Saying Thanks (1/1)
Title: Saying Thanks
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/David
Word Count: 1,310
Rating: NC-17/porn!
Notes: For calcitrix, who encouraged me to write the porny follow-up to my spook_me story, because David still has John's dogtags, after all.
ETA: And HOLY SWEET MERCY, calcitrix drew David from the end of the story. NSFW. Oh, oh, wonderful.
There’s something off, John knows, but he can’t tell what it is. Not exactly.
He keeps discreetly checking his arm, just waiting for the skin to turn brown again, waiting for the indication that he might turn back into that tree thing, but it doesn’t happen. He keeps looking, though, because it’s the only thing he can think of that might be making him feel off-kilter.
Until, that is, his radio clicks on, four days after he’s released from the infirmary.
“Parrish to Sheppard.”
John frowns as he clicks his radio on. “Sheppard here. What’s up?”
There’s a pause, and Parrish’s voice sounds a little hesitant. “Um. I… have something. Of yours. From… the other day.”
It falls into place as John remembers running from the tree thing, tossing his dogtags to Parrish, running at the tentacled monster. He reaches to feel for the chain that has held his dogtags around his neck for nearly twenty years, but his fingers meet only skin. “Right,” he says into his radio. “You in your greenhouse, Doc?”
“My quarters,” John hears, and he blinks at his watch, because he hadn’t realized it was so late. But yeah, it’s 2200, and even with the extra length of the days in Atlantis it’s well past the end of the working day.
“Okay,” John responds, looking at the stack of work he’d meant to get through today and sighing. “Can I drop by in, say, half an hour?”
“Sure,” Parrish replies, and John sits back to finish reading through a few important things before heading out.
It takes half the time he figured it would, so John’s standing in front of Parrish’s quarters fifteen minutes later, ringing the chimes. The door opens for him before he has time to think and he steps in automatically.
“Oh!” John hears, and he glances across the room to see Parrish stopped just outside the door to the bathroom, a towel slung around his narrow hips. John keeps his eyes firmly above the scientist’s neck as he deliberately turns back to the door.
“Sorry,” he says, waving his hand over the door crystals, but Parrish is grabbing something from his bedstnad and walking towards John calmly. He grabs John’s wrist, flips his hand over, and pours the dogtags from his palm into John’s.
“No worries,” Parrish says, still calm, like Air Force officers come barging into his quarters during moments of undress all the time. Lorne’s face flits through John’s mind, and he very firmly chases it away.
“Um,” John says. “Thanks, Parrish.”
“David,” Parrish says, his hand still loosely wrapped around John’s wrist. “Call me David.”
“David,” John repeats. “Can I have my hand back?”
“Right,” the botanist says, dropping John’s hand. John lifts the chain and slips it over his head, and the world seems to tilt back into alignment as their weight settles on his chest. John tucks them back under his shirt. He turns to thank Parrish - David - again, but stops when he sees how close the man is still standing. He’s still mostly naked, too, and apparently completely at ease with himself.
“Um,” John says again, only this time it’s because he can suddenly remember with too much clarity David’s hands grasping at his shirt while they were in that cave, drawing it over his head, David’s face bent close to every inch of his arm, his shoulder, and the memories curl together in the pit of his stomach as he takes in David’s lean form.
“Yes?” David seems a little too amused at the situation. “What is it, Colonel?”
John will never be able to recount what, exactly, it is that makes him push into David, back him into the wall, and press his mouth to the other man’s. David, for his part, is either expecting it or is just really, really good at rolling with the punches, because he doesn’t even hesitate before opening his mouth under John’s. His hands drift to John’s hips, pulling them against each other.
“Yeah,” David murmurs against John’s neck. “You’re welcome.”
John pulls back to smirk at David as he tugs at the neatly wrapped towel. It falls to the floor, and John keeps the expression on his face as he sinks to his knees.
“Thanks,” he says, and then he closes his mouth around the tip of David’s cock.
David is warm and heavy in his mouth, and it’s been a long time since John’s been on his knees like this, but he’s not lost his touch, if the sounds David’s making above him are any indication. David’s fingers run through his hair as John works his mouth up and down David’s length, licking and sucking until David is gasping and thrusting a little. John reaches up and strokes the base of David’s cock, running his fingers back to cup David’s balls, and David makes a choked-off cry as he comes.
