Fic: Straight on Till Morning by kyrdwyn [R, Sheppard/Zelenka] [Czech in the Male ficathon]
Title: Straight on Till Morning
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: R
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/Radek Zelenka
Spoilers: "Sanctuary"
Summary: Those kinky Ancients . . .
Betas: archae_ology, rosewildeirish, and sweetsubbie all gave it look overs. Any remaining errors should be blamed on me.
Author's Notes: Written for blue_raven in the Czech is in the Mail Ficathon hosted by alyse. She asked for spark, whiteboard, compass, and awkward first time. Also, for some reason, the fic insisted on being set in the first season, so Sheppard is still a Major. That's not a typo. Just so you know.
John picked up the small glass globe and watched as the translucent material turned opaque in his hand. Dark blue swirls shot through with sparks of gold and crimson gently drifted inside the sphere, mesmerizing in its beauty.
"Major!" Rodney's voice cut through John's contemplation of the pattern - there was something that made him think it wasn't just random - and brought his attention back to the lab.
"Yes, McKay?"
"Put that down. We don't know what it does yet and we don't need Mr. Magic Gene setting off an Ancient hand grenade."
John set the sphere down and felt a small pang of disappointment when it returned to its previous clear glass appearance. "It's not a hand grenade," John said absently, closing the hand that the globe had nestled in, trying to hold on to the warmth of the object. "I don't know what it is, but it felt --- peaceful."
Rodney snorted but didn't respond. Instead he handed John something else - something approved, he added snidely - to activate.
****
Radek was in the lab, scribbling something on whiteboard, when John crept in late at night. John frowned at the sines, cosines, and sigmas that flowed with the Arabic numbers on the board and the Czech words falling from Radek's lips. The orb that had fascinated John earlier in the day now rested in Radek's left hand, cradled protectively against his chest.
This time the clouds inside were deep green with gold and silver sparks. They swirled rapidly in the glass, reminding John of the fierce dust storms he'd seen in Afghanistan - and of the way Rodney and Radek's minds worked, shifting from one topic to another, with flashes of absolutely blinding brilliance showing through.
John snagged a chair and sat down, watching Radek work. It was an interesting contrast to McKay - no less intense but more contained. John wondered what it would be like to be the focus of all that intensity in a more intimate setting. Not that John would be able to see that focus on him. In such a small population it would be stupid to get involved with anyone, much less a male co-worker. If Elizabeth didn't kill him, Rodney probably would for interfering with his science team. Still, John couldn't help these nightly visits to the lab to watch Radek work.
"Major?"
Radek's voice broke through John's musing. He looked up to see Radek frowning at him, one hand still up at the white board, the other still cradling the orb. "Hey, Doc," he said.
"Is there a problem?" Radek lowered the marker, frowning at John. Though John visited the labs often, he generally remained unseen by Radek.
"Couldn't sleep," John said with a shrug. "Thought I might bother McKay for a while. What's that?" he asked, pointing to the orb.
Radek looked down. "Before we left Earth, did you see that pirate movie?"
"The Pirate Movie, with Kristy McNichol, based on The Pirates of Penzance? Yeah, but don't expect me to break into a chorus of 'Modern Major General'."
Radek blinked. "No, please don't. I meant the one with that," he said something in Czech that John did not understand before continuing, "drunk, swishy pirate captain. The one all the young girls were sighing over."
"Captain Jack Sparrow."
"That is him. Anyway, he had that compass that didn't point north, but rather to that island. This orb acts as a sort of compass, showing people how to find what they want the most. Like how to build a ZPM recharger," he added with a grin, jerking his head toward the board.
John's jaw dropped. "That orb told you how to recharge a ZPM?"
"Not quite," Radek admitted with a grimace. "But the equations look promising."
John looked over at them. "If you say so."
Radek chuckled. "Rodney does not think so, but then again if it is not his idea," Radek broke off with a shrug.
John nodded, smiling. He reached over to the globe, his hand hovering just above it. The green clouds inside swirled and parted to allow dark blue clouds to form just beneath John's hand. Crimson sparks were added to the silver and gold throughout the orb. "Huh. That's cool."
"Interesting," Radek said softly.
"Yeah, like one of those plasma light ball things."
Radek gave John a look over his glasses. "Do you do this all the time with Rodney?"
John quirked an eyebrow. "Annoy him by playing with the Ancient toys?"
"No, I know you do that. I mean sneak into the labs at night, watch him work." Radek looked down at the orb. "Flirt with him."
John swallowed. "I don't flirt with Rodney."
