A Sticky Ending by planetkiller
Bah! I'm having issues with the VLC Media Player and now all of my .avi files are screwed up. (They used to play just sound; now I'm getting neither.) So I'm going to post both versions of A Sticky Ending then, watch old school Trek, The Naked Time to be specific, because crying!Spock = Love.
TITLE: A Sticky Ending
RATING: Mature for m/m sex.
PAIRING: Lorne/Kavanagh
WARNINGS: Unbetaed; Slash; Revenge Fic;
SPOILERS: Critical Mass
SUMMARY: Atlantis’s least favourite citizen gets revenge on his boss.
NOTE: This is the smut-tastic version. There is a non-smut one.
A/N:This is my first attempt at smut. And I dedicate it to abysmal_seraph since she started it!
As Rodney droned on, Elizabeth stared at an oddly shaped stain on the briefing table. She had memorised the place and shape of every stain and nick on the table, (an occupational hazard from working with so many scientists) but this one was unfamiliar. So it had to have occurred sometime in the last 14 hours.
“Rodney,” Elizabeth interrupted, suddenly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t allow you to do that. Dr. Zelenka says there’s a minimal chance of it working and a much larger chance of somebody getting hurt.” Rodney opened his mouth to complain. “I’m sorry, but no.”
“John,” she said turned to the wild-haired pilot sitting beside the scientist. “Do you mind sending the soldiers you have on cleaning duties in here? The floor feels like a movie theatre’s! If no one has anything else. . .” Elizabeth got to her feet. “Dismissed.” She nodded to Teyla and Ronan as she headed out the door.
She stopped briefly to get a report from Chuck before heading into her office. Something was off, but Elizabeth wasn’t sure what.
“Elizabeth,” Rodney said from the door before stopping. “Why are you staring at your desk like that?”
“I don’t know. The papers are. . . wrong.”
“Wrong?” he asked, frowning as he folded his arms.
“I don’t know how else to explain it,” Elizabeth said as she came around the desk. She began moving them, but as far as she could tell, they were in the right place. She sat them back down where they were before sinking heavily into her chair with a sigh.
John came up behind Rodney who was still standing in the door. He opened his mouth to talk, but the shorter man held up a hand to forestall him.
“Elizabeth, are you feeling okay? Do you need to see Beckett?”
“I’m fine, Rodney.” Elizabeth looked up and smiled at the men standing in the doorway. “Come in. You’re blocking traffic.”
“Elizabeth, I think you should stop listening to that hack Zelenka!” Rodney began as he moved. John and Elizabeth shared a commiserating smile as the irate scientist began explaining why he was always right and everyone else was always wrong.
***
Elizabeth had agreed to have lunch with Teyla in order to talk about better ‘Gate access for the Athosians. She smiled to see that their customary table was empty. It had an amazing view of the ocean and was close enough to the door so the Athosian woman could see everyone entering.
The diplomat was looking forward to their talk; she had spent all morning disconcerted. Something was wrong in her office, but she couldn’t figure out what. Rodney has suggested she take a long nap after lunch, but Elizabeth had too much work to do. Never let anyone say being governor of a colony was simple in her presence or she may not be held responsible for her actions.
“UGH!” Elizabeth had placed her hand on the table top and when she pulled away, it had made that hideous squelching noise theatre floors make when you move your feet.
“Elizabeth?” Teyla asked, eyebrow raised.
“The table is sticky. It surprised me; that’s all,” Elizabeth said as she attempted to wipe her hand with a napkin. However, her efforts were thwarted when the paper stuck to her hand. “Oh, gross. I’m sorry, but I have to wash my hands.” Elizabeth practically ran out of the mess.
Elizabeth bounced off something large and hard causing her to land on the floor with a soft ‘oof.’
“Sorry,” the mountain grunted before reaching a mammoth hand down to pick her up. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Yes, well, that’ll have to wait,” Elizabeth said as she got up without touching his hand. She didn’t want him to be covered in whatever the sticky substance was, too.
“It’s kinda important,” Ronan said.
“Go and sit with Teyla and I’ll talk to you after I’m finished with her,” the diplomat said before pushing around the man and running to the nearest washroom.
***
Elizabeth palmed the sensor to open the door to her quarters. Teyla and Ronan had both suggested that she take a nap after lunch. That made three members of her senior staff in three hours. She stepped into the room and lurched to a stop as the door quietly glided shut behind her.
