fic: Recycling
Title: Recycling
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Warnings: light bondage
Word Count: 1134
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was really rather interesting what Rodney could do with a spare computer cable when inspired.
Author's Note: Written for Her_Xcelncy, who requested this summary.
Personally, John hadn’t expected Rodney to agree so whole heartedly with Dr. Weir when she’d recommended the people of Atlantis start being more environmentally aware, and consider how they could reuse items instead of just throwing them away. But when she had mentioned it in the science lab earlier that day, Rodney’s eyes had darted to the trash can and then back to her and he’d nodded quite enthusiastically.
“You are quite right, Elizabeth. In fact, I think I’ll have the Colonel help me with a recycling project right now. If you’re done with him?”
Dr. Weir looked surprised to be getting support from such an unexpected corner, but nodded. “Sure, Rodney. He’s all yours.”
John knew he should have been worried at the gleam that came into Rodney’s eyes at that, but he was still distracted by the idea of Rodney agreeing to something as socially correct as recycling.
But now, thirty minutes later, in Rodney’s quarters, John was starting to wish he’d been a little quicker on the uptake. He tugged again on his arms, but the Ethernet cable tying his wrists to the head board didn’t give. He looked down towards his feet, where Rodney was using the frayed power cord that had been on top of the lab’s trash can to secure one leg. When he was finished with that, Rodney moved over to secure the other with what looked like another Ethernet cord.
“Where did you even get this many broken cords from, Rodney?” John asked, in a vaguely petulant tone.
“We’ve been here for several years now, John. That means our computers are all several years old. And it’s not like they have a particularly gentle life. Haven’t you noticed all the recent requests for new computer equipment from Earth?”
John lifted an eyebrow. “No, no I haven’t.”
Rodney thought about that for a moment, before, “That’s right, poor Major Lorne actually does all your paperwork for you, doesn’t he?”
John quickly moved to change the topic. “I’m fairly certain this isn’t exactly what Dr. Weir had in mind when she recommended recycling, Rodney.”
Rodney smirked at him. “She didn’t specify what sort of new uses we had to find.”
By this point Rodney had finished securing John to the bed, and crawled up over him. “You aren’t complaining, are you?” he asked, as he ran his hands over John’s bare chest and up his arms, checking that his hands were still secure.
John felt his body arch up to meet Rodney’s touch. “No…no,” he stuttered. “Not complaining, just…”
His words trailed off as Rodney ran his hands back down John’s body to his hips.
“Good,” Rodney said, as he moved his hands around to John’s ass, which was held up off the bed by a pillow under the small of his back. Rodney grabbed the lube from the edge of the bed and put some on his fingers, before starting to prep John.
John tried to jump when Rodney’s finger first entered him, but he was held in place by the cords. Rodney managed to find that one spot inside of him and John bucked. Once Rodney felt John was ready, he pulled his fingers out. The bonds held John in place as he tried to move to keep those fingers inside of him.
“Shh,” Rodney whispered. “Just one minute.” And then John felt his body being filled again as Rodney slid into place. The scientist gave John a minute to adjust, and then started moving. John tried to move with him, but Rodney had him too well secured.
Rodney smirked again and shook his head. “Not this time, John. This time you’re just going to have to lie there and take it.”
John groaned, and tilted his head back. Rodney leaned down and nibbled on his neck. He moved his mouth lower, over the colonel’s collarbone, and started licking and sucking. John’s eyes flew open and he tried again to move.
“Rodney!” John’s cry came out as a strangled whisper.
“This time, John, you are mine. And I’m going to mark you as such.” The gleam in Rodney’s eye’s softened a bit. “Don’t worry, no one will see it.” Then he went back to sucking at John’s skin.
John didn’t have a choice but to let his lover do as he pleased.
Rodney’s thrusts, which had been steady up until now, started to become erratic, and he pushed himself up so he could look down and see himself moving in and out of John. Then he began to move more quickly, pushing in deeply, making certain he was at just the right angle to make John gasp with every thrust. John strained against the cords on his arms, clearly wishing to reach for his cock, to push himself over the edge.
“No, John. I want you to come just from this. From my cock up your ass, from knowing that you can’t do anything but accept what I chose to do to you.”
John continued to tug on the restraints, but it was clear that he was no longer struggling to free himself, merely that the sensations of his body were too great for him to keep still. Rodney hit his prostate once more, and felt John’s body spasm as the orgasm tore through him, covering both of their chests with his come. The tightening of John’s ass around his cock caused Rodney to come too.
Rodney collapsed on top of John, and lay there panting for several minutes. Then he crawled up and untied John’s hands. Next he moved down and released the foot held by the old power cord. When he tried to untie the Ethernet cord around the other foot, he couldn’t get it loose.
“Oh come on now. I did not tie this that tightly. I wasn’t even a boy scout!” He continued to tug at it, to no avail. Then he felt John’s arms wrap around him from behind.
“Don’t worry about it,” John murmured and tugged him back down until his head was resting on John’s chest.
Rodney however refused to give into the post coital haze that John had fallen into. “Don’t worry about it?! Don’t worry about it? But what if the city starts exploding or the Wraith attack? Are you just going to say ‘Sorry, I can’t come fight now, I’m tied to a bed with an Ethernet cord?’ I can’t believe it won’t come untied! That’s it. I’m never recycling again.”
John growled, then reached to the floor, grabbed his knife out of his pant’s pocket, and leaned down to cut the cord holding his ankle. Then he flopped back down on the bed and pulled Rodney with him.
“Oh. Well. Okay,” Rodney said, then snuggled in closer to John’s chest and drifted off to sleep.
