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I hate Mondays. Seriously worst days ever. They just take everything away from the weekend. Didn't help that I couldn't sleep at all last night and had classes and all that wonderfully messed up jazz. Anyway I managed some fic. I have lots of things to cross-post.
Title: Cure for Claustrophobia
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Rodney/Lorne with everyone else making an appearance
Prompt: Dark
Word Count: 2,516
Rating: R
Summary: Rodney and Lorne get trapped in a closet.
Author's Notes:
Dark-
“Not that I don’t appreciate the distraction, because I do, but was it really necessary to pull me into a storage closet for some illicit afternoon sex?”
Lorne looks over at Rodney, who’s busy tying his boots, and smirks. He likes to think that his efforts in getting Rodney to relax have definitely worked in this instance.
“Oh come on, Rodney. You enjoyed it.” Lorne says smirk still on his face and Rodney rolls his eyes.
“Of course I enjoyed, but that’s not the point. We could have had sex in one of our rooms. You know with a bed and the not so suspicious coming out of the closet, don’t you dare laugh I have no better way to phrase that, at the same time predicament.” Rodney says.
“Gotta admire the fact that you said that all in one breath.”
“Shut up.”
“What, you’re relaxed, I’m relaxed. You can go back to work now and maybe not be so high strung. I think it’s a win-win for everyone.”
“Of course you would. Okay… so… you wanna go out first or should…”
It was at that moment, when Rodney is nervously fidgeting and Lorne’s pulling on his boots that the power shuts off.
“What the hell?”
~*~
“Yes, Radek, I’m aware that the power has shut down seeing as I am trapped in a closet, but that doesn’t explain why.” Rodney yells as he paces the small area of the closet.
He hasn’t sat down once. Lorne knows that has everything to do with the fact that Rodney’s claustrophobic. He really hadn’t thought that they’d be stuck in such a small place for longer than it would take for both of them to get off otherwise he would have cornered Rodney in his room.
Lorne’s sitting on a box that he thinks probably has ammo in it and he watches Rodney pace. He can hear the other side of the conversation through his radio and he knows it doesn’t look good.
“Perhaps the experiments we were performing taxed the ZPM. Or perhaps one of the rolling blackouts you suggested to keep from draining power to the ZPM has lasted longer than expected.”
Lorne hears Dr. Zelenka’s accented voice through the radio and he watches as Rodney curses violently and kicks at something that Lorne can’t quite see because of the darkness.
“Please tell me you’re going to narrow it down eventually. One can only live without food and water for a few days.”
“Which begs the question as to why you are trapped in storage closet in first place.” Dr. Zelenka says, his voice filled with suspicion.
He can’t see Rodney, but he knows he’s got that indignant look on his face that just screams I’m lying, but I’m in charge so don’t fuck with me. Lorne really likes that look.
“That is absolutely none of your business. Now, could you please tell me what you are doing in order to fix this problem.”
He can hear Dr. Zelenka sigh on the other line of the radio and then a slew of Czech curses followed by some very impressive geek babble that Rodney just instinctively follows. Lorne tries to not find that too hot.
“Okay, okay. Well… radio me when you’ve got some results.” Rodney grumbles.
“So… he’s not sure what the problem is.”
“No.” Rodney says.
Lorne knows him well enough that even though he can’t see him, he knows that Rodney’s pouting.
“It’s going to be fine.”
“Oh, yes, of course it’s going to be fine. There are going to be rumors about my love life, which by default is also your love life. People are going to make stupid jokes about this and I’m trying really hard not to freak out because this place is really small and it’s really dark.”
Lorne’s not at all comfortable with how cute Rodney’s little whine sounds to his ears. He sighs and walks over to where Rodney’s hunched over, he can barely make him out, and he sits down on the box next to him.
Tentatively puts a hand on Rodney’s shoulder and rubs it reassuringly until Rodney’s leaning in and on him, shoulders and thighs pressed together. He doesn’t need to see Rodney’s panicked eyes to know that he is. Doesn’t need to hold Rodney’s hand to know that it’s shaking a little bit.
He remembers the nightmares just fine. The ones that involve a sinking puddle jumper and no hallucinations to keep him company and no Sheppard to the rescue. Remembers Rodney shaking them off like he hadn’t been rolling around in his sleep, moaning and whimpering ‘no’, but Lorne’s memory is fine enough that he remembers all of it.
