Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Word count: ~2,000
Warnings: Um, slight non-con, drug use, sleepy, broad-spectrum OOC-ness and utterly non-realistic sex-related stuff.
Summary: "Do it," Rodney breathed, "I want… do it, John."
AN: While I love this community and the general idea of being able to post virtually anything, I totally blame hallucinogenia, who shares one of my major kinks, for the come-into-being of this story. Really. It's all your fault.
This is not part of the kinkathon (sorry, the challenge didn't fit this). But I'll work on that one next, promise. :)
Shudder
Trading usually was a bitch, and he especially hated the missions with the ridiculous demands and bizarre alien rituals, because most times they meant he'd have to explain to Elizabeth that, no, they didn't get any food, again, and then restrain himself from wiping that superior look of sympathetic understanding off her face. Alright, maybe diplomacy wasn't his forte, big deal. If she wanted to negotiate with megalomaniac shamans and homicidal tribesmen, he surely wouldn't stop her from stepping through the Gate and risk her own self-righteous ass for a change.
So when he had heard the word ritual after a very nice meal with their hosts, he had inwardly sighed and started to calculate the quickest route back to the jumper.
Then they had explained.
And God bless backwater planets and superstitious clan people, because thanks to them and what had to be the greatest purification ritual known to mankind, he had Dr. Rodney McKay, head scientist of the Atlantis expedition, naked and writhing and panting beneath him, face flushed and lips parted, thrusting into his fist with blissful abandon.
And that wasn't even the best part. The best part was what they had agreed not to do, what had sent shivers of anticipation running through his body just from imagining. The ultimate sacrifice, complete surrender. Meant to be a display of trust, but really just the hottest thing he could envision; and now he had that mental picture stuck in his head, he wanted nothing more than to make it real.
It wasn't as if Rodney would tell, after all. He liked John, and while this might dent the trust between them a little bit, the soldier was sure he would find a way to make it up again. Maybe they could take a sample of this stuff home and switch positions some time.
So he waited until Rodney was close, so close, before he grabbed the small drugged puffball-thing they had set aside before. He had wanted to wait until the other man was utterly distracted, but instead, he found McKay watching him intently, a strange look on his face. John hesitated.
"Do it," Rodney breathed, "I want… do it, John."
With an excited hiss, he pushed the grey puffball into his friend's mouth, hand firmly clamping it shut in case Rodney changed his mind. It was only seconds before the drug kicked in and the naked body underneath him started convulsing helplessly, a vigorous seizure rendering the physicist completely defenceless. McKay groaned, a throaty sound muffled by his hand, arms jerking irregularly while legs kicked in uncoordinated movements. Wide blue eyes stared into his, reflecting helpless arousal, then they glazed over, lost focus as the jerks grew less violent. A warm puff of air gusted against his hand when Rodney moaned weakly, trembled, eyes rolling back in his head as the scientist slowly sank back against the mattress. A final shudder ran through Rodney's body, then it went limp under his hands as the other man lost his consciousness, all tension bleeding away.
He waited a moment to make sure McKay was out for the count before he removed his hand, then he pushed his fingers between slack lips and pulled out the spit-soaked puffball that had drugged his scientist into oblivion. Rodney's head lolled slightly to the side as he withdrew his fingers, tracing the soft crooked mouth with his thumb. John smiled, looking down on the man's still engorged cock that stood stiffly from a nest of amber-coloured curls. He leaned down to lick along its length, smile widening when he got no reaction from the body before him.
There was a small vial of a greenish gel he had been assured would ease the friction, and the soldier coated his fingers liberally, wanting to make this as easy as possible for both of them. He crouched down, lifting a limp leg to rest it heavily on his shoulder as he started to nibble and suck the hot flesh. Reaching behind Rodney's balls, he shoved two slick fingers through the relaxed ring of muscle, working the unresisting opening wide with quick movements. The leg over his shoulder swung flaccidly in time with his thrusts; every now and then McKay's heel hit him in the back. It only made him push harder, scissor wider, all the while twirling his tongue around the firm cock in his mouth, sucking lightly. The soft slick tissue stretched obediently as he added a third finger, gliding in and out of Rodney's smooth pliable ass with little effort. He wanted to fuck that silky heat so badly, but his friend's mouth was still hanging slightly open, and he couldn't resist, he had to taste.
Letting the cock slip from his lips and pressing his fingers into yielding flesh as far as they would go, he crawled upwards, Rodney's leg sliding from his shoulder and slumping heavily back onto the mattress. John kissed the slack lips and pushed his tongue deep into the warm wetness of the scientist's mouth, tasting the bitter drug and something uniquely Rodney. He drove his tongue further down the physicist's throat, enjoying the feel of the man's own limp tongue lolling about under his. It was an incredible turn-on, and John rubbed himself lazily against the sweat-slick body that had lost all its tension, his cock sliding along Rodney's. He grabbed the scientist's member, stroking it with sure movements, moaning softly as his knuckles brushed against his own hard cock. It was almost too much, and he had to stop, had to slow down before he ruined this completely. And he let go of Rodney reluctantly, drawing back, staring at the other man who was lying as oblivious and passive as before, legs spread open, knees slightly bent. John smiled, admiring how beautiful his friend looked in his drugged stupor, all soft and limp and fuckable.
