Passing Shot [1/3][stargate atlantis] (World Cup)
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I picked a name for the blond Czech scientist you see on The Rising. She looks like a Simona.
SPOILERS for Czech Republic vs. USA. Czech mistakes are my own. Stargate Atlantis does not belong to me. Also an answer to an SGA sex challenge.
Passing Shot [1/3]
Prompt: Touch me
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Content: Graphic m/m sex and other dirty action. Adult.
Five minutes into the match, Sheppard slumped back and said, "Oh shit."
In the next couch, Doubek jumped up and started dancing with Novak, who had been convinced that she was part Czech, or at least somewhat Germanic.
Radek Zelenka merely smiled. Then he flicked off McKay, who was glaring daggers at the back of his head.
*
"So, Doc," said Major Lorne. "Three goals, huh?"
"My condolences on how they roll over and die," said Radek cheerily. "Also, on the fact that you owe me."
Lorne grimaced. "Yeah, I know. Listen, I gotta finish the last stack of paperwork before the Daedalus shoves off." He lowered his voice. "Colonel Caldwell says he won't release the third set of group play if all our stuff's not in."
Radek's eyes widened. "Yes, yes, very important." Hermiod had coded the World Cup files to be opened in order, which meant they hadn't been able to watch Brazil first. McKay and a number of others could break the code, of course, hence Caldwell's tactic of keeping the data crystal in his pocket.
"Later, then." They parted at the transporter. Radek didn't ask why Colonel Sheppard was not helping Lorne; he knew where he was.
*
Sheppard looked kind of hunted when he showed up at Radek's quarters. "Three goals, huh?" he said, kind of dejectedly.
"You were watching the same game. Come in, Colonel."
"So," Sheppard said slowly, looking around the room. It was much neater than McKay's, but this was admittedly not a challenge. He ran his hands over the stacks of poetry books, most in Czech, some in Polish. "Give it to me straight, Radek. How many other bets did you make with us Americans?"
There was a twinkle in Radek's eye. "You are the one who owes me. But I am a nice man, unlike some people, so I'll tell you that it was only Lorne, Cadman, and Smith."
"No scientists?" Sheppard settled on the edge of the bed.
"There is an obvious joke there," said Radek mildly, "but as I said, Colonel, 'unlike some people.'"
Sheppard laughed. "John, please."
"Oh?" Radek was surprised. He had been looking forward to this. He wiped his hands on his trouser seams, and took off his glasses.
Sheppard-- John raised a brow. "Sure. You want your shirt on, or off?"
"On, please. They are very soft shirts."
"I noticed."
Radek cleared his throat then crawled up his bed. He felt John's eyes on him, but the clinical gaze was comforting instead of embarrassing. It was nice to have someone who knew what they were doing.
He was barely settled on the mattress before strong fingers dug into his back. "Uhhh... ano, ano. Být v sedmém nebi."
A laugh rolled out of John's throat. "I haven't even started."
"You do not have... tension like me."
"Oh yeah?" John plunged into a knot, fingers sparking pain and pleasure from the top of Radek's brow to the tips of his toes.
"You get McKay, you can shoot at something. I must sit in small, dark lab and get headaches."
"The arm-waving can't help either."
The man was turning him to gelatin. Radek could feel the last week of puddlejumper repairs melting away. And then he started on his shoulders. "Jé, there, that is good."
"Now that I have you moaning," murmured John, sending quite a different shiver up his spine, "you gonna tell me what the others owe you?"
Radek muttered into his pillow. "Is all legal..."
"Humor me. Y'know, military commander and all."
A snort. "Very well. Smith is giving over his ice cream rations."
"That space camp stuff?"
"I can trade it," explained Radek into his arm. Even through the fabric, John's hands were like warm stones. "Lorne is surrendering the chocolate stash he is not supposed to have."
John whistled. "And Cadman?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Radek."
"You are her commanding officer. She will be embarrassed." Radek was so contact-drunk that he missed the implication. "No, no, not like that. Socially. She does not like to act girly."
John made a horrified sound. "What's she going to do, give you a facial?"
Radek laughed. "She will give pedicures to the women in Engineering and Oceanography. Has been a hard month."
"Huh," said John, smoothing his palms across Radek's back. "That was nice of you."
"She was the one who bet me. I wanted nothing from her, personally. And has been a hard month for McKay as well, so he has forgotten to reward the work."
John stopped suddenly, his hands still flat and warm as sunning rocks. Radek was tempted to look up, but he was too comfortable. "Rodney owes you, doesn't he?"
"Ah, you didn't ask for Canadians." Radek turned his head, mouth quirking. "Three goals, John."
"Tell me," John growled, and it was such an unexpected, electric sound that Radek blurted the answer.
