Kink

Title: Whipped Cream, Vanilla Ice Cream, and Baseball caps


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Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard, Bates/Ford, Ronon Dex/Peter Grodin, Stackhouse/Markham, Radek Zelenka/Lorne, Carson/Caldwell
Category: romance, humor
Summary: Bates/Ford
Notes: beta’d by Linda, jozedpeeem was nice enough to add a little Bates/Beckett to her plot and she put up with all my suggestions so I’m dedicating this Series to her.


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Atlantis That Night (Bates/Ford)


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Bates frowned as he headed to his room. Rodney had called a group meeting after they had gotten back and told them that one of his scientists had figured out how long the aphrodisiac would last; they had five hours before it began to wear off. That meant they had five hours of unresolved sexual tension and no way to release it unless they wanted the others to hate them for the rest of eternity.

He sighed as he walked into his quarters and nearly dropped dead from a heart attack when he saw Ford sitting on his bed. The young Lt. looked up when he walked in and Bates let out a strangled sound when he noticed that Ford was only wearing jeans and a tee-shirt and his damn baseball cap, which happened to be the only piece of clothing Ford had been wearing in his last fantasy.

“Ford?” he asked cautiously, “Is something wrong?”

“I, uh, wanted to talk, about…everything,” he stood up, hands stuffed in his pockets and Bates noticed that he wasn’t completely unaffected by the aphrodisiac. His face was a little flushed and he was slightly hard.

“Everything?” Bates asked cautiously, not liking where the conversation was headed.

“The aphrodisiac.”

“Oh.” Really not liking where this conversation was headed.

“Did-“

“McKay said that it was harmless and there wouldn’t be any side effects!” Bates blurted out before he could stop himself and then chided himself for losing control.

“Huh?”

Bates frowned and got himself under control, stepping further into the room and letting the door slide shut.

Ford looked confused for a moment, then relaxed. “I know it was harmless, we may not get along but I don’t think you’d try to poison me.”

Bates smiled.

Ford shrugged, “I just want to know why.”

Bates stared at him, he had to be kidding, either that or God, whatever deity there was, hated him. Yeah that was it, God hated him.

Ford gave him a strange look. “Bates?”

Bates just stared at him, “You really don’t know?”

Ford shook his head. “I mean I know you don’t like me, which is why I’m confused.”

“I don’t like you?” Bates repeated incredulously.

Ford nodded his head.

Bates started laughing, because really, there was nothing else he could do.

Ford frowned. “Bates?”

Bates finally stopped laughing and sighed. “Ford, Aiden, I don’t hate you.”

“Ford stared at him. “You don’t?”

“No,” Bates shook his head.

“Then why?” Ford trailed off.

Bates stared at him.

Ford blinked.

Bates stared at him harder.

Ford just blinked again.

Bates gave up. “I don’t hate you Ford, I…” he trailed off, waiting for Ford to finish.

“Like me?” Ford guessed, when Bates nodded he stared at him in surprise. “You do?”

“I don’t think we’re thinking the same type of like,” Bates muttered. Ford looked confused again. Bates sighed. “I’m interested in being more than friends,” he explained slowly.

Comprehension dawned on Ford’s face and he looked like a fish out of water for a few moments before giving a strangled ‘what?’

Bates sighed and scratched his head. “Yeah.”

“Oh,” Ford glanced at the door.

“You can leave,” Bates said, seeing the movement.

“That’s not…” Ford broke off, that’s exactly what he’d been thinking.

Bates gave him a sympathetic smile.

“How much longer will the aphrodisiac last?” Ford asked out of the blue.

Bates frowned. “Five hours, why?”

Ford stared at him, the look unmistakable. “What can you do in five hours?”

Bates blinked and then he had Ford pinned to the wall, his tongue down his throat and Ford was whimpering.

Ford wrapped his arms around Bates’ shoulders and hooked one of his legs around Bates’ leg, steadying himself and moaned.

Bates licked at Ford’s lips until the younger man opened his mouth and then slipped his tongue inside, seeking out Ford’s. They tangled for a moment, their bodies warming and soon they were both hard and throbbing. Then, suddenly Bates pulled back.

“How do you feel about vanilla ice cream or whipped cream?”

Ford stared at him, blinking, “Uh, as long as it feels good I’m up for it.”

Bates grinned wickedly and Ford’s heartbeat sped up. “Oh it will,” he pulled back, “Strip and get on the bed,” he headed over to his closet and kneeled down, pulling off his shirt as he did and opening a small travel refrigerator.

“Hey, how’d you get that?” Ford demanded.

“McKay,” Bates answered and smiled when he heard Ford grumble, followed by clothing hitting the floor. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and a quart of vanilla ice cream, thanking God that unrequited love got you sympathy from the cook. He toed off his shoes and socks and turned, wearing only his pants and stared. Ford was laying back on his bed, spread out against the pillows and blankets, his cock erect and glistening and God he was gorgeous, Bates made a sound low in his throat and watched in fascination as Ford’s cock twitched in response.

Ford stared, his mouth dry. Bates was holding a can of whipped cream and a quart of vanilla ice cream and his pants were hanging off his hips. Damn, he was hot. He propped himself up on his elbows. “Well? You comin or what?” he asked with a grin, Bates raised an eyebrow at his cockiness and walked over to the bed, putting the whipped cream and ice cream on the small table next to the bed before sitting down next to him and leaning over for another kiss.

