Requests

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Title: request by mackeygenius
Author: llewellynprince
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Category: drabble
Warnings: sex
Summary: Request by mackeygenuis
Notes: Thanks to betas by Linda {Sheppardster} and Lyndasty for all their help and comments.

mackeygenius
Pairing: McShep
Rodney says: " Not my fault if for once our places are reversed, Kirk!"
plot: Aliens decide that Rodney is a sex god, want to keep him though Major Sheppard isn't happy with that. At the beginning, McKay and Sheppard aren't a couple yet.
Rating: You choose, though I wouldn't spit on some Nc-17 *naughty grin*

Sorry the plot changed at bit.

Rodney grinned.

Sheppard glared.

Rodney laughed.

Sheppard sulked.

It was turning into a pattern.

“Oh grow up ! It’s not my fault that for once our places were reversed!” Rodney taunted, he felt like doing a victory dance, but decided against it once he noticed the look on Elizabeth’s face.

“What’s going on?” Elizabeth asked, hiding her amusement at the expressions on the team’s faces. Rodney looked like he’d just been crowned King of the Universe, Teyla looked way too amused for anyone’s good, Ford looked confused, like someone had just told him everything he believed was backwards, and John… John looked utterly miserable.

She really wanted to know what happened on the planet. “Should we go to my office?” She asked dryly.

“Oh, there’s no need to do that Elizabeth!” Rodney said loudly when Sheppard nodded and grinned.

Sheppard’s face fell.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. Oh boy. She had feeling this was going to be like the picture incident. She gave them a ‘well out with it’ look.

For a moment no one answered. Rodney stood there looking smug, Sheppard for some reason, was turning red, Ford was looking back and forth between the two of them and in the end, it was Teyla that answered.

“The inhabitants of Cilliran believe him to be a God.”

“A God?” Elizabeth repeated.

Teyla nodded.

“What kind of God?” for some reason, Elizabeth had the feeling she didn’t want to hear the answer for this.

“A Sex God,” Teyla answered simply.

SILENCE.

“A. Sex. God,” Elizabeth repeated staring at them.

Ford nodded. About two seconds later, the entire gate room was howling with laughter.

“Congratulations Major,” Elizabeth said dryly.

“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” Grodin grinned.

“Oh, but that’s not the funny part,” Rodney grinned, like he knew something they didn’t and he did.

“It was not the Major they believed to be a god,” Teyla said calmly and the entire room shut up.

“What?” someone asked.

“Who was it then? Ford?” Another person asked. Ford blushed and ducked his head.

“Dr. McKay,” She answered simply.

SILENCE.

“They thought Rodney was a Sex God?” Elizabeth repeated and when Teyla nodded, all her well-honed diplomatic skills went out the window. She doubled over laughing, along with the rest of the room.

“They did not look twice at the Major,” Teyla informed them, which only made them laugh harder and Sheppard blush even more. Rodney wouldn’t stop grinning.

By the time he’d escaped the gate room, John was pretty sure his temperature had gone up a few degrees from all the blood rushing to his head and he was tempted to ask Elizabeth for a few days off to cool down; when she finally stopped laughing of course. He frowned at that thought.

“Phew, that was intense!” Rodney suddenly appeared next to him, still grinning.

John mumbled something unintelligible.

“What? Speak up, Major, is something wrong?”

“Stop rubbing it in!” he roared losing it. Rodney stopped walking in surprise.

“Not my fault if for once our places are reversed, Kirk!” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Besides I am.”

John glared, the man couldn’t even pretend for his sake. That hurt. “Am a what?”

“A Sex God Major.”

“Huh?” Sheppard stared at him and stopped walking in surprise. Rodney didn’t notice at first and when he finally did, he only paused for a moment to tell him to hurry up. John shook himself out of it and caught up with him. They walked in silence for a distance.

“Don’t take it personally Major.”

John looked at him. “Its fine Rodney, don’t worry about it.”

Rodney smiled briefly. “Of course, you do realize that now you have to admit that I’m the best, right?”

“Don’t press or push your luck,” John growled.

“The priestess seemed to think so and she loved saying it,” Rodney added.

John twitched. “Yeah well, that’s pretty much all she knew how to say,” He muttered, that hussy!

Rodney stared at him for a moment before it clicked and he burst out. “You’re jealous!”

“What? No!” Rule one: if confronted with the truth, deny, deny, deny and then deny some more, loudly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

Rodney raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Oh reeaally?” his gaze bore into John, who’d always had a problem lying to him.

“I’m serious! Rodney I wasn’t jealous of you!” he’d started waving his hands around nervously.

“Alright I believe you.”

That was a surprise. “You do?” John paused.

“Yup, why would you lie?” Rodney smiled and they continued walking. If he’d stopped to think about it and he hadn’t been so tired, John would have seen Rodney’s plan.

“Right, I don’t have a reason too. I mean she wasn’t that hot anyway, and she seemed kinda pushy, she kept hanging on to you too.”

