Fic: Rodney McKay and the Sexy Alien (SGA John/Rodney, Rated R)
Title: Rodney McKay and the Sexy Alien
Author: Sandy
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: R
Word Count ~ 1,290
Spoilers: Travelers
smut_69 Prompt #52
Summary: "All I know is that every time I get taken captive, it's the Wraith. Just once, I would like to be taken prisoner by the sexy alien."
When, Rodney wondered as he paced around the room, was he going to learn to keep his big mouth shut. This was just so stupid. He wasn't even sure how'd he'd gotten himself into this mess. Sure, he'd been jealous. Well, after he'd gotten over the whole 'Oh, thank god, John's safe' thing, that is. But after yet another fright where he'd thought he'd lost John forever, to discover that John's captor had been hot had been just too unfair. Still, wishing out loud that the next time he was taken prisoner it would be by the sexy alien had just been asking for trouble.
Rodney stopped pacing and glanced nervously at the closed door that led out into a corridor. He could maybe try to get away, but he knew there wasn't anywhere to run, nowhere he could hide for long. He was going to have to see this through.
He whirled around when he heard a door at his back slide open and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of the man standing in the doorway. Tall, slender, and too damned handsome for his own good, he leaned casually against the door frame with arms crossed and a knowing smirk pasted on his face. The tight shirt and pants he wore didn't leave much to the imagination, and Rodney felt his heartbeat start to race because here before him was Rodney's every wet dream come to life.
"Dr. McKay," the man said in a low, sexy voice. "I hope you find your accommodations comfortable."
Rodney's chin went up. "They're fine, but I'd prefer it if you'd just let me go."
The man smiled slightly and shook his head. "Sorry, that's not going to happen. We need you."
Rodney's crossed his arms and said defiantly, "If you'd asked for my help, I probably would have been happy to give it to you, but I don't respond well to coercion."
The man straightened up and took a step into the room; Rodney stepped back. The door slid shut behind the man closing them in together.
"If we had just asked for your help, you might have turned us down. This way, you have no choice."
Rodney swallowed but kept up his bravado. "You can't force me to do anything. And... and my team will find me and rescue me. You don't want to mess with my people, believe me."
"Your people will never find you unless I want them to find you, Dr. McKay," the man said with arrogant confidence. He took another step forward. Rodney took another step back.
"I have no intention of hurting you, but I'll do whatever is necessary to get your cooperation." The man looked Rodney up and down appraisingly, and one eyebrow lifted. He took another step forward, and leaned in toward Rodney. "Whatever is necessary," he repeated in a sultry voice.
Rodney gasped and backpedaled away from the man until he came to an abrupt halt against a wall. The sexy alien smirked and advanced on him while Rodney tried to press his way back through the wall. When the sexy alien reached him, he slid one finger down the side of Rodney's face, causing Rodney to shiver at the touch.
Leaning in, he pressed his lips close to Rodney's ear and said, "Shall I persuade you to help us?"
Rodney's breath caught as the sexy alien's breath blew into his ear, and he closed his eyes when lips slid down over the sensitive skin of his neck. God, he was as hard as a rock and he'd barely been touched. When sharp teeth bit down gently on the skin right above his shirt collar, Rodney tilted his head to the side to expose more skin. Grabbing the man's hips, he pulled their bodies together and moaned out, "John."
The other man stiffened, and then a head dropped heavily against his shoulder and a plaintive voice said, "Dammit, Rodney."
Rodney's head snapped up. "What?"
John pulled back and scowled at him. "I'm not 'John'. I'm a sexy alien. Remember?"
Rodney's eyes went wide and he said, "Oh, yes. Sorry." At John's narrow-eyed look, he said, "Look, I told you I'm no good at role-playing."
John stepped back and crossed his arms. "You said you'd try."
"And I did! Look, try it again. I'll, um, I'll keep in character this time."
John dropped his arms to his side and said, "Never mind. I've lost the mood." He walked over to his bed and dropped down heavily onto it staring sulkily at the ceiling. Rodney came and sat down on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on John's stomach.
"I'm sorry I ruined it. I, um, I was really getting into it."
John glared at him. "You called my name."