"A kiss."
John stilled. Radek squirmed and turned over in time to hear his emphatic "Fuck."
Without his glasses, Radek couldn't see much, but he could guess. They'd charted then-Major Sheppard's visualization skills several times. John was picturing it. When he moved at last, it was to wipe his brow with his ubiquitous wristband.
Radek took a deep breath. "You know, if you rush out of my quarters with obvious erection, is true that my reputation will be much enhanced. But it will be distracting, mít se dobře? My work cannot stand the interruption."
The bed shifted. But John wasn't going anywhere.
Radek flashed a smile, patting John's knee. "Three goals," he said.
He heard John swallow. "It's not going to be just a kiss, right? You're going to make out?"
"I believe so. We did not agree on terms, but I have never known Rodney to do things by halves."
"Fuck," John said again, and Radek said, "Take off your shirt."
The dark shape became a pale one, and John's silence became the sharp panting of someone hovering over him. Radek smiled encouragingly, running a hand through the trail of hair on John's chest, fingers caught on the dogtags for just a moment. "Dobrý, John. I think he will be very nervous at first."
John leaned in close enough for Radek to make out his hazel eyes, pupils wide with shock and arousal. Radek found a nipple and John's eyelids fluttered, his breath quickening.
Radek cleared his throat. If he didn't think about it, English could roll of his tongue as easily as Czech. "True, he will probably insult me somehow, because that is what he does when he is nervous. I think I will catch him mid-sentence. Suck his words out, like I've always wanted."
"Radek," John said raggedly. He nearly sat up, when Radek traced a finger across his chin and into his mouth. John moaned, even more desperately than Radek had earlier, and suckled his finger.
"I am smaller man, but I think if I grab his collar," Radek pushed his finger in and out of John's accomodating lips, "I can steer him. He will forget what to do with his hands for a moment. That is all I need."
The bed shifted again. "I gotta," said John around Radek's finger.
"Open your pants, then," and John was pushing them down already. Radek licked his lips, gave up, and fumbled for his glasses. "Ah, better. Much better." John's cock was rosy and nearly at attention. "Do not touch yourself. I am not done with my plans for McKay. You understand, right?"
"Yeah," said John, sounding drugged. Those strong fingers curled around his bare thighs.
"Your team," said Radek, "very disappointing. Did not put up much of a fight, other than perhaps Reyna. It was not a pretty game, our side cutting through all the mistakes."
"I can make up for that," said John.
Radek gave up. He was a nice guy, and he was also an engineer. He knew how to identify what was needed. John looked ... needy. Hungry. "Take it out, please. Suck."
John fell on him with an eager whimper, freeing him before Radek could process the movement. He arched up at the unexpectedly tight, moist warmth, and was mortified that he'd hurt John until he realized that John was taking it. "I'm going to stick my tongue in his mouth," he gasped. "Very wide mouth. Rodney will not expect it. He will make sounds, like after he has eaten fresh tapioca."
Tangled up in his pants, John was wriggling madly now, moaning around the cockhead. His thumb ran along the insides of Radek's thighs. Then he glanced up, read something in Radek's eyes, and wrapped his hand around the base.
"He'll try," shuddered Radek. "He will try to get away, but if you put arm around his neck, and scratch... very lightly... the back of his neck, he makes groaning noises and forget how to use his hands again."
John's hand tightened and he keened, vibrations sending a wave of unbearable pleasure through Radek. His hips twitched and everything let go, whiting out, double images of what he was going to do to Rodney and what he was doing to John.
When he caught his breath, John was licking up the mess. "Dekuji, Rosicky," said Radek to the ceiling.
"Want to go for that third goal?" John said hoarsely. His tongue ran over his lips.
Radek shook his head. "Sorry. Go ahead."
John shrugged, probably figuring he had nothing to lose, and pushed his cock into his fist.
"Now that is pretty," Radek said appreciatively. John was keeping quiet, though the bed was groaning with his every thrust. His eyes were half-shut, concentrated, until Radek said, "McKay is probably most skilled kisser in science division," at which point John's eyes snapped open and he came all over his arm and chest.
"...no way," said John after a long moment.
"Oh yes," said Radek languidly. "Have data from reliable sources. Next to his brain, his mouth is most proficient."
John scrubbed a hand through his hair. "Huh," he said under his breath. Radek gestured at a stack of towels, and soon John was efficiently getting into his clothes while Radek basked. To think he still had other favors to collect. His eyelids sank.
"Hey, Radek..."
"No need to worry, John," he said, opening one eye. "I served in military when I was a boy. I get it." John nodded his thanks, letting himself out.