“Yeah, that was kind of annoying,” Rodney agreed.

“I mean, you could do so much better.”

“Like who?”

“Like me.”

“True.”

“And her hair, Rodney, her hair was hot pink.” John was rambling.

“True, I prefer blondes. Although, I’m not against brunettes either. I like short hair too.”

“Hers was down to her feet!”

“I don’t know how she keeps it so shiny and soft.”

“Yeah.” They turned down another hallway and a victorious grin spread across his face as John stumbled to a stop, realising what he’d just said.

“I can understand why she didn’t want me to leave. Although, it was nice having you get all protective and ticked off at the thought.”

John stared at him in horror, his mouth opening and closing without sound.

“Of course I would have done the same for you. Actually, I already did, didn’t I?” he paused, looking thoughtful for a moment. “With Chaya.”

“………” John blinked, in hindsight he should have realized that was going to come back and bite him in the ass, a lot.

Rodney turned to him when he didn’t speak. “Major, is something wrong?”

“…..Uh, erm, um….. I can explain!”

Rodney rolled his eyes. “It’s too late to deny anything Major.”

“Uh……” John’s mouth fell open and stayed that way.

“Trying to catch flies Major?” Rodney asked a few moments later, starting to sound annoyed. John blinked and his jaw snapped shut. “You know, maybe I will go and visit her-“

“NO WAY IN HELL MCKAY, ARE YOU EVER GOING BACK TO THAT PLANET!” John roared without thinking. He froze and Rodney arched an eyebrow.
John blinked, standing perfectly still. The next thing he knew, his mouth was rather occupied. Rodney’s lips were warm and soft, just like he’d imagined, as ever since their first meeting, he was all he fantasized about. The lips, the nipples, because really what was the shirt supposed to do? Cover them up? Ha! The ass, ‘cause it was a really, really great ass. He closed his eyes and pressed into the kiss, gripping Rodney’s biceps. Rodney’s hands came up to his shoulders and guided John back up against the wall, pinning him between the cold metal and his warm body.

John moaned as Rodney pressed their bodies flush against one another and then slid a leg between his, pressing it against his hardening cock. Suddenly, one of Rodney’s hands was in his shirt and then his tongue was halfway down his throat and John couldn’t talk, let alone think. He was pretty sure all his bones had melted or just disappeared, like in one of the Harry Potter movies, the one where they were playing quiden, quided, quid-whatever the hell that game was called!
He recovered his train of thought long enough to wrap his arms around Rodney and hold on for dear life. Rodney pressed their cocks together and John jumped in surprise, nearly biting Rodney’s tongue, Rodney was very well endowed.

“Uhg…” John arched under Rodney’s movements, as the other man started nipping his neck, slow licks mixed in. Somehow he’d forgotten how to talk coherently and instead, substituted grunts and moans for words, though Rodney’s name made it out several times. Dear God! - How did the man do that? John was suddenly very jealous of the ancient technology that Rodney fiddled with all day. He spread his legs wider wrapping one around Rodney’s waist as the other man began rubbing against him, hard and fast, the friction delicious, bruising and hard and exactly the way he liked it. John moaned as Rodney’s hips ground against his, pressing him harder against the cold wall, their cocks rubbing together through the fabric. His head fell back with a thud and he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut. Rodney slowed down, slowly rotating his hips against Johns.

“Rodney….ohhh….move!” John whimpered then growled, bucking his hips or at least trying to.

“Speed junky.” Rodney whispered in his ear and went even slower. Agonizing. Slow. Sweet. Over and over and over again. Rodney bit down on the side of his neck and John whimpered, then screamed as the rush of orgasm coursed through him, like Niagara Falls. Rodney came right after, John’s orgasm triggering his. Rodney gasped and bit down on John’s shoulder to muffle the noise.

John went limp in Rodney’s arms, he felt like a noddle, gasping as the aftershocks of his orgasm shuddered through him. Rodney’s face was buried in his neck and his breath was warm in John’s ear, their hearts were beating in tandem, gradually slowing down, back to their normal rate.

John pulled back, nudging Rodney and removed his leg from around Rodney’s waist. “Rodney?”

Rodney lifted his head from John’s shoulder and pulled back, letting John stand on his own feet.

John held on to Rodney until his legs were steady, then looked at him. Rodney’s face was flush; his eyes still dark with desire. “Uh….” He stared at him and Rodney stared back at him. They stood like that for several seconds while their bodies returned to normal. “……” For once it seemed both of them were at a loss of what to say.

Then Rodney spoke. “See, I am a Sex God,” he grinned lecherously.

John twitched. “Rodney….”

“Relax Major, I’m all yours. Now, your quarters or mine?”

John stared at him, gaping like a fish; he was so confused by this whole thing.

Rodney sighed after a while. “Well? Would you rather we just forget this whole incident?”

“NO! Ur, I mean….yours.”

…diwedd…