stargateficrec | Embrace yourself (And others too) by Deltacephei (R) (Reply)

Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Pairing: McShep, with hilarious Rodney and Carson friendship moments.
Categories: Humor, slash, first time, sorta Aliens Made Them Do It
Warnings: slash
Author on LJ:

deltacephei
Author's Website: None that I know of...
Link: http://deltacephei.livejournal.com/9114.html
Why This Must Be Read: It's hard to say what I love the most about this fic: the incredibly hot McShep moments or the scenes in the infirmary, but they compliment each other so well that it brings this fic to a higher level. It balances humor and UST and creates a Must-Read fic!
Brief summary: Lusting after John is not good, no matter how well the guy mimics an orgasm, so it has to be that the aliens did something to him. A visit to an alien planet results in John and Rodney having to fake sex and now he can't get it out of his mind! He just has to convince Carson that he really is under alien influence and then stop fantasizing about Sheppard... Yeah, right.

"Sweat!"

Carson looked up from his laptop, as slow on the uptake as ever. "What?"

Rodney sank into the chair opposite to Carson's desk. "The-- I don't know, pheromones? Whatever it is that makes anyone jump anyone. They're in Sheppard's sweat."

"You've figured it all out, I see."

"Of course. It's not me, it's him! I'm perfectly fine until Sheppard's sweaty self gets close, and then, boom, I'm can hardly stop myself from grabbing him and--"

"No need to elaborate," Carson cut in. "I think I get the picture."

"You do? Great! Then go get a sample and start working this out."

Carson closed his laptop and folded his hands on top of it. "Rodney," he said in his most reasonable voice. Rodney hated Carson's most reasonable voice. It usually preceded bad news. "You are--"

"Fine, yes. I'm fine. We've established that. Sheppard's the one distributing the super-pheromones that manage to override my rock-solid straightness. Go poke him with a needle and make it stop! This is seriously starting to distract me, and I really don't need distraction in my line of work, in case you hadn't noticed. Kusanagi pointed out an error in my calculations today!"

"I can see how that would disturb you," Carson said.

"Yes, well, Kavanaugh would have been worse but-- Don't you mock me!" On the average day Rodney was the only thing standing between Atlantis and Certain Doom, the trademarked kind with the capital letters, and that bastard was making fun of him? "Your life is on the line as well as mine if I'm unable to get my act together and think when I need to. Sheppard is--"

"--not the source of your problem," Carson finished firmly, seemingly oblivious to Rodney's death glare. "Not directly, at least. There's a flaw in your logic."

Of course. There was a flaw in Rodney's logic. He scoffed. "I don't see--"

"Why is no one else affected? If your theory of super-pheromones were correct, everyone on Atlantis would be all over the poor lad."

Rodney really didn't want to admit it, but Carson had a point. "The effects are limited to me," he said, finally.

"That is an observation, not an explanation. It isn't pheromones, and it isn't Major Sheppard. He is perfectly healthy, just like you are." Carson leaned forward. "All evidence points to the fact that you're just--"

"Don't say it! Don't start with me again!" Rodney was this close to putting his hands over his ears and making lalala noises when he hurried out the door.