Knows Rodney was claustrophobic before then and he hasn’t wrestled that story out of him, but he gets the feeling it has to something to do with a little Rodney getting locked in his locker everyday until he graduated high school.
Not that Rodney would ever admit it.
“Zelenka’ll figure it out.” Lorne says in a comforting manner.
“Of course he will. He’s not completely retarded. Though his IQ score is questionable.”
“You don’t mean that. He’s like your right hand man.”
Rodney looks over to scowl at him and the effect is lost in the almost pitch black darkness of the closet. He can still tell though and Lorne guesses that’s enough.
“He’s smart. I’ll give him that. But he’s no me.”
“Well of course he’s not Rodney. Besides, I don’t think there’s enough room in either galaxy for two of you.”
“I’ll take that as the back handed compliment it was supposed to be.”
“Good. Because I’d hate for you to take real offense to it.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not severely pissed at you.”
“Can I at least know what I did?”
“We’re stuck in a closet. A freaking closet during a blackout and you actually have to ask?” Rodney says, tone incredulous and Lorne sighs.
“You liked it. You wouldn’t care so much if we didn’t get trapped in here after a blackout. Besides I didn’t see you arguing about a possible blackout when I was giving you a blowjob.”
“Who argues during a blowjob?”
“Who argues about getting a blowjob?”
He takes Rodney’s silence to mean that he agrees because really… blowjob.
“This is terrible.” Rodney says as he leans in more, hands holding Lorne just a little bit tighter than necessary.
“It’s going to be fine.” Lorne says.
Rodney just sighs.
~*~
“Well, that got boring real fast.” Lorne says.
They’ve tried playing games to pass the time, but it hasn’t really worked because of the darkness. That and Rodney can’t seem to let go of his arm long enough for him to move. At least they both agreed to get off of the boxes and take off their jackets because they’re getting hot in the closet.
They’re lying together on the floor with their jackets as pillows or more like Lorne’s using their jackets as pillows and Rodney using Lorne’s shoulder as a pillow, Rodney’s hand tightly clasped in Lorne’s. They never hold hands, too public and fluffy for either one of their tastes and then there is the military, but more because they both just don’t like it.
He can tell by that that Rodney’s really uncomfortable and he can’t really blame him. They’ve been stuck in this closet for a little over two hours, Dr. Zelenka calling on the radio every once in awhile to detail the progress, and Lorne knows that if he’s getting hungry that Rodney must be really hungry.
Doesn’t bring it up though because he figures he’s in enough trouble as it is.
“ Rodney?”
“Carson?” Rodney says into his radio when he hears Dr. Beckett’s voice.
“How are you holding up in there?”
“Fine, where’s Radek. Has he figured out what the hell is wrong yet.”
“Um… not quite yet lad. Just thought I’d check in to see if you’ve passed out from manly hungry.”
Even Lorne can hear the teasing lilt in Dr. Beckett’s voice and he glares on Rodney’s behalf.
“I’m fine. It’s hot, but it’s fine.”
“I still don’t have any idea about how you got yourself locked into a closet.”
It’s clear by the tone of his voice that Dr. Beckett does have some idea. Lorne thinks it’s probably all around Atlantis by now and he’s just glad the Daedelus left so Caldwell doesn’t have to actively not ask.
“Carson.”
“People are beginning to talk, Rodney. If half the rumors are true…”
Lorne knows that that’s Sheppard’s voice on the other end and he wonders if the man ever heard of subtlety.
“Colonel.”
“You know I haven’t heard from Major Lorne in quite a bit either. I hope he’s okay.” Sheppard says in that mock innocent tone.
Lorne’s not sure if he thinks he’s fooling anyone with it and he can definitely hear giggling on the other end of the transmission. He can also hear Rodney groaning.
“Shut. Up.” Rodney says.
“You’re just cranky because you’re locked in a closet. Sheppard says.
“I hope you don’t value your hot water and hair gel, Colonel.”
“I can just borrow Carson’s.”
“Not likely. He’ll just end up turning off my hot water.”
Lorne laughs a little at that and pulls Rodney closer.
“Colonel, if you shut up now, I can promise that no hot water will be turned off.” Lorne says into his radio.
“Hey.” Rodney whispers against Lorne’s neck.
“Sounds like a deal to me.”
~*~
“It’s been three hours.” Rodney says into his neck.
“I’m aware of this, Rodney.”
“And it’s really hot.”
