Charm - A "50 John Sheppard Icons" Story
TITLE: Charm
AUTHOR: garneteve
RATING: M
SUMMARY: John's charm got him what he wanted.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, how I wish they were!
LINKS:
Creators site: 50 John Sheppard Icons by _wwsd_
Challenge site: stargate_abcs
My community: malesofatlantis
CREDIT: All credit goes to _wwsd_ for her wonderful icons!!! Without which, these fics would not be possible.
They said it was his charm that got him through a lot of rough patches of his life.
Having a mutual decision on his divorce.
Not being thrown out on his ass when his father found out he was gay.
Not being dishonorably discharged for the stunt he’d pulled trying to save his team in Afghanistan.
Everyone put it down to the simple fact that John was, in one word, ‘charming’. They’d talked about his eyes, his hair, how he was just ‘charming’.
So John learnt how to use it, he soon knew how to use his charm to his best advantage, even to the stage of sexual arousal, to ensure he got what he wanted.
His easy smile, his laid back attitude, the relaxed slouch. He’d perfected it all, ever since his Aunty had told his mother, in his presence that he was going to break hearts when he was eighteen.
John Sheppard had broken enough hearts in his lifetime to remold them to make a mosaic house, all red and pink and a little bit of purple here and there as well. His achievements echoed throughout it’s walls.
He’d been able to charm anyone, anytime, and anywhere with his careful patented gaze and the twitch of his lips. His small head tilt, his full focus on that one person, everything else around him melting into the background, until he himself melted under his target’s easy tight hands around his dick, coming hard in a shout that ended all focus.
So he’d move to the next person. Then the next, always charming, always seducing.
He had reckoned McKay to be an easy target.
But John, Major John Sheppard melted under all McKay’s solid attention, the man’s sarcastic, rough and hard whole being.
Charm wasn’t him. Wasn’t John. He’d never fallen for anyone else’s charms.
Until McKay.
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