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TITLE: The Tail
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: ~1,200
WARNINGS: Tail!fic. Yeah. Rodney has a tail. There is some smut to be had. The end.
FANDOM / PAIRING: Stargate: Atlantis / McShep
AUTHOR: overchay
DISCLAIMER: Don't own any of this. This doesn't belong to me. The characters aren't mine, Atlantis isn't mine, and the tail isn't even mine. John has dibs.
ETA [August 2009] Due to popular demand, this story is back. I grew to *really* dislike this story, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
John had to admit: it was a lot more helpful than Rodney made it out to be.
Other than Rodney's typical expressions of 'Hungry,' 'Scared,' 'Surrounded By Morons,' 'Way Better Than You,' and 'OMG AWKWARD!,' John had no means with which to determine Rodney's mood on a daily basis. Not to mention that Horny looked just like Hungry and OMG AWKWARD! was far more similar to Needy than John was comfortable with. Not to mention that Rodney's post-coital expression was so disturbingly like his Way Better Than You that he wasn't entirely sure that they weren't one and the same.
But this? This saved John a hell of a lot of the guesswork. When Rodney was happy, his face said Surrounded By Morons, but his tail flapped excitedly behind him, waving in the air like a flag in the breeze. When Rodney was upset, his face was in a perpetual state of OMG AWKWARD!, but the tail would merely droop pathetically and limply hang between his legs.
Currently, Rodney's newfound appendage was invading John's personal, very personal!, space and Rodney was so not aware that it was nearly comical. Only nearly though, because John was now sporting a hard-on in the middle of Rodney's science lab and there were a lot of geeks in there who might take notice at any moment. That was nowhere near resembling funny.
"Hey, McKay. You want to tell your friend that here in Atlantis we shake people's hands to become better acquainted?" he asked, voice strained and tight. Really. A tail in his pants. Or, rather, trying to get into his pants. It was having trouble with the zipper thank god.
"What? Oh, oh! Yes, right. Well...."
Usually, Rodney's valiant attempts to keep his tail under control were less than successful. Yet, the second he realized just what it was getting up to, it curled defensively around Rodney's waist and refused to budge. Rodney's face said Way Better Than You.
His tail said Mortifyingly Embarrassed.
John was really beginning to enjoy this.
Sleeping in the same bed as Rodney McKay was a unique experience in even the most average of times in Atlantis. But sleeping with Rodney and his tail was just downright weird. One morning, John woke from a particularly filthy dream with it in his mouth.
Getting out of bed without waking Rodney is next to impossible now, what with the way it stays curled around his body. McKay never even notices it. Or, if he does, he certainly doesn't act like it. He wakes up, the tail slowly releasing its death-grip, and John receives a sleepy glower for waking Rodney from his sleep. If Rodney could ever look cute, it would be then. But instead, he looked mussed and he's been drooling and John still wants to wake up next to him every morning.
John wasn't entirely certain if that was due to love, or insanity.
At least the tail came with perks other than that of a mood detector.
The damned thing had a mind of its own, and that mind seemed perpetually horny where John was concerned. And while it did molest him at rather inopportune moments, at least it seemed able to differentiate between people because he never once saw it doing the same to anyone else. The sex was fucking incredible now. Not that it wasn't, before. It was just better with the tail involved.
Once Rodney was released from Beckett's clutches after The Incident which had left him with a tail, John only had to convince Rodney that no, the tail was not a turn-off, but, again no, he didn't harbor some secret kink for tail!sex and no, Rodney, he would not hate him if he didn't want to have sex with John because of it and yes, goddamn it, he would be disappointed if it came to that. Thank god John speaks Rodney more often than not, because this exchange gifted him with possibly the most amazing sex he had ever had in his entire lifetime.
There had been some awkward fumbling, some query as to how they were going to do this, but soon they were as comfortable with each other as they had been before. The tail didn't interfere too much, at the start. It would slide over John's body, gripping tightly around his waist to pull him closer when he was taking too long to prepare Rodney. A minute or two into John thrusting into Rodney's body, the tail apparently decided it had enough with doing nothing. John nearly bit the tip of it off in surprise when it darted into his mouth mid-moan.
Thankfully, John was an easy-going sort of guy and the tail-in-his-mouth thing wasn't exactly freaking him out as much as it probably should have. Even a few minutes later, when the tail decided it had enough of slipping in-between his lips, John wasn't perturbed by its actions. Though, he was curious when it dropped from his mouth to curl behind his body.
Were John to say he wasn't expecting what came next, he'd be telling the truth. Despite how overly obvious the tail was being, John screamed in surprise when it squirmed its way in-between his cheeks and pushed its way into his ass. John thrust harder into Rodney's body, burying himself completely and sat completely still, feeling the tail pressing further into him and listening to Rodney complain about the abrupt halt.
Rodney either didn't realize what the tail was doing, or he just didn't care. John had a sneaking suspicion it was the latter. Rodney jerked his hips, pressing himself against him, until John finally began to move again, albeit cautiously. Rodney's tail must have decided this was a Very Good Thing, because it pulled out a bit, before lunging back into John's body just as he pulled back. Assaulted by the sensation of something inside and being inside, John was overcome by his arousal. His dick was tightly encased in a gorgeous ass and his prostate was being repeatedly rubbed against and he was due to explode at any moment.
But John was a gentleman and held off his orgasm as long as he possibly could, to allow Rodney to come first. When John finally climaxed, he literally saw stars. He wasn't too sure anymore, but Rodney claimed he passed out afterwards in his smuggest tone possible.
That was really smug.
Yeah, John liked the tail. Maybe he wouldn't tell Rodney that an away team had just returned and had some more intel on how to safely remove it. Not just yet, anyway. First, he had to find a way to distract McKay and pull him out of the lab and into bed.