He’s whining, but it’s not the whining he reserves for off-world missions. Not that snarky, this sucks ass can we please stop walking now, whining where he sounds pissy and sarcastic and frustrated. This has a bit of the frustration, but it’s also a little helpless and he sounds like a little kid.
Lorne wasn’t aware of this whining when he started dating Rodney. Thought he knew what a whining Rodney sounded like, but he remember the first time he heard this whining. When Rodney got sick for the first time and he was feeling horrible and Lorne got stuck playing nursemaid.
Lorne’s just glad that it isn’t the far off, distant whining that happens when Rodney’s really injured and a bit shell shocked and Lorne’s had to deal with that kind of whining before too and he can’t exactly call it whining.
“I know.”
“This is so not how I wanted to spend the rest of the day.”
“At least we’re together, right.”
Rodney shifts around a bit before finding a semi-comfortable place on the ground, which happens to be half on top of Lorne and he sighs.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you have to tell yourself.”
“Hey, it could be a lot worse. You could be stick in here by yourself.”
“I wouldn’t be in here if you hadn’t dragged me in here.”
“I thought we weren’t going to argue about the blowjob.”
“You owe me several blowjobs. At least three. Oh and a backrub. Nice long, backrub with those smelly oils you have.”
“You act as if this is a punishment for me.” Lorne says with a smile.
Rodney pulls himself up and looks down at Lorne. Their eyes have gotten used to the darkness and Lorne can just barely make out the features of Rodney’s face. Watches as Rodney leans down, lips almost missing their mark before he pulls back again and gets it right.
Lips pressing against lips and Lorne’s hand comes up and under Rodney’s shirt, caressing the skin there and Rodney moans into his mouth. Moves his hips just so, thrusting again Lorne’s thigh and Lorne moves with him. Rodney’s hands in his hair and Rodney’s tongue pushing into his mouth.
It’s all warm heat and wet kisses and Lorne wants Rodney’s shirt off and off now. Wants Rodney to fuck him because it feels like they’re never going to get out of here. Wants to at least enjoy this time alone and Lorne’s hands are pulling up Rodney’s shirt…
When the door swishes open and the lights turn back on.
Rodney pulls away, eyes focused anywhere but the door that swished open and Lorne figures one of them ought to be the brave one so he looks.
Sees Colonel Sheppard leaning against the wall smirking and Dr. Beckett blushing and looking anywhere but Rodney and Lorne and Dr. Zelenka looking an odd combination of both.
But Lorne’s not lucky enough for it to just be the three of them and Dr. Weir is there trying very hard not to laugh and so is Teyla who has a mysterious smile on her face along with Ronon who’s openly laughing.
It takes a long time before Rodney looks over. Nobody says anything and both Rodney and Lorne haven’t moved. He looks down at Lorne and sighs. Looks over at the group and smirks.
“Great you figured it out. Took you all long enough. Seriously are you all that stupid and incompetent. I fear for the future of Atlantis.”
“Was very complicated problem, Rodney.” Zelenka says.
“Oh I’m sure it was. Probably at the medium level.”
“You are impossible.”
“Yes, yes, I’ve heard that before. Now… if you don’t mind. Could you please close that door.”
No one looks like they were expecting Rodney to say that. Even Sheppard looks shocked and that’s just not like him.
“Fine, if you’re not going to close it yourself.” Rodney grumbles.
The door swishes closed and Lorne has half a second to wonder what they’re probably thinking before Rodney’s on him again. Lips on his own and when Rodney pulls away to start pulling off his pants, Lorne starts to laugh.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Lorne says in a breathy.
“We were in the middle of something. It’s not like I told anything. Just implied.”
“They saw us making out.”
“Yes, yes, of course they did, but it’s not like Sheppard’s going to say anything. Probably thinks I have brass balls or whatever it is you military types value.”
“Okay, please don’t talk about my boss like that when you’re trying to get me naked.”
“Right, it’s kind of weird.”
“Um yeah.” Lorne says.
Rodney’s still working on his pants and Lorne’s not sure if he should stop him. Doesn’t want to stop because Rodney’s hands are on his skin and he loves Rodney’s hands.
“Guess you got over your whole claustrophobia thing.”
“Hmm… yeah, of course. Look do we need to talk about any of this? Only I was thinking about less talk and more getting to the blowjob portion.”
Lorne could argue with that. Could argue that they really shouldn’t do this because the whole team could probably still be standing right outside the door in utter shock. Could argue that maybe they should move to a bed because the floor is cold and Rodney will undoubtedly complain about his back.
