Echoes by Samara_Draven [Reviews - 15]
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Category: Slash Pairings > McKay/Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Other, Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Humour, Pre-slash, Romance, Series
Warnings: Adult themes
Series: None
Word count: 10284; Completed: Yes
Summary: If only it would stop putting images of Sheppard in his head.
This is not happening. Rodney groaned to himself, throwing his arm over his eyes. He reached down to his groin feeling for what he was sure was an erection and golly gee there it was, hard and proud.
“The universe hates me.” He said to the furniture in his quarters and closed his eyes tight against the images of a certain tall colonel still flitting across his mind.
He sighed in frustration. Why couldn’t he be dreaming about a different colonel? One with blonde hair and blue eyes and not five o’clock shadow and messy hair. He really wished this would stop. He didn’t want it but it happened anyway. For the last few weeks, he’d become increasingly unable to function properly around his team leader. Every time he tried to have an innocent, mature conversation with him, his dick began twitching. He didn’t even have a single sexy thought about Sheppard in his head but the itching and twitching just started up every time he saw him, almost as if by rote or habit or something.
It wouldn’t be so bad if he could control it until he was alone but noooo… his dick just got more and more insistent. Like it knew Sheppard was there just a foot away and was banging around its cotton cage to get out before John left and it lost the opportunity to eat him alive.
Another image of Sheppard flashed in his mind. The scientist and his little monster jumped. Rodney almost yelped. He was so hard it hurt. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. I know I’m not gay. I’ve never been terribly attracted to men and John has never been on my mind like this. Besides, he’s not really my type.
His cock made him flinch again and he amended; okay! Okay! So he has the whole brilliant-but-stupid thing down but he’s not blonde. More importantly, he’s not female!
He could almost hear a voice answering him. He doesn’t have to be.
“Okay this is messed up.” He said. “I’m talking to my groin.”
Sounds like you’re the one who’s messed up, McKay.
“Why don’t you just shut up? How do I turn you off?”
I’m not a computer, Rodney. I don’t have an off switch.
“Sure you do.” He replied, trying to ignore the fact that he really was having a conversation with his Phallus. “Everything has an off switch. You certainly seem to have an on switch so it stands to reason that you have an off switch.”
Not telling.
“Fine! You know-“McKay cut himself off, the absurdity of it all coming back to him. He was going to be late if he didn’t get up soon. He had to do something because going to work sporting a tent was not an option.
“I really don’t want to masturbate with images of colonel Sheppard in my mind.” He groaned.
Why not?
The stupidity of the question made Rodney stutter a little. “Wha- whaddaya mean ‘Why not’?”
You know exactly what I mean, McKay. Besides you said it yourself; you have to take care of this before you’re late getting to work. Oh it sounded so smug.
“Oh puh-lease! Those images of Sheppard aren’t even sexy.”
It snorted – actually snorted – at him! Like you know what’s sexy?
Getting indignant now, Rodney retorted. “Of course I do! How about a blonde with really long legs? Or a nice shy redhead with delicate fingers? Those are sexy!”
Humph! It replied and sent an image of John flying the jumper into his mind, making Rodney moan in discomfort.
When he was sure he wasn’t going to pass out, he got up and went into the bathroom. He turned the shower on as hot as he could manage and began to undress.
What are you doing?
Sighing for fifth or sixth time since woke up, he replied”I happen to like hot showers, thank you.”
Suit yourself.
He stepped under the spray, enjoying the heat for a moment before he grabbed a hold of himself and began stroking. Deciding he didn’t have time to run through his usual fantasy, he dredged up the image he loved best: Samantha Carter’s long legs wrapped around him while he drove into her sandy haired mound.
He felt a pleasurable shock roll through him but his penis just seemed shocked.
Rodney what are you doing? It nearly squeaked at him.
Definitely more annoyed now, McKay ground out, “What does it seem like I’m doing?”
I thought we were gonna think of Sheppard.
“I told you we are not. He’s a man and I told you before that those images aren’t sexy.”
Well if you had a better imagination maybe they would be.
He couldn’t believe his own prick just criticized him. “I don’t want them to be.” He brought up an image of Katie Brown and his dick practically shuddered.
