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koori_neko) wrote2009-08-20 10:50 pm
koori_neko) wrote2009-08-20 10:50 pm
Entry tags:
fic, Whispers, SGA, Mckay/Sheppard, R
Sorry about spamming you, my f-list, with fics, but since they're done....
Title: Whispers
Chapters: One Shot
Author: me
Rating: R
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, McKay/Sheppard
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine in any sense.
Warnings: language
A/N: Created for KinkBingo 2009, prompt being Humiliation (in public)and I triple checked this, so I hope I'm not too off the mark. She doesn't know it yet, but this one is sorta dedicated to Sharkie. Not beta-ed.
It was taking forever, and all they could do was stand there, smiling and nodding, as the elderly chieftain droned on and on about the importance of the trade agreement and lucky chance that had brought them together. John was secretly hoping for an accident to help them get back to Atlantis this side of the next decade.
Only twenty years of trainging prevented him from shouting and jumping when breath ghosted across his ear. Stealing a glance back, he calmed when he saw Rodney leaning closer. Making a note to talk to the scientist as soon as the meeting was over, he again focused his attention to the assembly in front of them.
”I wonder what these distinguished old men and women would say, if they knew what a slut you can be.”
Again Rodney's breath swept past his ear, gently as the silent whisper it was. Frantically John's gaze darted over to Ronon who was standing on his left, and Whoolsey on his right.
Not being able to retort without giving himself away, Sheppard woved silently to get back at Rodney somehow.
”Did you know, I have the most perfect view of your ass from back here? The same ass you so willingly offer up for me when we're alone.”
Images flashed in John's head, clips of scenes playing out every little thing they would do together, and he could feel his BDUs grow increasingly uncomfortable.
Just then, one of the elderly women asked a question, and Whoolsey answered it quickly, while John forced another smile. For all he knew, Rodney leaning forward would look like he was just thinking of something to add to the trade.
As if reading John's mind, Rodney added
”I could touch you right here, break you in front of all these people, and if I dropped you, you wouldn't even protest. You would suck me or let me fuck you, infront of everyone.”
Feeling his breath speed up just a fraction, John could clearly see the scenario in his head. Kneeling infront of Rodney, hands on his back, hard cock in his mouth. It was enough to make his knees buckle, and again he sent a thankful thought to his discipline, keeping him on his feet.
”I wonder, if I was to touch you know, would you soil yourself like a teenager? You are such a cock slut, such a whore.”
Sheppard had a hard time focusing on the assembly and not on the vivid images Rodney's voice was creating. He had to bite down on a whine when Rodney's hand grazed his gun belt, fingers ghosting over his shirt. The added puffs of heat across his neck and ear with every breath sent goose bumps over Sheppard's skin and his BDUs had gone from uncomfortable to painful. He was so going to get back at Rodney for exploiting his weakness in public, if it was the...
”Your neck is going slightly red, did you know? Just like it does moments before you come on my cock, when you come without me touching you.” A shiver raced up John's spine as Rodney continued. ” I can still see you, ass in the air, thighs spread with your hands so I can take you deeper, harder. I know I could do it right here, on the ground floor, you begging me for it.”
John had to close his eyes to remain calm, which turned out to be a bad idea, as he saw the scenario clear as a movie behind his eyelids. Opening his eyes again, he felt Rodney quickly bite down on his neck, and he came helplessly in his briefs just as the chieftain called the end to the assembly.
Growling he turned and glared at Rodney, who had the audacity to grin at him.
Title: Whispers
Chapters: One Shot
Author: me
Rating: R
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, McKay/Sheppard
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine in any sense.
Warnings: language
A/N: Created for KinkBingo 2009, prompt being Humiliation (in public)and I triple checked this, so I hope I'm not too off the mark. She doesn't know it yet, but this one is sorta dedicated to Sharkie. Not beta-ed.
It was taking forever, and all they could do was stand there, smiling and nodding, as the elderly chieftain droned on and on about the importance of the trade agreement and lucky chance that had brought them together. John was secretly hoping for an accident to help them get back to Atlantis this side of the next decade.
Only twenty years of trainging prevented him from shouting and jumping when breath ghosted across his ear. Stealing a glance back, he calmed when he saw Rodney leaning closer. Making a note to talk to the scientist as soon as the meeting was over, he again focused his attention to the assembly in front of them.
”I wonder what these distinguished old men and women would say, if they knew what a slut you can be.”
Again Rodney's breath swept past his ear, gently as the silent whisper it was. Frantically John's gaze darted over to Ronon who was standing on his left, and Whoolsey on his right.
Not being able to retort without giving himself away, Sheppard woved silently to get back at Rodney somehow.
”Did you know, I have the most perfect view of your ass from back here? The same ass you so willingly offer up for me when we're alone.”
Images flashed in John's head, clips of scenes playing out every little thing they would do together, and he could feel his BDUs grow increasingly uncomfortable.
Just then, one of the elderly women asked a question, and Whoolsey answered it quickly, while John forced another smile. For all he knew, Rodney leaning forward would look like he was just thinking of something to add to the trade.
As if reading John's mind, Rodney added
”I could touch you right here, break you in front of all these people, and if I dropped you, you wouldn't even protest. You would suck me or let me fuck you, infront of everyone.”
Feeling his breath speed up just a fraction, John could clearly see the scenario in his head. Kneeling infront of Rodney, hands on his back, hard cock in his mouth. It was enough to make his knees buckle, and again he sent a thankful thought to his discipline, keeping him on his feet.
”I wonder, if I was to touch you know, would you soil yourself like a teenager? You are such a cock slut, such a whore.”
Sheppard had a hard time focusing on the assembly and not on the vivid images Rodney's voice was creating. He had to bite down on a whine when Rodney's hand grazed his gun belt, fingers ghosting over his shirt. The added puffs of heat across his neck and ear with every breath sent goose bumps over Sheppard's skin and his BDUs had gone from uncomfortable to painful. He was so going to get back at Rodney for exploiting his weakness in public, if it was the...
”Your neck is going slightly red, did you know? Just like it does moments before you come on my cock, when you come without me touching you.” A shiver raced up John's spine as Rodney continued. ” I can still see you, ass in the air, thighs spread with your hands so I can take you deeper, harder. I know I could do it right here, on the ground floor, you begging me for it.”
John had to close his eyes to remain calm, which turned out to be a bad idea, as he saw the scenario clear as a movie behind his eyelids. Opening his eyes again, he felt Rodney quickly bite down on his neck, and he came helplessly in his briefs just as the chieftain called the end to the assembly.
Growling he turned and glared at Rodney, who had the audacity to grin at him.