Sides by archaeology and slybrarian, Archae_ology, slybrarian [Reviews - 8]
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Category: Slash Pairings > Lorne/Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Major Lorne
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Established Relationship, Humour, Hurt Comfort, PWP - Plot, What Plot?, Romance, Series
Warnings: None
Series: None
Word count: 38020; Completed: Yes
Summary: Thirty-one stories written in thirty-one days. Each one is part of one verse, and each one is in some way Sheppard/Lorne.
Side A
For Evan Lorne, offworld missions are a joy rather than a burden. He loves the rush of freedom he feels when stepping out of the stargate and onto the soil of an alien world, but somehow the feeling of freedom is always overshadowed by the most devastating pressure when John Sheppard is around. Somehow, when he's in the field, John manages to be just as devastatingly hot and attractive as he is when he's actively trying to turn Evan on in the city, if not more so.
It's a combination of reasons really; the little things, and of course, the big things. There's the way his hands move over his weapon. Long fingers checking it carefully as they're resting, winding down for the night around a campfire, the slightly metallic tapping that seems to coincide with long waits and diplomatic missions, and the deft movements which accompany firefights and rescue missions.
Hazel eyes which are wonderfully warm in private turn stony cold offworld, only flickers of John showing through the mask of the Colonel. Offworld it's always the Colonel; silent and deadly, a predator in every sense of the word, and it is more than a little sexy, even when it shouldn't be.
It's why, more often than not, on those joint missions, Evan finds himself ducking behind some tree or inside a designated washroom to relieve the near painful arousal that had built up. When his mind enters that truly, filthy place, where all he wants is John and to be controlled; to be pinned to a tree or ordered to his knees, but they can't afford the risk, so Evan takes care of himself.
At times, it results in him bent over at the waist, pants around his ankles, hand pumping furiously as he attempts to make as little noise as possible, but there are other moments, slower moments, where he can take his time, drawing out his release before letting go. It's those moments, the wonderful calm after the storm, that he can find his centre again before rejoining the team, where it is enough to tide him over till their return to Atlantis.
Evan loves going off world, and if he's being honest, he loves John as well, but the two together? They don't mix well at all.
Side B
When John Sheppard went offworld, it was usually a tense affair. He never knew what was going to happen from moment to moment, and with his team and their history, what ever happened was more than likely something which would never have happened to any other team. Take the incident with the giant, flying ants for example, or the planet with the Chieftain who had apparently wanted to marry each and every member of his team, and when Evan Lorne was around, things only seemed to become much worse.
It seemed that every time they were assigned together, usually for diplomatic missions, or the ever popular rescue mission, something happened to make Evan run off. It only occurred during the more peaceful missions, when they were sitting around their camp, or exploring the various settlements, but it remained a constant; one moment Evan would be next to him staring and fidgeting as if he was painfully uncomfortable, and the next he would be gone.
At first, he had assumed Evan simply needed to use the washroom, but during one missions he had stumbled down the trail himself, desperately needing to alleviate himself. As he had finished up, letting out a soft sigh of relief, John was startled to by a low groan from somewhere in the distance.
Crouching down automatically, he scanned the horizon, searching out the location of the sound, eyes widening in shock as he caught sight of Evan, pressed against the base of a tree, head thrown back in apparent ecstasy.
John couldn't look away. Breath caught in his chest, John felt himself begin to harden. He knew each and every movement that Evan would make in his frantic grasps at completion. Evan's eyes, no matter how hard he'd fight to keep them open, would always, always, drift shut; ocean blue irises hidden from the world by thick, black lashes and the soft fluttering of pale eyelids. As he spiralled down fast and faster, he'd tilt his head up ever so slightly, an almost instinctive motion, almost certainly imagining the hungry mouth, hot and wet, that would have been latched to the side of his throat; lips and teeth and tongue marking him almost delicately, careful not to leave a lasting mark, but hard enough to elicit a breathy moan. It was almost enough to break John's resolve, his determination to keep work and personal life separate, especially during offworld missions.