But Lorne knows that you never argue with a good blowjob not matter what the circumstances.
FIN
49/100
Title: Cure for Claustrophobia
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Rodney/Lorne with everyone else making an appearance
Prompt: Dark
Word Count: 2,516
Rating: R
Summary: Rodney and Lorne get trapped in a closet.
Author's Notes:
Dark-
“Not that I don’t appreciate the distraction, because I do, but was it really necessary to pull me into a storage closet for some illicit afternoon sex?”
Lorne looks over at Rodney, who’s busy tying his boots, and smirks. He likes to think that his efforts in getting Rodney to relax have definitely worked in this instance.
“Oh come on, Rodney. You enjoyed it.” Lorne says smirk still on his face and Rodney rolls his eyes.
“Of course I enjoyed, but that’s not the point. We could have had sex in one of our rooms. You know with a bed and the not so suspicious coming out of the closet, don’t you dare laugh I have no better way to phrase that, at the same time predicament.” Rodney says.
“Gotta admire the fact that you said that all in one breath.”
“Shut up.”
“What, you’re relaxed, I’m relaxed. You can go back to work now and maybe not be so high strung. I think it’s a win-win for everyone.”
“Of course you would. Okay… so… you wanna go out first or should…”
It was at that moment, when Rodney is nervously fidgeting and Lorne’s pulling on his boots that the power shuts off.
“What the hell?”
~*~
“Yes, Radek, I’m aware that the power has shut down seeing as I am trapped in a closet, but that doesn’t explain why.” Rodney yells as he paces the small area of the closet.
He hasn’t sat down once. Lorne knows that has everything to do with the fact that Rodney’s claustrophobic. He really hadn’t thought that they’d be stuck in such a small place for longer than it would take for both of them to get off otherwise he would have cornered Rodney in his room.
Lorne’s sitting on a box that he thinks probably has ammo in it and he watches Rodney pace. He can hear the other side of the conversation through his radio and he knows it doesn’t look good.
“Perhaps the experiments we were performing taxed the ZPM. Or perhaps one of the rolling blackouts you suggested to keep from draining power to the ZPM has lasted longer than expected.”
Lorne hears Dr. Zelenka’s accented voice through the radio and he watches as Rodney curses violently and kicks at something that Lorne can’t quite see because of the darkness.
“Please tell me you’re going to narrow it down eventually. One can only live without food and water for a few days.”
“Which begs the question as to why you are trapped in storage closet in first place.” Dr. Zelenka says, his voice filled with suspicion.
He can’t see Rodney, but he knows he’s got that indignant look on his face that just screams I’m lying, but I’m in charge so don’t fuck with me. Lorne really likes that look.
“That is absolutely none of your business. Now, could you please tell me what you are doing in order to fix this problem.”
He can hear Dr. Zelenka sigh on the other line of the radio and then a slew of Czech curses followed by some very impressive geek babble that Rodney just instinctively follows. Lorne tries to not find that too hot.
“Okay, okay. Well… radio me when you’ve got some results.” Rodney grumbles.
“So… he’s not sure what the problem is.”
“No.” Rodney says.
Lorne knows him well enough that even though he can’t see him, he knows that Rodney’s pouting.
“It’s going to be fine.”
“Oh, yes, of course it’s going to be fine. There are going to be rumors about my love life, which by default is also your love life. People are going to make stupid jokes about this and I’m trying really hard not to freak out because this place is really small and it’s really dark.”
Lorne’s not at all comfortable with how cute Rodney’s little whine sounds to his ears. He sighs and walks over to where Rodney’s hunched over, he can barely make him out, and he sits down on the box next to him.
Tentatively puts a hand on Rodney’s shoulder and rubs it reassuringly until Rodney’s leaning in and on him, shoulders and thighs pressed together. He doesn’t need to see Rodney’s panicked eyes to know that he is. Doesn’t need to hold Rodney’s hand to know that it’s shaking a little bit.
He remembers the nightmares just fine. The ones that involve a sinking puddle jumper and no hallucinations to keep him company and no Sheppard to the rescue. Remembers Rodney shaking them off like he hadn’t been rolling around in his sleep, moaning and whimpering ‘no’, but Lorne’s memory is fine enough that he remembers all of it.
Knows Rodney was claustrophobic before then and he hasn’t wrestled that story out of him, but he gets the feeling it has to something to do with a little Rodney getting locked in his locker everyday until he graduated high school.