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Warnings: light bondage
Word Count: 1134
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was really rather interesting what Rodney could do with a spare computer cable when inspired.
Author's Note: Written for Her_Xcelncy, who requested this summary.
Personally, John hadn’t expected Rodney to agree so whole heartedly with Dr. Weir when she’d recommended the people of Atlantis start being more environmentally aware, and consider how they could reuse items instead of just throwing them away. But when she had mentioned it in the science lab earlier that day, Rodney’s eyes had darted to the trash can and then back to her and he’d nodded quite enthusiastically.
“You are quite right, Elizabeth. In fact, I think I’ll have the Colonel help me with a recycling project right now. If you’re done with him?”
Dr. Weir looked surprised to be getting support from such an unexpected corner, but nodded. “Sure, Rodney. He’s all yours.”
John knew he should have been worried at the gleam that came into Rodney’s eyes at that, but he was still distracted by the idea of Rodney agreeing to something as socially correct as recycling.
But now, thirty minutes later, in Rodney’s quarters, John was starting to wish he’d been a little quicker on the uptake. He tugged again on his arms, but the Ethernet cable tying his wrists to the head board didn’t give. He looked down towards his feet, where Rodney was using the frayed power cord that had been on top of the lab’s trash can to secure one leg. When he was finished with that, Rodney moved over to secure the other with what looked like another Ethernet cord.
“Where did you even get this many broken cords from, Rodney?” John asked, in a vaguely petulant tone.
“We’ve been here for several years now, John. That means our computers are all several years old. And it’s not like they have a particularly gentle life. Haven’t you noticed all the recent requests for new computer equipment from Earth?”
John lifted an eyebrow. “No, no I haven’t.”
Rodney thought about that for a moment, before, “That’s right, poor Major Lorne actually does all your paperwork for you, doesn’t he?”
John quickly moved to change the topic. “I’m fairly certain this isn’t exactly what Dr. Weir had in mind when she recommended recycling, Rodney.”
Rodney smirked at him. “She didn’t specify what sort of new uses we had to find.”
By this point Rodney had finished securing John to the bed, and crawled up over him. “You aren’t complaining, are you?” he asked, as he ran his hands over John’s bare chest and up his arms, checking that his hands were still secure.
John felt his body arch up to meet Rodney’s touch. “No…no,” he stuttered. “Not complaining, just…”
His words trailed off as Rodney ran his hands back down John’s body to his hips.
“Good,” Rodney said, as he moved his hands around to John’s ass, which was held up off the bed by a pillow under the small of his back. Rodney grabbed the lube from the edge of the bed and put some on his fingers, before starting to prep John.
John tried to jump when Rodney’s finger first entered him, but he was held in place by the cords. Rodney managed to find that one spot inside of him and John bucked. Once Rodney felt John was ready, he pulled his fingers out. The bonds held John in place as he tried to move to keep those fingers inside of him.
“Shh,” Rodney whispered. “Just one minute.” And then John felt his body being filled again as Rodney slid into place. The scientist gave John a minute to adjust, and then started moving. John tried to move with him, but Rodney had him too well secured.
Rodney smirked again and shook his head. “Not this time, John. This time you’re just going to have to lie there and take it.”
John groaned, and tilted his head back. Rodney leaned down and nibbled on his neck. He moved his mouth lower, over the colonel’s collarbone, and started licking and sucking. John’s eyes flew open and he tried again to move.
“Rodney!” John’s cry came out as a strangled whisper.
“This time, John, you are mine. And I’m going to mark you as such.” The gleam in Rodney’s eye’s softened a bit. “Don’t worry, no one will see it.” Then he went back to sucking at John’s skin.
John didn’t have a choice but to let his lover do as he pleased.
Rodney’s thrusts, which had been steady up until now, started to become erratic, and he pushed himself up so he could look down and see himself moving in and out of John. Then he began to move more quickly, pushing in deeply, making certain he was at just the right angle to make John gasp with every thrust. John strained against the cords on his arms, clearly wishing to reach for his cock, to push himself over the edge.
“No, John. I want you to come just from this. From my cock up your ass, from knowing that you can’t do anything but accept what I chose to do to you.”
John continued to tug on the restraints, but it was clear that he was no longer struggling to free himself, merely that the sensations of his body were too great for him to keep still. Rodney hit his prostate once more, and felt John’s body spasm as the orgasm tore through him, covering both of their chests with his come. The tightening of John’s ass around his cock caused Rodney to come too.
Rodney collapsed on top of John, and lay there panting for several minutes. Then he crawled up and untied John’s hands. Next he moved down and released the foot held by the old power cord. When he tried to untie the Ethernet cord around the other foot, he couldn’t get it loose.
“Oh come on now. I did not tie this that tightly. I wasn’t even a boy scout!” He continued to tug at it, to no avail. Then he felt John’s arms wrap around him from behind.
“Don’t worry about it,” John murmured and tugged him back down until his head was resting on John’s chest.
Rodney however refused to give into the post coital haze that John had fallen into. “Don’t worry about it?! Don’t worry about it? But what if the city starts exploding or the Wraith attack? Are you just going to say ‘Sorry, I can’t come fight now, I’m tied to a bed with an Ethernet cord?’ I can’t believe it won’t come untied! That’s it. I’m never recycling again.”
John growled, then reached to the floor, grabbed his knife out of his pant’s pocket, and leaned down to cut the cord holding his ankle. Then he flopped back down on the bed and pulled Rodney with him.
“Oh. Well. Okay,” Rodney said, then snuggled in closer to John’s chest and drifted off to sleep.