In an attempt to keep control over himself, John lowered himself into the tall grasses, eyes trained upon Evan's form. He ran a hand down the now firm bulge tenting the front of well worn pants and soft cotton underclothes. Pulling himself free of the material, John bit back a breathy moan. Following Evan's steady strokes, John began to pump his hand down his shaft, pressing his thumb along the under side of his cock on every down stroke.
John can't close his eyes even as Evan lets out a nearly inaudible cry, come spilling onto the forest floor, narrowly missing the pants hanging around his ankles. John finds his breath escaping in low moans, helpless to do anything other than follow Evan over the edge. With a final gasp, John feels hot come rushing over his fingers and he collapses into the soft soil, head falling back with a solid thud.
John knew that from that moment on, he was screwed over on offworld missions with Evan Lorne, because he knew exactly what it was that Evan was doing when he wandered off, and he didn't know if he would be able to stop himself from following.
All Together Now
When gate teams one and two rushed through the wormhole in an explosive rush of weapon fire, Elizabeth watched as Colonel Sheppard threw his pack to the floor in frustration, glaring at a furiously blushing Major Lorne. She could only assume something had gone wrong, and the resulting meeting proved as much, although many of the facts remained sketchy, but she had been assured that all issues would be taken care of before the next joint mission, and she could only trust that it would be.
Weeks passed with the usual schedule of gate travel, both in going and out going, individual teams going about their duties with their normal attentiveness and skill. Nearly two months passed before the two teams were joined together again, scheduled for a diplomatic mission off world, and it was at that point that John made his move. As Evan had moved to leave his quarters, he suddenly found himself cornered, John pushing him through the open door before it slammed shut behind them.
"I am not going to put up with this anymore." John pressed his finger into Evan's chest, pushing him back away from the door and further into his quarters, "You're putting yourself in danger and you're going to get yourself killed, and I am not going to put up with it."
Growling, Evan shoved himself into John's personal space. "I thought I was safe, I wasn't exactly expecting to be cornered in their fucking men's washroom-" "I don't care!" John cut him off angrily. "You're not running off for your little breaks anymore. You're going to get it out of your system right now, before we leave the city."
"Little breaks?" Evan's eyes widened. "Have you bee-" His voice trailed off into silence as he stared at John. "Have you been watching me!?"
"Once or twice, although once I realised what was going on it was pretty damned obvious why you kept disappearing." John watched as Evan's eyes narrowed and frowned as Evan began to walk backward, searching for the door. "Obvious? What the hell?"
Blinking, Evan reached back for the wall to guide himself along. "If I've been so obvious, why they hell haven't you said anything before." He watched John for several long moments before blinking rapidly, a sudden wave of realization washing over him. "There's something you're not telling me."
"Until now it didn't seem to be causing problems!" John looked a bit furtive for a moment. "And there's nothing to tell. You slip away, get your rocks off, you come back, and I watched you to make sure nothing happened."
"Okay, first of all, I wouldn't need to do it if you would stop being so god damn distracting!" He threw his hands up into the air frustrated. "And secondly, I know you. You probably got off right along with me."
"If I wasn't - what the hell is that supposed to mean?" John said indignantly, purposely ignoring Evan's final statement as he shoved himself directly in the path of the door, forcing Evan back once more.
Evan stomped his foot in a decidedly childish motion before crossing his arms over his chest. "It means that every time we're offworld together I can't take my eyes off of you and your stupid sexy hotness, all dangerous and...and...just fucking sexy, alright?"
"Huh." John blinked, taken aback slight, but he continued on regardless. "I'm flattered, but that's so completely beside the point."
Evan rolled his eyes and dropped his arms back down to his sides. "Would you rather have me walking around with a hard on the entire time? I'm sure the natives would really appreciate that."
"Well, like I said, you need to get it out of your system now." John's voice held no room for argument as Evan's eyebrows rose toward his hairline. "What do you mean by now?"
"As in you need to, you know." He gestured vaguely toward Evan's crotch. "Now, before we leave the city."
"Are you insane, John!?" Evan's voice rose up an octave "We leave in-no, just no. We don't have the time."