“My room smells like sex,” she said aloud, softly. She hadn’t copulated with anyone since Simon. She took a few more steps in before reaching out to grab the nearest wall to support herself. “Why is the wall sticky?” Elizabeth asked as she spun wildly from the wall and landed on the rumpled bedclothes. “Oh God!” She sprung from where they were on the floor and landed heavily on the bed. “And the bed. . .” She trailed off as she looked up at the ceiling. “Oh my God, my ceiling!”
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt like a ton of bricks had hit her. Her office had felt wrong, because it had smelt faintly like her room and that splotch she had been staring at on the briefing table looking similar to the one on the ceiling which meant--she had put her hand in semen at lunch! Elizabeth retched once violently before running from the room screaming.
TWO HOURS BEFORE
As Kavanagh droned on, Nick stared at an oddly shaped stain on the ceiling.
“How’d we do that?” he interrupted, suddenly. Kavanagh cuddled closer, pillowing his head on Lorne’s chest, in order to see what the major was talking about. He started laughing.
“I have no idea, but I think we should try to figure out,” the scientist said, smiling. Lorne laughed.
“You are incorrigible,” he said, poking Kavanagh in the chest.
“Yes,” the taller man said, catching his lover’s hand in his own. “But you’re the one who agreed to go along with me.” Kavanagh kissed the palm of his Airman.
“Yeah, I did.” Lorne’s breath hitched in his throat as the scientist sucked on his index finger. “But can you blame me? I get to have loads of sex with the man I love and revenge on Weir for ordering them to torture you. How could I say- Oh God! Do that again!”
Kavanagh laughed deep in his throat and repeated the movement. Lorne moaned softly.
“I don’t understand you,” Kavanagh said, removing Lorne’s finger from his mouth. “Your hands shouldn’t be this sensitive.” He stroked the palm softly with his forefinger and Lorne shuddered. “I’m just saying, it’s--” Lorne cut him off by pressing his lips against Kavanagh’s. The scientist opened his mouth and Lorne pushed his tongue eagerly into the warm, wet opening. Kavanagh lightly massaged the airman’s tongue with his.
Lorne pulled back and Kavanagh gave a needy groan at the sense of loss. The airman rolled them over so he was positioned over the older man. Kavanagh lurched up and grasped Lorne’s bottom lip between his teeth. Allowing gravity to pull him down a bit, he forced the smaller man’s lips apart and greedily swept his tongue inside. Lorne bit his tongue hard enough to make him pull back.
“Pushy bastard, aren’t you?” Lorne asked with a grin on his face. He suddenly leaned over to suck a nipple into his mouth. The scientist thrust up against him as Lorne let the bud slip from his grasp with a wet pop. Slowly, he kissed down the scientist’s body until he buried his nose in the dark curls at his groin. He raised up to kiss Kavanagh when the taller man rolled them over again.
“Eep!” Lorne let loose a small shriek as his back collided with nothingness and they fell to the floor, bedclothes following.
“Did you just shriek?” Kavanagh asked furrowing his forehead.
“No. I yelled manly,” Lorne replied peevishly. Kavanagh buried his head in the smaller man’s shoulder. “Stop laughing, it’s not funny.” Lorne felt a smile threatening to break loose. The scientist just nodded his head as he shook with infectious laughter. Within moments both were laughing insanely on their boss’s floor.
“We...we need to...hurry,” Kavanagh said, struggling to breathe. Lorne nodded mutely. The scientist quickly tried to figure out how much lube he had used earlier and decided that Lorne should’ve still been well-prepared. “I guess we’re lucky you flipped me over earlier.”
Lorne opened his mouth to ask what the tall man was talking about when Kavanagh lifted his legs up over his shoulders and gently entered his body. He gasped softly as the older man continued to giggle. When Kavanagh was as far in as he could go, he pulled all the way out, waiting just long enough for the younger man to start protesting before he pushed in again. Kavanagh kept his strokes hard and fast he stroked Lorne. A thought crossed his mind just before the edges of his vision blurred and he whited out. Lorne followed the scientist a few moments after.
Kavanagh collapsed heavily on the smaller man with a snort of laughter.
“What’s so funny now?” Lorne asked without any real venom.