Not that Rodney would ever admit it.
“Zelenka’ll figure it out.” Lorne says in a comforting manner.
“Of course he will. He’s not completely retarded. Though his IQ score is questionable.”
“You don’t mean that. He’s like your right hand man.”
Rodney looks over to scowl at him and the effect is lost in the almost pitch black darkness of the closet. He can still tell though and Lorne guesses that’s enough.
“He’s smart. I’ll give him that. But he’s no me.”
“Well of course he’s not Rodney. Besides, I don’t think there’s enough room in either galaxy for two of you.”
“I’ll take that as the back handed compliment it was supposed to be.”
“Good. Because I’d hate for you to take real offense to it.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not severely pissed at you.”
“Can I at least know what I did?”
“We’re stuck in a closet. A freaking closet during a blackout and you actually have to ask?” Rodney says, tone incredulous and Lorne sighs.
“You liked it. You wouldn’t care so much if we didn’t get trapped in here after a blackout. Besides I didn’t see you arguing about a possible blackout when I was giving you a blowjob.”
“Who argues during a blowjob?”
“Who argues about getting a blowjob?”
He takes Rodney’s silence to mean that he agrees because really… blowjob.
“This is terrible.” Rodney says as he leans in more, hands holding Lorne just a little bit tighter than necessary.
“It’s going to be fine.” Lorne says.
Rodney just sighs.
~*~
“Well, that got boring real fast.” Lorne says.
They’ve tried playing games to pass the time, but it hasn’t really worked because of the darkness. That and Rodney can’t seem to let go of his arm long enough for him to move. At least they both agreed to get off of the boxes and take off their jackets because they’re getting hot in the closet.
They’re lying together on the floor with their jackets as pillows or more like Lorne’s using their jackets as pillows and Rodney using Lorne’s shoulder as a pillow, Rodney’s hand tightly clasped in Lorne’s. They never hold hands, too public and fluffy for either one of their tastes and then there is the military, but more because they both just don’t like it.
He can tell by that that Rodney’s really uncomfortable and he can’t really blame him. They’ve been stuck in this closet for a little over two hours, Dr. Zelenka calling on the radio every once in awhile to detail the progress, and Lorne knows that if he’s getting hungry that Rodney must be really hungry.
Doesn’t bring it up though because he figures he’s in enough trouble as it is.
“ Rodney?”
“Carson?” Rodney says into his radio when he hears Dr. Beckett’s voice.
“How are you holding up in there?”
“Fine, where’s Radek. Has he figured out what the hell is wrong yet.”
“Um… not quite yet lad. Just thought I’d check in to see if you’ve passed out from manly hungry.”
Even Lorne can hear the teasing lilt in Dr. Beckett’s voice and he glares on Rodney’s behalf.
“I’m fine. It’s hot, but it’s fine.”
“I still don’t have any idea about how you got yourself locked into a closet.”
It’s clear by the tone of his voice that Dr. Beckett does have some idea. Lorne thinks it’s probably all around Atlantis by now and he’s just glad the Daedelus left so Caldwell doesn’t have to actively not ask.
“Carson.”
“People are beginning to talk, Rodney. If half the rumors are true…”
Lorne knows that that’s Sheppard’s voice on the other end and he wonders if the man ever heard of subtlety.
“Colonel.”
“You know I haven’t heard from Major Lorne in quite a bit either. I hope he’s okay.” Sheppard says in that mock innocent tone.
Lorne’s not sure if he thinks he’s fooling anyone with it and he can definitely hear giggling on the other end of the transmission. He can also hear Rodney groaning.
“Shut. Up.” Rodney says.
“You’re just cranky because you’re locked in a closet. Sheppard says.
“I hope you don’t value your hot water and hair gel, Colonel.”
“I can just borrow Carson’s.”
“Not likely. He’ll just end up turning off my hot water.”
Lorne laughs a little at that and pulls Rodney closer.
“Colonel, if you shut up now, I can promise that no hot water will be turned off.” Lorne says into his radio.
“Hey.” Rodney whispers against Lorne’s neck.
“Sounds like a deal to me.”
~*~
“It’s been three hours.” Rodney says into his neck.
“I’m aware of this, Rodney.”
“And it’s really hot.”
He’s whining, but it’s not the whining he reserves for off-world missions. Not that snarky, this sucks ass can we please stop walking now, whining where he sounds pissy and sarcastic and frustrated. This has a bit of the frustration, but it’s also a little helpless and he sounds like a little kid.