"No, wedon't, however, you do." John announced smugly as he held out a handkerchief and waved it toward the bed. Evan continued to stare at John incredulously. "You're insane. Utterly insane."
John placed his hands on his hips and smirked. "I am, aren't I? Just look at the things I do to keep my guys safe. Now hurry up, Evan. It'll be more fun if you don't have to rush as much."
"And you're totally protesting." Yanking the handkerchief out of John's hand, Evan pushed John back into the chair by the bed. "This is all your fault," Muttering softly, he collapsed back onto the bed feeling more aroused that he would admit comfortably, "stupidsexyJohn."
"Whatever, Major." There had been the slightest glimmer of the Colonel lurking in John's expression, but it disappeared as Evan finally gave in, giving way to an odd sort of intent calmness. "Just open your pants up and think of Atlantis. Or me. Either way." He shrugged, rolling his head around in a slow circle.
Scooting up toward the head of the bed Evan trembled unconsciously at the look in John's eyes; he could feel himself hardening already. Internally, he realized that it's kinky as all hell, but he likes being ordered around, warmth spreading over his body, feeling oddly heady under the watchful gaze of John's frank hazel eyes. "You seriously are really fucking hot." He murmured as he unzipped his pants, sliding them down around his knees. "God, you don't even know."
"I think I'm starting to get a pretty good idea," John murmured as he looked Evan over. "Apparently I'm hot enough to make an otherwise outstandingly professional man completely helpless."
Running a firm hand down his stomach, Evan's breath rushed out as he exhaled noisily. Trailing oddly steady fingers down to his groin, he pressed them down the crease of hip and thigh, nails skimming along the delicate skin, causing himself to shiver as they passed along the tender skin on the underside of his sac. Letting out a soft sigh, he slid his free hand down the same path the other had followed moments before. Taking himself in hand he formed a loose fist around his cock and began to slide it down his shaft, moaning brokenly at the contact. "I'd be able to control myself if you didn't act so...slinky." His head dropped forward, chin bumping against his chest.
"Slinky, is it? I think it's just your imagination. Maybe you should tell me what it is so I can stop." John sat rubbing his chin, appearing coolly indifferent as he feigned disinterest. "Hmm. Is it the way I hold the gun? Or maybe it's the thigh holster, people seem to like that."
"Oh please." Evan whimpered, lifting his head up to stare across the room at John. "It's everything." His voice was desperate. "It's every goddamn little thing. Gun, thigh holster, your stupid glasses, the way you move," Evan panted, hand pumping faster with each passing moment, "just everything."
"Reallly." John drawled lazily, voice trailing off as he kept eye contact with Evan. "You know, I think there's something else, too. Maybe, and this is just speculation, maybe you like it when I'm being the hard-ass colonel. Is that it?"
Gasping for air, Evan tilted his head back, allowing it to thump back against the wall. "Maybe I do." He groaned, voice lower than he intended. "Maybe I like being ordered around." Blue eyes almost black with arousal turned back to John as he rocked his hips up, back arching off of the bed. "What's it to you?"
"Well, Major, I need to think about this, and so I want you to be quiet." John tapped his fingers on the armrest, as he watched Evan with a considering as he nodded his head jerkily in response, amazed at the shot of pure adrenaline that rushed through his system. Forcing himself to slow down and focus, he continued to stroke himself steadily, adding an occasional twist on the upstroke and running the pad of his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, swiping at the rapidly collecting fluid before smoothing it over the rest of the wonderfully hot flesh in his hand. Watching John, he bit at his lower lip as he fought to remain silent, breath escaping through his nose noisily.
"You see, this opens up all sorts of new possibilities. I mean, there's the obvious, of course. Maybe some time when we're out in the city, I'll make you get down on your knees and suck my cock. Or there's always taking you on my desk - might have to get some spare lube for there...actually, maybe not. I bet you'd like it a bit rough. What'd you think of that?" Tilting his head to the side, John smirked at Evan, "You can answer that, major."
