Title: Lucky Stars
Author: Joolz
Feedback: if you like J [email protected]
Category: Slash, PWP, Humor, First time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, surprise pairings
Season/Spoilers: One / The Eye
Notes: Thanks to Lady Ra
and Catspaw for the beta, I take full responsibility
for the final product. <g>
Summary: What a marvelous night to make romance…
Warnings: graphic sex, het
Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing with them.
**~~**
“No, I don’t want to watch
The Princess Bride again. We just
watched it last week.”
“Come on, Rodney. You know our video collection is
limited. And Princess Bride is a
classic. You can’t get tired of it.”
McKay stopped in the
middle of the hall and looked at John speculatively, wondering if he
should. This was a big decision, one
that could get him into a lot of trouble.
John looked back at him with curious hazel eyes and hair sticking out in
half a dozen directions. Rodney had no
choice. He had to do it.
His face grave, he
motioned Sheppard to move to the side of the hall with him and glanced around
secretively.
Leaning in, he said,
“John, I’m going to share something with you in absolute confidence. You have to swear that you won’t breathe a
word of what I’m about to tell you to anyone.”
John cocked his head and
grinned sardonically. “What, you want me
to cross my heart and hope to die?”
Maintaining his serious
expression, Rodney stated simply, “Yes.”
“You are a total nut job,
McKay.”
“I’m serious. Cross your heart and hope to die.”
Sheppard mockingly crossed
a finger in front of his chest and then held it in the air. His eyes glittering with humor, he intoned,
“I do solemnly swear upon the sacred sword of Inigo
Montoya to guard the secret with my life.”
Rodney nodded. “Good enough.” Drawing John closer until he could whisper in
his ear, he said, “I know where we can get Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”
Sheppard’s eyes
widened. “You’re shitting me!”
“I’m not. The Life of Brian and The
Meaning of Life as well.”
John was speechless. “How..?
Where..?”
Rodney held a finger in
front of his lips and scanned the hall for spies. “Shhh.
Those of us who are guardians of this knowledge are pledged to share it with
only our closest, most trusted friends.”
“And you told me? I’m touched.”
“Just remember, John, your
life will be forfeit should you betray this secret.”
Sheppard now chuckled
openly. “You make it sound like a
clandestine esoteric society.”
“An apt
analogy.” Rodney leaned in to whisper again, “A few
select members of the research team have pooled our movie collections to form a
small library. It’s kept in a locked
drawer in Zelenka’s lab. I know the combination. In addition to Monty Python there’s the
complete James Bond collection, Highlander seasons one through three and,” he glanced around
again before finishing dramatically, “The director’s extended cut version of
the Lord of the Rings trilogy.”
John’s mouth fell open and
his eyes glazed over. McKay thought it a
very attractive expression for the major, who said, “You’re serious! Rodney, I love you.”
McKay waved his hand to
quiet his companion. “Yes, yes. Nobody must know.”
Looking very much like a
puppy who’s figured out where the treats are kept,
John panted, “Let’s go get one now! The
Holy Grail, The Holy Grail.”
“All right, but remember,
stealth is of utmost importance.”
Getting into the spirit of
it, John lowered his voice. “Covert is
my middle name, McKay. Follow me.”
Sheppard crouched slightly
and jogged down the hall with Rodney tailing him. When they reached the corner, John motioned
Rodney to flatten himself against the wall beside him, then
peeked furtively around the corner. With
one of his military hand signals, he gestured ‘all clear’ and they sneaked into
the next passageway. At one point they
had to duck into a shadowy recess as a marine sauntered by on his rounds, but
at that time of night the halls were relatively empty.
Rodney was so glad he’d
decided to tell John. He was having fun
and they hadn’t even gotten the movie yet.
The greater the intellect, the greater the need for play, something
Rodney didn’t get nearly enough of. Now
he had a playmate, which made it that much better.
