Dog Tags: the promised fic
Title: Dog Tags
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Aiden Ford, Peter Grodin, Evan Lorne, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Laura Cadman, Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay
Prompt: 47 - Writer's Choice (Dog Tags) -
50kinkyways
Word Count: 2,900
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: For
echelon_ga_l . These are four unlinked ficlets involving dog tags with four different pairings. The first ficlet was inspired by this picture and the third was inspired by these two pictures. Also, the second was kind of inspired by a comment she left on the post before this. But I thought of the fourth ficlet all by myself :D
There's some angst in the second ficlet. (sorry)
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
Peter felt his uniform slide to the ground as two big brown hands encircled his waist. Aiden’s eyes stared up at him, big puppy eyes filled with lust as his hands moved lower, the calluses on his palms tickling the sensitive skin on Peter’s thighs. Thick, sturdy fingers caressed his buttocks, kneading the soft flesh in exploration and Peter’s breath hitched in anticipation of what those fingers would do next.
Aiden’s mouth, so close to Peter’s straining erection, narrowed into a smirk as he removed his hands from Peter’s skin, leaving the scientist frustrated as he shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his shirt. Peter knew that Aiden could see his hunger and was taking things slowly in order to tease him. Well, the little cocktease wasn’t going to get away with it.
Two metal dog tags glinted on Aiden’s dark chest, nestled against the skin that glistened with sweat. Peter loved the reaction he could stir within his lover, could see the effect he was having on Aiden from the outline of his cock, straining against the fabric of his trousers. He was counting on this power he had over Aiden to help him gain control now.
Licking his lips, Peter lifted a hand from Aiden’s shoulder and brought it up to his mouth, running the fingertip over the edge of his bottom lip in a wanton display of lust. From the way Aiden fixed his gaze on Peter’s mouth, captivated by his performance, Peter knew that his plan was working. As he slipped his finger into his mouth, making the dirty little sounds of appreciation that he knew his lover liked to hear, Peter’s other hand darted out and snatched the dog tags from around Aiden’s neck.
“Hey!” Aiden’s initial protest fell silent when Peter dangled the dog tags in front of his face, giving him a look of pure smugness. The Marine swallowed heavily and his eyes went dark, indicating the subtle change into submissiveness.
When they had started sleeping together, it hadn’t taken Peter long to figure out that all he had to do was remove Aiden’s dog tags and the soldier would obey his every command. He never would have guessed that a Marine with such a tough-guy attitude could become so submissive, but Aiden seemed to enjoy the games they played when Peter was in control.
Slipping the dog tags around his own neck, Peter stepped out of his uniform and took a long look at his lover.
“On your knees,” he commanded, and Aiden practically leapt from his perch on the side of the bed in his eagerness to do Peter’s bidding. The muscles under the surface of his back rippled invitingly and Peter gave in to the temptation to run his hands over the chocolate brown skin, slick with sweat that tasted of adrenaline and testosterone. Aiden licked his lips almost instinctively; he knew exactly what he wanted and was waiting for Peter to give him permission.
Peter was tempted to give Aiden what he wanted straight away, but first there would be payback for making him wait. Holding onto Aiden’s shoulders with both hands, he pressed his heavy cock against Aiden’s lips, allowing him only a taste before pulling away again. Aiden whimpered in protest as Peter paced slowly around him, running a hand over the exposed parts of Aiden’s skin, counting the vertebrae of his spine, slipping a finger below the waistband of his trousers for a brief second before moving on to run the side of his hand along Aiden’s cheek. When he felt his lover tremble slightly, he knew it was time to stop playing.
Standing in front of Aiden again, Peter smiled smugly again and told him what he wanted to hear. “Make it last,” he ordered, before Aiden’s mouth enveloped him and all he could do was tangle his fingers in the short, curly hair and hold on for dear life.
-----xxXxx-----
The bedroom door slid open and Evan looked up anxiously, not bothering to hide the fact that he’d been waiting. You wouldn’t guess from the way John lounged in the doorway with his hands in his pockets that he’d spent most of the day believing that Evan was dead, but by now he was good at hiding his emotions. It had taken Evan long enough to figure out the other soldier’s orientation; in what was effectively a military outpost you learned to be careful about revealing your sexuality.
