kellifer | Last Batch *phew*

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Here is the last batch. These are the more adult ficlets... thought I'd do these in a clump.

Enjoy!

Ficlet the Twelth
Title: "Now and Forever"
Suggested by:

lillyjk
Is: Jack/Rodney from pegasus_b? jealous!Jack
Is: Adult
Summary: “Oh, no! No escaping for you, Colonel. You can’t just grab me in the dark and then beg off,”

He was in the storage room, leaning over to retrieve a new battery when strong arms gripped him around the chest and hauled backwards.

Rodney only had time to let out a muffled exclamation before a firm hand clamped over his mouth. “Don’t scream,” a low voice whispers in his ear, making liquid heat run up and down his spine. The hand eases and Rodney breathes.

“What the hell are you doing, you scared me half to death!” Rodney turned in the circle of Jack’s arms and thumped Jack’s chest with the flat of his palms. Jack rubbed the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed.

“I thought it might be… hot. You know,” he shrugged, letting his arms drop back to his sides and stepping away. Rodney followed him quickly, reaching out to snag a handful of shirt.

“What? Wait! I’ve missed something,” he protested, using his forward momentum to veer Jack away from the storage closet door and into the wall. Jack flushed a more brilliant scarlet.

“No, it’s stupid,” he sighed, ducking his head away.

“Not stupid. I’m getting with the program here. Hot storage closet sex, yay!” Rodney did a little fist pump to emphasise his enthusiasm. Jack chuckled.

“Okay, now I’m officially mortified,” he sighed, moving sideways in the direction of the door again but Rodney moved with him, using his greater bulk to stop Jack in his tracks.

“Oh, no! No escaping for you, Colonel. You can’t just grab me in the dark and then beg off,” he snapped, sounding pissed.

“I just realised we’ve done this and I wanted to do something… adventurous. I don’t want to be…” Jack waved a hand, searching for a term and Rodney shook his head, unhelpful. Jack sighed, letting his shoulders droop. “You know, dull.”

Rodney blinked. “Excuse me? How could you be dull?” Rodney demanded, sounding positively mystified.

“When you were with Daniel, I saw you once. I didn’t mean to, totally by accident but you were… fervent. What we have is really nice, but I don’t get the same kind of… urgency from you,” Jack said, a deeper blush staining his features.

“You saw us?” Rodney asked, one eyebrow rising.

“Ah hell, I didn’t mean to,” Jack repeated and Rodney sighed.

“Yes, Daniel was exciting and intense and ultimately, self-destructive to both of us. The problem with passion like that is that it burns itself out, and pretty much destroys everything else in its path. I’ve come to discover I’m much happier with a slow burn.” Rodney pressed Jack back against the wall again, insinuating a leg between Jack’s and rising on his toes and then down slowly, a whole body rub.

Jack let out a hitched moan. “I’m… ah… Jesus Rodney,” he sighed heavily, letting his forehead touch Rodney’s shoulder as Rodney repeated the manoeuvre.

“Besides,” Rodney sighed, a mischievous glint in his eye. “My back couldn’t have withstood much more of Daniel.”

Jack scowled. “Oh, very nice,” he growled as Rodney chuckled.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re adorable when you’re jealous?” Rodney had found Jack’s belt buckle and unclasped it with a deft hand, pulling Jack’s shirt free and walking fingers up the skin beneath. “How about you get through that thick military skull of yours that I chose you,” Rodney growled, a hand finding its way beneath Jack’s BDU pants and grasping the rapidly filling member it found there.

“If you say his name while you’re touching me, I’ll never forgive you,” Jack said, his voice only barely a whisper as their eyes locked in the darkness.

“Jack,” Rodney said simply. “Now and forever, Jack.”

Ficlet the Thirteenth
Title: "Damn Alien Plantlife"
Suggested by:

world_president
Is: McShep, Sex Pollen.
Is: Adult
Summary: “Do you want to find your pants first?”

