Mensa AU Remix: Deviation
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mensa_auTitle: Deviation
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forcryinoutloud
Characters: John, Rod
Universe: Mensa
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: None
Notes: Many thanks totrobadora for the beta and suggestions!
Remix of my story Diversion.
Sheppard had been at it for hours, running simulations, checking over his entire team’s calculations and Rod could tell a mutiny was in the works. The evil glares Simpson and even Kusanagi were throwing an oblivious Sheppard were enough to have McKay stepping in and offering a few minutes—he raised his eyebrows at Zelenka’s growl—okay, more than a few minutes of distraction. “Got a minute?” Rod asked, crooked grin firmly in place.
“Not now, busy,” Sheppard snapped, not even looking up at Rod as he tapped away furiously at his laptop, biting his lip and squinting at the screen, adjusting the thin framed glasses on his face.
“You know,” McKay said casually, leaning a hip against John’s desk. “If you didn’t spend so many hours staring at that screen you wouldn’t get so many headaches.”
This time John did turn, glaring at McKay. “What do you want?”
Rod shrugged. “Thought you could use a break.”
“I’m fine,” John said mulishly, returning his eyes to the calculations scrolling across his screen.
“Okay, so I thought your team could use a break.” McKay smirked as Sheppard tensed at the implication.
“They’ll get a break when I say they can have a break,” John growled through clenched teeth.
Rod leaned over Sheppard’s desk, propping himself on his elbows. “You do remember I’m the CSO, right?”
Sheppard’s shoulders hunched as he ignored McKay’s comment, fingers picking up speed on the keyboard, obviously settling in again without any intention of taking a break.
This called for drastic measures—luckily McKay always came prepared. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a bar of Hershey’s milk chocolate; chuckling as not only Sheppard but at least a half dozen of the other scientists in the room snapped their eyes to the bar in Rod’s hand. The science department was notorious for running through Atlantis’ chocolate supply mere hours after the base was restocked.
“Is that…?”
“Real chocolate?” Rod said with an innocent smile. “Yup.” Sheppard’s eyes followed the bar as Rod moved it from hand to hand. “Well,” McKay sighed, “since you’re busy, I guess my chocolate and I will just have to find someone else to take a break with.” He shrugged, sliding the chocolate back into his pocket and taking a step towards the door.
“You’re not playing fair.” John frowned, already shutting down his laptop, pushing away from his lab table.
“What’s the fun in playing fair?” Rod asked with mock bewilderment, grinning when Sheppard just rolled his eyes and followed him (and the chocolate) out of the lab.
--
“Oh god,” Sheppard moaned, mouth full as he passed another piece of the bar of chocolate between his lips, letting it melt on his tongue.
Rod chuckled, shaking his head. “Who knew chocolate was so pornographic?”
Sheppard grinned at him through half-lidded eyes. “You’re just lucky I’m so easy,” he rasped, grin widening when McKay’s eyes darkened with a familiar lust.
Rod leaned in, eyes on John’s lips before licking away a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. “You had a…” McKay waved his hand towards Sheppard’s quirking lips. Reaching up he gently removed John’s glasses, folding them carefully and slipping them into the hard-shelled case John always kept in his pocket.
He leaned in again, nipping at John’s lower lip before deepening the kiss, chasing the lingering flavor of chocolate from his lover’s mouth. Rod pulled back again, leaning a shoulder against the wall and grinned. It had taken months of him enticing and wheedling John before he finally agreed to do anything even remotely sexual outside the confines of their quarters.
McKay had always been adventurous when it came to sex and semi-public sex was just one more thing on his long list of kinks (a list he was slowly working his way through with John). And now, after months of coaxing, Rod was finding out that maybe John had a few kinks of his own.
Taking a step back, John placed the final piece of chocolate in his mouth, watching Rod’s eyes widen before sliding to his knees and reaching for Rod’s BDUs. Making fast work of each of the buttons, he pulled Rod’s quickly thickening cock out, stroking it to full hardness, his eyes on Rod’s.
McKay whimpered, head thumping back against the wall he was leaning on when Sheppard took the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard shaft, sliding the piece of chocolate along Rod’s length, pressing it into the sensitive bundle of nerves under the head and moaning in pleasure when McKay’s hips started a stuttered push and pull in and out of Sheppard’s mouth.
“Oh god,” Rod moaned, biting his bottom lip and burying his fingers in John’s unruly hair, panting. “Remind me…fuck, do that again…remind me to…god, yeah…distract you more often.” He arched away from the wall, his breath frozen in his throat; eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm rolled through him, John swallowing ever last drop before letting Rod’s softening cock slip from his mouth.
John climbed to his feet, leaning in and capturing Rod’s mouth in a deep kiss, tongues dueling for dominance. Nipping McKay’s bottom lip, Sheppard pulled back with a mischievous grin. “Bring more chocolate and you can distract me any time you want.”
Shoving John against the wall and going to his knees, Rod pressed his cheek to John’s stomach, fingers curling around the waistband of his pants. “I wonder,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the skin just below John’s belly button, grinning at the hitch in Sheppard’s breathing as he slid pants and boxers down over slim hips. “If chocolate makes you this…agreeable…” he swirled his tongue over the head of John’s cock, giving it a slow, hard suck before releasing him, looking up through down-turned lashes, “…what would you do for the bag of Jamaica Blue Mountain I’ve got stashed in my room?”
“Oh god,” John breathed, palms flat against the wall. “Let’s find out.”