“Hi,” Evan said casually, the waver in his voice betraying just how crappy he felt. He wished he could sleep for a hundred years, but knowing his luck he’d wake up to find Atlantis destroyed and John dead.
To his credit, John didn’t even try to pretend that everything was fine. He walked straight through the room towards Evan, stopping about a foot short, and took his left hand out of his pocket, holding his fist out to Evan. The end of a chain poked out from between his fingers and Evan knew straight away what he held.
“I found these,” he explained softly, opening his hand to reveal a pair of dog tags, slightly charred but still legible.
Not trusting himself to speak, Evan reached out and closed his hand around John’s trapping his dog tags between their palms. “Where?” he managed to croak, forcing himself to meet John’s gaze and then looking away when he saw the intensity with which the Colonel was looking at him.
“On another man’s dead body,” he answered bluntly. “That’s why I thought it was you.”
“Sorry.” It wasn’t enough to convey all that Evan wanted to say, but he knew it was enough to make John understand. They were so alike that most of the time a single word was all that was necessary.
Evan pulled, and John came willingly into his embrace, not letting go of the hand in which the dog tags were clasped. His right arm wrapped tightly around Evan’s shoulders and Evan slipped his own around John’s waist, burying his face in John’s chest and inhaling deeply.
He smelled musk and sweat and fear and knew that John hadn’t showered since they’d returned from the Genii outpost after Ladon had released them. More importantly that that, it was the smell that brought home to him the reality that they were both alive.
“Fuck,” John muttered, and Evan knew exactly what he meant. Neither of them could deny that this was no longer the casual, meaningless relationship that they had entered into six months ago. Evan knew that it was dangerous to develop strong feelings for someone who walked into danger on a daily basis. God knew he’d tried not to fall in love with the guy, but lately he’d started to come to the conclusion that the inevitable had happened.
“Now what’re we gonna do?” he wondered, lifting his head away from John’s chest. A hand came down to caress his cheek, thumb running over the curve of his lips as the other four fingers slid along his cheekbone. It occurred to him that they were still clutching the dog tags between them, so tightly that the edges of the metal was digging into their skin.
Exhaling softly, John inclined his shoulders in a helpless shrug. “Nothing we can do,” he admitted. “Looks like we’re stuck.”
“I don’t suppose there’s any point in-” Evan knew that suggesting they stop seeing each other would be pointless; just because they stopped fucking, it wouldn’t soften the blow when one of them died and the other was left behind to mourn.
“No.” John shook his head briefly with a sad smile. “We’d only regret it.”
“Well then.” Evan opened his hand and pulled it away from John’s, ignoring the painful red groove in his palm and instead stroking his finger along the identical groove in John’s. His lover took hold of Evan’s hand and mirrored his actions, watching Evan’s face intently.
Evan smiled and leaned forward to kiss the other man. “Guess we’d better make the most of it, while it lasts.”
John signalled his agreement by deepening the kiss, and the two of them fell backward onto the bed, desperate to touch and taste and remember each other before fate inevitably tore them apart.
-----xxXxx-----
Teyla often found it hard to concentrate when she was on her back on the scratchy regulation sheets from Earth, her lover leaning over her with a mischievous look on her face and two fingers deep inside her. The fingers slid in and out, slowly at first but increasing in speed until Teyla was gasping with pleasure, then slowing down again to prolong her release. It always amazed her how Laura seemed to know exactly how far to take her before slowing down, as if some instinct told her when Teyla was on the edge of orgasm.
The Athosian had never known a lover like her, male or female, and she counted herself lucky to be the one with the privilege of sleeping in Laura’s bed. As much as they might wish to be in Teyla’s place, none of the men in the city would ever know Laura as intimately as Teyla had come to know her, and this sent a thrill of excitement down her spine every time she caught a Marine or scientist looking in her lover’s direction.
Dangling above Teyla’s face were the metal tags worn by all of Atlantis’s military personnel. When Laura was stood up straight, the chain fell neatly between her breasts, lost amidst the silky white curves that Teyla loved to hold while she drifted off to sleep, but when Laura leant over her like this the chain fell forward, hanging invitingly within Teyla’s reach.
