Short SGA Fic!!
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mf_luder_xfTitle: Of 007 and Other Male Leads
Author: MF Luder
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Keywords: PWP
Timeline: Could be The Return, or some other time the two men visited Earth together.
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They belong to SciFi Channel and the various producers.
Archive: My LJ, Wraithbait, anywhere else, let me know.
Summary: Lt. Colonel Sheppard's emergency line rings.
Feedback: Mulder_Loves_Scully_Forever@hotmail.com
Author's Notes: I've always been amused by the men in movies who answer the phone while they're having sex...especially Bond. And then I was reading a story (a real book, actually!) today and it had a phone/sex scene, too, and I couldn't resist. Obviously, that's also where the slightly cracky title came from. Unbetaed.
John was flying. He was flying high, wrapped up in the mechanics, in the twists and turns, the sheer pleasure.
His body was thrumming with adrenaline, he was being pushed back and forth; up and down.
He was sticky, sweat dripping from the tendrils of hair that hung in his eyes. His mouth was open and he was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts beyond, faster, yes, more, now!
John gripped the sheets beneath him tighter, pushing his hips up and back into Rodney's pelvis. He was open; split. Hanging by a thread, panting, keening almost, delighting in the pleasure of a large cock in his ass and big, deft hands alternating between gripping his hips and spreading him wider.
Behind him, Rodney was moaning, licking up the sweat that pooled in the dip of John's back as he arced. Each time John whispered a small "More", he followed orders as well as any soldier and John was pretty sure this was as great as flying a fighter at Mach 3.
Just as John could feel the pressure building in his balls, in his groin, the phone rang.
The emergency SGC cell they'd given him upon his return.
“Shit, damn, fuck!”
He could feel Rodney tense behind him even as a long moan escaped his lips, and John knew he'd be yelled at later, but while Rodney could give him a case of blue balls, he certainly couldn't ruin John's career.
Or rather, he wouldn't.
John fumbled for the phone.
“Sir?”
“Colonel Sheppard, we need you down here stat. We've got a couple of men who need rescuing. No gun fights, but that's just for the moment.”
John let out a surprised 'omph' and his breathing quickened as Rodney thrust harder, maliciously more pleasurable.
“Colonel, just what are you doing? Are you out of breath or what?”
“Just...running on...the treadmill...sir!” John gasped out as the man above him palmed his dick.
He was about point-oh-two seconds away from coming.
“Alright, well, get your ass down here, ASAP!”
And there it was, he was over the edge, flying apart, unable to maintain control and he went into a downward spiral, uttering a “Yes, General O'Neill, yessir, yessiryessiryessir!” as he coated the bedspread beneath him and he only hoped the general had hung up before he could hear the mindless end of John's orgasm.
He felt Rodney come, large hands stroking up and down his sides, reaching up and knocking the phone onto the floor and creating a bite mark John hoped he wouldn't have to explain in the showers.
A moment later they both collapsed, Rodney on his back, John with his ass still in the air.
“I can't believe you,” Rodney muttered.
At first John felt smug. Then he realized the other man meant his answering of the phone.
“It was the emergency phone,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I had to answer it.”
“You couldn't have called back in five minutes and said you were in the shower?”
“I just...” John trailed off, figuring Rodney would have his say and he might as well listen and catch his breath. John turned to face Rodney whose mouth was twisted down on one side, but his eyes were still slightly glazed over.
“They sure do train you military boys well,” was the dark reply. Then Rodney slapped his ass; a short, sharp burst of pleasurable pain. “Guess I can't complain when I reap the benefits, though.”
John tried to glare, but was resigned to its ineffectiveness considering his rather compromising position: naked, and smelling of sex.
So he just slid off the bed, disappointed that it wouldn't be a long, lazy morning in his comfortable apartment. In five minutes he was ready to go and paused by the bedside, looking down at an arousingly disheveled McKay.
“Did you have to say his name?” Rodney groused, looking put out.
John leaned over and gave him a wet and teasing kiss until the scientist whined into it. “Tell you what,” he said, breaking apart, “I'll give you a call at work later and we'll see just what you scream over the phone.”