Rodney sneezed heavily and John chuckled, looking at him over the field of what looked like blue irises they were currently standing in.

“Do I have to start calling you Doctor Jackson?” he quipped and Rodney scowled.

“I’m usually okay with stuff like this. Damn alien plant life,” Rodney grumbled, kicking at one of the stands of tall flowers and setting free a fine dusting of blue pollen. He immediately dissolved into another bout of sneezing and John was giggling madly when he sneezed as well.

Rodney looked at him, a triumphant smirk on his face, when the world seemed to tilt out from underneath his feet.

When he got his bearings and looked up, there was nothing but sky above, which was blocked out when Ronon’s head appeared in his line of vision.

“Something you want to tell me?” he asked, arching an eyebrow and looking amused.

“We should get out of this field. I think the pollen might have some kind of affect,” John said, rubbing at eyes that still felt scratchy.

“Do you want to find your pants first?” Ronon asked mildly and John blinked at him.

“What?” John squeaked, looking down at himself. It was true, he was completely naked, his body striped in smears of blue that looked suspiciously like large, messy hand prints. With a groan, John looked sideways and saw Rodney, lying prone and about as naked, an arm thrown over his eyes and his legs splayed wantonly.

“Colonel?”

John looked with panicked eyes at Ronon as Teyla’s voice rang over the field. Ronon smiled and disappeared out of his line of sight. A second later a pair of pants sailed through the air and hit John in the face.

“I found ‘em. You might want to give them a second,” John heard Ronon’s low growl and Teyla respond, too quiet to make out.

John reached across his body to Rodney and poked his shoulder with a finger, who grumbled the same way he would when John was trying to rouse him for his watch. John couldn’t help it, his eyes quickly scanned over the solid body splayed out next to him and took note of every mushed, blue handprint and the fact that Rodney’s cock was literally coated in the stuff.

John looked down at himself and noted that his own was perfectly clean and didn’t want to think what that meant.

Either he’d been left hanging, or had been really satisfied.

His mind shied away from the very real possibility that he had had very drugged out field sex with his best friend. He gripped Rodney’s shoulder more firmly and shook him until Rodney opened his eyes.

John lay back and pulled on his pants while Rodney groggily sat up and then noticed.

“What the hell happened?” he yelped as John got up on his haunches, casting around for any other signs of their clothing. He found Rodney’s shirt hanging from a nearby clump of vegetation and one boot although he wasn’t sure who’s. That was it.

“Ronon? Little help?” he called as he tossed Rodney his shirt.

Ronon appeared with an armload of clothing, two tac vests, John’s P-90 and both thigh holsters. “Looking for these?” he asked, not batting an eye.

“What did you tell Teyla?” John asked, as he gratefully accepted the clothing, first handing Rodney his own pants before pulling his shirt over his head.

“That you had both been… deflowered.” Ronon was a master at keeping a straight face.

“Oh, hilarious!” Rodney snapped peevishly, yanking his pants on with an annoyed yank and then pulling on both socks and his boots before yanking his shirt on.

“I told her that there was something in the plants that seemed to have knocked you guys out but that you’d both come around and sent her to the ‘gate.”

“What for?” Rodney asked.

“To get the Doc.” John guessed. “Thanks buddy. We probably shouldn’t go back through the ‘gate until we’re checked out. Just in case.”

“In case of what?” Rodney asked, colour draining from his features.

“I’m sure we’re fine McKay, but we’re not sure what this plant did to us. I don’t mind being with you, but I don’t want to jump every marine on base.”

Rodney blinked at John owlishly, who only just realised what he’d said.

“I mean… it’s because I trust and respect you that I… ah hell.” John smacked a hand over his eyes.

“No, that’s fine. I mean… me too. With the… respecting.” Rodney said quickly, flushing red to his hairline.

Ronon looked from one man to the other, a smile ghosting his features.

John sighed heavily. “Damn sex pollen,” he grumbled.

