Title: How To Deal

Author: Damion Starr

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Archive: Area 52, WWOMB, Pegasus Gate

Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis

Category: Episode related, Slash, PWP

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: John/Aiden

Summary: Everyone copes differently.

Warnings: Slash and language. (Of course.)

Season/Episode: Season 1, "Childhood's End"

Spoilers: "Childhood's End"

Author's Notes: I just wanted to try a slash fic for this epi. Takes place after the events of "Childhood's End".

Aiden Ford was shoved against the 'Jumper wall, his body covered, his mouth ravaged. John Sheppard ground his hips into Aiden's urgently as his hands tried to be every where at once. Aiden moaned lustfully into John's mouth when the older man's hand snaked between their bodies and started to undo his pants. Aiden followed his CO's lead and soon their pants and boxers were down around their ankles. Aiden stepped out of his and kicked them aside, never allowing his mouth to break from John's. The lithe Lieutenant wrapped his long, slender legs around his Major's waist and tightly gripped his shoulders. John moved forward so that the wall could be used for leverage, and began to grind his incessant erection against Aiden's own. It was only then that their lips broke apart. John buried his face against Aiden's throat when the younger man's head fell back against the wall. The only sounds were their pants and gasps. They had to be quiet. They were in the 'Jumper Hanger, doing "system checks" to every else's knowledge. It would be very easy to get caught, but John couldn't wait, and Aiden understood. They'd just gotten back, and John had been shaken by the fact that these kids, at so young an age, were taking their own lives. Especially when John's own lover was at the same age as them.

Aiden bit his bottom lip as a strangled whimper escaped him. John's breath was hot on the base of his neck. Both men were struggling to hold on to one another. "Oh, god, John," Aiden gasped quietly. John dug his fingers into Aiden's back.

And then they came together.

Aiden had to press his mouth against John's neck to stifle a cry of his lover's name that rose in his throat. John grit his teeth, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, one hand gripping Aiden's short hair. They were frozen like that for a moment, then slowly relaxed, sated, but Aiden remained wrapped around John's body. John kissed the side of Aiden's neck, relishing in the salty tang of sweat, then kissed his way to Aiden's lips.

"Feel better?" Aiden whispered once his mouth was freed.

"Yeah,"

The End