But I do. An image of Sheppard replaced the botanist.
“But I don’t!” Rodney almost yelled, bringing up an image of both women. His cock made him feel nauseous for his trouble and put Sheppard back in his head. Rodney countered by adding Weir to his fantasy.
His cock put a dancing colonel in the growing orgy’s place. Rodney brought it right back and added Teyla and Heightmeyer.
You might as well give up, Rodney. Sheppard was in his mind again.
“I don’t think so.” This time he added Sora. His mind was one big orgy and everyone was fucking and humping. He felt someone wrap their arms around his waist and grab his balls. He turned from the woman he was plowing into and saw Sheppard’s smiling face.
“Gah!” He stopped his furious stroking for a second and wracked his mind for something anything and in his panic he brought up the image of what he thought a female wraith might look like.
Now it was his dick’s turn to gag. Jesus, McKay, you’re one sick dude!
He smiled a wry smile. “You want to screw a guy - not just any guy but colonel Sheppard - and you think I'm sick?” He said and redoubled his efforts to get off. He was concentrating so hard on his little orgy; it didn’t allow room for any other consideration. He was getting close now. His climax was just out of reach. He looked around and spotted Teyla pinning someone to the floor. It was a panting, sweaty, shirtless Mr.Snarkypants.
His eyes flew open. “Would you just stop?!” He was really yelling now.
You can’t beat me, McKay. No matter how many you add. You’re running out of fantasy women. Quality over quantity.
“That’s absurd. I am way smarter than you. I can out-think you.”
Well you know what they say: Beauty before brains.
Getting really cross now, Rodney countered, “How about age before beauty?”
How about brute strength –
Rodney snorted. “Brute strength? You?” he laughed.
I am so much stronger than you. I’m all muscle Mr. Krispy Kreme.
“You puny little –“
Puny?!
“Yeah puny! Puny little six inches of useless, blood soaked, hormone addled, shitty little, good-for-nothing, trouble making dipstick! I could cut you off and you won’t be my problem anymore!”
Rodney paled. Both of them went slack with horror. He looked down at his now flaccid cock. It looked deathly pale.
“Oh no no no no no no no… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He tapped the head as if he could revive it. He lifted it a little and stared down at it. “You know I didn’t mean it, right? I was just angry.”
You are sooo gonna pay for this, it said weakly.
“Rodney?”
McKay froze. It was Sheppard. “Uh yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
He turned off the shower and stepped out. “Yeah, I’m fine – just fine. What can I do for you, colonel?”
Rodney stopped just in front of the slightly ajar bathroom door just as Sheppard looked in that direction. He got an eyeful of the Canuck’s ass who was ignorantly looking for a towel. John forced his gaze to the floor but the image was burned into his mind and was not likely to go away.
“Weir sent me to get you when you didn’t show up for the briefing.”
“It’s over?” He stopped his quest for the towel for a moment, paralyzed with anxiety.
“No it’s not over.” John said, “It’s just in recess until we get everyone into the same room.”
Rodney’s pointless towel hunt resumed until finally, John couldn’t take it anymore. He was sick of catching so many glimpses of the scientist’s surprisingly white and surprisingly firm derriere. He spotted the towel on the back of a chair near the bathroom door. He scooped up the towel and held it up to the door, his head turned away to keep from seeing something else he didn’t want to.
“Here.”
Rodney stopped again. “What?”
“Your towel. You left it out here.”
“Oh.” He took the proffered towel while using the door to conceal his modesty. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“How did you - ?”
“You were pacing.”
“You didn’t, ah…?”
“No.”
“Good, good.”
They were quiet for a moment. “You know, Sheppard, you could’ve just left.”
Rodney had the towel around his waist now but John still had trouble keeping himself from trying to satisfy his curiosity about whether the Canadian’s chest was hairy or not.
“I know but you seemed somewhat preoccupied and I wanted to make sure you were back on track before I left.”
“Thanks. I’m fine now. I’ll meet you in the briefing.”
“Okay.” Sheppard said and turned to leave. He was at the door when he turned around and walked a few paces back to Rodney who was disappearing inside the bathroom.