Ficlet the Fourteenth
Title: "No Matter"
Suggested by:

betagoddess
Is: McKay/Sheppard. h/c
Is: Adult
Summary: "I don’t want you to see me differently.”

“What are you doing?” John’s voice was a harsh bark and Rodney jerked around, flushing with embarrassment.

“I was… I mean…” he stammered, but John was across the room to him in only a few strides and had picked up Rodney’s laptop, looking like he wanted to throw it. Rodney squeaked, trying to rescue the precious piece of technology and John seemed to deflate at this very normal response, but there was still anger simmering under the surface.

“I can’t believe he let you have this. Did you find it interesting?” John scowled and Rodney waved his hands, not wanting John to think that two people had betrayed his trust that day.

“Nooo, Carson didn’t give it to me. I went through his files. I know I shouldn’t have but…” Rodney waved his hand in a helpless gesture, not really knowing how to justify what he’d done.

“I didn’t want anyone to see this. I can’t believe you… I just can’t believe you would do this,” John sighed, finally setting the computer down on Rodney’s desk and looking at the paused picture. It was John, standing in a darkened room, his shirt lifted to bare a torso that was ravaged with scales and blue stained flesh. John had his head turned and was grimacing.

Caron had taken video evidence of the changes that had mutated John before he’d become uncontrollable due to the retrovirus.

“I just wanted to… understand. You’ve been so closed off over the last few weeks. I thought maybe I’d see something that would mean I could know what it was like for you. Know how to help you heal.”

John’s expression softened and he lowered onto Rodney’s bed, head in his hands. “I didn’t want you to see this. I don’t want you to see me differently.”

Rodney leaned forward, tangling fingers through John’s hair, the way he’d always yearned to, and forced John’s face up. He pressed a chaste kiss to John’s mouth and then smiled, kneeling so that they were eye to eye, hands gripping John’s legs.

“You are John Sheppard,” Rodney said, reaching up a hand to trace John’s temple with his fingertips. “Flyboy, infuriatingly smart, rakishly good-looking and seducer of dozens of alien babes.”

John snorted at this last qualifier.

“No one sees you differently, least of all me.”

“Teyla might,” John sighed.

“What? Why?” Rodney’s brows drew down in confusion.

“Ah… no reason,” John said, allowing Rodney to push him back on the bed and starting to laugh for the first time in what felt like months when Rodney dug fingers into John’s ribs, effortlessly targeting John’s most ticklish area.

John, never a man to allow himself to be totally on the defensive, surged upwards until he was pinning Rodney and then leaned down and licked up Rodney’s cheek. Rodney squealed, flailing ineffectually.

John sat back for a second, breathing heavily, recovering from the giggles that still bubbled through him like water.

“You are Rodney McKay, brilliant scientist, egomaniac and the dearest person I have ever encountered,” John said, suddenly serious.

Rodney opened his arms and John dropped into them, allowing himself to be hugged. “Your skin could turn into nothing but Velcro and I would still find you ridiculously adorable,” Rodney sighed.

“A little bit scratchy though,” John chuckled.

“I almost forgot what it looked like.” Rodney said.

“What?”

“When you smiled.” Rodney reached up to trace the curve of lip on John’s face.

Ficlet the Fifteenth
Title: "Final"
Suggested by:

sg1atlantis
Is: AU Sheppard/McKay (Okay, asked for twizzler sex aswell and I don't know what twizzlers are... and this is a little... dark.)
Is: Adult/dark
Summary: The attempts to get in start in earnest on the seventh day.

“It’s quiet tonight,” John says, watching as Rodney’s hand ghosts over his own face in the gloom, before crossing the distance to rest light fingers along John’s collar bone.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks, tracing the jut of bone through skin.

“I don’t like the quiet,” John sighs.

“You’d rather hear the screaming?” Rodney asks, his eyes barely glinting in the dim light.

“At least if there was screaming we’d know someone was still alive,” John says, his voice hollow.

Rodney pulls his hand back.