In the delirious state approaching orgasm, Teyla felt drawn towards the shiny alien object, compelled to grasp the intricate metal chain in her hand. She was so far gone that it took a second to locate the right limb, but she managed to bring it up in front of her face so that she could see the light brown shape of her own hand as she reached out and cradled the dog tags in her palm.
Laura seemed surprised that Teyla had done this, but a moment later this facial expression was replaced by a wicked smile, and Teyla felt a rough thumb brush against her most sensitive area, a part of her that Laura had termed her clitoris. Biting her lip to prevent the escape of the moan that she knew would invite Laura to tease her further, Teyla started to rub her own thumb over the thin rectangle of metal, unconsciously mirroring the movement of Laura’s thumb.
Her hips bucked upwards uncontrollably as the orgasm tore through her, stealing her breath and forcing her eyes shut but not stopping the motion of her thumb across the metal. Once the waves of pleasure subsided and Laura’s fingers had slipped out of her, Teyla felt a warm tongue slide across her fingers and opened her eyes to see Laura leisurely licking her way across the dog tags, tongue following the curve of Teyla’s fingers. Laura licked a long stripe over Teyla’s hand, up her arm and over her shoulder and the Athosian let go of the dog tags as they were gently pulled from her grip; she did not want to strangle her lover.
The bed creaked as her lover settled in beside her, stroking the curve of Teyla’s body as she ran her tongue across Teyla’s cheek and into her mouth. Their bodies pressed together, damp with sweat and come that made the entire room smell deliciously of sex.
“What’s this sudden fascination with my dog tags?” Laura asked as they pulled away for breath. The tags lay against her chest now, following the curve of her left breast, and Teyla ran her hand along the chain, stopping when she reached the nipple and circling it slowly until the small pink bud peaked.
“They draw attention the curves of your body,” Teyla told her with a smile. “They emphasise your beauty.”
“Hmm.” The wicked grin was back on her face and Teyla was compelled to lean in and kiss the mouth that formed it. Laura nibbled Teyla’s lip as she pulled back and rested her chin on her hand thoughtfully. “Maybe I should make you wear them next time.”
Teyla closed her eyes, sighing in contentment. “I would like that very much.”
-----xxXxx-----
Radek had been staring at the back of Rodney’s neck for some time now. Under normal circumstances, he might be more discreet about eyeing up his superior in public, but if his hypothesis was correct…
Rodney was wearing dog tags. For a brief moment, as he had reached back to scratch his neck, the collar of his jacket had fallen open just enough to reveal the chain that rested against his collarbone.
Swallowing hard, Radek wrenched his gaze away and tried to turn his attention back to his computer screen, but no amount of rapid blinking would help him concentrate. This was a disaster. Rodney was bound to notice and then he was sure to come over and talk to him and then there was nothing to prevent Radek from pouncing and tearing at the other man’s clothes and completely embarrassing himself. Not to mention probably getting himself moved to Kavanagh’s lab and given all of the worst maintenance jobs.
There was nothing for it. The only other solution to his problem was to resign and ask to be sent home to Earth, where he could emigrate to a nice, remote, peaceful country where they’d never even heard of dog tags. Except now Rodney was looking at him with an odd expression and yes, he had definitely noticed Radek’s strange behaviour and he was coming over to check on him and oh God, what was he going to do now?
“Something wrong?” Rodney asked him, a look of concern on his face. He placed a hand on Radek’s shoulder and it was all he could do to suppress the shudder of desire that almost took control of him.
“Uh. No, I just… ah.” Radek felt himself staring again, watching the line of Rodney’s jacket as if it would magically fall open and give him another glimpse of what he had seen. “Take off your shirt,” he heard himself say before his brain could stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.
“What? Did you just ask me to-” Rodney was gaping, open-mouthed and Radek had to close his eyes and bite his lip before he did something even more stupid.