Releasing his lower lip, blood welling to the surface through newly broken skin, Evan's head bobbed as he pumped his cock harder, tightening his grip further. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it, rough, hard fast, I don't care." He whimpered. "You can push me to my knees or bend me over your desk any time you want, just do what you want and I'll like it."
Nearly sobbing in frustration, he felt himself sliding closer and closer to the edge, Toes curling into the bed spread, Evan's eyes locked on John's, as he felt himself falling fast. Hips bucking up off of the bed, causing the entire mattress to shake, Evan came with a loud moan, head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy as every bit of tension bleed out of his body with near painful intensity.
John chuckled as he slid onto the floor, kneeling next to the bed. "Next time, I think I'm going to have to order you not to come until I say you can," He hushed, reaching out to gently milk the last few drops from Evan's cock. John searched out the forgotten hanky, using it to clean Evan off as much as possible before dabbing at the blood coating his mouth, wiping the iridescent red blotches from between parted lips.
Evan watched John through half open eyes, a sudden wave of exhaustion overtaking him as he leaned into the gentle touches unconsciously, before smiling sleepily at John. "I'd like that." He murmured, reaching out to catch John's hand in his own. "To be honest, I'd like to do anything that you'd want me to." Pulling John's hand up to his mouth, he pressed a soft kiss to his fingers before attempting to pull him closer.
John bent to gently kiss Evan on the mouth. Pulling back so that his lips brushed against Evan's teasingly his lips twisted up into a playful grin. "Hmm. Too bad we've got to get going. We can see what else we can come up with to do afterwards." He pushed himself back up and began tugging Evan's jacket off. "Here, let me grab you a new one. This is still a bit...sticky. Unless you want to go out there like this."
Evan stretched up gently, feeling the muscles in his back thank him as knots were worked out. "I wish that we had more time." He sighed as he leaned forward to kiss John once more. Allowing himself to be pulled into sitting position, he yawned softly, hand coming up to cover his mouth. "Thank you" He murmured as John stripped him of his jacket. Evan forced himself to sit up properly, spinning around so that his feet were placed flat on the floor. "Plan, oh god, plans." Evan's eyes lit up. "I like plans. We should make some." Tongue half sticking out of his mouth, he swatted at John's head, smirking as the other man ducked out of the way to pull a clean, or at least semi-clean, jacket from the every growing pile of laundry at the foot of the bed.
As John tossed Evan his new jacket, he held out his hand to pull him up. "Well, here's the first order you get: don't think anything but pure, innocent thoughts about me for the next six hours." John grinned mischievously. "No matter how much I stroke my weapon or otherwise distract you."
Evan shrugged into his jacket and took the extended hand, pulling himself up smoothly. "I'll try." He grinned in return. "I promise I'll try, but then again, I can't really promise anything now, can I?" Grabbing one of John's arms, he pulled it around himself before wrapping his own arms around John's body. "This is going to be more than a little interesting, isn't it?"
"Yeah, pretty sure it is. Now come on, before Elizabeth yells at us. Again." John turned to head for the exit, pulling Evan along with him. Stopping just short of the door, he pulled Evan closer for another kiss, grinning in that stupid goofy way that Evan knew he was lucky to see.
As he leaned into the kiss, Evan laughed brightly before reaching up to bury his fingers into John's hair. Pulling back, he butted his head against the underside of John's chin he stroked his fingers down John's chest. "She's always going to yell at us, she's like the den mother of Atlantis, well, next to the city herself."
"Nah. City loves me, don't you girl?" The lights flickered for a moment before the door opened in response with what sounded like, to Evan at least, a purr. John squeezed him tightly in amusement. "See? She loves me"
"You're a freak." Evan stated blandly, shifting away from John. "Now go, ass out door, we're gonna be late."
Pushing ahead of Evan, John stuck his head out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone was coming. "Okay," He nodded; mask slipping back over his face, "all clear, let's head out." Gesturing for Evan to go ahead of him, John stayed back, smiling to himself as he watched the major stride down the corridor, self assured and confidant in his bearing. This was what he lived for, and he couldn't imagine a life without Evan.