^8^

They sleep mostly, but sometimes, when they’re both awake, they come together, skin on skin and muffled cries. John swallows Rodney’s tears with his mouth and the breathing in the darkness makes everything a little easier.

John wonders if he’s already gone a little insane.

^8^

The attempts to get in start in earnest on the seventh day.

John thinks it makes a perfect kind of sense that both he and Rodney would have retreated to the kitchens and found they could barricade themselves inside. They have enough food and water to last a long time, even if they don’t want to.

John wonders what the kitchen staff would think as he bends Rodney over the pastry counter and lets out all his frustration and fear, Rodney taking it on like he always does, no complaint, only gentle understanding afterwards.

John thinks that’s probably worse.

^8^

“How do you think they got in?” Rodney asks. “You know, without being detected?”

“Don’t go there, it’ll only drive you mad,” John advises and Rodney nods slowly, contemplatively.

“I’m starting to worry that it’s too late already,” Rodney sighs and John smiles, no humour in it at all.

“Me too, McKay, me too.”

^8^

“I spy with my little eye, something beginning with ‘W’.”

John looks at Rodney, arching an eyebrow. “We can’t actually see them. Just hear them,” he says.

The thumping at the door is loud and constant.

“The enemy is at the gates,” Rodney sighs and John snorts.

“The enemy is in the fucking city,” he corrects.

^8^

“Do you think there’s anyone else, hiding like us?” Rodney asks and John fights the urge to hit him.

“Don’t ask that,” he says, instead.

^8^

It takes twenty-eight days, but finally John has had enough. He is standing by the door, kitted up and with his P-90 held lightly in hand. Rodney is looking at him, stricken.

“You won’t make it,” he says.

“I know,” John sighs, taking a second to reach forward and brush a thumb along Rodney’s jaw. “Keep the porch light on.”

Rodney nods slowly. “Let me come with you,” he pleads once more.

“There’s still a chance…” John says, his voice sounding broken.

“If there’s still a chance, stay,” Rodney protests and John smirks, reminiscent of his devil-may-care expression but strangely lacking because his face is hollowed out.

“I’m not the staying kind,” he says simply, before sliding out the door.

Edited: Oops... missed one!

Ficlet the Sixteenth
Title: "Unwinding"
Suggested by:

mcgyvergal
Is: SG1 smut - either shower or hot tub related and comparing of bruises or scars. (I wasn't sure of the pairing so just went for Sam/Jack)
Is: Adult
Summary: “This one?” she says, spanning her fingers across the raised line of twisted flesh.

“This one?” she says, spanning her fingers across the raised line of twisted flesh.

“Oh, well that was a very manly stumble into a barbed wire fence while I was off my face.”

She giggles, dropping her face into the hollow of his neck.

“This one?” she asks, her fingers walking downwards to his belly.

“You were there that day,” he says and although he doesn’t mean to, the playful mood is broken.

“I wasn’t really,” she sighs and he is disappointed because the slow southward trek of her hand has been halted and her fingers now edge up to his shoulder and then around his neck.

“The water’s getting cold, and that does me no favours in the manhood department,” he grumbles. He’s gotten one of those antique, claw footed baths. He never lets any of the guys use his ensuite because he’s a little embarrassed.

He got it for her.

He got it so they could lay full-length, curled together, the warm water lapping around their bodies.

She smiles and reaches up with one delicate foot towards the taps, managing to curl her toes around the hot water one and wrenching it sideways so water bursts forth.

“Monkey feet. Now that’s sexy,” he laughs when she splashes him and just like that, their good humour is restored. He likes that they can bounce back so quickly.

“Wasn’t I doing something?” she smiles, a wicked curl of lip.

“I think you were, yes,” he agrees, twining fingers with hers and stroking down his body until her fingers brush over him and he sighs, sinking further into the bath.

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Date: 2006-03-15 12:25 pm (UTC)

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AAAAAAHHHHHH! JACK/RODNEY!

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