Author: Keira Marcos
Big Short Prompt: Wet
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Genre: PWP, Porn
Rating: R (sexually explicit content)
Warnings: no beta
Word Count: 987
Summary: Rodney never gets nice things (except when he does).
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Rodney hesitated in the doorway, his gaze drifting over Sheppard. It was easy to say the man was beautiful but John was also physically powerful in a way that McKay had always found more attractive than he wanted to admit.
Soldiers, he thought wryly and turned away. The communal shower attached to the infirmary was small, only four shower heads and a dressing area. No stalls which had been a little unnerving at first for Rodney.
He put his things down on the bench and activated the stream of water and also activated the sanitation stream. Rodney hated coming back to the city in the middle of the night but the mission had been scheduled late in the day because of the planet they’d visited was ten hours ahead of them.
“Yeah,” Rodney murmured. He frowned down at his hands, there was blood under his nails. “I checked on Ronon again before coming in here—he’s asleep now.”
“Carson said the arrow came out with no problem,” John said. “You did a great job today, Rodney.”
“Thanks,” McKay said and took a deep breath.
Things had been difficult between them since they’d argued over a project he’d wanted to do. John had eventually nixed the whole thing and used his power as military leader to hammer in the refusal. But the rift between Sheppard and Weir had taken on epic proportions for reasons Rodney didn’t understand. He glanced toward John and found him braced against the wall, water sliding down his back.
Rodney huffed and soaped up a washcloth. He was half-hard, and that was more annoying than embarrassing.
“Still pissed with me about the Doranda thing?”
“No, you were right. It was dangerous, and I was ignoring that.” Rodney frowned down at his soap. “Still mad at me?”
“Never was mad. It’s your job to advocate for that kind of thing, and it’s my job to evaluate the potential gain of it against the danger posed. I didn’t make the choice you wanted. In the end, you weren’t even the problem.”
“Elizabeth’s the problem.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about her bullshit,” John muttered.
The locks clicked on the door, and Rodney glanced briefly at it before looking at John. Sheppard was still braced against the wall, but he’d turned his head and was staring at him.
“What?” Rodney questioned.
“Am I making you hard?”
McKay exhaled sharply. “I guess it depends on how you’re going to react.”
John laughed. “Come here, Rodney.”
He never had been one to like being bossed around but there was nothing about John’s tone that was demanding—despite the words he’d used. McKay hesitated only briefly before walking across the small space to join Sheppard. John made a soft, pleased sound that was such a shock that Rodney didn’t say a word when he was prodded against the wall.
“Look at you following instructions like a good little soldier,” John murmured, clearly amused.
McKay took a deep breath as John wrapped a hand around his cock. “You…wow. Is this because I was so awesome today? Because if it is then I’m going to be really awesome tomorrow, too.”
John grinned and moved in closer. “You were great, even Ronon was impressed.” Sheppard stroked him firmly, rubbing his thumb gently over the fat head of Rodney’s cock. “Wanna come for me?”
“Yes, whatever you want,” Rodney confessed as he wrapped one hand around the top of John’s shoulder to give himself balance.
Sheppard hummed under his breath. “Careful there, Rodney, I could want anything.”
Rodney shuddered as John shifted closer and Sheppard’s cock was pressed against his thigh. “I trust you.”
John slid to his knees without a word.
“Oh, fuck, I’m probably dead. I died on the planet, and this is…” Rodney trailed off as John sucked his cock deep into his mouth and the head hit the back of the other man’s throat. “You…wow. I never get nice things like this.”
John pulled off his cock with a laugh. “Shut up, McKay.”
Sheppard sucked his cock back in, and Rodney closed his eyes to keep from coming immediately. He let his hand fall to John’s head, and McKay ran his fingers through the dark, damp mess his hair. It had been almost a year since he’d gotten a blow job so he knew he wasn’t going to last long but he tried to think of terrible, unsexy things to prolong it as much as he could. John cupped his ass with both hands, pulled him forward a little and pleasure shot up McKay’s spine.
Sheppard pressed wet fingers against the rim of his asshole and Rodney shuddered.
“I can’t…I’m gonna come.” Rodney shuddered, and his hand clenched in John’s hair.
John just sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing out with each greedy pull of his mouth.
McKay went weak in the knees as he came, trembling with a mixture of shock and intense pleasure. He really didn’t get nice things like hot ass Air Force pilots giving him blow jobs in showers.
Sheppard released him and rose to his feet. “You okay, buddy?”
Rodney huffed. “You.”
John grinned and flicked his tongue out over his lips briefly.
McKay looked down at Sheppard’s cock—which was jutting long and hard out from his body. “Can I return the favor?”
John stretched and picked up a towel from the bench. “How about you get dressed and follow me back to my quarters?” He checked his watch. “It’s technically tomorrow, and you’ve already promised to be totally awesome.”
“I can be totally awesome every day,” Rodney promised rashly.
John grinned. “Yeah, okay. Don’t be long, though—I’d hate to fall asleep waiting.”
Rodney stayed where he was, leaning against the wall as John left the showers. The door to the locker room shut behind Sheppard and McKay nodded to himself.
“Don’t fuck this up, Rodney,” he murmured.
The Big Short is a short-form writing challenge hosted on Rough Trade’s forum, The Workshop. The prompts come in two forms — a word challenge (the theme) and a single character challenge. I post my responses to the prompts on the forum first and eventually they’ll make it to my website. Each is a stand alone piece with no potential for expansion.
These short works are NOT prompts! These are my responses to the forum prompts. No, you cannot use them as prompts. No you cannot continue my short work with a longer work or write a sequel. For fuck’s sake.