Chapter or Story - Text Size +
Category: Slash Pairings > Lorne/Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Major Lorne
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Established Relationship, Humour, Hurt Comfort, PWP - Plot, What Plot?, Romance, Series
Warnings: None
Series: None
Word count: 38020; Completed: Yes
Summary: Thirty-one stories written in thirty-one days. Each one is part of one verse, and each one is in some way Sheppard/Lorne.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Day 1-3
Side A
For Evan Lorne, offworld missions are a joy rather than a burden. He loves the rush of freedom he feels when stepping out of the stargate and onto the soil of an alien world, but somehow the feeling of freedom is always overshadowed by the most devastating pressure when John Sheppard is around. Somehow, when he's in the field, John manages to be just as devastatingly hot and attractive as he is when he's actively trying to turn Evan on in the city, if not more so.
It's a combination of reasons really; the little things, and of course, the big things. There's the way his hands move over his weapon. Long fingers checking it carefully as they're resting, winding down for the night around a campfire, the slightly metallic tapping that seems to coincide with long waits and diplomatic missions, and the deft movements which accompany firefights and rescue missions.
Hazel eyes which are wonderfully warm in private turn stony cold offworld, only flickers of John showing through the mask of the Colonel. Offworld it's always the Colonel; silent and deadly, a predator in every sense of the word, and it is more than a little sexy, even when it shouldn't be.
It's why, more often than not, on those joint missions, Evan finds himself ducking behind some tree or inside a designated washroom to relieve the near painful arousal that had built up. When his mind enters that truly, filthy place, where all he wants is John and to be controlled; to be pinned to a tree or ordered to his knees, but they can't afford the risk, so Evan takes care of himself.
At times, it results in him bent over at the waist, pants around his ankles, hand pumping furiously as he attempts to make as little noise as possible, but there are other moments, slower moments, where he can take his time, drawing out his release before letting go. It's those moments, the wonderful calm after the storm, that he can find his centre again before rejoining the team, where it is enough to tide him over till their return to Atlantis.
Evan loves going off world, and if he's being honest, he loves John as well, but the two together? They don't mix well at all.
Side B
When John Sheppard went offworld, it was usually a tense affair. He never knew what was going to happen from moment to moment, and with his team and their history, what ever happened was more than likely something which would never have happened to any other team. Take the incident with the giant, flying ants for example, or the planet with the Chieftain who had apparently wanted to marry each and every member of his team, and when Evan Lorne was around, things only seemed to become much worse.
It seemed that every time they were assigned together, usually for diplomatic missions, or the ever popular rescue mission, something happened to make Evan run off. It only occurred during the more peaceful missions, when they were sitting around their camp, or exploring the various settlements, but it remained a constant; one moment Evan would be next to him staring and fidgeting as if he was painfully uncomfortable, and the next he would be gone.
At first, he had assumed Evan simply needed to use the washroom, but during one missions he had stumbled down the trail himself, desperately needing to alleviate himself. As he had finished up, letting out a soft sigh of relief, John was startled to by a low groan from somewhere in the distance.
Crouching down automatically, he scanned the horizon, searching out the location of the sound, eyes widening in shock as he caught sight of Evan, pressed against the base of a tree, head thrown back in apparent ecstasy.
John couldn't look away. Breath caught in his chest, John felt himself begin to harden. He knew each and every movement that Evan would make in his frantic grasps at completion. Evan's eyes, no matter how hard he'd fight to keep them open, would always, always, drift shut; ocean blue irises hidden from the world by thick, black lashes and the soft fluttering of pale eyelids. As he spiralled down fast and faster, he'd tilt his head up ever so slightly, an almost instinctive motion, almost certainly imagining the hungry mouth, hot and wet, that would have been latched to the side of his throat; lips and teeth and tongue marking him almost delicately, careful not to leave a lasting mark, but hard enough to elicit a breathy moan. It was almost enough to break John's resolve, his determination to keep work and personal life separate, especially during offworld missions.