John slowly makes his way up David’s long body, and by the time he’s on eye level with him again, David’s got a wide, lazy smile on his face. “That’ll do,” David says. “For saving your life the first time.”
John snorts. “Glad to hear it.”
“But there’s still the second time,” David continues, still smiling. “And I think I know how you can say thanks for that.”
John just lifts one eyebrow, which is joined by the other when David leans in and says, low in his ear, “Fuck me.”
This, John decides, is something he can live with, so he leans in and kisses David roughly as he grabs at David’s hips and backs in the general direction of the bed. He feels his legs hit the mattress and turns, pushing David down. John quickly takes his clothing off until he’s left in his tee shirt, and he grabs for the hem to rip it from his body when David reaches up and drags him down to the bed, and John forgets about it entirely as David’s mouth opens again.
David settles onto his back and presses a tube into John’s hands, and John wastes no time in flicking it open and dripping some onto his hand. David spreads his legs widely, fluttering his eyes closed with a gasp as John presses in firmly. John works evenly and quickly, his fingers stretching and opening David, and David is certainly not shy from his end of the bed, moaning and thrusting his hips down and gasping s his hands twist in the bedspread.
“Fuck me,” David demands, so John complies, groaning as he pushes in. David is tight around him, and John stops to give him time to adjust but David bucks and moves until John’s all the way in. His eyes flicker open as he looks up at John’s face. “Come on, Colonel. Move.”
And John’s not sure if it’s the command or the tone or the use of his rank or some sort of combination of the three, but he doesn’t hesitate to obey, pulling out and slamming back in. David’s entire body shakes, and he reaches above his head to brace himself against the headboard. John grabs at David’s hips, angling him up a little bit, and David arches his back and presses his head into the mattress and let out a series of breathy gasps as John pounds into him again and again.
“Yeah,” David says, “yeah,” and John actually growls as he pushes in once more and comes.
He manages to shudder through his release and slumps off to the side while he recovers himself. David is beside him with his eyes still closed, a blissful smile on his face, arms relaxed above his head as John leans over him.
“Thanks again,” John says, licking at David’s lips until the man opens his mouth.
When John pulls his head back, David finally opens his eyes and says, “You’re welcome.”
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/David
Word Count: 1,310
Rating: NC-17/porn!
Notes: For calcitrix, who encouraged me to write the porny follow-up to my spook_me story, because David still has John's dogtags, after all.
ETA: And HOLY SWEET MERCY, calcitrix drew David from the end of the story. NSFW. Oh, oh, wonderful.
There’s something off, John knows, but he can’t tell what it is. Not exactly.
He keeps discreetly checking his arm, just waiting for the skin to turn brown again, waiting for the indication that he might turn back into that tree thing, but it doesn’t happen. He keeps looking, though, because it’s the only thing he can think of that might be making him feel off-kilter.
Until, that is, his radio clicks on, four days after he’s released from the infirmary.
“Parrish to Sheppard.”
John frowns as he clicks his radio on. “Sheppard here. What’s up?”
There’s a pause, and Parrish’s voice sounds a little hesitant. “Um. I… have something. Of yours. From… the other day.”
It falls into place as John remembers running from the tree thing, tossing his dogtags to Parrish, running at the tentacled monster. He reaches to feel for the chain that has held his dogtags around his neck for nearly twenty years, but his fingers meet only skin. “Right,” he says into his radio. “You in your greenhouse, Doc?”
“My quarters,” John hears, and he blinks at his watch, because he hadn’t realized it was so late. But yeah, it’s 2200, and even with the extra length of the days in Atlantis it’s well past the end of the working day.
“Okay,” John responds, looking at the stack of work he’d meant to get through today and sighing. “Can I drop by in, say, half an hour?”
“Sure,” Parrish replies, and John sits back to finish reading through a few important things before heading out.
It takes half the time he figured it would, so John’s standing in front of Parrish’s quarters fifteen minutes later, ringing the chimes. The door opens for him before he has time to think and he steps in automatically.
“Oh!” John hears, and he glances across the room to see Parrish stopped just outside the door to the bathroom, a towel slung around his narrow hips. John keeps his eyes firmly above the scientist’s neck as he deliberately turns back to the door.
“Sorry,” he says, waving his hand over the door crystals, but Parrish is grabbing something from his bedstnad and walking towards John calmly. He grabs John’s wrist, flips his hand over, and pours the dogtags from his palm into John’s.
