Title: Monolith
Fandom:Stargate Atlantis
Pairing, etc: McKay/Sheppard, with a smidge of Lorne/Beckett
Prompt: Teammates
Word Count: 1300
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: written for fanfic100 challenge, Teammates prompt (43 down, 57 to go) More proof that I'm incapable of writing a drabble, they always end up as fics...For trinityofone who wanted a drabble based on the icon under the cut and SGA, McKay/Sheppard, porn is a happy, happy thing. I dunno, I'm thinking maybe the Ancient monolith made them do it









“Fuck, that’s good, just like that.” John’s fingers twitched in Rodney’s hair as he pressed forward, sliding further into Rodney’s mouth. The stone was cold against his back, and through half-closed eyes John could see the little puffs his breath made every time he exhaled. His world was all about heat now though, the slick warmth of Rodney’s mouth around his cock, stroke slide of Rodney’s tongue along the head and, “Christ,” he shifted his legs apart, the press of Rodney’s large saliva-slicked finger slowly working its way into his ass.

He’d wanted -- needed -- this without even knowing it, after two fucking years of staring at Rodney’s crooked mouth as it snarked or explained or panicked, John had finally found out just what Rodney’s mouth was made for. Wide mouth that turned down on one end, thin upper lip and full bottom lip -- it was the most spec-fucking-tacular mouth in the world as it slid up and down the length of his cock. Who knew, who knew, that all it would take was getting stranded on a planet that seemed to consist of nothing but the Pegasus Galaxy’s version of Stonehenge, and Rodney would start using that mouth for something more than talking. At that moment, one hand sliding over Rodney’s jaw, the other brushing through feather soft hair, John didn’t give a good goddamn if he ever saw Atlantis again. They could just stay here, he and Rodney and Rodney’s mobile, gloriously hot/wet/soft mouth for the rest of their lives.

And yeah, now Rodney’s finger was fully inside him, learning him by touch, pushing and probing and god there, right there, stroking over something that made John see sparks. Something that made him tighten his hands in Rodney’s hair and thrust deep, to fuck Rodney’s mouth until he was coming, coming from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, right down Rodney’s throat. Rodney was making noises against his skin, wet slippery noises, eager greedy noises like he couldn’t get enough of John, couldn’t get enough of swallowing him down. John’s hips were still moving, shallow little stabs forward because Rodney was still taking him, taking everything that John had to offer until John’s cock couldn’t bear the slightest touch and had to pull away.

John shuddered again when Rodney’s big finger made one last press and slide and then pulled out, leaving him empty. Empty. And not having Rodney touch him was suddenly unacceptable, so John was hooking his hands under Rodney’s arms and pulling him up, pulling him to his feet. Turning and pressing Rodney against the cool stone now, leaning in and licking all along Rodney’s swollen mouth, tongue following the curve to where it made a downward turn at the corner. Then John pushed inside, licked inside the wonderful hot/wet/soft mouth that tasted like, tasted like him, and that made him shudder again. Taste of himself, earthy and bitter and all mixed up with Rodney’s mouth and Rodney’s tongue.

And John’s hands were scrabbling at Rodney’s clothes, jerking at his jacket and pushing his shirt up until he could feel hot skin under his palms. Could feel Rodney’s body quivering under his touch, his nipples - nipples that had taunted John for years – pebbling up under his fingers and making Rodney make those desperate little noises into John’s mouth. His other hand moved southward, sliding under Rodney’s waistband until there, there, crisp hair and fuck yeah, thick cock. John was shivering and biting now, biting at Rodney’s lower lip, sucking it and nipping it and soothing it with his tongue as his hand wrapped around that thick cock and pumped. Rodney’s hands were clutching at his ass, digging in hard and god, he wanted to feel that cock against his lips, wanted to suck it down, and he wanted to feel it inside him, wanted to --

“Colonel Sheppard! Doctor McKay!” Teyla was shouting at them, John just kept of kissing and stroking because no fucking way was he going to stop. Then rough hands were pulling at him, and somebody was screaming - somebody that sounded a lot like him - a terrible roar of anger and frustration as he and Rodney were separated. Ronon was in his face, pushing him back, standing between them and John was fighting, because he wanted, he needed, and then there was a surge of something, and the world went black.

+++

“So, let me get this straight,” and that was probably a poor word choice because Rodney flinched when he said it. “You’re saying the, what’s-it, Stonehengy thing...” John's felt himself flush.

“Monolith.” Lorne interjected helpfully and then returned to staring down at the pen in his hand.

“This monolith made me, made Rodney, made me and Rodney,” John looked anywhere except at where Rodney sat on the other side of the conference room table. “Made us…” his voice trailed off and he felt his flush deepen.

“Oh for God’s sake,” Rodney's voice was a fraction away from being a shout. “It made us rut on each other like dogs in heat, is that what you’re trying to say, Colonel?” Now John did look, and Rodney was flushed too, his chin jutting out as he stared at John through narrowed eyes.

John started to protest but finally just let out a sigh and nodded. “Basically.”

“That’s the theory anyway,” Carson interjected. “Since it only affected you and Rodney it’s probably some sort of reaction meant only for those with the Ancient gene.” Carson was flushed too as he shuffled the papers in front of him. “Teyla and Ronon weren’t affected, and neither were any of the team who went back to collect samples…except for the ones who have the gene.”

“Really?” Rodney was leaning forward in his seat again, his attention focused completely on Carson so John allowed himself to sneak a peek at Rodney’s mouth and the way it had relaxed from a tight line to something close to a pout. He shivered. Spec-fucking-tacular.

“Aye,” Carson nodded. “Of course it would require further study, you and Colonel Sheppard were sedated for almost two days when you returned and you were only on the planet a little less than three hours. The, um,” he cleared his throat, “other personnel were only on the planet for half an hour or so, and they didn’t require sedation at all. It would seem that the effect is directly related to the amount of exposure to the monolith or something in its general vicinty. I dinna have enough time to get...at this point…” he looked decidedly uneasy.

“At this point we don’t have the resources to devote to that study.” Elizabeth interrupted, and as far as John could tell she was the only one who wasn’t supremely uncomfortable. Teyla hadn’t been able to look him in the eye since she’d had to restrain him in the jumper and even Ronon was fidgeting.

“Now,” Elizabeth continued. “Unless you or Rodney have something to add, I suggest we lock PX7-548 out of the DHD and put this behind us.” John noticed that Elizabeth's gaze lingered over Carson and Lorne as well as he and Rodney, and suddenly he had a pretty good idea of the others affected by the monolith.

Rodney made a loud harrumphing noise, “Excellent idea. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really must get back to the lab. There’s no telling what Zelenka has managed to do while I was locked away in the infirmary at the mercy of Carson’s voodoo. And by the way, Colonel," Rodney's voice was dripping sarcasm and there was absolutely no reason that the way he was sneering should be giving John a hard-on. "Stonehenge is a megalithic monument -- that means multiple stones - not a monolith like that hunk of rock on the hence-forth never to be mentioned again planet.”

Elizabeth nodded, “So, if we’re all in agreement then I suggest that this particular mission report be…very vague.”

“Good idea,” John agreed, trying not to look at Rodney’s ass as the other man stomped out of the conference room. He shivered again, that was something else that could be classified as spec-fucking-tacular. Which was totally not what he should be thinking…

The End

(although maybe TBC) *shakes fist at trinityofone

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