“I am sorry,” he said quietly, wishing that Rodney would just go away and leave him to kill himself in private. When he opened his eyes, though, he found that Rodney’s expression had softened to something he was unable to identify. Now Radek’s hands were moving of their own accord, tugging at Rodney’s jacket until it fell from his shoulders and then pulling at the shirt until Rodney lifted his arms and helped him get it off. This compliance surprised Radek even more than the initial revelation of the secret that lay underneath the clothes he had just removed.
And there they were. Taking a deep breath, Radek reached out and took Rodney’s dog tags in his hand, running a finger over the bumps that spelled out Rodney’s name, social security number, blood type and religion (atheist, of course).
“Um, what are you doing?” Rodney asked weakly, a little too late to pretend that he had any objection to Radek’s attention. Without ceasing the gentle exploration of the tags, Radek looked up to find the steady gaze of two intelligent blue eyes and wondered how to explain himself.
“You know the feeling you get when an attractive blonde woman enters the room?” he said eventually, remembering the way that Rodney talked about Samantha Carter. “No matter who she may be, you feel drawn to her because of this aspect of her?”
“You mean I have a thing for blondes?” Rodney asked, frowning in confusion. “What does this have to do with you stripping me and… and fondling my identification tags?”
Rolling his eyes, Radek sighed and continued. “Yes, well, as you put it, I have a thing for dog tags. When I see someone wearing them, I find it hard to control myself.”
“I can tell.” The fact that Rodney sounded amused was probably a good sign. “Uh, I don’t supposed you’ve noticed all the Marines walking around the city…”
Letting the dog tags fall from his grasp, Radek nodded. “That is different. I make more of an effort to restrain myself around the military. I suppose I have become used to them.” He shrugged. “When I saw that you were wearing them, I was caught off guard. I am sorry.”
“Nonono, wait.” When he saw that Radek was about to draw away, Rodney grabbed his wrist. “You can’t disrobe me and tell me… all of that, and then expect me to walk away.” He moved closer, close enough that Radek could hear his breathing, and took Radek’s other wrist in his other hand. “What other kinks do you have that I don’t know about?” he asked in a low voice that made Radek’s lower lip start to tremble.
When they kissed, he could feel the cold metal against his neck, and he threaded the chain through the fingers of one hand while he used the other to pull Rodney closer and deepen the kiss.
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Aiden Ford, Peter Grodin, Evan Lorne, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Laura Cadman, Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay
Prompt: 47 - Writer's Choice (Dog Tags) -
50kinkyways
Word Count: 2,900
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: For
echelon_ga_l . These are four unlinked ficlets involving dog tags with four different pairings. The first ficlet was inspired by this picture and the third was inspired by these two pictures. Also, the second was kind of inspired by a comment she left on the post before this. But I thought of the fourth ficlet all by myself :D
There's some angst in the second ficlet. (sorry)
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
Peter felt his uniform slide to the ground as two big brown hands encircled his waist. Aiden’s eyes stared up at him, big puppy eyes filled with lust as his hands moved lower, the calluses on his palms tickling the sensitive skin on Peter’s thighs. Thick, sturdy fingers caressed his buttocks, kneading the soft flesh in exploration and Peter’s breath hitched in anticipation of what those fingers would do next.
Aiden’s mouth, so close to Peter’s straining erection, narrowed into a smirk as he removed his hands from Peter’s skin, leaving the scientist frustrated as he shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his shirt. Peter knew that Aiden could see his hunger and was taking things slowly in order to tease him. Well, the little cocktease wasn’t going to get away with it.
Two metal dog tags glinted on Aiden’s dark chest, nestled against the skin that glistened with sweat. Peter loved the reaction he could stir within his lover, could see the effect he was having on Aiden from the outline of his cock, straining against the fabric of his trousers. He was counting on this power he had over Aiden to help him gain control now.
Licking his lips, Peter lifted a hand from Aiden’s shoulder and brought it up to his mouth, running the fingertip over the edge of his bottom lip in a wanton display of lust. From the way Aiden fixed his gaze on Peter’s mouth, captivated by his performance, Peter knew that his plan was working. As he slipped his finger into his mouth, making the dirty little sounds of appreciation that he knew his lover liked to hear, Peter’s other hand darted out and snatched the dog tags from around Aiden’s neck.