As they approached the lab
John stepped to the middle of the hall and began to stroll with exaggerated
casualness. Rodney joined him, looking
about innocently as though nothing of great import were happening. Stopping in front of the door, John winked at
Rodney and they moved forward together.
The door slid open and they stepped inside.
Then they stopped in
unison. Against the wall on the left
side of the lab, Radek Zelenka
was sharing an intimate moment with… Teyla Emmagon. They were
both naked from the waist down and Teyla was pressed
against the wall with one shapely leg wrapped tightly around the man’s lower
back. Zelenka
was thrusting rhythmically into her while apparently chewing on her neck. Teyla’s head was
thrown back, her eyes were closed and she was emitting blissful whimpers in
time with his movements.
Rodney’s groin tightened
and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. He stood still, transfixed by the erotic
spectacle, then remembered that Major Sheppard was
standing right next to him. He glanced
sideways and John looked toward him, blinking.
As one they backed into the hall until they were staring at the closed
door in front of them.
Rodney said, “Uh.”
John agreed, “Well!” After a brief silence, he suggested, “We
could watch a movie tomorrow.” Taking
Rodney’s arm he got them moving down the hallway.
Not really paying
attention to where they were going, McKay said, “That was…a surprise.”
Sheppard nodded. “Yes.
Yes, it really was.”
“It was also…pretty hot.”
John made a strangled
noise, his eyebrows raised and his lips twisted into a stunned expression.
They walked for a few
minutes and Rodney’s heart started to settle into a more normal rhythm. He followed John through a doorway and the
fresh sea air hit him. They had emerged
onto an outdoor balcony.
McKay stopped suddenly,
uttering a weak, “Oh.”
John turned to look back
at him from farther out toward the railing.
“What?”
Embarrassed and nervous,
he tried to sound casual. “I, uh, I
haven’t been visiting the balconies much lately.” He moved to the side until his back was
pressed against Atlantis’ outer wall.
Sheppard came over and
leaned next to him.
“What’s the problem with
the balconies?”
“Um, bad
memories.”
Brow furrowed, John
questioned, “How could anyone have bad memories of these fantastic
balconies? Look at the sky. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Of course it was. The whole of Pegusus
Galaxy was spread out above them in whorls of diamonds. Rodney said, “It isn’t always like this. I’m talking about when the Genii were here.”
John asked quietly, “What
happened?”
Taking a breath, Rodney
tried to make it sound like it was nothing and failed miserably. “Oh, Kolya wanted
me to fix the grounding station that was broken when his men attacked you. Elizabeth and I were there, and we were
trying to stall. At one point Kolya decided that he didn’t need me anymore and tried to
throw me over.”
He shivered,
remembering. “The rain was pouring down,
the wind was gale force and I could hear the waves crashing all around. There was nothing but the wet, the cold and
the noise. Kolya
had me pushed backward half way over the railing and
Rodney glanced at John
quickly and saw that the man’s eyes were shrouded in shadow but watching
him. Looking out to sea, he continued,
“That wasn’t all. The only thing keeping
me from falling was the fact that Kolya was grinding
a hard-on into my groin. I guess
violence affects some men like that.”
John was silent. After a moment he said, “I hated it so
much. I was running around the station
doing everything I could, but I knew that that maniac had you and Elizabeth. I knew he was threatening you and maybe
worse, but I couldn’t think about it. I
had to keep going, keep trying, or everything would be lost, but there was this
fear for you two gnawing at my gut the whole time. I wish I could have stopped him before that
happened.”
“Oh, well, thanks. I survived, obviously, and he didn’t do
anything else. It was just a shock, you
know?”
“Yeah. I can see
why you would have unpleasant associations with balconies.” Sheppard gave Rodney a wicked grin. “Try this out.” He dropped to his knees, crawled several feet
farther out onto the balcony and rolled over onto his back. “All the view without those
pesky railings.” He opened his
arms to the sky.