He ran his tongue down Rodney's torso, sucking on unresponsive nipples for a while, then moved to the scientist's cock, and was surprised to find it leaking small drops of precome. With a predatory smile, he went down, licking the head before swallowing Rodney's cock to the root. Turning his fingers inside the physicist's yielding body, he searched and found the small nub that was the other man's prostate. The soldier started thrusting his fingers in and out of McKay's slick hole, crooking them with each push and pull. He was hitting the sleeping man's prostate over and over while working his throat muscles, curious if he could make Rodney orgasm even in his unconscious state. Rodney's breathing was deep and even, showing not the slightest hitch as John hollowed his cheeks and started to suck firmly on his friend's thick cock.
But his manipulation of the lax body underneath him didn't seem to be quite enough, and he picked one of the spread legs up to rest it on his shoulder again, rolling Rodney's hips slightly sideways and fully exposing his hole which was stretched wide around his fingers. He pushed a fourth one through the relaxed ring of muscle, and the soft tissue moved obediently, giving him enough room to press against the scientist's prostate as hard as he could, stroking it in fast circles. The other man's balls seemed to tighten, and John took the physicist's cock deep into his throat, sucking hard while he rubbed quickly over the abused bundle of nerves. A small ripple of the flesh around his fingers was his only warning, then Rodney was silently spilling into his mouth, the rest of his body still limp, the pulsing of his cock the only movement he made. John swallowed the spurts of Rodney's semen, humming with pleasure at this unexpected bonus.
When he had milked his drugged friend dry, he let the softened organ slip from his lips to rest flaccidly against the scientist's spent balls, as he withdrew his fingers from Rodney's tight heat. With a bit of an effort, he rolled the pliant body over so that McKay was lying on his belly. He lifted the other man's hips and pushed a few cushions under the physicist's dangling cock, laying him down again, ass high in the air. He spread Rodney's legs, arranging the sleeping man to his liking. Then he slicked himself up with the green stuff and reached out, grabbing the soft cheeks and pulling them apart. There was no resistance as he nudged the head of his cock against Rodney's loosened entrance, and with a groan he slid inside the smooth channel. Rodney's slack body surrendered to him, his hot, tight ass surrounding John's cock. So tight, like a virgin, he thought as he started to thrust slowly. Rodney probably had never let himself be nailed by another man. It was a rush, and he moaned.
The sound was echoed by Rodney, and John froze instinctively. His friend moaned again, twitching beneath and around him. The blue eyes half opened, blinking dazedly as the scientist tried to make sense of his surroundings. Some awareness returned when John leaned forward, pressing himself further into the body that now feebly started to struggle as the soldier reached beside the mattress. "John?" Rodney slurred groggily, "Jo-", and John shoved the second, larger puffball deep into his throat. Rodney gagged, then let out a stifled, broken groan as his body started to convulse again. The weak uncontrolled spasms made John grunt with pleasure, the slick flesh around his cock rippling and moving.
He braced himself for another seizure and grabbed the physicist's hips tightly, but suddenly the other man made a muffled choking noise, and his head snapped back. Eyes rolled back so far that only the whites were visible, Rodney's whole body went rigid, and John moaned loudly as the scientist's ass muscles clenched around him. Rodney choked again, then he jerked, once, twice, each spasm accompanied by a short, strangled whimper. His lips moved soundlessly around the spit-soaked grey mass that completely filled his mouth before, with a wheezing gargle, the scientist wilted back into the mattress, gurgling softly as all tension seemed to drain from his body and his eyes fell closed again. Rodney sagged, completely unaware of John's startled gasp as the tight muscles around his cock slackened a final time, leaving Rodney's ass soft and loose and open.
He drew out of the silky heat, then pushed back in, meeting no resistance, just compliance and motionless submission. Rodney's slumped body offered, obediently succumbing to his demands, and John was more than willing to take. Gripping the slightly pudgy hips and raising them to meet his thrusts, he fucked the scientist hard, pounding into the drugged man with wild abandon. Rodney's unconscious form was rocking with John's movements, limp limbs jerking flaccidly every time the soldier pushed deep into the unresponsive body. The scientist's face was mashed into the pillow, his mouth gaping open around the spit-soaked puffball that was still firmly lodged in the back of his throat. The slack lips were catching on the fabric as his head bobbed floppily in time with John's pounding, leaving wet stains of saliva on the cloth.
John leaned forward, bringing his mouth to the soft junction of neck and shoulder, and bit down, hard, all the while thrusting into that unresisting ass. He could feel the tendons move loosely under his lips, Rodney's jaw line bumping against his nose. His friend was completely at his mercy, helpless, unresponsive, weak. So soft, so limp under his hands. The soldier groaned, drilling his cock into the lax heat, clutching the still hips as he jerked, and came, spraying Rodney's inner walls with his hot seed. He thrust again, forcing more and more fluid deeply into Rodney's bowels, filling him up. Then he collapsed on top of the sleeping man, pressing him into the mattress, panting against his neck.
When he had caught his breath, he pulled out of the scientist, hissing as the muscles of the physicist's puckered hole slid loosely along his cock. He looked down at Rodney, who was lying out cold on the mattress, drooling around the puffball, breathing deep and regularly, John's semen slowly trickling out of his ass.
Damn, but he loved alien rituals.
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Sorry. I'll just… guh.