probodie's request

How about...McKay/Grodin (i know, I know...but we can pretend, cant we?)
What happens? McKay rescues Grodin just in the nick of time
Word/Phrase - Well, slap my thigh and call me Katy.
Rating - Hot/steamy/sexy/porny/whatever you want

Jumper Bay

Peter Grodin stood frozen in place, starring up in horror as the large vent came loose, the cables snapping one by one. He stood unable to move as his life flashed before him and the cable came down, barely registering the people yelling at him to move. He couldn't, his limbs were too heavy and time seemed to have slowed down as the vent fell the last few feet and then the next thing he felt, seconds before the vent hit him was an NFL linebacker slamming into his side and then landing on him as they hit the floor. The air rushed out of his lungs and he saw stars. The next thing he registered was the gray ceiling of the puddle jumper bay and someone rather heavy lying on top of his legs. He sighed and took a deep breath when the weight disappeared and Carson, Sheppard, and Elizabeth came into view.

"Peter?" Elizabeth asked, she looked worried.

"What happened?" he croaked.

"The cables snapped." Elizabeth explained as Carson took his pulse. He groaned as Sheppard and Carson helped him sit up.

"Who saved me?"

"Rodney." Elizabeth answered and pointed to the scientist who was sitting next to Peter's feet. Peter froze and gapped at the scientist who was rubbing his shoulder.

"What?" he asked indignantly.

"Uh thanks." Peter murmured, still in shock.

"Next time don't just stand there!" McKay snapped.

"I owe you one." He smiled, feeling slightly better. "What ever you want."

"Massage." Was Rodney's only response.

McKay's quarters

"Well, slap my thigh and call my Katy, its clean!" Peter exclaimed upon entering McKay's quarters. Rodney stared at him in abject horror.

"If you're going to talk like that, leave, I changed my mind!" Rodney snapped, Peter laughed.

"Ly down on your stomach and take off your shirt." Peter ordered, his massages were legendary on Atlantis. McKay was on the bed almost before he finished speaking and he toed off his shoes with a grin, pausing for a moment to admire McKay's back and shoulders.

"Some time soon would be nice." Rodney snapped from the bed and Peter shook his head in amusement as he straddled the other man, he didn't have the heart to be mad at McKay now, not after he saved his life. He dug his fingers in McKay's shoulder muscles.

"Bloody hell, you're tense. When was the last time you relaxed?"

"Earth." McKay muttered then moaned as Peter's fingers started rubbing circles into his skin. Rodney moaned, Peter grinned and started using his knuckles. Rodney's muffled 'oh god' made him smirk. His hands moved lower, kneading the muscles in Rodney's lower back.

Several hours later

Oh god….people were not supposed to be able to do that! Peter sprawled out next Rodney on the bed. Fuck, he was never underestimating the man again. Who new you could do that with your tongue! He hadn't but apparently Rodney had. Fuck, the man had nearly sucked his spine out through his dick, and then done it again and again and all Peter had been able to do was lay back and moan and beg for more. And Rodney had given it. God damn, his tongue, that had to be the most talented tongue in existence! No wonder the man had such a mouth on him and an ego. God, and then he'd made a point to tell Peter exactly what he was going to and then he'd done it. Bloody hell, he'd never been fucked through the bloody mattress before, but god he was never going to forget that feeling. McKay had a fucking amazing dick and feeling it pressed up inside him as far as it could go was heart stopping. But his tongue, that was the best part when he'd stuck it up inside…oh fuck he was getting hard just thinking about it.

"It's called rimming." Rodney murmured, lying next to him.

"Do it again." Peter begged breathlessly. Rodney grinned.

I know its short, if you want me to redo it let me know.

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