Bates licked at Ford’s lips, sucking on his lower lip before sliding his tongue into Aiden’s mouth and checking to see if he still had his wisdom teeth. Ford pressed up into the kiss, his hands gripping Bates’ arms.

When Ford tried to pull him down, Bates put a hand on his chest and stopped him. “Hold on,” he reached over and grabbed the ice cream and took off the lid. The ice cream was slightly melted, “Perfect,” Bates grinned and Ford’s eyes narrowed, before a look of panic came over him.

“What are you-“ His head snapped back and he gasped.

Bates grinned as the creamy white liquid, that reminded him of something else entirely, dribbled over Ford’s dark skin, running in rivulets down his chest, into the crevices of his muscles. Ford gasped at the contact, lifting his head to see what was happening. Bates stared mesmerized by the white ice cream sliding down Ford’s dark chest, contrasting.

“Bates?” Ford asked, eyes wide, watching other man stare at him. “Bates?” He watched in amazement as the other man leaned down and started licking the ice cream off his chest.

Ford made as strangled sound from the sensation of Bates licking the ice cream off his chest, his tongue following the rivets down his chest and swirling around his nipple then biting. Ford gasped and arched off the bed as pleasure radiated out from his nipple. Bates smiled and moved to the other nipple, biting and suckling the taunt peaks. Ford arched up under him, hands scrabbling at Bates' shoulders.

Ford felt Bates smile around the nipple, then continue moving down, his warm tongue lapping at the ice cream.

Moving slowly down Ford's torso, Bates lapped up the last of the ice cream and without hesitation swallowed Ford's cock, his own jumping at the gasp torn from Ford's throat. He grinned around the other man's cock and sucked heartily, slicking two fingers and sliding them in, brushing across Ford's prostate and then pressing as he came with a hoarse shout.

Bates pulled back, licking his lips and grinning at the stupor on Ford's face. He leaned up, settling his body atop Ford's and pressing small kisses along his jaw. After a moment Ford seemed to snap out of his stupor, grinned and pulled his mouth down for another deep kiss, spreading his legs so Bates could rest more comfortably.

They kissed, just kissed, for a few moments and then Ford felt his cock stir again. Thank God for being young. Bates was still hard against him and the man's patience amazed Ford, who started squirming as soon as his erection first pressed against Bates' own rather impressive erection. They started a bump and grind rhythm that left them both gasping and Bates quickly slicked his cock, pressing against Ford's entrance.

Ford whimpered and arched, pressing against Bates, gasping that it was okay and he wanted this and to please hurry the fuck up and then Bates pushed in side, pausing briefly to allow him to adjust and then gasping against his throat as the tight heat overwhelmed him and Ford felt a glimmer of satisfaction that he could overwhelm the serious, controlled Sgt. He flexed and felt Bates' teeth dig into his shoulder as his muscle's clenched.

“Move!” Ford breathed through his teeth and Bates braced his arms on either side of Ford's head and slowly pulled back out, then pressed back in, letting out a gasp at the hot tightness.

Ford grimaced, then let out a long moan as Bates pressed back in and the pain turned to pleasure. His fingernails dug into Bates' shoulder and he tilted his hips, letting Bates slide in deeper.

Bates changed the angle just slightly and grinned at the cry torn from Ford's throat as the younger man's eyes widened as he brushed his prostate.

Ford cried out and thrashed as Bates thrust, picking up the pace, and hitting his prostate.

Ford tensed, overwhelmed by the feeling of Bates inside him, stretching him past the point Ford had never experienced before or dreamed off. “Shh, relax,” Bates leaned down and whispered in his ear, nibbling on said ear, as Ford forced himself to be still. His knees bent, his legs opening wider, and his back arching as Bates thrust in further, so deep that Ford could feel him in his throat. He moaned, long and deep as Bates' pistoned his hips, making Ford cry out in surprise and pleasure as he hit his prostate dead on every time. His legs wrapped around Bates' waist, pulling him closer and wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pressing their chests together. Suddenly Bates nipped his neck, pressed his shoulders down and began thrusting in earnest, keeping Ford pinned down beneath him.

Ford could literally feel the bed shaking with the force of Bates' thrusts, his hands came up and gripped Bates' biceps, holding on as the other man pounded into him. He unwound his legs from Bates waist and spread them, gasping as his toes curled. God! who would have thought the ‘mom's apple pie’ marine could fuck like a man possessed? Well, Ford sure as hell wasn't going to complain. In fact, all he did was lay back and moan his pleasure as he felt his balls tighten and draw up, the prelude to orgasm and closed his eyes, absorbing everything. The thrusts that nearly lifted him off the bed, the hot cock inside him, branding him, the hands pressing him down, marking him, and the eyes that watched him as he flew apart with a scream that was either Bates or holy $#! but Ford wasn't exactly sure.

Bates reared up and watched as Ford came, his cock exploding over both their stomachs, his eyes going wide then rolling back into his head, body tightening then releasing like a ripple in water. Bates felt his inner muscles tighten almost painfully around his cock and he came, deep inside Ford in a rush of white and pleasure and for a moment, the rest of the world, the Wraith, the constant fighting, seemed to fade away.


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