With that, John walked out to rescue whichever SG team had gotten into trouble this time.
Author: MF Luder
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Keywords: PWP
Timeline: Could be The Return, or some other time the two men visited Earth together.
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They belong to SciFi Channel and the various producers.
Archive: My LJ, Wraithbait, anywhere else, let me know.
Summary: Lt. Colonel Sheppard's emergency line rings.
Feedback: Mulder_Loves_Scully_Forever@hotmail.com
Author's Notes: I've always been amused by the men in movies who answer the phone while they're having sex...especially Bond. And then I was reading a story (a real book, actually!) today and it had a phone/sex scene, too, and I couldn't resist. Obviously, that's also where the slightly cracky title came from. Unbetaed.
John was flying. He was flying high, wrapped up in the mechanics, in the twists and turns, the sheer pleasure.
His body was thrumming with adrenaline, he was being pushed back and forth; up and down.
He was sticky, sweat dripping from the tendrils of hair that hung in his eyes. His mouth was open and he was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts beyond, faster, yes, more, now!
John gripped the sheets beneath him tighter, pushing his hips up and back into Rodney's pelvis. He was open; split. Hanging by a thread, panting, keening almost, delighting in the pleasure of a large cock in his ass and big, deft hands alternating between gripping his hips and spreading him wider.
Behind him, Rodney was moaning, licking up the sweat that pooled in the dip of John's back as he arced. Each time John whispered a small "More", he followed orders as well as any soldier and John was pretty sure this was as great as flying a fighter at Mach 3.
Just as John could feel the pressure building in his balls, in his groin, the phone rang.
The emergency SGC cell they'd given him upon his return.
“Shit, damn, fuck!”
He could feel Rodney tense behind him even as a long moan escaped his lips, and John knew he'd be yelled at later, but while Rodney could give him a case of blue balls, he certainly couldn't ruin John's career.
Or rather, he wouldn't.
John fumbled for the phone.
“Sir?”
“Colonel Sheppard, we need you down here stat. We've got a couple of men who need rescuing. No gun fights, but that's just for the moment.”
John let out a surprised 'omph' and his breathing quickened as Rodney thrust harder, maliciously more pleasurable.
“Colonel, just what are you doing? Are you out of breath or what?”
“Just...running on...the treadmill...sir!” John gasped out as the man above him palmed his dick.
He was about point-oh-two seconds away from coming.
“Alright, well, get your ass down here, ASAP!”
And there it was, he was over the edge, flying apart, unable to maintain control and he went into a downward spiral, uttering a “Yes, General O'Neill, yessir, yessiryessiryessir!” as he coated the bedspread beneath him and he only hoped the general had hung up before he could hear the mindless end of John's orgasm.
He felt Rodney come, large hands stroking up and down his sides, reaching up and knocking the phone onto the floor and creating a bite mark John hoped he wouldn't have to explain in the showers.
A moment later they both collapsed, Rodney on his back, John with his ass still in the air.
“I can't believe you,” Rodney muttered.
At first John felt smug. Then he realized the other man meant his answering of the phone.
“It was the emergency phone,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I had to answer it.”
“You couldn't have called back in five minutes and said you were in the shower?”
“I just...” John trailed off, figuring Rodney would have his say and he might as well listen and catch his breath. John turned to face Rodney whose mouth was twisted down on one side, but his eyes were still slightly glazed over.
“They sure do train you military boys well,” was the dark reply. Then Rodney slapped his ass; a short, sharp burst of pleasurable pain. “Guess I can't complain when I reap the benefits, though.”
John tried to glare, but was resigned to its ineffectiveness considering his rather compromising position: naked, and smelling of sex.
So he just slid off the bed, disappointed that it wouldn't be a long, lazy morning in his comfortable apartment. In five minutes he was ready to go and paused by the bedside, looking down at an arousingly disheveled McKay.
“Did you have to say his name?” Rodney groused, looking put out.
John leaned over and gave him a wet and teasing kiss until the scientist whined into it. “Tell you what,” he said, breaking apart, “I'll give you a call at work later and we'll see just what you scream over the phone.”
With that, John walked out to rescue whichever SG team had gotten into trouble this time.
