"This isn't happening!"
"What? Your the one that shoved me into a dark storage closet McKay! How can you not think this is happening?" grunted Lorne, his hands under McKay's pants, gripping his ass.
"I'm hallucinating! It must be related to my hypoglo-OOH! Yesyesyes right there" McKay dick was now free from it's confines, along with Lorne's, and Lorne quirks an eyebrow at being able to stop McKay's health-related rant simply by fisting both of their cocks in his large hand.
Breathing heavy, Lorne couldn't resist "Do you usually hallucinate about things like this?"
A strangled "Oh god!" was the only reply as McKay's orgasm hit, feeling McKay's hot juice flowing through his fingers set Lorne off.
"Yes, yes I am a god" came Lorne's cheeky reply as he used McKay's boxers to clean his hand.
"Ok, ew, and no." McKay was still breathing hard, but apparently his mind was working again. "The reason I pulled you into a dark storage closet wasn't for.." McKay stopped arranging his pants long enough to wave his hands back and fourth between them. "But don'e get me wrong. It was nice and everything, it's just that I was going to warn you that Col. Sheppard may have borrowed Ronon's gun... and well, when Ronon found out some one used it, Sheppard said it was you."
A look of fear spread over Lorne's face as he straightened his close and walked out of the storage room with his head held high.
Only to turn and run at full speed.