In an attempt to keep control over himself, John lowered himself into the tall grasses, eyes trained upon Evan's form. He ran a hand down the now firm bulge tenting the front of well worn pants and soft cotton underclothes. Pulling himself free of the material, John bit back a breathy moan. Following Evan's steady strokes, John began to pump his hand down his shaft, pressing his thumb along the under side of his cock on every down stroke.
John can't close his eyes even as Evan lets out a nearly inaudible cry, come spilling onto the forest floor, narrowly missing the pants hanging around his ankles. John finds his breath escaping in low moans, helpless to do anything other than follow Evan over the edge. With a final gasp, John feels hot come rushing over his fingers and he collapses into the soft soil, head falling back with a solid thud.
John knew that from that moment on, he was screwed over on offworld missions with Evan Lorne, because he knew exactly what it was that Evan was doing when he wandered off, and he didn't know if he would be able to stop himself from following.
All Together Now
When gate teams one and two rushed through the wormhole in an explosive rush of weapon fire, Elizabeth watched as Colonel Sheppard threw his pack to the floor in frustration, glaring at a furiously blushing Major Lorne. She could only assume something had gone wrong, and the resulting meeting proved as much, although many of the facts remained sketchy, but she had been assured that all issues would be taken care of before the next joint mission, and she could only trust that it would be.
Weeks passed with the usual schedule of gate travel, both in going and out going, individual teams going about their duties with their normal attentiveness and skill. Nearly two months passed before the two teams were joined together again, scheduled for a diplomatic mission off world, and it was at that point that John made his move. As Evan had moved to leave his quarters, he suddenly found himself cornered, John pushing him through the open door before it slammed shut behind them.
"I am not going to put up with this anymore." John pressed his finger into Evan's chest, pushing him back away from the door and further into his quarters, "You're putting yourself in danger and you're going to get yourself killed, and I am not going to put up with it."
Growling, Evan shoved himself into John's personal space. "I thought I was safe, I wasn't exactly expecting to be cornered in their fucking men's washroom-" "I don't care!" John cut him off angrily. "You're not running off for your little breaks anymore. You're going to get it out of your system right now, before we leave the city."
"Little breaks?" Evan's eyes widened. "Have you bee-" His voice trailed off into silence as he stared at John. "Have you been watching me!?"
"Once or twice, although once I realised what was going on it was pretty damned obvious why you kept disappearing." John watched as Evan's eyes narrowed and frowned as Evan began to walk backward, searching for the door. "Obvious? What the hell?"
Blinking, Evan reached back for the wall to guide himself along. "If I've been so obvious, why they hell haven't you said anything before." He watched John for several long moments before blinking rapidly, a sudden wave of realization washing over him. "There's something you're not telling me."
"Until now it didn't seem to be causing problems!" John looked a bit furtive for a moment. "And there's nothing to tell. You slip away, get your rocks off, you come back, and I watched you to make sure nothing happened."
"Okay, first of all, I wouldn't need to do it if you would stop being so god damn distracting!" He threw his hands up into the air frustrated. "And secondly, I know you. You probably got off right along with me."
"If I wasn't - what the hell is that supposed to mean?" John said indignantly, purposely ignoring Evan's final statement as he shoved himself directly in the path of the door, forcing Evan back once more.
Evan stomped his foot in a decidedly childish motion before crossing his arms over his chest. "It means that every time we're offworld together I can't take my eyes off of you and your stupid sexy hotness, all dangerous and...and...just fucking sexy, alright?"
"Huh." John blinked, taken aback slight, but he continued on regardless. "I'm flattered, but that's so completely beside the point."
Evan rolled his eyes and dropped his arms back down to his sides. "Would you rather have me walking around with a hard on the entire time? I'm sure the natives would really appreciate that."
"Well, like I said, you need to get it out of your system now." John's voice held no room for argument as Evan's eyebrows rose toward his hairline. "What do you mean by now?"
"As in you need to, you know." He gestured vaguely toward Evan's crotch. "Now, before we leave the city."
"Are you insane, John!?" Evan's voice rose up an octave "We leave in-no, just no. We don't have the time."
