Fic: Again and Again

Author: linaerys
Title: Again and Again
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Word Count: ~1700
Summary: Crack with a side of PWP. Why do aliens keep making them do . . . what aliens keep making them do?
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, nor to I derive any profit from them.
Spoilers: None.


“Do you think maybe they’re trying to tell us something?” asked Sheppard. He traced lazy circles on McKay’s shoulder as they lay basking in the afterglow of another bout of mind-blowing sex, brought on, this time, by the Megren’s marshmallow-like delicacies. Sheppard squirmed a little. The burlap that the Megren used as bedding was a little itchy, but if he stayed lying down, he reasoned, they just might have another go.

“Who?” asked McKay.

“All these alien worlds. Aphrodisiac pollen: three times; this is the second time for fun alien snack food,”—he fed Rodney another marshmallow puff before he could object, “—and by the way, I’m going to take some of this home with us. A few peace pipes that brought a little—,”

“—More like ‘piece of ass’ than ‘peace on Earth,’” Rodney suggested with his mouth full.

“Ha. And more than a few welcoming rites which ended up with us butt-naked and . . .”

“What’s your point, Major?” asked Rodney as he tongued Sheppard’s nipple.

Sheppard sat up a little. “I’m just saying, all these aliens are always trying to get us to have sex, and succeeding--although there was that time with you and Zelenka and those little fuzzy--,”

“I thought we’d agreed not to mention that,” said Rodney as he bit down a little too hard.

“Ow, watch the teeth. But anyway, you know what I mean. It’s like they know something we don’t.”

“And here I thought it was just your way of getting around the uniform code,” said Rodney. He climbed up on top of Sheppard, and began kissing the other side of his neck while stroking Sheppard’s cock.

“You think I’m doing this on purpose?”

“Mmm, hmm.” He sat up. “Accidental gay sex is still gay sex, Major.”

“I would resent that, if it this didn't feel so good. Don’t stop,” said Sheppard. “We have at least an hour before Dr. Weir sends anyone after us. I’m just saying,” he continued, as McKay licked the bulb of his penis, and Sheppard's blood left his head for more important areas, “maybe we should try this when it’s not a matter of life and death, and we’re not drugged. My room, tomorrow night.” Sheppard thought he heard, or rather felt, McKay hum his agreement but, as Sheppard was learning, McKay often hummed while doing something he enjoyed.

Later, the marshmallows wore off, and they walked back to the jumper without making eye contact. Sheppard filed a mission report with no mention of the naked part of their adventures, and went off to shower and sleep.

Rodney ran a marshmallow through a mass spectrometer, to see if he could detect anything out of the ordinary.

Sheppard woke at 0600 and took a run around the high bridges of Atlantis.

Rodney made one of the younger scientists cry before breakfast, then rigged up an oscilloscope to map the current wave forms of a mini shield generator.

Sheppard spent his afternoon with Bates, getting a briefing about the state of security on the mainland.

Rodney brought a piece of marshmallow down to Beckett’s lab and bribed one of the techs with chocolate to run an analysis on it.

Sheppard ate dinner with some of the younger Marines and told them about the pranks he got up to in high school.

Rodney ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and dripped some jelly into his laptop keyboard. He looked around his lab and rigged up something that looked like an Ancient dental tool to suck the jelly out from around the keys.

Sheppard was back in his room by 2100, but he wasn’t sure what Rodney would consider “night”, so he lay down and tried to read War and Peace for a while. That held his attention less then thirty seconds. He got up up and took inventory: lube, condoms, toys, all in his bedside drawer. He put the lube on top of the set of drawers.

Rodney looked at his watch at 2100, decided that he didn’t want to be early, and dismantled a broken life-signs detector to see if he could isolate the component sensitive to living matter. At 2200 he thought he might be getting somewhere, and at 2300, he was definitely close to something. Then, as he was reaching for his smallest Phillips head screwdriver, he glanced at his watch again and saw the time.

Sheppard felt like he had paced a groove into floor of his quarters, and was about to go for another run to burn off some energy, when Rodney opened the door.

“Were you serious?” he asked, with a worried expression. “Those marshmallows had a pretty potent combination of serotonin stimulants and--,”

Sheppard stepped in close and kissed Rodney’s crooked mouth, which seemed to take a moment to register with Rodney, because he tried to talk past Sheppard’s lips, but then he started kissing him back. After a kiss that made his skin and fingers tingle, Sheppard pulled back and looked at Rodney, who was wearing a bemused expression.

“I guess you were,” he said.

Sheppard didn’t answer, but instead licked up the side of Rodney’s neck and ended nibbling on his earlobe.

“I’m not sure what to do, without some instructions or compulsion,” said Rodney. He looked worried again, and Sheppard wanted to kiss that expression off his face, or maybe fuck it off.