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RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: ~1,200
WARNINGS: Tail!fic. Yeah. Rodney has a tail. There is some smut to be had. The end.
FANDOM / PAIRING: Stargate: Atlantis / McShep
AUTHOR: overchay
DISCLAIMER: Don't own any of this. This doesn't belong to me. The characters aren't mine, Atlantis isn't mine, and the tail isn't even mine. John has dibs.
ETA [August 2009] Due to popular demand, this story is back. I grew to *really* dislike this story, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
John had to admit: it was a lot more helpful than Rodney made it out to be.
Other than Rodney's typical expressions of 'Hungry,' 'Scared,' 'Surrounded By Morons,' 'Way Better Than You,' and 'OMG AWKWARD!,' John had no means with which to determine Rodney's mood on a daily basis. Not to mention that Horny looked just like Hungry and OMG AWKWARD! was far more similar to Needy than John was comfortable with. Not to mention that Rodney's post-coital expression was so disturbingly like his Way Better Than You that he wasn't entirely sure that they weren't one and the same.
But this? This saved John a hell of a lot of the guesswork. When Rodney was happy, his face said Surrounded By Morons, but his tail flapped excitedly behind him, waving in the air like a flag in the breeze. When Rodney was upset, his face was in a perpetual state of OMG AWKWARD!, but the tail would merely droop pathetically and limply hang between his legs.
Currently, Rodney's newfound appendage was invading John's personal, very personal!, space and Rodney was so not aware that it was nearly comical. Only nearly though, because John was now sporting a hard-on in the middle of Rodney's science lab and there were a lot of geeks in there who might take notice at any moment. That was nowhere near resembling funny.
"Hey, McKay. You want to tell your friend that here in Atlantis we shake people's hands to become better acquainted?" he asked, voice strained and tight. Really. A tail in his pants. Or, rather, trying to get into his pants. It was having trouble with the zipper thank god.
"What? Oh, oh! Yes, right. Well...."
Usually, Rodney's valiant attempts to keep his tail under control were less than successful. Yet, the second he realized just what it was getting up to, it curled defensively around Rodney's waist and refused to budge. Rodney's face said Way Better Than You.
His tail said Mortifyingly Embarrassed.
John was really beginning to enjoy this.
Sleeping in the same bed as Rodney McKay was a unique experience in even the most average of times in Atlantis. But sleeping with Rodney and his tail was just downright weird. One morning, John woke from a particularly filthy dream with it in his mouth.
Getting out of bed without waking Rodney is next to impossible now, what with the way it stays curled around his body. McKay never even notices it. Or, if he does, he certainly doesn't act like it. He wakes up, the tail slowly releasing its death-grip, and John receives a sleepy glower for waking Rodney from his sleep. If Rodney could ever look cute, it would be then. But instead, he looked mussed and he's been drooling and John still wants to wake up next to him every morning.
John wasn't entirely certain if that was due to love, or insanity.
At least the tail came with perks other than that of a mood detector.
The damned thing had a mind of its own, and that mind seemed perpetually horny where John was concerned. And while it did molest him at rather inopportune moments, at least it seemed able to differentiate between people because he never once saw it doing the same to anyone else. The sex was fucking incredible now. Not that it wasn't, before. It was just better with the tail involved.
Once Rodney was released from Beckett's clutches after The Incident which had left him with a tail, John only had to convince Rodney that no, the tail was not a turn-off, but, again no, he didn't harbor some secret kink for tail!sex and no, Rodney, he would not hate him if he didn't want to have sex with John because of it and yes, goddamn it, he would be disappointed if it came to that. Thank god John speaks Rodney more often than not, because this exchange gifted him with possibly the most amazing sex he had ever had in his entire lifetime.
There had been some awkward fumbling, some query as to how they were going to do this, but soon they were as comfortable with each other as they had been before. The tail didn't interfere too much, at the start. It would slide over John's body, gripping tightly around his waist to pull him closer when he was taking too long to prepare Rodney. A minute or two into John thrusting into Rodney's body, the tail apparently decided it had enough with doing nothing. John nearly bit the tip of it off in surprise when it darted into his mouth mid-moan.
Thankfully, John was an easy-going sort of guy and the tail-in-his-mouth thing wasn't exactly freaking him out as much as it probably should have. Even a few minutes later, when the tail decided it had enough of slipping in-between his lips, John wasn't perturbed by its actions. Though, he was curious when it dropped from his mouth to curl behind his body.
Were John to say he wasn't expecting what came next, he'd be telling the truth. Despite how overly obvious the tail was being, John screamed in surprise when it squirmed its way in-between his cheeks and pushed its way into his ass. John thrust harder into Rodney's body, burying himself completely and sat completely still, feeling the tail pressing further into him and listening to Rodney complain about the abrupt halt.
Rodney either didn't realize what the tail was doing, or he just didn't care. John had a sneaking suspicion it was the latter. Rodney jerked his hips, pressing himself against him, until John finally began to move again, albeit cautiously. Rodney's tail must have decided this was a Very Good Thing, because it pulled out a bit, before lunging back into John's body just as he pulled back. Assaulted by the sensation of something inside and being inside, John was overcome by his arousal. His dick was tightly encased in a gorgeous ass and his prostate was being repeatedly rubbed against and he was due to explode at any moment.
But John was a gentleman and held off his orgasm as long as he possibly could, to allow Rodney to come first. When John finally climaxed, he literally saw stars. He wasn't too sure anymore, but Rodney claimed he passed out afterwards in his smuggest tone possible.
That was really smug.
Yeah, John liked the tail. Maybe he wouldn't tell Rodney that an away team had just returned and had some more intel on how to safely remove it. Not just yet, anyway. First, he had to find a way to distract McKay and pull him out of the lab and into bed.
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