"No, wedon't, however, you do." John announced smugly as he held out a handkerchief and waved it toward the bed. Evan continued to stare at John incredulously. "You're insane. Utterly insane."
John placed his hands on his hips and smirked. "I am, aren't I? Just look at the things I do to keep my guys safe. Now hurry up, Evan. It'll be more fun if you don't have to rush as much."
"And you're totally protesting." Yanking the handkerchief out of John's hand, Evan pushed John back into the chair by the bed. "This is all your fault," Muttering softly, he collapsed back onto the bed feeling more aroused that he would admit comfortably, "stupidsexyJohn."
"Whatever, Major." There had been the slightest glimmer of the Colonel lurking in John's expression, but it disappeared as Evan finally gave in, giving way to an odd sort of intent calmness. "Just open your pants up and think of Atlantis. Or me. Either way." He shrugged, rolling his head around in a slow circle.
Scooting up toward the head of the bed Evan trembled unconsciously at the look in John's eyes; he could feel himself hardening already. Internally, he realized that it's kinky as all hell, but he likes being ordered around, warmth spreading over his body, feeling oddly heady under the watchful gaze of John's frank hazel eyes. "You seriously are really fucking hot." He murmured as he unzipped his pants, sliding them down around his knees. "God, you don't even know."
"I think I'm starting to get a pretty good idea," John murmured as he looked Evan over. "Apparently I'm hot enough to make an otherwise outstandingly professional man completely helpless."
Running a firm hand down his stomach, Evan's breath rushed out as he exhaled noisily. Trailing oddly steady fingers down to his groin, he pressed them down the crease of hip and thigh, nails skimming along the delicate skin, causing himself to shiver as they passed along the tender skin on the underside of his sac. Letting out a soft sigh, he slid his free hand down the same path the other had followed moments before. Taking himself in hand he formed a loose fist around his cock and began to slide it down his shaft, moaning brokenly at the contact. "I'd be able to control myself if you didn't act so...slinky." His head dropped forward, chin bumping against his chest.
"Slinky, is it? I think it's just your imagination. Maybe you should tell me what it is so I can stop." John sat rubbing his chin, appearing coolly indifferent as he feigned disinterest. "Hmm. Is it the way I hold the gun? Or maybe it's the thigh holster, people seem to like that."
"Oh please." Evan whimpered, lifting his head up to stare across the room at John. "It's everything." His voice was desperate. "It's every goddamn little thing. Gun, thigh holster, your stupid glasses, the way you move," Evan panted, hand pumping faster with each passing moment, "just everything."
"Reallly." John drawled lazily, voice trailing off as he kept eye contact with Evan. "You know, I think there's something else, too. Maybe, and this is just speculation, maybe you like it when I'm being the hard-ass colonel. Is that it?"
Gasping for air, Evan tilted his head back, allowing it to thump back against the wall. "Maybe I do." He groaned, voice lower than he intended. "Maybe I like being ordered around." Blue eyes almost black with arousal turned back to John as he rocked his hips up, back arching off of the bed. "What's it to you?"
"Well, Major, I need to think about this, and so I want you to be quiet." John tapped his fingers on the armrest, as he watched Evan with a considering as he nodded his head jerkily in response, amazed at the shot of pure adrenaline that rushed through his system. Forcing himself to slow down and focus, he continued to stroke himself steadily, adding an occasional twist on the upstroke and running the pad of his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, swiping at the rapidly collecting fluid before smoothing it over the rest of the wonderfully hot flesh in his hand. Watching John, he bit at his lower lip as he fought to remain silent, breath escaping through his nose noisily.
"You see, this opens up all sorts of new possibilities. I mean, there's the obvious, of course. Maybe some time when we're out in the city, I'll make you get down on your knees and suck my cock. Or there's always taking you on my desk - might have to get some spare lube for there...actually, maybe not. I bet you'd like it a bit rough. What'd you think of that?" Tilting his head to the side, John smirked at Evan, "You can answer that, major."