Lorne wasn’t aware of this whining when he started dating Rodney. Thought he knew what a whining Rodney sounded like, but he remember the first time he heard this whining. When Rodney got sick for the first time and he was feeling horrible and Lorne got stuck playing nursemaid.
Lorne’s just glad that it isn’t the far off, distant whining that happens when Rodney’s really injured and a bit shell shocked and Lorne’s had to deal with that kind of whining before too and he can’t exactly call it whining.
“I know.”
“This is so not how I wanted to spend the rest of the day.”
“At least we’re together, right.”
Rodney shifts around a bit before finding a semi-comfortable place on the ground, which happens to be half on top of Lorne and he sighs.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you have to tell yourself.”
“Hey, it could be a lot worse. You could be stick in here by yourself.”
“I wouldn’t be in here if you hadn’t dragged me in here.”
“I thought we weren’t going to argue about the blowjob.”
“You owe me several blowjobs. At least three. Oh and a backrub. Nice long, backrub with those smelly oils you have.”
“You act as if this is a punishment for me.” Lorne says with a smile.
Rodney pulls himself up and looks down at Lorne. Their eyes have gotten used to the darkness and Lorne can just barely make out the features of Rodney’s face. Watches as Rodney leans down, lips almost missing their mark before he pulls back again and gets it right.
Lips pressing against lips and Lorne’s hand comes up and under Rodney’s shirt, caressing the skin there and Rodney moans into his mouth. Moves his hips just so, thrusting again Lorne’s thigh and Lorne moves with him. Rodney’s hands in his hair and Rodney’s tongue pushing into his mouth.
It’s all warm heat and wet kisses and Lorne wants Rodney’s shirt off and off now. Wants Rodney to fuck him because it feels like they’re never going to get out of here. Wants to at least enjoy this time alone and Lorne’s hands are pulling up Rodney’s shirt…
When the door swishes open and the lights turn back on.
Rodney pulls away, eyes focused anywhere but the door that swished open and Lorne figures one of them ought to be the brave one so he looks.
Sees Colonel Sheppard leaning against the wall smirking and Dr. Beckett blushing and looking anywhere but Rodney and Lorne and Dr. Zelenka looking an odd combination of both.
But Lorne’s not lucky enough for it to just be the three of them and Dr. Weir is there trying very hard not to laugh and so is Teyla who has a mysterious smile on her face along with Ronon who’s openly laughing.
It takes a long time before Rodney looks over. Nobody says anything and both Rodney and Lorne haven’t moved. He looks down at Lorne and sighs. Looks over at the group and smirks.
“Great you figured it out. Took you all long enough. Seriously are you all that stupid and incompetent. I fear for the future of Atlantis.”
“Was very complicated problem, Rodney.” Zelenka says.
“Oh I’m sure it was. Probably at the medium level.”
“You are impossible.”
“Yes, yes, I’ve heard that before. Now… if you don’t mind. Could you please close that door.”
No one looks like they were expecting Rodney to say that. Even Sheppard looks shocked and that’s just not like him.
“Fine, if you’re not going to close it yourself.” Rodney grumbles.
The door swishes closed and Lorne has half a second to wonder what they’re probably thinking before Rodney’s on him again. Lips on his own and when Rodney pulls away to start pulling off his pants, Lorne starts to laugh.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Lorne says in a breathy.
“We were in the middle of something. It’s not like I told anything. Just implied.”
“They saw us making out.”
“Yes, yes, of course they did, but it’s not like Sheppard’s going to say anything. Probably thinks I have brass balls or whatever it is you military types value.”
“Okay, please don’t talk about my boss like that when you’re trying to get me naked.”
“Right, it’s kind of weird.”
“Um yeah.” Lorne says.
Rodney’s still working on his pants and Lorne’s not sure if he should stop him. Doesn’t want to stop because Rodney’s hands are on his skin and he loves Rodney’s hands.
“Guess you got over your whole claustrophobia thing.”
“Hmm… yeah, of course. Look do we need to talk about any of this? Only I was thinking about less talk and more getting to the blowjob portion.”
Lorne could argue with that. Could argue that they really shouldn’t do this because the whole team could probably still be standing right outside the door in utter shock. Could argue that maybe they should move to a bed because the floor is cold and Rodney will undoubtedly complain about his back.
But Lorne knows that you never argue with a good blowjob not matter what the circumstances.
FIN
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