FIC: O-73 (Interfemoral), NC-17, SGA, McShep
Title: O-73 (Interfemoral)
Author: Tara Keezer
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Notes: Written for kink_bingo, with the prompt of interfemoral. Roughly 550 words of PWP.
~*~*~
He can’t bring himself to fuck John’s ass no matter how perfect it is -- and yes, John’s ass is definitely perfect. Who knew that dedicated adherence to an absurd physical fitness regimen could do such wonderful things to a man’s glutei? But even with that kind of perfection, he’s not going there.
In fact, he has never been able to go there with anyone, because he knows full well just how dangerous it is, and not just for him (honestly, who thinks a thin barrier of latex is enough to protect anyone against bacterial infection or worse?). It’s dangerous for his partners, too, because in all modesty, his cock is large enough that there could be tearing, even with a generous helping of lube.
So no, he won’t fuck John that way, but there is another way. As far as Rodney’s concerned, it’s the best way ever, especially when John remembers to keep his legs closed, because so help him, if John doesn’t get with the program soon - “I swear, Sheppard, I’m tying your goddamn knees together the next time if you don’t learn to concentrate.”
And whoa, is that a flare of heat in John’s eyes? Maybe so, but he’s not going to get distracted. Not when they’re like this and he’s in the best groove ever. For once, he’s managed to use exactly the right amount of lube, and when John keeps his thighs tight together, Rodney is fucking the most perfect tunnel of skin imaginable.
John has just enough hair on his balls and perineum to provide a perfect counter irritant to the warm slide of Rodney’s cock between John’s legs. The slight scratch keeps him on the threshold for what seems like forever, which - “Jesus, McKay! Would you get a move on already? How much longer -”
“Maybe a gag, too,” Rodney says in absent-minded irritation, though there’s no missing the fact that John shudders at the suggestion, and isn’t that interesting? Interesting enough, at any rate, for Rodney to pick up speed and stop John from whining again by the simple expedience of a kiss.
And it’s a hell of a kiss, too. John, lazy son of a bitch that he is, rarely gets as involved in a kiss as Rodney does, but right now, he’s all sloppy tongue and teeth, and that makes Rodney go even faster and harder, and by now, John has to be hurting at least a little, if only because Rodney himself is starting to feel the burn of friction. But Christ, it feels so goddamn good and right and if he could hold them there forever in a tiny bubble of time, he would do so quite happily.
Unfortunately, John has other ideas, because Rodney has finally pushed him over the edge, and John is coming hard, and that sets Rodney off. And yes, Rodney thinks, fucking John like this is the best thing ever. There’s no way in hell anal sex is half as good as the intimacy of being trapped between John’s legs as they twitch and shudder through the aftershocks of orgasm.
He’s breathing hard when he drops his forehead to John’s shoulder and asks, “So. A gag with a side of bondage?”
“Shut up, Rodney.”
He does, but not without making a mental note over the way John’s cock quivered at the question.
Author: Tara Keezer
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Notes: Written for kink_bingo, with the prompt of interfemoral. Roughly 550 words of PWP.
~*~*~
He can’t bring himself to fuck John’s ass no matter how perfect it is -- and yes, John’s ass is definitely perfect. Who knew that dedicated adherence to an absurd physical fitness regimen could do such wonderful things to a man’s glutei? But even with that kind of perfection, he’s not going there.
In fact, he has never been able to go there with anyone, because he knows full well just how dangerous it is, and not just for him (honestly, who thinks a thin barrier of latex is enough to protect anyone against bacterial infection or worse?). It’s dangerous for his partners, too, because in all modesty, his cock is large enough that there could be tearing, even with a generous helping of lube.
So no, he won’t fuck John that way, but there is another way. As far as Rodney’s concerned, it’s the best way ever, especially when John remembers to keep his legs closed, because so help him, if John doesn’t get with the program soon - “I swear, Sheppard, I’m tying your goddamn knees together the next time if you don’t learn to concentrate.”
And whoa, is that a flare of heat in John’s eyes? Maybe so, but he’s not going to get distracted. Not when they’re like this and he’s in the best groove ever. For once, he’s managed to use exactly the right amount of lube, and when John keeps his thighs tight together, Rodney is fucking the most perfect tunnel of skin imaginable.
John has just enough hair on his balls and perineum to provide a perfect counter irritant to the warm slide of Rodney’s cock between John’s legs. The slight scratch keeps him on the threshold for what seems like forever, which - “Jesus, McKay! Would you get a move on already? How much longer -”
“Maybe a gag, too,” Rodney says in absent-minded irritation, though there’s no missing the fact that John shudders at the suggestion, and isn’t that interesting? Interesting enough, at any rate, for Rodney to pick up speed and stop John from whining again by the simple expedience of a kiss.
And it’s a hell of a kiss, too. John, lazy son of a bitch that he is, rarely gets as involved in a kiss as Rodney does, but right now, he’s all sloppy tongue and teeth, and that makes Rodney go even faster and harder, and by now, John has to be hurting at least a little, if only because Rodney himself is starting to feel the burn of friction. But Christ, it feels so goddamn good and right and if he could hold them there forever in a tiny bubble of time, he would do so quite happily.
Unfortunately, John has other ideas, because Rodney has finally pushed him over the edge, and John is coming hard, and that sets Rodney off. And yes, Rodney thinks, fucking John like this is the best thing ever. There’s no way in hell anal sex is half as good as the intimacy of being trapped between John’s legs as they twitch and shudder through the aftershocks of orgasm.
He’s breathing hard when he drops his forehead to John’s shoulder and asks, “So. A gag with a side of bondage?”
“Shut up, Rodney.”
He does, but not without making a mental note over the way John’s cock quivered at the question.