Releasing his lower lip, blood welling to the surface through newly broken skin, Evan's head bobbed as he pumped his cock harder, tightening his grip further. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it, rough, hard fast, I don't care." He whimpered. "You can push me to my knees or bend me over your desk any time you want, just do what you want and I'll like it."
Nearly sobbing in frustration, he felt himself sliding closer and closer to the edge, Toes curling into the bed spread, Evan's eyes locked on John's, as he felt himself falling fast. Hips bucking up off of the bed, causing the entire mattress to shake, Evan came with a loud moan, head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy as every bit of tension bleed out of his body with near painful intensity.
John chuckled as he slid onto the floor, kneeling next to the bed. "Next time, I think I'm going to have to order you not to come until I say you can," He hushed, reaching out to gently milk the last few drops from Evan's cock. John searched out the forgotten hanky, using it to clean Evan off as much as possible before dabbing at the blood coating his mouth, wiping the iridescent red blotches from between parted lips.
Evan watched John through half open eyes, a sudden wave of exhaustion overtaking him as he leaned into the gentle touches unconsciously, before smiling sleepily at John. "I'd like that." He murmured, reaching out to catch John's hand in his own. "To be honest, I'd like to do anything that you'd want me to." Pulling John's hand up to his mouth, he pressed a soft kiss to his fingers before attempting to pull him closer.
John bent to gently kiss Evan on the mouth. Pulling back so that his lips brushed against Evan's teasingly his lips twisted up into a playful grin. "Hmm. Too bad we've got to get going. We can see what else we can come up with to do afterwards." He pushed himself back up and began tugging Evan's jacket off. "Here, let me grab you a new one. This is still a bit...sticky. Unless you want to go out there like this."
Evan stretched up gently, feeling the muscles in his back thank him as knots were worked out. "I wish that we had more time." He sighed as he leaned forward to kiss John once more. Allowing himself to be pulled into sitting position, he yawned softly, hand coming up to cover his mouth. "Thank you" He murmured as John stripped him of his jacket. Evan forced himself to sit up properly, spinning around so that his feet were placed flat on the floor. "Plan, oh god, plans." Evan's eyes lit up. "I like plans. We should make some." Tongue half sticking out of his mouth, he swatted at John's head, smirking as the other man ducked out of the way to pull a clean, or at least semi-clean, jacket from the every growing pile of laundry at the foot of the bed.
As John tossed Evan his new jacket, he held out his hand to pull him up. "Well, here's the first order you get: don't think anything but pure, innocent thoughts about me for the next six hours." John grinned mischievously. "No matter how much I stroke my weapon or otherwise distract you."
Evan shrugged into his jacket and took the extended hand, pulling himself up smoothly. "I'll try." He grinned in return. "I promise I'll try, but then again, I can't really promise anything now, can I?" Grabbing one of John's arms, he pulled it around himself before wrapping his own arms around John's body. "This is going to be more than a little interesting, isn't it?"
"Yeah, pretty sure it is. Now come on, before Elizabeth yells at us. Again." John turned to head for the exit, pulling Evan along with him. Stopping just short of the door, he pulled Evan closer for another kiss, grinning in that stupid goofy way that Evan knew he was lucky to see.
As he leaned into the kiss, Evan laughed brightly before reaching up to bury his fingers into John's hair. Pulling back, he butted his head against the underside of John's chin he stroked his fingers down John's chest. "She's always going to yell at us, she's like the den mother of Atlantis, well, next to the city herself."
"Nah. City loves me, don't you girl?" The lights flickered for a moment before the door opened in response with what sounded like, to Evan at least, a purr. John squeezed him tightly in amusement. "See? She loves me"
"You're a freak." Evan stated blandly, shifting away from John. "Now go, ass out door, we're gonna be late."
Pushing ahead of Evan, John stuck his head out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone was coming. "Okay," He nodded; mask slipping back over his face, "all clear, let's head out." Gesturing for Evan to go ahead of him, John stayed back, smiling to himself as he watched the major stride down the corridor, self assured and confidant in his bearing. This was what he lived for, and he couldn't imagine a life without Evan.