"So, it's just alien priestesses and me?"
"Um, maybe?" John gave his best innocent look.
Radek did not look fooled. "Were you planning on following through on this flirting?"
"With Chaya?" John made a face. "No."
Rolling his eyes, Radek set the orb down gently on the table. "With me."
"Um." John tried to think of the answer least likely to produce a lifetime of cold showers and faulty jumper maintenance. Apparently, Radek thought John was taking too long and leaned forward, brushing his lips over John's. John could only blink at him when Radek pulled back.
"I get impatient." Radek shrugged, smiling before his expression turned nervous. John continued to blink, his brain attempting to catch up. It finally got into gear when Radek looked away, pushing his glasses up. "If I overstepped -" he began.
John leaned forward, one hand coming up to grab Radek's shirt as he kissed Radek, the other man's mouth opening under his. It was hot and wet and John got hard from the kiss alone. Radek tasted mostly of the coffee he and Rodney drank in frightening quantities, but underneath that was something else that John couldn't figure out. He leaned further into the kiss, hoping to get more of the intriguing taste, and grunted as the edge of the table pushed painfully into his stomach. He pulled back and glared at the table.
"It was there first," Radek said, breathing heavily.
"Don't care," John said, moving around the table to kiss Radek again.
This time Radek's fingers curled in the fabric of John's shirt, and John made a desperate noise unfitting to a Major in the U.S. Air Force as he pushed Radek back against the whiteboard.
"Wait," Radek said, pushing John back, "my equations." Radek's eyes were wide as he kept pushing John back, turning to look at the whiteboard. John took a quick glance before turning his attention to Radek's neck and the suddenly intriguing pulse point. Radek sighed as John leaned forward and licked at the spot. "We did not lose any," Radek said, a catch in his breath.
"Good," John murmured. He pushed Radek to the side of the board, toward the wall, and turned Radek around. "Better?" he asked, returning to the spot on Radek's neck.
"Much," Radek sighed, his hands pulling at John's shirt until he could slide his hands underneath, the heat burning John's skin. John pushed his hips against Radek, groaning against Radek's neck as their cocks bushed against each other. Even with the layers of clothing between them, John felt as if he'd been burned.
Muttering something in Czech, Radek moved his hands until he could reach the waist of John's pants. "Too many clothes," he said.
John moved up to kiss Radek again. "We shouldn't do this here, anyone could walk in," he managed to say, despite the fact that part of his brain was screaming No, now! Here! Fingers wrapped around his cock and John gasped, leaning into Radek, his own hands scrambling to get inside Radek's pants, finally curling around Radek's own erection.
"Do you really want to stop now?" Radek's fingers squeezed lightly as he thrust into John's fist.
"Fuck, no," John groaned. He brought his free hand up to cup the back of Radek's head, keeping Radek there as he thrust into Radek's hand, mimicking the motions with his tongue, pressing Radek into the wall.
"John," Radek gasped between kisses. The sound of Radek using his first name sent a shiver down John's spine that proved to be too much, and he came, moaning against Radek's mouth. Radek made a noise and stiffened, his head falling back to thunk against the wall. A long drawn out moan sounded as he came over John's hand. John watched Radek's face, and when Radek slumped back against the wall, boneless, John let himself follow, pressing his lips to Radek's and trying to get his breathing under control.
The lab was silent for long moments as the two of them leaned against the wall. Eventually, Radek shifted, and John pushed himself away from the wall, swallowing as he saw the hazy look in Radek's eyes. Radek gave John a slow smile. John couldn't help but smile back, even as he was tucking Radek back into his pants and zipping him up.
As Radek returned the favor, he looked up at John. "Perhaps this, er, experiment is worthy of repeating under proper conditions?"
John grinned and leaned down to kiss Radek again. "And the proper conditions would be?" he asked.
"Private quarters with a bed," Radek replied against John's mouth. "Definitely some form of lubricant as well."
"Those definitely sound like the proper conditions to me. Shall we go now?" John tried not to look to eager, but knew he'd failed when Radek laughed at him.
"Ano, yes, we can go now." He pulled John in for another kiss, then chuckled against John's lips. "Perhaps the orb was a compass for prurient desires as well?"
"Those kinky Ancients - sperm shaped drones, the phallic central tower, and now orbs to find sexual partners."
"You are complaining?" Radek looked over his glasses at John while playfully squeezing John's neck.
"Hell no," John replied, grabbing Radek's hand and tugging him toward the door. "I'm just making an observation."
Radek chuckled as followed John. "Then I shall observe your behind while we proceed to the next stage of the experiment."
