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Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006, 02:28 pm
flickerswitch:

Title: 39 And Beyond
Author: flickerswitch
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay (McShep)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These blokes are not my property, nor is what happened in 38 Minutes but the story is mine all mine :o)
Feedback: Please Do
Summary: Rodney has to repair the Puddle Jumper and keep an eye on a frustrated John. Even more complicated than it sounds.
Comments: Big spoilers for 38 Minutes (104). With big thankies to maybourne for the beta :o)




“I just don’t get why you have to do it,” John whined, crossing his arms and letting his head hit the wall of the puddle jumper with an audible thud. He immediately wished he hadn’t, as stars of pain shot across his vision.

“I imagine that hurt a fair bit more than you thought it would, didn’t it?” Rodney commented mildly, keeping his back to John, hands entangled in a mass of shiny blue wiring. He spared a quick look for the Major, a brief flash of concern in his eyes, “You okay?”.

John waved a hand, the other going to scratch at the dressing on his neck, “Yeah yeah, I’m fine, quit your worrying.”

“Good,” the concern was replaced by a superior smirk, “And to answer your question: Because I am the man best qualified, nay, able to do it. The Puddle Jumper won’t fix itself.”

“What about Zelenka?” John went for the jugular, “He figured out how to retract the engine pods…” He tried to look as innocent as possible as Rodney swung round, gazing up from under his eyelashes.

“You know,” Rodney snarked, waving a crystal at him, “I just don’t know why I volunteered to keep an eye on you. It’s no better than babysitting a small child! Now if you don’t stop whining and let me do this then I’m sending you back to the infirmary.”

“And I’ll tell Beckett that you let me come and play in the jumper bay instead of making me stay in bed...”

Rodney felt a strong pair of hands grip his waist and a body grind up against his back, marvelling at how silently John could move when he wanted to. Over-zealous lips kissed and lapped hard at his neck, moving quickly over the skin, John’s arousal an evident hard bulge against his ass.

John resisted the urge to nip at the scientist’s neck, knowing he liked it and liking the dominance that went with it as well, it wouldn’t do for McKay to walk out of the jumper bay with bite marks all over him in conspicuous places. Instead he tugged at Rodney’s shirt, sinking his teeth into the flesh at the curve where shoulder met neck; he kissed the bite mark, feeling Rodney shudder against him.

“Not here,” Rodney protested weakly as he was turned around and pushed onto the bench running the length of the jumper bulkhead, “The jumper doesn’t even have a hatch, anyone could see!”

“Then,” John straddled Rodney’s hips and quirked an eyebrow at him, “We’ll be quick.”

Leaning forward John started to grind their hips together slowly, twisting his at the pinnacle of each thrust, knowing it was a touch Rodney enjoyed. His hands fumbled to push up Rodney’s blue shirt and he ducked, catching a nipple under his mouth and rolling his tongue around it before sucking it between his teeth and biting gently.

Exhaling harshly at the sharp but ‘oh god that’s good’ pain, Rodney arched his back and immediately felt John’s hands slide under him. He shifted until John’s hands found and caught his shoulders and the friction being applied to his aching hard-on through the material of his pants doubled as John used his grip to drag their hips together harder.

John swallowed Rodney’s cry whole, bringing his mouth down on Rodney’s and kissing him as deep and as hard as he could, scraping his tongue over the ridge of his teeth and licking hot swirls across the roof of his mouth. He stretched out, making his rhythm faster.

“Oh god,” Rodney gasped, as soon as John’s mouth moved away to suck in and tease the skin just below his ear, “god that’s good.” He hooked one leg over the major’s and grabbed his ass with both hands, arching his hips up to meet John’s. Sliding one hand over to rest between John’s legs, fingers applying pressure in all the right places.

John’s breathing became sharp pants, the occasional uncontrolled rushes of air catching his vocal chords and making him moan and whimper as he fast neared climax. Hitching himself onto his knees again and balancing precariously on one hand he reached down to the waistband of his pants.

Rodney batted the major’s hand away and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down, “You can’t,” he whispered harshly, “you’ll make a mess.”

“I need more, Rodney.” John gasped into the scientist’s neck, “Please.”

Smirking, Rodney brought his knee up between John’s legs and slid his hand under the waistband of his own trousers, his eyes tight shut as he jerked himself off while John rocked himself hard against Rodney’s thigh.

John tensed, watching Rodney stroke himself; his partner was so close, he could tell by the pronounced frown of concentration on his face that dragged the corner of his mouth down further than usual. John’s mind took him the final steps and he came hard, shuddering and sinking his teeth into Rodney’s shoulder to muffle his loud moan of rapture. As his climax passed he was left reeling, dizzy from the tremors. Empty but pleasantly warm and fuzzy, hips still rolling redundantly.

Beneath him Rodney gave a sharp cry and bucked, climaxing only seconds after John and the major let himself sink down to lie across the other man, aware that Rodney’s hand was still inside his pants. He was already beginning to feel uncomfortable but he was too exhausted to move.

Warm lips found John’s for a tender kiss, he loved Rodney’s post-coital bedside manner - he had an affection that no one would ever guess that he was capable of unless they’d woken up next to him before.

“Come on,” Rodney murmured against John’s lips, “I think we both need a shower before I return you to the infirmary.”

“You know,” John quirked his eyebrows, “I still need my bed rest and I am feeling a little shagged…”

“Aww,” Rodney reached up to pat John on the cheek, “Need me to tuck you in?”

John grinned and pressed another kiss onto Rodney’s lips, “If you wouldn’t mind...”