“Hey!” Aiden’s initial protest fell silent when Peter dangled the dog tags in front of his face, giving him a look of pure smugness. The Marine swallowed heavily and his eyes went dark, indicating the subtle change into submissiveness.
When they had started sleeping together, it hadn’t taken Peter long to figure out that all he had to do was remove Aiden’s dog tags and the soldier would obey his every command. He never would have guessed that a Marine with such a tough-guy attitude could become so submissive, but Aiden seemed to enjoy the games they played when Peter was in control.
Slipping the dog tags around his own neck, Peter stepped out of his uniform and took a long look at his lover.
“On your knees,” he commanded, and Aiden practically leapt from his perch on the side of the bed in his eagerness to do Peter’s bidding. The muscles under the surface of his back rippled invitingly and Peter gave in to the temptation to run his hands over the chocolate brown skin, slick with sweat that tasted of adrenaline and testosterone. Aiden licked his lips almost instinctively; he knew exactly what he wanted and was waiting for Peter to give him permission.
Peter was tempted to give Aiden what he wanted straight away, but first there would be payback for making him wait. Holding onto Aiden’s shoulders with both hands, he pressed his heavy cock against Aiden’s lips, allowing him only a taste before pulling away again. Aiden whimpered in protest as Peter paced slowly around him, running a hand over the exposed parts of Aiden’s skin, counting the vertebrae of his spine, slipping a finger below the waistband of his trousers for a brief second before moving on to run the side of his hand along Aiden’s cheek. When he felt his lover tremble slightly, he knew it was time to stop playing.
Standing in front of Aiden again, Peter smiled smugly again and told him what he wanted to hear. “Make it last,” he ordered, before Aiden’s mouth enveloped him and all he could do was tangle his fingers in the short, curly hair and hold on for dear life.
-----xxXxx-----
The bedroom door slid open and Evan looked up anxiously, not bothering to hide the fact that he’d been waiting. You wouldn’t guess from the way John lounged in the doorway with his hands in his pockets that he’d spent most of the day believing that Evan was dead, but by now he was good at hiding his emotions. It had taken Evan long enough to figure out the other soldier’s orientation; in what was effectively a military outpost you learned to be careful about revealing your sexuality.
“Hi,” Evan said casually, the waver in his voice betraying just how crappy he felt. He wished he could sleep for a hundred years, but knowing his luck he’d wake up to find Atlantis destroyed and John dead.
To his credit, John didn’t even try to pretend that everything was fine. He walked straight through the room towards Evan, stopping about a foot short, and took his left hand out of his pocket, holding his fist out to Evan. The end of a chain poked out from between his fingers and Evan knew straight away what he held.
“I found these,” he explained softly, opening his hand to reveal a pair of dog tags, slightly charred but still legible.
Not trusting himself to speak, Evan reached out and closed his hand around John’s trapping his dog tags between their palms. “Where?” he managed to croak, forcing himself to meet John’s gaze and then looking away when he saw the intensity with which the Colonel was looking at him.
“On another man’s dead body,” he answered bluntly. “That’s why I thought it was you.”
“Sorry.” It wasn’t enough to convey all that Evan wanted to say, but he knew it was enough to make John understand. They were so alike that most of the time a single word was all that was necessary.
Evan pulled, and John came willingly into his embrace, not letting go of the hand in which the dog tags were clasped. His right arm wrapped tightly around Evan’s shoulders and Evan slipped his own around John’s waist, burying his face in John’s chest and inhaling deeply.
He smelled musk and sweat and fear and knew that John hadn’t showered since they’d returned from the Genii outpost after Ladon had released them. More importantly that that, it was the smell that brought home to him the reality that they were both alive.
“Fuck,” John muttered, and Evan knew exactly what he meant. Neither of them could deny that this was no longer the casual, meaningless relationship that they had entered into six months ago. Evan knew that it was dangerous to develop strong feelings for someone who walked into danger on a daily basis. God knew he’d tried not to fall in love with the guy, but lately he’d started to come to the conclusion that the inevitable had happened.
“Now what’re we gonna do?” he wondered, lifting his head away from John’s chest. A hand came down to caress his cheek, thumb running over the curve of his lips as the other four fingers slid along his cheekbone. It occurred to him that they were still clutching the dog tags between them, so tightly that the edges of the metal was digging into their skin.
