Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters. Do you THINK I would be here if I did?! So I do not, in any way shape or form own any of the plot or the characters. They belong to whoever owns 'em. I just took the general idea for a test jaunt. So, don't sue me...not that it would be beneficial, as I am a poor university student, yadda yadda yadda.
Warnings: This is a McKay and Sheppard slash story, boys and girls. Thus, here be smut and man-on-man goodness. If that's not your style, well then, toodles! (And yes, there will eventually be smut...at some point...traditionally it takes awhile for me to get there).
Authors Note: Please read and review. I am excited to see what you all think. I am open to comments, advice, and constructive criticism. I totally blame this story rabid plot bunnies. I have NO idea where this story came from. Really. (Actually I totally do but it is embarrassing like-whoa! Ha!)
Dedication: Another shout out to my looooooooovely beta Late for the Sky. She is always so speedy, I love it! Thanks again chicklet!
Why Astrophysicists shouldn't wear Leather Pants – Part Seven
He kisses like a wet tongue to an electrical socket
Kissing Rodney was a lot like what he imagined playing football in the middle of a hurricane would be like. All he could do was hang on and try to keep up. He was left with just enough brain power to allow him to vaguely wonder when exactly the whole 'him-kissing-Rodney' thing had turned into 'Rodney-devastating-him-with-the-power-of-his-lips.' However he had a sneaking suspicion it might have started the moment that he had grabbed the Canadian by the scruff of the neck and had dragged him into the closet.
Either way he wasn't telling.
Years later, with many long nights of pillow talk under their belts, as well as more grey in their hair then either would readily admit to, they would often banter about who had actually kissed who first. They would each insist that they had been the one to do so, playfully arguing until unsurprisingly, the discussion would often dissolve into a short, yet vigorous wrestling match, only ending when gravity and the narrow Atlantis beds called a time out, splaying them out across the floor, their limbs tangled together and the breath knocked out of them.
And while he would always hotly contest that it had been him, he knew that by a slight technicality, it had actually been Rodney. Because while he had done the majority of the... manhandling it had been Rodney, not him that had finally found his balls and done something about it. It had been Rodney that had taken the last step..right into his lips, pitching into him like a new ship sliding down from the mooring docks towards its first taste of the sea.
While he had often contemplated on just how the man might kiss, on what it might be like to finally have him, to have Rodney, the reality of it all blew even the most risqué' versions of his imagination entirely out of the water.
And oh, hello... Tongue!
And after that major development he had to update his theory... Kissing Rodney with tongue was a lot like sticking a wet fork in between your teeth and directly into a juiced electrical socket. It was hot, intense, and when he had had a moment to draw in a gasping breath, his brain was still trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
His brain seemed to be doing a lot of that today..
It was entirely possible that he had NEVER been kissed this way before. In fact he knew he hadn't. It had never been like this. Never. And he knew from that very moment, despite what might end up happening, that whatever the outcome of this moment might be, he was utterly, and entirely ruined for anyone else. Even the mere idea of someone else's lips on his, someone else's skin under his nails and scent in his nostrils was unfathomable. This was it. This was what he wanted, he finally knew what he needed, what he wanted.
Rodney never did do anything in halves..
Rodney didn't just kiss him. He DESTROYED him. Because like with everything Rodney divested attention into, he went all out.
He used his entire body like it was an extension his lips, legs, hands, hips, mouth, and fingers...it was dizzying, electrifying, confusing, and so god damn hot that for a long moment he didn't even know where to put his hands. They flailed for a moment at the man's hips, travelling up the sides of the man's ribs until his hands finally captured the man's broad shoulders, digging his fingers into that religiously thin black t-shirt and holding on for dear life, while the other wrapped around the nape of the man's neck, trying to press him impossibly closer.
But it wasn't just him that as doing it, Rodney was just as demanding, just as eager.
It felt like Rodney was either trying to climb into him through his lips, or have sex with him standing up. He wasn't sure which. Maybe it was both. And either way, he was VERY okay with that.
One thing for sure was that it wasn't just slow passionate kisses, because within the space of about thirty seconds the resistant...tentative kisses turned heated, graduating into subtle nibbles before skipping straight to small bites, with Rodney worrying his bottom lip with his tongue and teeth as he gripped at the man for purchase his hands running along the man's solid torso and broad shoulders, eliciting a few strangled noises as he went, exploiting them as he found them, craving the pointed nips he got in response.
It was hot, dirty, and messy. And it was perfect.
And what totally killed him was that they couldn't do anything here. Hidden door or no, they lived on a base staffed by the best and brightest of Earth's scientific progeny's, and protected by men and women specifically trained to note even the more infinitesimal detail. Between the two someone was bound to notice that there was suddenly a door where he was pretty damn sure there had never been a door before.
He knew it was going to take every shred of self-discipline he possessed to eventually pull away and whisper fast and heated in Rodney's ear, trying to convince mostly himself why getting naked with only a tiny little door separating them from one of the busiest hallways on Atlantis was a bad idea, to convince himself that separating for the time it would take them to make a quick but measured retreat to the nearest of their bedrooms was in order. Damnit.
Oxygen was fast becoming a major issue, and he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he might have to actually take a fresh breath soon, but for the moment he couldn't bring himself to care much, because he was drowning already, drowning in the heat, the smell, the touch, the feel of him. He couldn't taste anything else on his tongue. He didn't want to.
He wasn't sure who broke the kiss first, but he staggered back, lungs jumping and twitching as he sucked in the first fresh breath since...since what felt like forever, and he momentarily wished he hadn't had to, meeting the man's heated stare despite the blue-glowing gloom.
He had once heard Elizabeth say that the eyes were the windows to the soul...but until now, he had never truly understood the phrase. Despite Rodney's attempts to hide it, to veil his true thoughts under that ragged blanket of belligerent intelligence and self righteous smuggery, his eyes had now laid him bare. Naked.
There was desire, a desperate sort of want and longing that only came from the kind of emotion that had been as partially buried as his own, simmering just under the surface, banked like the glowing coals of a fire...waiting, and growing as the years had slid onwards. But there was also confusion, and what looked like something close to fright.
And yet, in spite of it all, there was something else. Something John had never expected to see, but really should have known.
The man looked entirely too smug for his own good.
Because now he was suddenly staring back at him, lips twitching with a smile that could almost be called confident, pleased...knowing. He heard more then saw as Rodney's entire body suddenly shifted, moving until it wasn't him pressing the man into the wall, but now it was Rodney...Oh.
The man was smug!
Smug! Like this whole thing had been his idea from the start!
....Wait a minute....
No. Freakin'. Way.
A/N: A HUGE thank you to all my reviewers. Here I was worried about people having lost interest, and BAM, two days of a full inbox! Thanks guys, you are truly awesome! And to all my anonymous reviewers, there are a few out there, thanks so much for the reviews! They always meant a lot! Like brain candy (or maybe ego candy?) for the writer's soul! Ha!
A/N #2: Again with the relatively small chapter. My bad. I wrote a few sections of the next chapter, intended to include them in this one, but there was to clear of a natural chapter break between them to ignore! But don't worry, lots more smut to come!