Rodney snorted. Trust the major to have a Plan B. The least he could do was give
it a fair shot. Before he knew it he was
lying next to John gazing up at the sky.
He could see the elegant spires of the city towers rising around him as
well. Rodney was aware of the rumble of
the ocean below, but it was easy enough not to dwell on it.
He admitted reluctantly,
“It’s not The Holy Grail, but it’ll do as a substitute.”
Thinking of the movie
reminded him again of what they’d witnessed earlier and the image
returned: Radek
sliding his cock into the beautiful woman.
That must have felt so good. Hot and wet and tight.
His own semi-erect penis twitched in empathy.
With a sigh he turned his
head to look at the man next to him. The
starlight illuminated John’s face softly, making him look younger and more
relaxed than usual. Rodney felt grateful
to have him for a friend. It was
something good that had happened in the midst of so much fear and loss.
John said, “I come out
here a lot. I’ve even identified a
couple of constellations. It makes it
seem more like home to look up into the sky and see something familiar. Want me to show you one?”
McKay grimaced. “I can explain how the radius and the mass
distribution of a galaxy affects gravitational lensing, but seeing pictures in the stars isn’t my strong
suit. Besides, aren’t the constellations
supposed to be linked to great myths, or something?”
“Sure, but who says they
aren’t? We have our own mythology. Look at that one.” John pointed with his arm fully extended
skyward and Rodney wiggled closer to follow the line of sight. “See, there’s sort of a round bit and just
below it a bigger oval? Below that there
are two straight lines with three bright stars under each of them?”
No, Rodney couldn’t see it
and John coached him until the figure came into focus in his mind.
He asked, “Okay, so what
heroic figure is that? The Michelin Tire
Man on stilts?”
“Close. It’s Big
Bird.” Now that John had said it, it was
obvious. There were even two eyes and a
beak. Sheppard went on, “But just to
give it an epic quality, I’ve named that constellation, ‘The Great Bird of the
Galaxy’.”
Rodney got the
reference. They were both such
geeks. “Can you imagine how much
Roddenberry would have loved being here?”
“Exactly. We’re
boldly going where no Earthling has gone before. What could be more appropriate?”
He liked that. He tried to memorize the constellation’s
placement so that he could find it again.
John turned onto his side,
very close to Rodney, and propped his head up on one hand and elbow. He said, “You know, you told me two private
and secret things tonight. You didn’t
have to do that, and I want to even the score.
If I tell you something, will you promise not to get mad?”
“That depends on what it
is. If you’re going to confess to having
stolen the last of the M&M’s, I’ll never forgive you. Unless of course you still
have some to bribe me with.”
Rodney could see John’s
mouth quirk into a starlit grin.
“It’s not that. It’s more personal. I’m going to confess that I’ve been thinking
about how much I’d like to kiss you.”
Rodney felt a rush of
pleasure. He hadn’t been expecting
that. He questioned drolly, “Have you
really?”
“Yeah. I’ve been
thinking that I’d kind of like to do more than think about it.”
Pursing his lips as though
giving it serious thought, Rodney answered lightly, “That would probably be
appropriate.”
John seemed
surprised. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”
Rodney explained as though
it ought to be self-evident, “We’ve been dating for months. It’s about time we got to first base.”
His friend chuckled. “I wasn’t aware that you were aware that we
were dating.”
“Oh, am I or am I not the
person with the greatest mental acuity on this base? Do you really think I would miss that small
detail?”
“I don’t know,
Rodney. You didn’t give me a lot of
encouragement.”
“You’re the one with the
‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ issues. It had
to be up to you.”
“Okay, before we get
sidetracked into military philosophy, why don’t we get back to the original
topic, which had to do with kissing. As in me kissing you. You kissing me. Like right now.”
Rodney’s eyes were drawn
to John’s lips and he wondered how they would feel, how they would taste. His mouth fell open involuntarily.