“Uh, Rodney?”
The other man stopped and turned around. “Yeah?”
“You know, six inches isn’t all that bad, really. It’s actually slightly better than average.” John nodded his head to emphasize his point.
McKay just stood there, immobile.
John babbled on. “’Cause five and a half is average so…” He let the sentence drop.
“Uh huh.” Was all Rodney said.
John looked sideways at the wall wishing he hadn’t said something so stupid. “Yeah.”
Rodney collected himself. “Well, thank you, colonel.”
“I’m gonna go now.”
“Okay.”
John turned and nearly bolted for the door.
McKay watched him leave and said, to no one in particular; “I’m a dead man.”
Chapter or Story - Text Size +
Category: Slash Pairings > McKay/Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Other, Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Humour, Pre-slash, Romance, Series
Warnings: Adult themes
Series: None
Word count: 10284; Completed: Yes
Summary: If only it would stop putting images of Sheppard in his head.
This is not happening. Rodney groaned to himself, throwing his arm over his eyes. He reached down to his groin feeling for what he was sure was an erection and golly gee there it was, hard and proud.
“The universe hates me.” He said to the furniture in his quarters and closed his eyes tight against the images of a certain tall colonel still flitting across his mind.
He sighed in frustration. Why couldn’t he be dreaming about a different colonel? One with blonde hair and blue eyes and not five o’clock shadow and messy hair. He really wished this would stop. He didn’t want it but it happened anyway. For the last few weeks, he’d become increasingly unable to function properly around his team leader. Every time he tried to have an innocent, mature conversation with him, his dick began twitching. He didn’t even have a single sexy thought about Sheppard in his head but the itching and twitching just started up every time he saw him, almost as if by rote or habit or something.
It wouldn’t be so bad if he could control it until he was alone but noooo… his dick just got more and more insistent. Like it knew Sheppard was there just a foot away and was banging around its cotton cage to get out before John left and it lost the opportunity to eat him alive.
Another image of Sheppard flashed in his mind. The scientist and his little monster jumped. Rodney almost yelped. He was so hard it hurt. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. I know I’m not gay. I’ve never been terribly attracted to men and John has never been on my mind like this. Besides, he’s not really my type.
His cock made him flinch again and he amended; okay! Okay! So he has the whole brilliant-but-stupid thing down but he’s not blonde. More importantly, he’s not female!
He could almost hear a voice answering him. He doesn’t have to be.
“Okay this is messed up.” He said. “I’m talking to my groin.”
Sounds like you’re the one who’s messed up, McKay.
“Why don’t you just shut up? How do I turn you off?”
I’m not a computer, Rodney. I don’t have an off switch.
“Sure you do.” He replied, trying to ignore the fact that he really was having a conversation with his Phallus. “Everything has an off switch. You certainly seem to have an on switch so it stands to reason that you have an off switch.”
Not telling.
“Fine! You know-“McKay cut himself off, the absurdity of it all coming back to him. He was going to be late if he didn’t get up soon. He had to do something because going to work sporting a tent was not an option.
“I really don’t want to masturbate with images of colonel Sheppard in my mind.” He groaned.
Why not?
The stupidity of the question made Rodney stutter a little. “Wha- whaddaya mean ‘Why not’?”
You know exactly what I mean, McKay. Besides you said it yourself; you have to take care of this before you’re late getting to work. Oh it sounded so smug.
“Oh puh-lease! Those images of Sheppard aren’t even sexy.”
It snorted – actually snorted – at him! Like you know what’s sexy?
Getting indignant now, Rodney retorted. “Of course I do! How about a blonde with really long legs? Or a nice shy redhead with delicate fingers? Those are sexy!”
Humph! It replied and sent an image of John flying the jumper into his mind, making Rodney moan in discomfort.
When he was sure he wasn’t going to pass out, he got up and went into the bathroom. He turned the shower on as hot as he could manage and began to undress.
What are you doing?
Sighing for fifth or sixth time since woke up, he replied”I happen to like hot showers, thank you.”
Suit yourself.