“Pulsing love rod!” the scientist managed to choke out. Shrieking with laughter and curled up with Kavanagh, Lorne was content.
TITLE: A Sticky Ending
RATING: Mature for m/m sex.
PAIRING: Lorne/Kavanagh
WARNINGS: Unbetaed; Slash; Revenge Fic;
SPOILERS: Critical Mass
SUMMARY: Atlantis’s least favourite citizen gets revenge on his boss.
NOTE: This is the smut-tastic version. There is a non-smut one.
A/N:This is my first attempt at smut. And I dedicate it to abysmal_seraph since she started it!
As Rodney droned on, Elizabeth stared at an oddly shaped stain on the briefing table. She had memorised the place and shape of every stain and nick on the table, (an occupational hazard from working with so many scientists) but this one was unfamiliar. So it had to have occurred sometime in the last 14 hours.
“Rodney,” Elizabeth interrupted, suddenly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t allow you to do that. Dr. Zelenka says there’s a minimal chance of it working and a much larger chance of somebody getting hurt.” Rodney opened his mouth to complain. “I’m sorry, but no.”
“John,” she said turned to the wild-haired pilot sitting beside the scientist. “Do you mind sending the soldiers you have on cleaning duties in here? The floor feels like a movie theatre’s! If no one has anything else. . .” Elizabeth got to her feet. “Dismissed.” She nodded to Teyla and Ronan as she headed out the door.
She stopped briefly to get a report from Chuck before heading into her office. Something was off, but Elizabeth wasn’t sure what.
“Elizabeth,” Rodney said from the door before stopping. “Why are you staring at your desk like that?”
“I don’t know. The papers are. . . wrong.”
“Wrong?” he asked, frowning as he folded his arms.
“I don’t know how else to explain it,” Elizabeth said as she came around the desk. She began moving them, but as far as she could tell, they were in the right place. She sat them back down where they were before sinking heavily into her chair with a sigh.
John came up behind Rodney who was still standing in the door. He opened his mouth to talk, but the shorter man held up a hand to forestall him.
“Elizabeth, are you feeling okay? Do you need to see Beckett?”
“I’m fine, Rodney.” Elizabeth looked up and smiled at the men standing in the doorway. “Come in. You’re blocking traffic.”
“Elizabeth, I think you should stop listening to that hack Zelenka!” Rodney began as he moved. John and Elizabeth shared a commiserating smile as the irate scientist began explaining why he was always right and everyone else was always wrong.
***
Elizabeth had agreed to have lunch with Teyla in order to talk about better ‘Gate access for the Athosians. She smiled to see that their customary table was empty. It had an amazing view of the ocean and was close enough to the door so the Athosian woman could see everyone entering.
The diplomat was looking forward to their talk; she had spent all morning disconcerted. Something was wrong in her office, but she couldn’t figure out what. Rodney has suggested she take a long nap after lunch, but Elizabeth had too much work to do. Never let anyone say being governor of a colony was simple in her presence or she may not be held responsible for her actions.
“UGH!” Elizabeth had placed her hand on the table top and when she pulled away, it had made that hideous squelching noise theatre floors make when you move your feet.
“Elizabeth?” Teyla asked, eyebrow raised.
“The table is sticky. It surprised me; that’s all,” Elizabeth said as she attempted to wipe her hand with a napkin. However, her efforts were thwarted when the paper stuck to her hand. “Oh, gross. I’m sorry, but I have to wash my hands.” Elizabeth practically ran out of the mess.
Elizabeth bounced off something large and hard causing her to land on the floor with a soft ‘oof.’
“Sorry,” the mountain grunted before reaching a mammoth hand down to pick her up. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Yes, well, that’ll have to wait,” Elizabeth said as she got up without touching his hand. She didn’t want him to be covered in whatever the sticky substance was, too.
“It’s kinda important,” Ronan said.
“Go and sit with Teyla and I’ll talk to you after I’m finished with her,” the diplomat said before pushing around the man and running to the nearest washroom.
***
Elizabeth palmed the sensor to open the door to her quarters. Teyla and Ronan had both suggested that she take a nap after lunch. That made three members of her senior staff in three hours. She stepped into the room and lurched to a stop as the door quietly glided shut behind her.
