Fic: Resistant, by indigorhapsody (NC-17)

2006-07-29T05:53:08Z

Title: Resistant
Author: indigorhapsody
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Mckay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 303 'Irresistible'
Length: ~ 700
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of the nice people at MGM who own Stargate: Atlantis. This story was not written for profit.
Summary: Rodney should have expected something like this to happen.

Author's Notes: A little bit of episode-related porn inspired by dannylover934's challenge/request. Because last night's episode was just too slashy to resist.

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When Rodney arrived at his quarters, he was surprised to find Sheppard tucking in the bottom edge of his sheet with a precision he'd only seen employed by military personnel and his paternal grandmother. Not that he was complaining - housekeeping wasn't exactly his forte, but when he'd squirreled away a tiny amount of the serum, that hadn't been quite what he'd had in mind.

"Rodney." Sheppard greeted him with a warm, familiar quirk of his lips. It was no different than any other time they met, really. Except for the fact that this particular meeting was in Rodney's quarters, which were cleaner than they'd been in the past ten thousand years. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Sheppard asked, straightening.

"Uh . . . not at the moment, no," Rodney said, stopping just inside the doorway, a relatively safe distance from the Colonel.

"You're sure?" Sheppard inquired earnestly, cocking his head to the side and stepping closer.

"Absolutely," Rodney insisted, pressing up against the door. Sheppard just needed to leave, so Rodney could get rid of the rest of the serum - he'd only saved a tiny bit! Barely a day's worth! - and maybe Sheppard wouldn't be too pissed when he figured it out. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

To his chagrin, Sheppard moved in even closer, boldly invading his personal space. "You don't have to be afraid to ask, you know."

Their eyes caught and held, and - there it was. Instant arousal. And he thought he was the one who was supposed to be irresistible. Unfortunately for him, Sheppard didn't have to synthesize it.

Rodney swallowed, hard. "Ask . . . what?"

"I think we both know what you really want," Sheppard breathed, pressing closer and brushing his lips against Rodney's racing pulse.

"This," Rodney gasped, "this is maybe not such a good idea," but Sheppard ignored him, pressing him to the wall, fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Rodney acknowledged that he should have expected something like this to happen. After all, he hung around Sheppard more than anyone else on Atlantis. And while he didn't exactly advertise the fact that his feelings for the Colonel weren't entirely platonic -

Then Sheppard's hand slid into his pants, and all thought processes ceased. Rodney gasped loudly against Sheppard's warm neck as his callous-roughened hand closed around his cock and twisted, just this side of painful, but oh, so good. The clean smell of Sheppard's sweat suddenly overwhelmed his senses, and he was forced to close his eyes as Sheppard's other hand curved around his hip, pulling him closer. Another hard, almost punishing twist, and Rodney's knees buckled, fingers clenching painfully where he grasped at Sheppard's arms. The Colonel murmured something unintelligible into Rodney's shoulder, then gentled his touch, pausing with each following stroke to apply an almost tender pressure at his slit, wetting his fingertip before sliding it down to tease at the underside of his aching cock.

It didn't take long, really - Rodney was shockingly easy when it came right down to it, barely offering a token resistance before he found himself thrusting shamelessly into Sheppard's hand, groaning into the shell of his ear as he tightened his grip once more, sending Rodney spilling over the edge in a rush of fear and guilt and oh so good and god, he hadn't meant for it to go this far.

In the preternatural silence that followed Rodney's orgasm, they both slid heavily to the floor, Sheppard's hands still tucked into Rodney's pants, his face still buried against Rodney's shoulder.

I'm a dead man, Rodney thought. With my luck, any minute now he's going to snap out of it and put that sidearm that is currently digging into my thigh to good use. And perhaps Rodney's sense of self-preservation had been hijacked, because despite his fear, he was strangely disclined to move from his uncomfortable position on the floor, pinned underneath a ticking time bomb of righteous vengence.

Against his shoulder, Sheppard sneezed.

life's a bitch, and then you ascend

Fic: Resistant, by indigorhapsody (NC-17)