“No worries,” Parrish says, still calm, like Air Force officers come barging into his quarters during moments of undress all the time. Lorne’s face flits through John’s mind, and he very firmly chases it away.
“Um,” John says. “Thanks, Parrish.”
“David,” Parrish says, his hand still loosely wrapped around John’s wrist. “Call me David.”
“David,” John repeats. “Can I have my hand back?”
“Right,” the botanist says, dropping John’s hand. John lifts the chain and slips it over his head, and the world seems to tilt back into alignment as their weight settles on his chest. John tucks them back under his shirt. He turns to thank Parrish - David - again, but stops when he sees how close the man is still standing. He’s still mostly naked, too, and apparently completely at ease with himself.
“Um,” John says again, only this time it’s because he can suddenly remember with too much clarity David’s hands grasping at his shirt while they were in that cave, drawing it over his head, David’s face bent close to every inch of his arm, his shoulder, and the memories curl together in the pit of his stomach as he takes in David’s lean form.
“Yes?” David seems a little too amused at the situation. “What is it, Colonel?”
John will never be able to recount what, exactly, it is that makes him push into David, back him into the wall, and press his mouth to the other man’s. David, for his part, is either expecting it or is just really, really good at rolling with the punches, because he doesn’t even hesitate before opening his mouth under John’s. His hands drift to John’s hips, pulling them against each other.
“Yeah,” David murmurs against John’s neck. “You’re welcome.”
John pulls back to smirk at David as he tugs at the neatly wrapped towel. It falls to the floor, and John keeps the expression on his face as he sinks to his knees.
“Thanks,” he says, and then he closes his mouth around the tip of David’s cock.
David is warm and heavy in his mouth, and it’s been a long time since John’s been on his knees like this, but he’s not lost his touch, if the sounds David’s making above him are any indication. David’s fingers run through his hair as John works his mouth up and down David’s length, licking and sucking until David is gasping and thrusting a little. John reaches up and strokes the base of David’s cock, running his fingers back to cup David’s balls, and David makes a choked-off cry as he comes.
John slowly makes his way up David’s long body, and by the time he’s on eye level with him again, David’s got a wide, lazy smile on his face. “That’ll do,” David says. “For saving your life the first time.”
John snorts. “Glad to hear it.”
“But there’s still the second time,” David continues, still smiling. “And I think I know how you can say thanks for that.”
John just lifts one eyebrow, which is joined by the other when David leans in and says, low in his ear, “Fuck me.”
This, John decides, is something he can live with, so he leans in and kisses David roughly as he grabs at David’s hips and backs in the general direction of the bed. He feels his legs hit the mattress and turns, pushing David down. John quickly takes his clothing off until he’s left in his tee shirt, and he grabs for the hem to rip it from his body when David reaches up and drags him down to the bed, and John forgets about it entirely as David’s mouth opens again.
David settles onto his back and presses a tube into John’s hands, and John wastes no time in flicking it open and dripping some onto his hand. David spreads his legs widely, fluttering his eyes closed with a gasp as John presses in firmly. John works evenly and quickly, his fingers stretching and opening David, and David is certainly not shy from his end of the bed, moaning and thrusting his hips down and gasping s his hands twist in the bedspread.
“Fuck me,” David demands, so John complies, groaning as he pushes in. David is tight around him, and John stops to give him time to adjust but David bucks and moves until John’s all the way in. His eyes flicker open as he looks up at John’s face. “Come on, Colonel. Move.”
And John’s not sure if it’s the command or the tone or the use of his rank or some sort of combination of the three, but he doesn’t hesitate to obey, pulling out and slamming back in. David’s entire body shakes, and he reaches above his head to brace himself against the headboard. John grabs at David’s hips, angling him up a little bit, and David arches his back and presses his head into the mattress and let out a series of breathy gasps as John pounds into him again and again.
“Yeah,” David says, “yeah,” and John actually growls as he pushes in once more and comes.
He manages to shudder through his release and slumps off to the side while he recovers himself. David is beside him with his eyes still closed, a blissful smile on his face, arms relaxed above his head as John leans over him.
“Thanks again,” John says, licking at David’s lips until the man opens his mouth.
When John pulls his head back, David finally opens his eyes and says, “You’re welcome.”