"Well," Rodney said, looking down at his hand as he lightly caressed John's stomach, "I guess that's because I want you, not some random sexy alien."
He peeked a look up at John and relaxed a bit when he saw John fighting a smile. He gave John a little push to move over and then lay on his side beside John, resting his head on his hand while his other hand continued to slide slowly up and down John's torso.
"You know what made the sexy alien so hot?" he asked tugging at the bottom of John's shirt. When it was free from John's pants, he slipped his hand under the hem and stroked the warm skin underneath.
"What?" John said, his voice still a little sulky.
Rodney leaned in and whispered in John's ear, "He looked just like you."
John looked over at Rodney and smiled. "Yeah?"
Rodney smiled back and slipped his fingers into the waistband of John's pants. "Yeah." Sliding his hand lower, his fingers encountered the head of John's cock. He circled it with the tip of his index finger causing John to gasp and buck his hips.
John looked at him, his pupils dilated slightly. "You still think I'm hot?"
"Are you nuts?" Rodney exclaimed sitting up, pulling his hand from John's pants and ignoring John's instant pout. "Jesus, John, you're the hottest thing in this galaxy. In two galaxies. Of course, I still think you're hot!"
John grinned then and grabbing Rodney by his shoulders, he tugged until Rodney rolled over and onto John's body. John spread his legs so that Rodney could rest comfortably between them, and then his hands cupped Rodney's ass and he thrust up, causing both of them to groan. Rodney cupped John's face in his hands and captured his mouth in a kiss, gentle at first and then building in intensity. When they broke away, breathless and flushed, John said, "So you don't really want to be taken captive by a sexy alien?"
"As opposed to the Wraith?" Rodney asked. "Then yes. Yes, I want to be taken captive by a sexy alien."
John grinned and thrust up his hips again causing Rodney to groan in response. "But it's not just to get some strange."
"Get some strange?" Rodney said his voice going up a couple octaves. He shook his head. "You're unbelievable, you know that? I do not need or want strange. I want you. You're strange enough for ten people. Can we have sex now, please?"
John pursed his lips and wrinkled his face up in a look of feigned thoughtfulness, and then he grinned and pulled Rodney's face down to his. Kissing him, he said, "I think I can be persuaded."
The End
Author: Sandy
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: R
Word Count ~ 1,290
Spoilers: Travelers
smut_69 Prompt #52
Summary: "All I know is that every time I get taken captive, it's the Wraith. Just once, I would like to be taken prisoner by the sexy alien."
When, Rodney wondered as he paced around the room, was he going to learn to keep his big mouth shut. This was just so stupid. He wasn't even sure how'd he'd gotten himself into this mess. Sure, he'd been jealous. Well, after he'd gotten over the whole 'Oh, thank god, John's safe' thing, that is. But after yet another fright where he'd thought he'd lost John forever, to discover that John's captor had been hot had been just too unfair. Still, wishing out loud that the next time he was taken prisoner it would be by the sexy alien had just been asking for trouble.
Rodney stopped pacing and glanced nervously at the closed door that led out into a corridor. He could maybe try to get away, but he knew there wasn't anywhere to run, nowhere he could hide for long. He was going to have to see this through.
He whirled around when he heard a door at his back slide open and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of the man standing in the doorway. Tall, slender, and too damned handsome for his own good, he leaned casually against the door frame with arms crossed and a knowing smirk pasted on his face. The tight shirt and pants he wore didn't leave much to the imagination, and Rodney felt his heartbeat start to race because here before him was Rodney's every wet dream come to life.
"Dr. McKay," the man said in a low, sexy voice. "I hope you find your accommodations comfortable."
Rodney's chin went up. "They're fine, but I'd prefer it if you'd just let me go."
The man smiled slightly and shook his head. "Sorry, that's not going to happen. We need you."
Rodney's crossed his arms and said defiantly, "If you'd asked for my help, I probably would have been happy to give it to you, but I don't respond well to coercion."
The man straightened up and took a step into the room; Rodney stepped back. The door slid shut behind the man closing them in together.
"If we had just asked for your help, you might have turned us down. This way, you have no choice."
Rodney swallowed but kept up his bravado. "You can't force me to do anything. And... and my team will find me and rescue me. You don't want to mess with my people, believe me."
