acthy's story request
pairing: Sheppard/McKay
what you want to happen: Make one of them high on something
word or phrase you would like one of the characters to say "Just give me what I want, and no one gets hurt"
rating: hit me hard
Lab
Major John Sheppard of the United States Air Force grinned evilly as he dripped the purple liquid into Rodney's coffee cup. He dropped the vial into his pocket and stuffed the last of McKay's coffee into his other one. He checked over his shoulder to see if anyone had seen him then quickly ducked out of the lab and walked down the hall whistling. Rodney wasn't going to know what hit him, he thought smugly and headed to his room.
John Sheppard's Private Quarters
"Major." John eyes snapped open when a whispered breath danced over his ear. He shot up in bed and saw Rodney standing next to it, glaring at him.
"What's going on McKay? Is there some short of emergency?" he rubbed his eyes.
"Where is my coffee, Major?" McKay growled John looked up; he'd totally forgotten he'd done that and Rodney really didn't look happy.
"I don't know what your talking about McKay." He swallowed, McKay really, really, didn't look happy.
"You took it."
"No, I didn't." Rodney moved quicker then John would have thought possible and pinned him to the bed, pressing his thigh against John's now ragging erection. "Ro-Rodney?" This was different, normally he was the dominate one.
"Just give me what I want, and no one gets hurt." Rodney growled, god John hadn't thought it was possible to get any hard then he was but apparently he was wrong, the line sent him to a whole new level of lust.
"Rodney." He let out a strangled whimper as Rodney started moving against him, pressing his thigh down and rubbing.
"Give it to me, Major." Rodney growled nipping on his ear, John moaned.
"I don't…have…IT" He nearly screamed when Rodney bit down hard on his neck that was going to leave a mark. Rodney nibbled down his neck and started in on one of his nipples. John desperately tried to think straight and remember where he'd hid Rodney's coffee, but then Rodney, after somehow getting rid of his boxers without John noticing started going down on him and oh god that was good, Rodney had a very talented tongue. God were those stars he was seeing? Wait, why was the ceiling pink? Oh fuck, where did Rodney learn to do that? Ah, damn, he moaned long and loud, it felt like Rodney was trying to suck him inside out. Oh, that was a cold finger, oh fuck that felt good. McKay's finger brushed his prostate and John arched off the bed. Fuck, McKay had good hands, he hand really good hands, he had several hands. John blinked as things went out of focus and screamed when he came. When he opened his eyes he was looking up at the roof of an Athosian hut. Oh wow. One of the Athosian women leaned over him, holding a pipe. John looked at her, looked at the pipe, remembered what Rodney had done.
"Gimme." John slurred reaching for the pipe.
…diwedd…