Interruptus by likethesoda (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: slash, voyeurism, masturbation
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 2,169
Author's Journal: n/a
Author's Website: likethesoda on AO3
Link Fic: Interruptus
Author's summary: He gets up to both fingers quickly after that, carefully moving his other hand to his cock and giving it a stroke without toppling over. There’s a dildo in his drawer, right next to the lube and an unused box of condoms– he hasn’t had the time in months, and the only way he’s not fucking himself on it tonight is if–
“Colonel Sheppard to the Control Room. Colonel Sheppard.”
He pulls his hand free and flops back down flat and grumbles, “god dammit.”
Why This Must Be Read: This is an exceptional fic that starts out really funny and makes you laugh and feel for John, who’s desperate but unsuccessful in finding completion. But wow, then the tables are turned, bringing Rodney into play—liking to watch and being bossy—with John doing what he’s told. It will turn you into a melting mess, leaving you desperate for a fan. Enjoy!
Finally, finally, he pulls his fingers free, sits up, uses them to prop the dildo upright, and sinks down. He savors the stretch, goes slow, takes his time with it. It’s not the biggest thing he’s had in his hole by far, but the fake head flares perfectly to rub over his prostate in the way he likes. Little noises keep escaping his bitten lip, and he’s nearly halfway down when he braces to rise back up and–
“Oh my god!” John only knows one person in the city capable of opening his door despite the lock. At Rodney’s exclamation, he startles badly, grabs blindly to cover his bits with the blanket, and slips the rest of the way down, all at once. He can tell already that his ass is barely covered, but he can’t gather enough brain cells together to fix that. They may have been knocked out by the silicon cock bottomed out in him.
“Jesus Christ, Rodney!” When he turns, Rodney is standing in front of the thankfully closed door, his tablet held out in front of him like a shield. It’s supposed to be angry, aggressive, but John thinks he might just sound fucked out.
“Oh my god.” Rodney whispers it like a prayer, eyes darting up to John’s face and then down to his belly, his ass, the bulge of his dick, before making it back up to his face. That flush is all over his cheeks, that same one from the shirtless planet. John thinks very hard about how far that flush doesn’t go.
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: slash, voyeurism, masturbation
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 2,169
Author's Journal: n/a
Author's Website: likethesoda on AO3
Link Fic: Interruptus
Author's summary: He gets up to both fingers quickly after that, carefully moving his other hand to his cock and giving it a stroke without toppling over. There’s a dildo in his drawer, right next to the lube and an unused box of condoms– he hasn’t had the time in months, and the only way he’s not fucking himself on it tonight is if–
“Colonel Sheppard to the Control Room. Colonel Sheppard.”
He pulls his hand free and flops back down flat and grumbles, “god dammit.”
Why This Must Be Read: This is an exceptional fic that starts out really funny and makes you laugh and feel for John, who’s desperate but unsuccessful in finding completion. But wow, then the tables are turned, bringing Rodney into play—liking to watch and being bossy—with John doing what he’s told. It will turn you into a melting mess, leaving you desperate for a fan. Enjoy!
Finally, finally, he pulls his fingers free, sits up, uses them to prop the dildo upright, and sinks down. He savors the stretch, goes slow, takes his time with it. It’s not the biggest thing he’s had in his hole by far, but the fake head flares perfectly to rub over his prostate in the way he likes. Little noises keep escaping his bitten lip, and he’s nearly halfway down when he braces to rise back up and–
“Oh my god!” John only knows one person in the city capable of opening his door despite the lock. At Rodney’s exclamation, he startles badly, grabs blindly to cover his bits with the blanket, and slips the rest of the way down, all at once. He can tell already that his ass is barely covered, but he can’t gather enough brain cells together to fix that. They may have been knocked out by the silicon cock bottomed out in him.
“Jesus Christ, Rodney!” When he turns, Rodney is standing in front of the thankfully closed door, his tablet held out in front of him like a shield. It’s supposed to be angry, aggressive, but John thinks he might just sound fucked out.
“Oh my god.” Rodney whispers it like a prayer, eyes darting up to John’s face and then down to his belly, his ass, the bulge of his dick, before making it back up to his face. That flush is all over his cheeks, that same one from the shirtless planet. John thinks very hard about how far that flush doesn’t go.