“What was your favorite time, before?” he asked. He took Rodney’s hand and led him over so they stood next to the bed. He pulled Rodney’s shirt up over his head. “Was it that time with all the honey?” He pushed his fingers under the waistband of Rodney’s pants and felt Rodney’s cock jump up against his leg.

“Or was it that time with those naked priestesses watching?” He kissed Rodney’s neck again and heard him moan. “Or what about when those fur-wearing guys gave you the drug that wouldn’t let you come until you figured out that Rubix-cube-looking thing.” Sheppard pushed down Rodney’s pants and encircled Rodney’s hard cock with his fingers. “A puzzle and sex? Was that the best?”

“Oh God,” said Rodney. He tilted his head back and half-closed his eyes. “I think my favorite was that time you fucked me on the beach, after we ate those purple banana things.” Rodney tugged Sheppard’s shirt up and he could feel Rodney's hot fingertips tracing lightly along his stomach and chest as he pulled the shirt higher. His fingers lingered on Sheppard's nipples, before the shirt went over his head.

Sheppard tilted his head to one side. “I don’t have a beach,” he said lazily. “But I have better lube than that butter the natives provided.”

“Good,” said Rodney. He looked right at Sheppard. “I wanted to see what it felt like the other way around.”

“Oh,” said Sheppard, his eyes flying open. Rodney had his chin jutted out at him, a little defiantly. Sheppard blinked and nodded. “Sure thing," he said. "Have you ever fucked a guy?”

“No,” said Rodney. “You can let me know if I miss anything.” He pushed Sheppard down on the bed and tugged his pants off. Rodney looked very determined, as if he had just encountered a possible solution to a difficult problem. “I remember the first step,” he murmured. He spread Sheppard’s legs apart with his knees, and bent down to lick Sheppard’s balls. It was like a hundred-times more pleasurable version of someone rubbing the hair on back of his neck. Sheppard’s hard-on subsided slightly as he relaxed into the sensation.

Then Rodney took Sheppard’s cock into his mouth, sending shocks of pleasure down Sheppard’s legs, and up into his stomach. He felt Rodney lick the pre-come off the tip, before Rodney straightened up and reached over for the lube. The cool air made Sheppard’s now-wet cock quiver; he squirmed a little and looked up and Rodney expectantly.

“I’m working on it,” said Rodney, exactly like he did when he was interrupted the middle of fixing something, and Sheppard wondered if he’d ever be able to hear those impatient words again, in that voice, without remembering how Rodney looked naked above him. He bent back down and encased Sheppard’s cock with his hot mouth again. The heat burned in contrast to the cold before, and Sheppard felt the orgasm building deep inside him, ready to burst forth.

Rodney slid a lubed finger up between Sheppard’s ass cheeks, teased the entrance and Sheppard lifted his knees to allow him more access. Rodney sucked slowly, as even more slowly, he slid one finger up into Sheppard’s ass. Sheppard could feel the first knuckle and then the second, and pushed forward with his pelvis to get Rodney’s finger further in. Rodney sucked faster, and Sheppard thrust up in rhythm until he came hard and suddenly as Rodney pushed another finger in.

Rodney kept his mouth around Sheppard and let the spasms subside as he worked his fingers slowly in and out. Then he sat up, keeping his fingers still inside Sheppard. Sheppard dug his heels in and slid himself slowly along Rodney’s finger, feeling the tight, full sensation, just on the pleasurable side of pain.

“How am I doing so far?” Rodney asked with a little grin.

“That’s a good start,” said Sheppard a little breathlessly. “There are condoms in the drawer.” Rodney frowned, and Sheppard understood—he didn’t want to take his fingers out. Sheppard grinned and reached over to grab one, unwrapped it, and tossed it at Rodney. “I’m just going to turn over . . .” he said.

“No,” said Rodney. “Like this.”

“It’s easier, the other way, the first time,” said Sheppard.

“Please, like this?”

Sheppard nodded. Rodney put on the condom and some more lube, then pressed his fingers back up into Sheppard. “Just let me know when you’re ready.” Rodney's penis stood rock hard, at attention.

“Just go slow,” said Sheppard. “It’s been a while.” Sheppard put his legs against Rodney’s chest, and felt the tip of Rodney’s cock against his opening. Rodney pressed a little and Sheppard felt himself iris open to let Rodney in. Rodney worked himself in a millimeter at a time until he was up to the hilt and Sheppard felt full-to-bursting, as if he would explode all over again. Sheppard reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, which was still tender from coming just a few minutes ago.

“I’m not going to last very long,” said Rodney. He pushed in and out once and before Sheppard even had a chance to get a few strokes in, and spasmed, mouth open, eyes closed, gasping.

“Sorry,” said Rodney, after he pulled out.

“'S’okay. We’ll just have to do it again,” said Sheppard. His body was heavy and felt drugged, but this time from the sex, and nothing else.

“You really think the aliens were trying to tell us something?” asked Rodney.

“Definitely," said Sheppard. "And I’m glad we finally listened.”