Title: Alien Jelly Made Them Do It, 1/5
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: NC-17 overall
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Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Alien Jelly Made Them Do It
Notes: Written for stagesoflove 2006, Round 2, 'Five Stages of Sexual Arousal', challenge #1 - Desire.
Also posted here.
"Tonight we eat and embrace; tomorrow we talk trade."
Deceptively simple words that no one even thought twice about before digging into the meat and fruit and strangely shaped vegetables heaped on the low-lying tables in the centre of the hall.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Rodney was soon muttering sotto voce plans to introduce the populace of Planet 'It's Good for the Posture' to the concept of cushions, and maybe even non-floor-level seating arrangements.
John listened and nodded and ate, and occasionally knocked knees with Rodney if the man was getting too loud and attracting attention.
And then they served dessert - red, blue, green, yellow, purple and white die-sized cubes of a cloudy, seed-dotted jelly. Rodney, of course, made John try one of each colour to test for citrus before he lifted the first one to his mouth and bit down.
"Oh! Oh… Oh, wow! These are… This is… Mmm!" A second, third, fourteenth, fifteenth cube disappeared into Rodney's mouth to the accompaniment of highly sexual noises.
John squirmed, and tried not to be too obvious about watching his teammate's lips and tongue savouring the gelatinous fruity dessert. He tried to ignore the moans and whimpers of near orgasmic delight that targeted his cock with skilful sinful fingers.
He didn't know how long he'd been staring at Rodney's crooked smile before he realised that Rodney was staring back at him, eyes glazed and hungry.
John blinked lazily and cocked a single eyebrow. "Rodney?"
Rodney's hand landed heavily on John's knee and squeezed tightly, the nervous tremor in his fingers barely visible to the naked eye.
"Colonel, I think… The cubes, they… drugged… in-inhibitions lowered and… Aw, screw it!"
The hand on John's knee tightened further and another wrapped firmly around the nape of his neck, pulling him into an awkward, open-mouthed kiss. John spared a single second to wonder what Teyla and Ronon were making of the evening's events before tumbling eagerly into Rodney's embrace.
They were forced apart endless moments later by the need for oxygen. They remained as close as possible, legs entangled, foreheads pressed together as they gasped and fought the urge to rut in public.