John's laughter resonated down the halls.
~Fin~
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: R
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/Radek Zelenka
Spoilers: "Sanctuary"
Summary: Those kinky Ancients . . .
Betas: archae_ology, rosewildeirish, and sweetsubbie all gave it look overs. Any remaining errors should be blamed on me.
Author's Notes: Written for blue_raven in the Czech is in the Mail Ficathon hosted by alyse. She asked for spark, whiteboard, compass, and awkward first time. Also, for some reason, the fic insisted on being set in the first season, so Sheppard is still a Major. That's not a typo. Just so you know.
John picked up the small glass globe and watched as the translucent material turned opaque in his hand. Dark blue swirls shot through with sparks of gold and crimson gently drifted inside the sphere, mesmerizing in its beauty.
"Major!" Rodney's voice cut through John's contemplation of the pattern - there was something that made him think it wasn't just random - and brought his attention back to the lab.
"Yes, McKay?"
"Put that down. We don't know what it does yet and we don't need Mr. Magic Gene setting off an Ancient hand grenade."
John set the sphere down and felt a small pang of disappointment when it returned to its previous clear glass appearance. "It's not a hand grenade," John said absently, closing the hand that the globe had nestled in, trying to hold on to the warmth of the object. "I don't know what it is, but it felt --- peaceful."
Rodney snorted but didn't respond. Instead he handed John something else - something approved, he added snidely - to activate.
****
Radek was in the lab, scribbling something on whiteboard, when John crept in late at night. John frowned at the sines, cosines, and sigmas that flowed with the Arabic numbers on the board and the Czech words falling from Radek's lips. The orb that had fascinated John earlier in the day now rested in Radek's left hand, cradled protectively against his chest.
This time the clouds inside were deep green with gold and silver sparks. They swirled rapidly in the glass, reminding John of the fierce dust storms he'd seen in Afghanistan - and of the way Rodney and Radek's minds worked, shifting from one topic to another, with flashes of absolutely blinding brilliance showing through.
John snagged a chair and sat down, watching Radek work. It was an interesting contrast to McKay - no less intense but more contained. John wondered what it would be like to be the focus of all that intensity in a more intimate setting. Not that John would be able to see that focus on him. In such a small population it would be stupid to get involved with anyone, much less a male co-worker. If Elizabeth didn't kill him, Rodney probably would for interfering with his science team. Still, John couldn't help these nightly visits to the lab to watch Radek work.
"Major?"
Radek's voice broke through John's musing. He looked up to see Radek frowning at him, one hand still up at the white board, the other still cradling the orb. "Hey, Doc," he said.
"Is there a problem?" Radek lowered the marker, frowning at John. Though John visited the labs often, he generally remained unseen by Radek.
"Couldn't sleep," John said with a shrug. "Thought I might bother McKay for a while. What's that?" he asked, pointing to the orb.
Radek looked down. "Before we left Earth, did you see that pirate movie?"
"The Pirate Movie, with Kristy McNichol, based on The Pirates of Penzance? Yeah, but don't expect me to break into a chorus of 'Modern Major General'."
Radek blinked. "No, please don't. I meant the one with that," he said something in Czech that John did not understand before continuing, "drunk, swishy pirate captain. The one all the young girls were sighing over."
"Captain Jack Sparrow."
"That is him. Anyway, he had that compass that didn't point north, but rather to that island. This orb acts as a sort of compass, showing people how to find what they want the most. Like how to build a ZPM recharger," he added with a grin, jerking his head toward the board.
John's jaw dropped. "That orb told you how to recharge a ZPM?"
"Not quite," Radek admitted with a grimace. "But the equations look promising."
John looked over at them. "If you say so."
Radek chuckled. "Rodney does not think so, but then again if it is not his idea," Radek broke off with a shrug.
John nodded, smiling. He reached over to the globe, his hand hovering just above it. The green clouds inside swirled and parted to allow dark blue clouds to form just beneath John's hand. Crimson sparks were added to the silver and gold throughout the orb. "Huh. That's cool."
"Interesting," Radek said softly.
"Yeah, like one of those plasma light ball things."
Radek gave John a look over his glasses. "Do you do this all the time with Rodney?"
John quirked an eyebrow. "Annoy him by playing with the Ancient toys?"
"No, I know you do that. I mean sneak into the labs at night, watch him work." Radek looked down at the orb. "Flirt with him."
John swallowed. "I don't flirt with Rodney."
"So, it's just alien priestesses and me?"
"Um, maybe?" John gave his best innocent look.
