the base, trapping the rush, driving his head back against the unforgiving wall.
“Please.” The word slid out from some place that his brain couldn’t control. The longing should have shamed him, but it didn’t. “Please,” he whispered again.
“C’mon, McKay, you know how this works.” The words growled so close to his ear were all the prompting his own hands needed.
Fingers that could fly across a keyboard proved equally adept with belts and buttons, reaching past all obstacles to reach their prize. Wrapping his hand around the hot length, he pulled and stroked while those clever fingers tapped scales and algorithms on every downstroke.
Soon, the only sounds in the room were the slick glide of flesh on flesh, and the muted humming of the fans. There were no more words, no breathy moans, no whispered names, just the rhythmic pulse of push and pull and twist. Hands grasped tightly, smearing excitement in their haste, coaxing hips into rough arcs.
Rodney felt it, the trembling that started in his knees, then shot through his spine. He could feel his balls draw up as his head thumped back against the wall again. He tightened his stroke, short, sharp jerks that would show the purple, straining head of the cock, if only he’d open his eyes to look. He heard a low groan as heat coated his hand, and the strong smell of sex assailed his nostrils. With one last pull of that talented hand, he felt his own release spill through him.
And with a suddenness that always surprised him, the sounds and smells and textures disappeared in a surge of brilliance. Colours dazzled the space behind his screwed shut eyes, floating in bursts that sang. It was brightness and light and joy, and as it faded, he heard the door to the lab slide open.
“Later, McKay.”
Peeling his eyelids apart, he saw Major Sheppard tuck his hand into his jacket pocket, clothes as straight as his shoulders, then stride through the door. And Rodney slid down the wall into the darkness.
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Thanks, hon. Hope you're having a good day/week/month.
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Hope you're having a good day/week/month, too!