He had a nice behind, Radek thought. He should probably pass this on to Rodney.
part two
I picked a name for the blond Czech scientist you see on The Rising. She looks like a Simona.
SPOILERS for Czech Republic vs. USA. Czech mistakes are my own. Stargate Atlantis does not belong to me. Also an answer to an SGA sex challenge.
Passing Shot [1/3]
Prompt: Touch me
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Content: Graphic m/m sex and other dirty action. Adult.
Five minutes into the match, Sheppard slumped back and said, "Oh shit."
In the next couch, Doubek jumped up and started dancing with Novak, who had been convinced that she was part Czech, or at least somewhat Germanic.
Radek Zelenka merely smiled. Then he flicked off McKay, who was glaring daggers at the back of his head.
*
"So, Doc," said Major Lorne. "Three goals, huh?"
"My condolences on how they roll over and die," said Radek cheerily. "Also, on the fact that you owe me."
Lorne grimaced. "Yeah, I know. Listen, I gotta finish the last stack of paperwork before the Daedalus shoves off." He lowered his voice. "Colonel Caldwell says he won't release the third set of group play if all our stuff's not in."
Radek's eyes widened. "Yes, yes, very important." Hermiod had coded the World Cup files to be opened in order, which meant they hadn't been able to watch Brazil first. McKay and a number of others could break the code, of course, hence Caldwell's tactic of keeping the data crystal in his pocket.
"Later, then." They parted at the transporter. Radek didn't ask why Colonel Sheppard was not helping Lorne; he knew where he was.
*
Sheppard looked kind of hunted when he showed up at Radek's quarters. "Three goals, huh?" he said, kind of dejectedly.
"You were watching the same game. Come in, Colonel."
"So," Sheppard said slowly, looking around the room. It was much neater than McKay's, but this was admittedly not a challenge. He ran his hands over the stacks of poetry books, most in Czech, some in Polish. "Give it to me straight, Radek. How many other bets did you make with us Americans?"
There was a twinkle in Radek's eye. "You are the one who owes me. But I am a nice man, unlike some people, so I'll tell you that it was only Lorne, Cadman, and Smith."
"No scientists?" Sheppard settled on the edge of the bed.
"There is an obvious joke there," said Radek mildly, "but as I said, Colonel, 'unlike some people.'"
Sheppard laughed. "John, please."
"Oh?" Radek was surprised. He had been looking forward to this. He wiped his hands on his trouser seams, and took off his glasses.
Sheppard-- John raised a brow. "Sure. You want your shirt on, or off?"
"On, please. They are very soft shirts."
"I noticed."
Radek cleared his throat then crawled up his bed. He felt John's eyes on him, but the clinical gaze was comforting instead of embarrassing. It was nice to have someone who knew what they were doing.
He was barely settled on the mattress before strong fingers dug into his back. "Uhhh... ano, ano. Být v sedmém nebi."
A laugh rolled out of John's throat. "I haven't even started."
"You do not have... tension like me."
"Oh yeah?" John plunged into a knot, fingers sparking pain and pleasure from the top of Radek's brow to the tips of his toes.
"You get McKay, you can shoot at something. I must sit in small, dark lab and get headaches."
"The arm-waving can't help either."
The man was turning him to gelatin. Radek could feel the last week of puddlejumper repairs melting away. And then he started on his shoulders. "Jé, there, that is good."
"Now that I have you moaning," murmured John, sending quite a different shiver up his spine, "you gonna tell me what the others owe you?"
Radek muttered into his pillow. "Is all legal..."
"Humor me. Y'know, military commander and all."
A snort. "Very well. Smith is giving over his ice cream rations."
"That space camp stuff?"
"I can trade it," explained Radek into his arm. Even through the fabric, John's hands were like warm stones. "Lorne is surrendering the chocolate stash he is not supposed to have."
John whistled. "And Cadman?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Radek."
"You are her commanding officer. She will be embarrassed." Radek was so contact-drunk that he missed the implication. "No, no, not like that. Socially. She does not like to act girly."
John made a horrified sound. "What's she going to do, give you a facial?"
Radek laughed. "She will give pedicures to the women in Engineering and Oceanography. Has been a hard month."
"Huh," said John, smoothing his palms across Radek's back. "That was nice of you."
"She was the one who bet me. I wanted nothing from her, personally. And has been a hard month for McKay as well, so he has forgotten to reward the work."
John stopped suddenly, his hands still flat and warm as sunning rocks. Radek was tempted to look up, but he was too comfortable. "Rodney owes you, doesn't he?"
"Ah, you didn't ask for Canadians." Radek turned his head, mouth quirking. "Three goals, John."
"Tell me," John growled, and it was such an unexpected, electric sound that Radek blurted the answer.