Radek did not look fooled. "Were you planning on following through on this flirting?"
"With Chaya?" John made a face. "No."
Rolling his eyes, Radek set the orb down gently on the table. "With me."
"Um." John tried to think of the answer least likely to produce a lifetime of cold showers and faulty jumper maintenance. Apparently, Radek thought John was taking too long and leaned forward, brushing his lips over John's. John could only blink at him when Radek pulled back.
"I get impatient." Radek shrugged, smiling before his expression turned nervous. John continued to blink, his brain attempting to catch up. It finally got into gear when Radek looked away, pushing his glasses up. "If I overstepped -" he began.
John leaned forward, one hand coming up to grab Radek's shirt as he kissed Radek, the other man's mouth opening under his. It was hot and wet and John got hard from the kiss alone. Radek tasted mostly of the coffee he and Rodney drank in frightening quantities, but underneath that was something else that John couldn't figure out. He leaned further into the kiss, hoping to get more of the intriguing taste, and grunted as the edge of the table pushed painfully into his stomach. He pulled back and glared at the table.
"It was there first," Radek said, breathing heavily.
"Don't care," John said, moving around the table to kiss Radek again.
This time Radek's fingers curled in the fabric of John's shirt, and John made a desperate noise unfitting to a Major in the U.S. Air Force as he pushed Radek back against the whiteboard.
"Wait," Radek said, pushing John back, "my equations." Radek's eyes were wide as he kept pushing John back, turning to look at the whiteboard. John took a quick glance before turning his attention to Radek's neck and the suddenly intriguing pulse point. Radek sighed as John leaned forward and licked at the spot. "We did not lose any," Radek said, a catch in his breath.
"Good," John murmured. He pushed Radek to the side of the board, toward the wall, and turned Radek around. "Better?" he asked, returning to the spot on Radek's neck.
"Much," Radek sighed, his hands pulling at John's shirt until he could slide his hands underneath, the heat burning John's skin. John pushed his hips against Radek, groaning against Radek's neck as their cocks bushed against each other. Even with the layers of clothing between them, John felt as if he'd been burned.
Muttering something in Czech, Radek moved his hands until he could reach the waist of John's pants. "Too many clothes," he said.
John moved up to kiss Radek again. "We shouldn't do this here, anyone could walk in," he managed to say, despite the fact that part of his brain was screaming No, now! Here! Fingers wrapped around his cock and John gasped, leaning into Radek, his own hands scrambling to get inside Radek's pants, finally curling around Radek's own erection.
"Do you really want to stop now?" Radek's fingers squeezed lightly as he thrust into John's fist.
"Fuck, no," John groaned. He brought his free hand up to cup the back of Radek's head, keeping Radek there as he thrust into Radek's hand, mimicking the motions with his tongue, pressing Radek into the wall.
"John," Radek gasped between kisses. The sound of Radek using his first name sent a shiver down John's spine that proved to be too much, and he came, moaning against Radek's mouth. Radek made a noise and stiffened, his head falling back to thunk against the wall. A long drawn out moan sounded as he came over John's hand. John watched Radek's face, and when Radek slumped back against the wall, boneless, John let himself follow, pressing his lips to Radek's and trying to get his breathing under control.
The lab was silent for long moments as the two of them leaned against the wall. Eventually, Radek shifted, and John pushed himself away from the wall, swallowing as he saw the hazy look in Radek's eyes. Radek gave John a slow smile. John couldn't help but smile back, even as he was tucking Radek back into his pants and zipping him up.
As Radek returned the favor, he looked up at John. "Perhaps this, er, experiment is worthy of repeating under proper conditions?"
John grinned and leaned down to kiss Radek again. "And the proper conditions would be?" he asked.
"Private quarters with a bed," Radek replied against John's mouth. "Definitely some form of lubricant as well."
"Those definitely sound like the proper conditions to me. Shall we go now?" John tried not to look to eager, but knew he'd failed when Radek laughed at him.
"Ano, yes, we can go now." He pulled John in for another kiss, then chuckled against John's lips. "Perhaps the orb was a compass for prurient desires as well?"
"Those kinky Ancients - sperm shaped drones, the phallic central tower, and now orbs to find sexual partners."
"You are complaining?" Radek looked over his glasses at John while playfully squeezing John's neck.
"Hell no," John replied, grabbing Radek's hand and tugging him toward the door. "I'm just making an observation."
Radek chuckled as followed John. "Then I shall observe your behind while we proceed to the next stage of the experiment."
John's laughter resonated down the halls.
~Fin~