Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Emmagan
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut
Spoilers: Inspired by a scene in Inferno
Summary: This all started in a discussion of the hotness of Rodney having a laptop Velcroed to his tac vest. I speculated on which part had the hooks and which the loops and, well, smut was born.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
"All right, McKay. Let's go."
Rodney remained leaning against the wall, his mouth set in an unhappy line.
"Rodney, come on. You don't need to hold the wall up."
"I'm sorry, Colonel, but I can't."
The colonel looked at him with a mix of concern, confusion, and exasperation. He didn't see any obvious wounds and Rodney had eaten a powerbar not more than half an hour ago, leaning against that very wall. "Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Sick?"
"No."
"McKay, are you going to tell me what the problem is or are we going to play twenty questions."
Rodney's eyes darted around them, but he and the colonel were alone. "I'm... I'm stuck."
The colonel looked down at Rodney's shoes. "Stuck?"
"To the wall, Colonel. The Velcro on my tac vest got hooked into the, er, carpeting on the wall here and... well... I'm stuck."
The colonel stepped to Rodney's shoulder and pulled. There was a tearing sound and Rodney's shoulder came free. "Huh."
"Oh, good, now if you could just pull a little more..."
The colonel grinned evilly and pushed Rodney back against the wall, sticking him even more securely. "Huh-uh. I think I like you this way, Rodney..."
"What are you...?"
But the colonel dropped down to his knees and began slowly stroking the material covering Rodney's legs.
"Colonel? John! What are you doing? Someone could see," Rodney hissed.
The colonel-- John-- just grinned at him. "Relax, Rodney." He slipped his hand under the hem of Rodney's trousers and slid it up past Rodney's sock to the hairy leg above and stroked slowly. "You know what? You'd look really hot in jeans. You should wear them more often," John said conversationally, one hand brushing Rodney's skin while the other took in the texture of muscle and tendon and bone under cloth.
Rodney made a soft sound in the back of his throat and clutched at John.
John brushed his head against Rodney's questing hands, letting Rodney's fingers play through his hair. And then with a glint in his eye, he reached up and slowly began unbuttoning Rodney's fly.
"Oh, God! John, we can't..."
"Shhhh, Rodney. No one will come looking for us just yet." John leaned forward, lips brushing across the growing bulge in Rodney's boxers.
Rodney threw his head back, banging into the wall with a loud thunk. "Ow! Fuck! I really am losing brain cells to sex with you."
"Do you want me to stop?" John asked, slowly tracing the shape of Rodney's erection with his lips.
"Hnngg..." Rodney answered as John's tongue darted into the gap of his boxers to taste him.
John chuckled and undid the snap, drawing Rodney's cock out. He tongued the glistening drop of pre-come, but pulled back when Rodney vainly tried to thrust forward. Instead, he exhaled, hot and wet, and Rodney gasped and shuddered.
"Please..." Rodney whined.
"What do you want?" John asked, licking around Rodney's cock head and then withdrawing to blow softly.
"You know what I want," Rodney answered.
John traced the underside of Rodney's erection with his lips, tongue-tip stealing quick tastes as he went. "Tell me," he breathed across Rodney's cock.
His lover whimpered. "Need you..."
"I'm here," John answered, licking a stripe down his hardness and then exhaling softly.
"Need you to suck me."
"Suck you?" John asked, tongue darting out to gather more pre-come.
"God, yes. Please."
"Well, since you said please..."
Rodney moaned as his erection was enveloped in wet heat. John's hands stroked his clothed thighs as his mouth worked Rodney's cock, sliding it into his mouth and then pulling back till only the head remained, tongue flicking over the slit before sliding back down.
Rodney's world lost all coherency. It was simply Sheppard's hands and mouth and tongue. He tried to thrust, but found it difficult with his back stuck to the wall. Rodney glanced down and saw the look of concentration on John's face and knew what was coming next. John pushed forward further and Rodney felt himself slip deeper, his cock head brushing the back of John's throat. John froze, holding him steady, and then slowly swallowed.
Rodney came undone, pulsing into John's mouth, down his throat, gasping and groaning, forgetting to be quiet. His knees gave out. For a second, he hung there, and then with a loud rip the Velcro gave way and he collapsed to the floor, John catching him as he fell.
"Colonel Sheppard, are you re--" Teyla's voice died. "Is Doctor McKay all right?"
"He's okay." Hidden by Rodney's body, John's hands quickly tucked Rodney's flaccid penis back into his boxers and redid his fly. "He just got himself stuck to the wall and fell when I pulled him off."
"Are you in need of assistance, Doctor McKay?" Teyla asked, concern in her voice.
"I'm fine," he answered, voice still quavery. "Just give me a minute."
John stood, all lithe grace and beauty, and offered his hand to Rodney.
"Thanks," Rodney said.
John grinned. "Don't mention it."
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