"A kiss."
John stilled. Radek squirmed and turned over in time to hear his emphatic "Fuck."
Without his glasses, Radek couldn't see much, but he could guess. They'd charted then-Major Sheppard's visualization skills several times. John was picturing it. When he moved at last, it was to wipe his brow with his ubiquitous wristband.
Radek took a deep breath. "You know, if you rush out of my quarters with obvious erection, is true that my reputation will be much enhanced. But it will be distracting, mít se dobře? My work cannot stand the interruption."
The bed shifted. But John wasn't going anywhere.
Radek flashed a smile, patting John's knee. "Three goals," he said.
He heard John swallow. "It's not going to be just a kiss, right? You're going to make out?"
"I believe so. We did not agree on terms, but I have never known Rodney to do things by halves."
"Fuck," John said again, and Radek said, "Take off your shirt."
The dark shape became a pale one, and John's silence became the sharp panting of someone hovering over him. Radek smiled encouragingly, running a hand through the trail of hair on John's chest, fingers caught on the dogtags for just a moment. "Dobrý, John. I think he will be very nervous at first."
John leaned in close enough for Radek to make out his hazel eyes, pupils wide with shock and arousal. Radek found a nipple and John's eyelids fluttered, his breath quickening.
Radek cleared his throat. If he didn't think about it, English could roll of his tongue as easily as Czech. "True, he will probably insult me somehow, because that is what he does when he is nervous. I think I will catch him mid-sentence. Suck his words out, like I've always wanted."
"Radek," John said raggedly. He nearly sat up, when Radek traced a finger across his chin and into his mouth. John moaned, even more desperately than Radek had earlier, and suckled his finger.
"I am smaller man, but I think if I grab his collar," Radek pushed his finger in and out of John's accomodating lips, "I can steer him. He will forget what to do with his hands for a moment. That is all I need."
The bed shifted again. "I gotta," said John around Radek's finger.
"Open your pants, then," and John was pushing them down already. Radek licked his lips, gave up, and fumbled for his glasses. "Ah, better. Much better." John's cock was rosy and nearly at attention. "Do not touch yourself. I am not done with my plans for McKay. You understand, right?"
"Yeah," said John, sounding drugged. Those strong fingers curled around his bare thighs.
"Your team," said Radek, "very disappointing. Did not put up much of a fight, other than perhaps Reyna. It was not a pretty game, our side cutting through all the mistakes."
"I can make up for that," said John.
Radek gave up. He was a nice guy, and he was also an engineer. He knew how to identify what was needed. John looked ... needy. Hungry. "Take it out, please. Suck."
John fell on him with an eager whimper, freeing him before Radek could process the movement. He arched up at the unexpectedly tight, moist warmth, and was mortified that he'd hurt John until he realized that John was taking it. "I'm going to stick my tongue in his mouth," he gasped. "Very wide mouth. Rodney will not expect it. He will make sounds, like after he has eaten fresh tapioca."
Tangled up in his pants, John was wriggling madly now, moaning around the cockhead. His thumb ran along the insides of Radek's thighs. Then he glanced up, read something in Radek's eyes, and wrapped his hand around the base.
"He'll try," shuddered Radek. "He will try to get away, but if you put arm around his neck, and scratch... very lightly... the back of his neck, he makes groaning noises and forget how to use his hands again."
John's hand tightened and he keened, vibrations sending a wave of unbearable pleasure through Radek. His hips twitched and everything let go, whiting out, double images of what he was going to do to Rodney and what he was doing to John.
When he caught his breath, John was licking up the mess. "Dekuji, Rosicky," said Radek to the ceiling.
"Want to go for that third goal?" John said hoarsely. His tongue ran over his lips.
Radek shook his head. "Sorry. Go ahead."
John shrugged, probably figuring he had nothing to lose, and pushed his cock into his fist.
"Now that is pretty," Radek said appreciatively. John was keeping quiet, though the bed was groaning with his every thrust. His eyes were half-shut, concentrated, until Radek said, "McKay is probably most skilled kisser in science division," at which point John's eyes snapped open and he came all over his arm and chest.
"...no way," said John after a long moment.
"Oh yes," said Radek languidly. "Have data from reliable sources. Next to his brain, his mouth is most proficient."
John scrubbed a hand through his hair. "Huh," he said under his breath. Radek gestured at a stack of towels, and soon John was efficiently getting into his clothes while Radek basked. To think he still had other favors to collect. His eyelids sank.
"Hey, Radek..."
"No need to worry, John," he said, opening one eye. "I served in military when I was a boy. I get it." John nodded his thanks, letting himself out.
He had a nice behind, Radek thought. He should probably pass this on to Rodney.
part two