Summary: The thing about having sensitive nipples, besides their irritating habit of perking up at the most inconvenient moments, was that they hurt when it was cold.
AN: Cold!porn for smuffster, because she's sweating so much *g* - merry Christmas, darling! *huggles*
Perks
The thing about having sensitive nipples, besides their irritating habit of perking up at the most inconvenient moments, was that they hurt when it was cold. And it was pretty damn cold on Aramis, even in the small rooms that had been assigned as guest quarters. He was fully clothed, except for his boots and his vest, and still it wouldn't get warm under the thin blanket.
Next time Elizabeth sent them on a diplomatic mission, he'd bring his sleeping bag.
Rodney shifted once again, trying not to wince as the fabric of his shirt scratched across way too sensitive flesh. His nipples had frozen into tiny little nubs, which had gone from being distracting over uncomfortable to downright painful. And he couldn't even try to rub them a little warmer, to help them relax, because it was one thing to be the occasional victim of Sheppard's pointed looks and 'feeling cold, McKay?' jokes, but entirely another to invite them by fondling his own chest.
He'd never live that down.
What made him even more miserable in his current predicament, though, was the knowledge that once they were back in Atlantis, he could shower until his skin was pink and tight and burning, and it would still be hours until his nipples got the message and finally settled down. Hours he'd either spend in his quarters, working on private projects or perhaps simply watching a movie, or trying to avoid Sheppard and Ronon and Carson and their stupid unwanted comments.
Band-Aids. He could try those. Of course, they wouldn't help with that freak sensitivity, but at least they'd hide his embarrassing reactions to any drop in temperature.
Rodney shifted, yet again, for what had to be the hundredth time that night, and froze at Sheppard's impatient sigh.
"What's the matter, Rodney, can't sleep?"
"Your powers of observation are astounding as always, Colonel," Rodney snapped, automatically taking a defensive position. It was a lifelong habit, and two years of friendship hadn't been enough for him to ditch it.
"Feeling cold? I thought you were Canadian," Sheppard drawled, his smirk clearly audible. Rodney rolled his eyes, even though Sheppard couldn't possibly see it in the dim light.
"Yes, because instead of blood, Canadians have coolant in their veins. Well, much as I hate to burst your bubble, Sheppard, popular belief isn't always right."
"You don't say."
Rodney bit down on his tongue and pressed his lips together, refusing to let himself be baited. For a few moments, there was blessed silence, and Rodney was sure that Sheppard had dismissed him or fallen asleep. Then he heard another sigh, a rustling sound, and realised that Sheppard was getting up.
The mattress dipped under Sheppard's weight as he climbed onto it to straddle Rodney after pulling down the useless blanket. Rodney opened his mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, but his protests were silenced by Sheppard's lips on his, and wow, he'd thought Sheppard was the one who never saw it coming.
It took him a moment to react to that, Sheppard's open mouth against his own, just soft pressure, no tongue. No tongue yet, that was, and the possibilities alone were enough to make his head spin. To say he'd never fantasised about the other man would be lying, but then again he'd fantasised about almost everyone on Atlantis at some point. And while Rodney himself wasn't entirely unattractive, if he dare say so himself, he'd never thought he could score with anyone but meek botanists.
He wouldn't look a gift colonel in the mouth, though. Exploring said mouth, now, that was a different matter, and they both sighed as the kiss grew more confident, more intense, more everything. As their tongues met, Rodney shivered, his hand clutching Sheppard's sleeve. After a moment, Sheppard pulled back, leaving Rodney to gasp and blink up at him and feel utterly debauched.
"What… what are you…"
"Sharing body heat, McKay," Sheppard grinned, opened Rodney's jacket, and pushed up the hem of Rodney's shirt so that his chest was exposed to the cold air.
Rodney shivered, wanted to point out the flaw in that plan – after all, it was hardly sharing body heat when Sheppard stripped him naked and stayed fully clothed himself.
Then Sheppard's mouth closed around his right nipple, and Rodney's brain simply shorted out under the sensations of soft, wet, and, oh god, hot. So hot it felt scorching, slightly raspy tongue licking its way across abused skin, and then Sheppard started sucking, and-
"Ow." Teeth, biting down ever so lightly. Rodney whimpered.