"Your people will never find you unless I want them to find you, Dr. McKay," the man said with arrogant confidence. He took another step forward. Rodney took another step back.
"I have no intention of hurting you, but I'll do whatever is necessary to get your cooperation." The man looked Rodney up and down appraisingly, and one eyebrow lifted. He took another step forward, and leaned in toward Rodney. "Whatever is necessary," he repeated in a sultry voice.
Rodney gasped and backpedaled away from the man until he came to an abrupt halt against a wall. The sexy alien smirked and advanced on him while Rodney tried to press his way back through the wall. When the sexy alien reached him, he slid one finger down the side of Rodney's face, causing Rodney to shiver at the touch.
Leaning in, he pressed his lips close to Rodney's ear and said, "Shall I persuade you to help us?"
Rodney's breath caught as the sexy alien's breath blew into his ear, and he closed his eyes when lips slid down over the sensitive skin of his neck. God, he was as hard as a rock and he'd barely been touched. When sharp teeth bit down gently on the skin right above his shirt collar, Rodney tilted his head to the side to expose more skin. Grabbing the man's hips, he pulled their bodies together and moaned out, "John."
The other man stiffened, and then a head dropped heavily against his shoulder and a plaintive voice said, "Dammit, Rodney."
Rodney's head snapped up. "What?"
John pulled back and scowled at him. "I'm not 'John'. I'm a sexy alien. Remember?"
Rodney's eyes went wide and he said, "Oh, yes. Sorry." At John's narrow-eyed look, he said, "Look, I told you I'm no good at role-playing."
John stepped back and crossed his arms. "You said you'd try."
"And I did! Look, try it again. I'll, um, I'll keep in character this time."
John dropped his arms to his side and said, "Never mind. I've lost the mood." He walked over to his bed and dropped down heavily onto it staring sulkily at the ceiling. Rodney came and sat down on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on John's stomach.
"I'm sorry I ruined it. I, um, I was really getting into it."
John glared at him. "You called my name."
"Well," Rodney said, looking down at his hand as he lightly caressed John's stomach, "I guess that's because I want you, not some random sexy alien."
He peeked a look up at John and relaxed a bit when he saw John fighting a smile. He gave John a little push to move over and then lay on his side beside John, resting his head on his hand while his other hand continued to slide slowly up and down John's torso.
"You know what made the sexy alien so hot?" he asked tugging at the bottom of John's shirt. When it was free from John's pants, he slipped his hand under the hem and stroked the warm skin underneath.
"What?" John said, his voice still a little sulky.
Rodney leaned in and whispered in John's ear, "He looked just like you."
John looked over at Rodney and smiled. "Yeah?"
Rodney smiled back and slipped his fingers into the waistband of John's pants. "Yeah." Sliding his hand lower, his fingers encountered the head of John's cock. He circled it with the tip of his index finger causing John to gasp and buck his hips.
John looked at him, his pupils dilated slightly. "You still think I'm hot?"
"Are you nuts?" Rodney exclaimed sitting up, pulling his hand from John's pants and ignoring John's instant pout. "Jesus, John, you're the hottest thing in this galaxy. In two galaxies. Of course, I still think you're hot!"
John grinned then and grabbing Rodney by his shoulders, he tugged until Rodney rolled over and onto John's body. John spread his legs so that Rodney could rest comfortably between them, and then his hands cupped Rodney's ass and he thrust up, causing both of them to groan. Rodney cupped John's face in his hands and captured his mouth in a kiss, gentle at first and then building in intensity. When they broke away, breathless and flushed, John said, "So you don't really want to be taken captive by a sexy alien?"
"As opposed to the Wraith?" Rodney asked. "Then yes. Yes, I want to be taken captive by a sexy alien."
John grinned and thrust up his hips again causing Rodney to groan in response. "But it's not just to get some strange."
"Get some strange?" Rodney said his voice going up a couple octaves. He shook his head. "You're unbelievable, you know that? I do not need or want strange. I want you. You're strange enough for ten people. Can we have sex now, please?"
John pursed his lips and wrinkled his face up in a look of feigned thoughtfulness, and then he grinned and pulled Rodney's face down to his. Kissing him, he said, "I think I can be persuaded."
The End