* I own nothing … bla bla bla
* note: I first wrote this in german, so this is a translation of my story. If you find any spelling or grammatical mistakes, please tell me :)
critique is welcomed
* inspired by „look who's talking"
* the title is a reference to Judge Dread's song "Up with the cock"
Have fun!
„Ouch…Ow!" McKay was whining loudly. Sheppard groaned in exasperation. „Rodney, quit fidgeting or I'll never get it out!" Sometimes McKay could be a real sissy. Sheppard had to restrain a smile while he was trying to move it a bit.
Suddenly Rodney screamed with pain: „Major…STOP! Stop it, it hurts real bad." Sheppard rolled his eyes and sighed. It'll never work this way. „Okay Rodney, I'll count to three and then I'll pull it out in one fell swoop. Are you okay with that?" McKay just nodded.
„Alright, ready? One – two – three…!
„OOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!" McKay grouched. „Calm down Rodney, it's out" Sheppard tried to appease him. „Woah, that's a big one. I think I never had one that big in me!" McKay was amazed at the look at it. John smirked. „Jeah, that's a pretty big one". He walked to the door but paused for a moment to look back at McKay. „Oh, and the next time you have a splinter in your finger, don't put up such a big fuss."
John had to duck down when suddenly a pillow was aimed at him. „Well well well, that's the way you thank someone for saving you?" A coy smile played at Sheppards lips. Rodney just looked at him pretending to sulk but finally he couldn't fight a big grin. „Thank you my saviour!" he winked at Sheppard.