Exhaling softly, John inclined his shoulders in a helpless shrug. “Nothing we can do,” he admitted. “Looks like we’re stuck.”
“I don’t suppose there’s any point in-” Evan knew that suggesting they stop seeing each other would be pointless; just because they stopped fucking, it wouldn’t soften the blow when one of them died and the other was left behind to mourn.
“No.” John shook his head briefly with a sad smile. “We’d only regret it.”
“Well then.” Evan opened his hand and pulled it away from John’s, ignoring the painful red groove in his palm and instead stroking his finger along the identical groove in John’s. His lover took hold of Evan’s hand and mirrored his actions, watching Evan’s face intently.
Evan smiled and leaned forward to kiss the other man. “Guess we’d better make the most of it, while it lasts.”
John signalled his agreement by deepening the kiss, and the two of them fell backward onto the bed, desperate to touch and taste and remember each other before fate inevitably tore them apart.
-----xxXxx-----
Teyla often found it hard to concentrate when she was on her back on the scratchy regulation sheets from Earth, her lover leaning over her with a mischievous look on her face and two fingers deep inside her. The fingers slid in and out, slowly at first but increasing in speed until Teyla was gasping with pleasure, then slowing down again to prolong her release. It always amazed her how Laura seemed to know exactly how far to take her before slowing down, as if some instinct told her when Teyla was on the edge of orgasm.
The Athosian had never known a lover like her, male or female, and she counted herself lucky to be the one with the privilege of sleeping in Laura’s bed. As much as they might wish to be in Teyla’s place, none of the men in the city would ever know Laura as intimately as Teyla had come to know her, and this sent a thrill of excitement down her spine every time she caught a Marine or scientist looking in her lover’s direction.
Dangling above Teyla’s face were the metal tags worn by all of Atlantis’s military personnel. When Laura was stood up straight, the chain fell neatly between her breasts, lost amidst the silky white curves that Teyla loved to hold while she drifted off to sleep, but when Laura leant over her like this the chain fell forward, hanging invitingly within Teyla’s reach.
In the delirious state approaching orgasm, Teyla felt drawn towards the shiny alien object, compelled to grasp the intricate metal chain in her hand. She was so far gone that it took a second to locate the right limb, but she managed to bring it up in front of her face so that she could see the light brown shape of her own hand as she reached out and cradled the dog tags in her palm.
Laura seemed surprised that Teyla had done this, but a moment later this facial expression was replaced by a wicked smile, and Teyla felt a rough thumb brush against her most sensitive area, a part of her that Laura had termed her clitoris. Biting her lip to prevent the escape of the moan that she knew would invite Laura to tease her further, Teyla started to rub her own thumb over the thin rectangle of metal, unconsciously mirroring the movement of Laura’s thumb.
Her hips bucked upwards uncontrollably as the orgasm tore through her, stealing her breath and forcing her eyes shut but not stopping the motion of her thumb across the metal. Once the waves of pleasure subsided and Laura’s fingers had slipped out of her, Teyla felt a warm tongue slide across her fingers and opened her eyes to see Laura leisurely licking her way across the dog tags, tongue following the curve of Teyla’s fingers. Laura licked a long stripe over Teyla’s hand, up her arm and over her shoulder and the Athosian let go of the dog tags as they were gently pulled from her grip; she did not want to strangle her lover.
The bed creaked as her lover settled in beside her, stroking the curve of Teyla’s body as she ran her tongue across Teyla’s cheek and into her mouth. Their bodies pressed together, damp with sweat and come that made the entire room smell deliciously of sex.
“What’s this sudden fascination with my dog tags?” Laura asked as they pulled away for breath. The tags lay against her chest now, following the curve of her left breast, and Teyla ran her hand along the chain, stopping when she reached the nipple and circling it slowly until the small pink bud peaked.
“They draw attention the curves of your body,” Teyla told her with a smile. “They emphasise your beauty.”
“Hmm.” The wicked grin was back on her face and Teyla was compelled to lean in and kiss the mouth that formed it. Laura nibbled Teyla’s lip as she pulled back and rested her chin on her hand thoughtfully. “Maybe I should make you wear them next time.”
