fic: Fridays
Title: Fridays
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Warnings: pwp
Word Count: 540
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Who doesn't love Fridays?
Author's Note: It's Friday somewhere so it's early enough to post this I feel. Also, this is my first fic, and I self-beta'd, so any errors are mine.
John slouched against the doorway, watching Rodney peck away at his keyboard. Eventually the scientist looked up, apparently feeling John’s eyes on him.
“Colonel. Is there something I can do for you?”
John looked at him for another minute before straightening up, with a slight smirk on his lips. “Do you know what day of the week it is?” he asked.
“Ummm…” Rodney actually didn’t have the slightest clue. Days of the week held little meaning in Atlantis, where every day was really an adventure in staying alive.
“It’s Friday,” John answered his own question.
Rodney raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to mean something special, Colonel?”
John slowly sauntered over to Rodney’s desk, still smirking. “I’ve always loved Fridays.”
Rodney snorted, “It’s not like it’s followed by a day off here or anything. So why is the day of the week so important now?”
Leaning his hip against the desk, John looked down at Rodney. The scientist didn’t know why, but the glint in John’s eyes was starting to make his blood flow in unexpected directions.
“Uhh, John? What exactly…” Rodney didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, he found his mouth occupied with kissing John, who had leaned down and surprised Rodney by silencing him with warm lips. Rodney didn’t want to show his surprise too much, in case John thought better of his actions, so instead he just returned the kiss with eagerness.
He felt John drop to his knees and place hands upon his hips, massaging gently. Then John’s hands moved to the front of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. John managed to free Rodney’s cock, which by this point was quite happy to join in the fun.
John broke off the kiss, and Rodney started to complain, when instead he found himself moaning as John took his cock into his mouth. The heat, and wet, and suction, drove what few thoughts still remained in Rodney’s head right out, and he leaned his head back and focused on not coming right away. Rodney found his hands wandering towards John’s head, and his fingers wove into the unruly hair. John hummed in the back of his throat, and Rodney had to tighten his grip to keep from coming. He could feel John’s smile as the soldier continued to bob up and down, licking and sucking on the hard and leaking cock in his mouth. Finally, the sensations were too much for Rodney to resist, and he found himself coming so quick and so hard he was unable to warn John. John didn’t seem to mind, swallowing everything Rodney spilled into his mouth.
When Rodney was fully spent, his entire body went limp and he relaxed into his chair with lidded eyes. John licked him clean, and then tucked him back into his trousers.
When he was done he leaned up to kiss Rodney on the mouth and whisper into his ear, “Blowjob Fridays. That’s why I’ve always loved Fridays.”
Then he walked out of the lab.
Rodney finally regained enough control of his body to sit up and open his eyes. He looked out the door John had just left through and said to himself, “I think I could grow to love Fridays here.”
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Warnings: pwp
Word Count: 540
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Who doesn't love Fridays?
Author's Note: It's Friday somewhere so it's early enough to post this I feel. Also, this is my first fic, and I self-beta'd, so any errors are mine.
John slouched against the doorway, watching Rodney peck away at his keyboard. Eventually the scientist looked up, apparently feeling John’s eyes on him.
“Colonel. Is there something I can do for you?”
John looked at him for another minute before straightening up, with a slight smirk on his lips. “Do you know what day of the week it is?” he asked.
“Ummm…” Rodney actually didn’t have the slightest clue. Days of the week held little meaning in Atlantis, where every day was really an adventure in staying alive.
“It’s Friday,” John answered his own question.
Rodney raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to mean something special, Colonel?”
John slowly sauntered over to Rodney’s desk, still smirking. “I’ve always loved Fridays.”
Rodney snorted, “It’s not like it’s followed by a day off here or anything. So why is the day of the week so important now?”
Leaning his hip against the desk, John looked down at Rodney. The scientist didn’t know why, but the glint in John’s eyes was starting to make his blood flow in unexpected directions.
“Uhh, John? What exactly…” Rodney didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, he found his mouth occupied with kissing John, who had leaned down and surprised Rodney by silencing him with warm lips. Rodney didn’t want to show his surprise too much, in case John thought better of his actions, so instead he just returned the kiss with eagerness.
He felt John drop to his knees and place hands upon his hips, massaging gently. Then John’s hands moved to the front of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. John managed to free Rodney’s cock, which by this point was quite happy to join in the fun.
John broke off the kiss, and Rodney started to complain, when instead he found himself moaning as John took his cock into his mouth. The heat, and wet, and suction, drove what few thoughts still remained in Rodney’s head right out, and he leaned his head back and focused on not coming right away. Rodney found his hands wandering towards John’s head, and his fingers wove into the unruly hair. John hummed in the back of his throat, and Rodney had to tighten his grip to keep from coming. He could feel John’s smile as the soldier continued to bob up and down, licking and sucking on the hard and leaking cock in his mouth. Finally, the sensations were too much for Rodney to resist, and he found himself coming so quick and so hard he was unable to warn John. John didn’t seem to mind, swallowing everything Rodney spilled into his mouth.
When Rodney was fully spent, his entire body went limp and he relaxed into his chair with lidded eyes. John licked him clean, and then tucked him back into his trousers.
When he was done he leaned up to kiss Rodney on the mouth and whisper into his ear, “Blowjob Fridays. That’s why I’ve always loved Fridays.”
Then he walked out of the lab.
Rodney finally regained enough control of his body to sit up and open his eyes. He looked out the door John had just left through and said to himself, “I think I could grow to love Fridays here.”