"I'll make it better," Sheppard whispered, kissing his nipple and moving over to the other one, warming it with lips and tongue until it was still hard, yes, but for reasons that had nothing to do with the surrounding temperature. His other nipple, though, still moist from Sheppard's saliva, felt like it might freeze in the cold air, and Rodney groaned.
"Let me make it better." Kisses, feeling almost too warm, down his belly and over his navel, and this was the time to act, to reciprocate perhaps, to do something, but Sheppard's fingers popped one button after another open, easing the pressure on Rodney's erection, and all he could do was let his head fall back and moan when those same fingers brushed over cotton-covered skin. It was insane, but where Sheppard's lips were hot, his hand felt cold, and the contrast was driving Rodney crazy.
Then Sheppard pulled his BDUs and boxers down, and the cold air made the hair on his thighs stand up as gooseflesh broke out all over his skin. He was sure that his balls would retreat into the warmth and safety of his body any moment, but then Sheppard touched him again, cool fingers on heated skin as he slowly ran his hand down the length of Rodney's cock. Whimpering again, Rodney bucked his hips up, not entirely aware he had done it until Sheppard's hands on his hips pressed him down again. Both of Sheppard's hands on Rodney's hips.
"Hey, no, what are you… oh, that's typical, of course you're a tease, I should have known you… what are you waiting for, put your hands back where- ohmygod!"
Sheppard's mouth, around the head of Rodney's cock. No nibbling, no sucking, not the slightest touch of tongue, and yet Rodney wasn't sure he wouldn't come somewhere within the next five seconds. Then Sheppard did start sucking, firm and sure while sliding his lips down Rodney's shaft, lips catching on skin until he stopped to wet them with his tongue, and Rodney's hands scrabbled around for some kind of purchase, finally clenching into the blanket so hard that his knuckles hurt. He was cold, so cold, and the world narrowed down to that one place of warmth, Sheppard's mouth, soft and wet and hot.
"Oh god, don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare stop now…"
He could feel Sheppard grin around his cock, and then, then he yelled, because Sheppard's head was bobbing up and down in a fast rhythm, one hand stroking along the base of his cock in counterpoint to the merciless sucking, the other playing with his balls, rolling them, squeezing softly, and he was going to embarrass himself, he was, he was-
He was coming. Spurting into Sheppard's mouth, feeling Sheppard's jaw move and his cheeks hollow as he swallowed, swallowed, groaning in a voice he didn't quite recognise as his own. He felt like his blood had turned to fire, filling his body with liquid heat from the tip of his toes to the skin of his scalp. It seemed to go on forever, although rationally he knew his orgasm couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds, and finally, he slumped, spent and boneless, hearing Sheppard's chuckle over the sound of his own heavy breaths.
"Feeling warmer?"
Huh. Actually, he did, despite the fact he was still more naked than dressed. All Rodney could do was nod and flop his hand around five centimetres or so above the mattress, waving it weakly into the general direction of Sheppard's groin.
"Hmm. Just, uh, give me a minute, I'll…" He trailed off, trusting that Sheppard would catch his meaning, his need for oxygen stronger than his need for communication.
Sheppard coughed, his face looking flushed in the dim light of their room.
"I, uh, kind of reached the goal without anyone carrying me over the finishing line."
"Huh?" Rodney asked stupidly, then the meaning of Sheppard's words hit him. "What, seriously? That's hot, can you do it again?"
"Yes, Rodney, just give me five minutes so I can get it up again."
And really, no need to be snippy, was there? But wisely, Rodney didn't point out Sheppard's rather girlish temper; instead, he pulled up his pants and pushed down his shirt and sluggishly grabbed Sheppard before the man could protest or move away.
"So, about sharing body heat."
Sheppard chuckled, but obediently pressed himself closer against Rodney, until what they were doing couldn't be called anything but snuggling. Rodney's nipples were tingling and still kind of tight, but no longer hurting, and as the warmth from Sheppard's body started to seep through his clothing, Rodney let out a blissful sigh.
And fell asleep.
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End.