Teyla closed her eyes, sighing in contentment. “I would like that very much.”
-----xxXxx-----
Radek had been staring at the back of Rodney’s neck for some time now. Under normal circumstances, he might be more discreet about eyeing up his superior in public, but if his hypothesis was correct…
Rodney was wearing dog tags. For a brief moment, as he had reached back to scratch his neck, the collar of his jacket had fallen open just enough to reveal the chain that rested against his collarbone.
Swallowing hard, Radek wrenched his gaze away and tried to turn his attention back to his computer screen, but no amount of rapid blinking would help him concentrate. This was a disaster. Rodney was bound to notice and then he was sure to come over and talk to him and then there was nothing to prevent Radek from pouncing and tearing at the other man’s clothes and completely embarrassing himself. Not to mention probably getting himself moved to Kavanagh’s lab and given all of the worst maintenance jobs.
There was nothing for it. The only other solution to his problem was to resign and ask to be sent home to Earth, where he could emigrate to a nice, remote, peaceful country where they’d never even heard of dog tags. Except now Rodney was looking at him with an odd expression and yes, he had definitely noticed Radek’s strange behaviour and he was coming over to check on him and oh God, what was he going to do now?
“Something wrong?” Rodney asked him, a look of concern on his face. He placed a hand on Radek’s shoulder and it was all he could do to suppress the shudder of desire that almost took control of him.
“Uh. No, I just… ah.” Radek felt himself staring again, watching the line of Rodney’s jacket as if it would magically fall open and give him another glimpse of what he had seen. “Take off your shirt,” he heard himself say before his brain could stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.
“What? Did you just ask me to-” Rodney was gaping, open-mouthed and Radek had to close his eyes and bite his lip before he did something even more stupid.
“I am sorry,” he said quietly, wishing that Rodney would just go away and leave him to kill himself in private. When he opened his eyes, though, he found that Rodney’s expression had softened to something he was unable to identify. Now Radek’s hands were moving of their own accord, tugging at Rodney’s jacket until it fell from his shoulders and then pulling at the shirt until Rodney lifted his arms and helped him get it off. This compliance surprised Radek even more than the initial revelation of the secret that lay underneath the clothes he had just removed.
And there they were. Taking a deep breath, Radek reached out and took Rodney’s dog tags in his hand, running a finger over the bumps that spelled out Rodney’s name, social security number, blood type and religion (atheist, of course).
“Um, what are you doing?” Rodney asked weakly, a little too late to pretend that he had any objection to Radek’s attention. Without ceasing the gentle exploration of the tags, Radek looked up to find the steady gaze of two intelligent blue eyes and wondered how to explain himself.
“You know the feeling you get when an attractive blonde woman enters the room?” he said eventually, remembering the way that Rodney talked about Samantha Carter. “No matter who she may be, you feel drawn to her because of this aspect of her?”
“You mean I have a thing for blondes?” Rodney asked, frowning in confusion. “What does this have to do with you stripping me and… and fondling my identification tags?”
Rolling his eyes, Radek sighed and continued. “Yes, well, as you put it, I have a thing for dog tags. When I see someone wearing them, I find it hard to control myself.”
“I can tell.” The fact that Rodney sounded amused was probably a good sign. “Uh, I don’t supposed you’ve noticed all the Marines walking around the city…”
Letting the dog tags fall from his grasp, Radek nodded. “That is different. I make more of an effort to restrain myself around the military. I suppose I have become used to them.” He shrugged. “When I saw that you were wearing them, I was caught off guard. I am sorry.”
“Nonono, wait.” When he saw that Radek was about to draw away, Rodney grabbed his wrist. “You can’t disrobe me and tell me… all of that, and then expect me to walk away.” He moved closer, close enough that Radek could hear his breathing, and took Radek’s other wrist in his other hand. “What other kinks do you have that I don’t know about?” he asked in a low voice that made Radek’s lower lip start to tremble.
When they kissed, he could feel the cold metal against his neck, and he threaded the chain through the fingers of one hand while he used the other to pull Rodney closer and deepen the kiss.