“My room smells like sex,” she said aloud, softly. She hadn’t copulated with anyone since Simon. She took a few more steps in before reaching out to grab the nearest wall to support herself. “Why is the wall sticky?” Elizabeth asked as she spun wildly from the wall and landed on the rumpled bedclothes. “Oh God!” She sprung from where they were on the floor and landed heavily on the bed. “And the bed. . .” She trailed off as she looked up at the ceiling. “Oh my God, my ceiling!”
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt like a ton of bricks had hit her. Her office had felt wrong, because it had smelt faintly like her room and that splotch she had been staring at on the briefing table looking similar to the one on the ceiling which meant--she had put her hand in semen at lunch! Elizabeth retched once violently before running from the room screaming.
TWO HOURS BEFORE
As Kavanagh droned on, Nick stared at an oddly shaped stain on the ceiling.
“How’d we do that?” he interrupted, suddenly. Kavanagh cuddled closer, pillowing his head on Lorne’s chest, in order to see what the major was talking about. He started laughing.
“I have no idea, but I think we should try to figure out,” the scientist said, smiling. Lorne laughed.
“You are incorrigible,” he said, poking Kavanagh in the chest.
“Yes,” the taller man said, catching his lover’s hand in his own. “But you’re the one who agreed to go along with me.” Kavanagh kissed the palm of his Airman.
“Yeah, I did.” Lorne’s breath hitched in his throat as the scientist sucked on his index finger. “But can you blame me? I get to have loads of sex with the man I love and revenge on Weir for ordering them to torture you. How could I say- Oh God! Do that again!”
Kavanagh laughed deep in his throat and repeated the movement. Lorne moaned softly.
“I don’t understand you,” Kavanagh said, removing Lorne’s finger from his mouth. “Your hands shouldn’t be this sensitive.” He stroked the palm softly with his forefinger and Lorne shuddered. “I’m just saying, it’s--” Lorne cut him off by pressing his lips against Kavanagh’s. The scientist opened his mouth and Lorne pushed his tongue eagerly into the warm, wet opening. Kavanagh lightly massaged the airman’s tongue with his.
Lorne pulled back and Kavanagh gave a needy groan at the sense of loss. The airman rolled them over so he was positioned over the older man. Kavanagh lurched up and grasped Lorne’s bottom lip between his teeth. Allowing gravity to pull him down a bit, he forced the smaller man’s lips apart and greedily swept his tongue inside. Lorne bit his tongue hard enough to make him pull back.
“Pushy bastard, aren’t you?” Lorne asked with a grin on his face. He suddenly leaned over to suck a nipple into his mouth. The scientist thrust up against him as Lorne let the bud slip from his grasp with a wet pop. Slowly, he kissed down the scientist’s body until he buried his nose in the dark curls at his groin. He raised up to kiss Kavanagh when the taller man rolled them over again.
“Eep!” Lorne let loose a small shriek as his back collided with nothingness and they fell to the floor, bedclothes following.
“Did you just shriek?” Kavanagh asked furrowing his forehead.
“No. I yelled manly,” Lorne replied peevishly. Kavanagh buried his head in the smaller man’s shoulder. “Stop laughing, it’s not funny.” Lorne felt a smile threatening to break loose. The scientist just nodded his head as he shook with infectious laughter. Within moments both were laughing insanely on their boss’s floor.
“We...we need to...hurry,” Kavanagh said, struggling to breathe. Lorne nodded mutely. The scientist quickly tried to figure out how much lube he had used earlier and decided that Lorne should’ve still been well-prepared. “I guess we’re lucky you flipped me over earlier.”
Lorne opened his mouth to ask what the tall man was talking about when Kavanagh lifted his legs up over his shoulders and gently entered his body. He gasped softly as the older man continued to giggle. When Kavanagh was as far in as he could go, he pulled all the way out, waiting just long enough for the younger man to start protesting before he pushed in again. Kavanagh kept his strokes hard and fast he stroked Lorne. A thought crossed his mind just before the edges of his vision blurred and he whited out. Lorne followed the scientist a few moments after.
Kavanagh collapsed heavily on the smaller man with a snort of laughter.
“What’s so funny now?” Lorne asked without any real venom.
“Pulsing love rod!” the scientist managed to choke out. Shrieking with laughter and curled up with Kavanagh, Lorne was content.