It was stupid really, if he bothered to stop and think about it, but it was so damn unexpected… Rodney had a leaf in his hair, some kind of fuzzy silvery thing that looked like a flattened out caterpillar, and it’s not like he went looking for reasons to touch McKay. And just because he automatically smoothed out the strands left behind when he plucked the leaf out, what was that saying about cause and effect? John had never really seen Rodney go that still, like he was part of some picture perfect tableau just waiting to be immortalized. And for some reason John knew he would never forget how McKay looked just like this. The comfortable silence between them became something thick and tangible, Rodney slowly turned his head to look at John like he felt it too. “Relax,” John whispered, just to break the tension, “It was a leaf, not a soul sucking Wraith bug.” McKay nodded once, humming briefly in the back of his throat then turning to stare back up into the sky. The meteor shower started after the last rays of the sun faded, painting the sky with ribbons of brilliant white and blue streaks, John blinked as tiny crystalline motes danced and drifted down to powder Atlantis. He waited for Rodney to say something, anything, about the fallout, but he didn’t seem to see what John saw. ~*~ When John closed his eyes, he could still see the tracers from the meteors, streaking across his eyelids. There was a sense of rough weave blanket under his fingertips, where he knew he should feel the soft pseudo-cotton of his sheet, and he could still smell the grass. His skin started to feel heavy; sleep wasn’t so much creeping up on him as it was falling over him like the crystal fallout from earlier, when he heard the first vague whisper. ”Please?” John snapped his eyes open, flicking them from corner to corner and back again looking for the source of the sound. ”Oh, please John, again?” There were ghost fingers trailing over his jaw, up across his lips, tiny puffs of air warm against his throat. ”I want to touch you.” Hot sparks down the back of his neck now, circling around his balls and shooting up the ridge of his cock. ”I want you to touch me, like that, again.” Soft lips against his shoulder, down the line of muscle to press against his nipple. ”I want to feel your dick in my hands.” Pressure down his belly, almost there calluses dancing across his abs, swirling around his navel and stopping there. “I wish, fuck, I wish.” Following the trail of coarse hair and brushing against the tip of his cock. Hot hot breath against his nipple and quick sure fingers around his shaft and John twisted his hands in the bed sheets and bit his tongue to hold back the cry. “I wish I could kneel over you, suck you, ride you. I want to feel you inside of me, want to squeeze your dick, make you come until you’re fucking dry and then slide into you.” There was a keening sound in his room now, low and needy and desperate. John didn’t even have to touch himself, one final brush of not there fingers and his balls twisted up, shooting long streams of sticky fluid over his belly, up onto his chest. “I wish I could tell you I love you.” ~*~ “Major, could you at least pretend to pay attention?” John slowly swung his head around, looking from Elizabeth to Carson. “Sorry, Doc, what was that?” He gave his best ‘you can’t kill me, I’m kinda in charge here’ smile and knew it fell flat. “I said the meteor shower last night has some sort of effect on the ATA gene, triggering a heightened awareness in those born with the gene. Did you notice anything…extra last night?” Carson looked at John intently, noting the slight flush that darkened his cheeks and knew the Major was about to lie. John shifted his gaze to McKay, returning the hesitant gaze with a hot one. “Nope, not a thing Doc.” |
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