Sheppard took that as an
invitation, leaned over and stuck his tongue between Rodney’s teeth. Rodney reached up and grabbed John’s head
with both hands, positioning and holding it to give
himself the best access in the ensuing oral duel. Within seconds it became clear that even that
wasn’t enough. He pushed John onto his
back and climbed on top of him, sliding his thigh between the other man’s legs
and tucking it carefully up against John’s groin.
John gasped and growled
and started pulling at Rodney’s shirt, desperately searching for skin. Warm hands ran up and down his back, then dropped to squeeze his ass. Rodney’s dick came to full attention and he
pushed it roughly against John’s answering hardness. They devoured each other’s mouths as though
their lives depended on it.
Rodney’s superior mental
acuity narrowed entirely to the pursuit of more. More heat, more hands, more skin, more
friction. It was a while before his body
made the need for more oxygen a higher priority. By then they were both shirtless and the
sensation of flesh on flesh made up for having to separate their mouths.
As they panted, sharing
each other’s breath, John quipped, “Boy, Rodney, if I’d known you were this hot
I would have jumped you on the first date.
What do you say we make some new balcony memories?”
His voice husky, McKay
suggested, “As in me fucking you until you scream?”
John’s pelvis jerked into
Rodney’s. “Yes! Right here, out in the open.”
Although totally willing,
he had to stop. “We don’t have
anything….”
John cried, “Wait! Wait.
I think I do.” His hand patted
the side of his leg and then dug into one the cargo pockets, emerging with a
small bottle of sunscreen.
Rodney looked at it
doubtfully. “That will sting.”
“Doesn’t
matter. Want you now.
Now, McKay!”
Far be it for him to
disobey a direct order. After some hasty
scrambling to get out of the rest of their clothes, Rodney licked and sucked
and bit the body writhing under his as he hastily prepared the way.
When he finally pushed
into the hot, eager opening, Rodney saw stars.
**~~**
It was a beautiful
night. She leaned on the railing next to
Peter and looked out into the darkness.
There was a faint shimmer of light reflecting from Atlantis onto the
water and it flickered and shifted like enchanted flames.
Peter said, “This never
gets old. Sometimes I think this must be
what it’s like to live in
Hearing a groan of pain
they looked at each other in alarm. “It
came from over there,” she said, moving to their left. They reached the side railing of the balcony
and looked down. Two levels below them
and about thirty yards along two people were making love, palely lit by the
stars. Two men.
Shocked, she focused more carefully. John Sheppard lay on his back with his legs
propped up on the shoulders of none other than Rodney McKay.
Beside her, Peter chuckled
softly. “It’s not before time. They’ve been dancing around each other for
ages. I wondered if they were ever going
to get down to business.”
A bit stunned,
“No. The sexual tension between them is so thick
you could cut it with a knife. Are you
saying you never noticed?”
It hadn’t occurred to
her. “I guess I thought it was something
else.”
Sheppard’s voice floated
up clearly on the breeze, “Oh, god, yes!
Fuck me!”
She felt her own body
rouse in response and became disconcertingly aware of the broad shoulders of
the man standing next to her. It wasn’t
as if she hadn’t noticed before. In fact
it was one of the first things that caught her attention when she met Peter in
She glanced at him to find
his gaze locked on the scene below. He
was smiling slightly. Then he turned and
looked directly at her. Her heart
started beating faster and she felt a trickle of moisture between her
legs. His gaze dropped to her breasts
and she was suddenly glad that she was wearing the plunging V-neck top that
showed cleavage.
When Peter’s eyes returned
to her face she held them candidly.
They heard McKay moan, “Ohhhh, Johhhhhn.”
He replied in kind, “Yes,
Liz, I do agree.”
They turned together
toward the door and she felt the stirring heat of his hand on her lower
back. As they stepped inside, he said,
“If you’d like to come to my room, I can offer you a thimble full of Port as a
nightcap.”
She wondered if there was
something in the alignment of the stars that made this a particularly lucky
night.
End
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