Author:
forcryinoutloudCharacters: John, Rod
Universe: Mensa
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: None
Notes: Many thanks to
trobadora for the beta and suggestions!Remix of my story Diversion.
Sheppard had been at it for hours, running simulations, checking over his entire team’s calculations and Rod could tell a mutiny was in the works. The evil glares Simpson and even Kusanagi were throwing an oblivious Sheppard were enough to have McKay stepping in and offering a few minutes—he raised his eyebrows at Zelenka’s growl—okay, more than a few minutes of distraction. “Got a minute?” Rod asked, crooked grin firmly in place.
“Not now, busy,” Sheppard snapped, not even looking up at Rod as he tapped away furiously at his laptop, biting his lip and squinting at the screen, adjusting the thin framed glasses on his face.
“You know,” McKay said casually, leaning a hip against John’s desk. “If you didn’t spend so many hours staring at that screen you wouldn’t get so many headaches.”
This time John did turn, glaring at McKay. “What do you want?”
Rod shrugged. “Thought you could use a break.”
“I’m fine,” John said mulishly, returning his eyes to the calculations scrolling across his screen.
“Okay, so I thought your team could use a break.” McKay smirked as Sheppard tensed at the implication.
“They’ll get a break when I say they can have a break,” John growled through clenched teeth.
Rod leaned over Sheppard’s desk, propping himself on his elbows. “You do remember I’m the CSO, right?”
Sheppard’s shoulders hunched as he ignored McKay’s comment, fingers picking up speed on the keyboard, obviously settling in again without any intention of taking a break.
This called for drastic measures—luckily McKay always came prepared. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a bar of Hershey’s milk chocolate; chuckling as not only Sheppard but at least a half dozen of the other scientists in the room snapped their eyes to the bar in Rod’s hand. The science department was notorious for running through Atlantis’ chocolate supply mere hours after the base was restocked.
“Is that…?”
“Real chocolate?” Rod said with an innocent smile. “Yup.” Sheppard’s eyes followed the bar as Rod moved it from hand to hand. “Well,” McKay sighed, “since you’re busy, I guess my chocolate and I will just have to find someone else to take a break with.” He shrugged, sliding the chocolate back into his pocket and taking a step towards the door.
“You’re not playing fair.” John frowned, already shutting down his laptop, pushing away from his lab table.
“What’s the fun in playing fair?” Rod asked with mock bewilderment, grinning when Sheppard just rolled his eyes and followed him (and the chocolate) out of the lab.
--
“Oh god,” Sheppard moaned, mouth full as he passed another piece of the bar of chocolate between his lips, letting it melt on his tongue.
Rod chuckled, shaking his head. “Who knew chocolate was so pornographic?”
Sheppard grinned at him through half-lidded eyes. “You’re just lucky I’m so easy,” he rasped, grin widening when McKay’s eyes darkened with a familiar lust.
Rod leaned in, eyes on John’s lips before licking away a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. “You had a…” McKay waved his hand towards Sheppard’s quirking lips. Reaching up he gently removed John’s glasses, folding them carefully and slipping them into the hard-shelled case John always kept in his pocket.
He leaned in again, nipping at John’s lower lip before deepening the kiss, chasing the lingering flavor of chocolate from his lover’s mouth. Rod pulled back again, leaning a shoulder against the wall and grinned. It had taken months of him enticing and wheedling John before he finally agreed to do anything even remotely sexual outside the confines of their quarters.
McKay had always been adventurous when it came to sex and semi-public sex was just one more thing on his long list of kinks (a list he was slowly working his way through with John). And now, after months of coaxing, Rod was finding out that maybe John had a few kinks of his own.
Taking a step back, John placed the final piece of chocolate in his mouth, watching Rod’s eyes widen before sliding to his knees and reaching for Rod’s BDUs. Making fast work of each of the buttons, he pulled Rod’s quickly thickening cock out, stroking it to full hardness, his eyes on Rod’s.
McKay whimpered, head thumping back against the wall he was leaning on when Sheppard took the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard shaft, sliding the piece of chocolate along Rod’s length, pressing it into the sensitive bundle of nerves under the head and moaning in pleasure when McKay’s hips started a stuttered push and pull in and out of Sheppard’s mouth.
“Oh god,” Rod moaned, biting his bottom lip and burying his fingers in John’s unruly hair, panting. “Remind me…fuck, do that again…remind me to…god, yeah…distract you more often.” He arched away from the wall, his breath frozen in his throat; eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm rolled through him, John swallowing ever last drop before letting Rod’s softening cock slip from his mouth.
John climbed to his feet, leaning in and capturing Rod’s mouth in a deep kiss, tongues dueling for dominance. Nipping McKay’s bottom lip, Sheppard pulled back with a mischievous grin. “Bring more chocolate and you can distract me any time you want.”
Shoving John against the wall and going to his knees, Rod pressed his cheek to John’s stomach, fingers curling around the waistband of his pants. “I wonder,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the skin just below John’s belly button, grinning at the hitch in Sheppard’s breathing as he slid pants and boxers down over slim hips. “If chocolate makes you this…agreeable…” he swirled his tongue over the head of John’s cock, giving it a slow, hard suck before releasing him, looking up through down-turned lashes, “…what would you do for the bag of Jamaica Blue Mountain I’ve got stashed in my room?”
“Oh god,” John breathed, palms flat against the wall. “Let’s find out.”
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