He stepped under the spray, enjoying the heat for a moment before he grabbed a hold of himself and began stroking. Deciding he didn’t have time to run through his usual fantasy, he dredged up the image he loved best: Samantha Carter’s long legs wrapped around him while he drove into her sandy haired mound.
He felt a pleasurable shock roll through him but his penis just seemed shocked.
Rodney what are you doing? It nearly squeaked at him.
Definitely more annoyed now, McKay ground out, “What does it seem like I’m doing?”
I thought we were gonna think of Sheppard.
“I told you we are not. He’s a man and I told you before that those images aren’t sexy.”
Well if you had a better imagination maybe they would be.
He couldn’t believe his own prick just criticized him. “I don’t want them to be.” He brought up an image of Katie Brown and his dick practically shuddered.
But I do. An image of Sheppard replaced the botanist.
“But I don’t!” Rodney almost yelled, bringing up an image of both women. His cock made him feel nauseous for his trouble and put Sheppard back in his head. Rodney countered by adding Weir to his fantasy.
His cock put a dancing colonel in the growing orgy’s place. Rodney brought it right back and added Teyla and Heightmeyer.
You might as well give up, Rodney. Sheppard was in his mind again.
“I don’t think so.” This time he added Sora. His mind was one big orgy and everyone was fucking and humping. He felt someone wrap their arms around his waist and grab his balls. He turned from the woman he was plowing into and saw Sheppard’s smiling face.
“Gah!” He stopped his furious stroking for a second and wracked his mind for something anything and in his panic he brought up the image of what he thought a female wraith might look like.
Now it was his dick’s turn to gag. Jesus, McKay, you’re one sick dude!
He smiled a wry smile. “You want to screw a guy - not just any guy but colonel Sheppard - and you think I'm sick?” He said and redoubled his efforts to get off. He was concentrating so hard on his little orgy; it didn’t allow room for any other consideration. He was getting close now. His climax was just out of reach. He looked around and spotted Teyla pinning someone to the floor. It was a panting, sweaty, shirtless Mr.Snarkypants.
His eyes flew open. “Would you just stop?!” He was really yelling now.
You can’t beat me, McKay. No matter how many you add. You’re running out of fantasy women. Quality over quantity.
“That’s absurd. I am way smarter than you. I can out-think you.”
Well you know what they say: Beauty before brains.
Getting really cross now, Rodney countered, “How about age before beauty?”
How about brute strength –
Rodney snorted. “Brute strength? You?” he laughed.
I am so much stronger than you. I’m all muscle Mr. Krispy Kreme.
“You puny little –“
Puny?!
“Yeah puny! Puny little six inches of useless, blood soaked, hormone addled, shitty little, good-for-nothing, trouble making dipstick! I could cut you off and you won’t be my problem anymore!”
Rodney paled. Both of them went slack with horror. He looked down at his now flaccid cock. It looked deathly pale.
“Oh no no no no no no no… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He tapped the head as if he could revive it. He lifted it a little and stared down at it. “You know I didn’t mean it, right? I was just angry.”
You are sooo gonna pay for this, it said weakly.
“Rodney?”
McKay froze. It was Sheppard. “Uh yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
He turned off the shower and stepped out. “Yeah, I’m fine – just fine. What can I do for you, colonel?”
Rodney stopped just in front of the slightly ajar bathroom door just as Sheppard looked in that direction. He got an eyeful of the Canuck’s ass who was ignorantly looking for a towel. John forced his gaze to the floor but the image was burned into his mind and was not likely to go away.
“Weir sent me to get you when you didn’t show up for the briefing.”
“It’s over?” He stopped his quest for the towel for a moment, paralyzed with anxiety.
“No it’s not over.” John said, “It’s just in recess until we get everyone into the same room.”
Rodney’s pointless towel hunt resumed until finally, John couldn’t take it anymore. He was sick of catching so many glimpses of the scientist’s surprisingly white and surprisingly firm derriere. He spotted the towel on the back of a chair near the bathroom door. He scooped up the towel and held it up to the door, his head turned away to keep from seeing something else he didn’t want to.
“Here.”
Rodney stopped again. “What?”
“Your towel. You left it out here.”
“Oh.” He took the proffered towel while using the door to conceal his modesty. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“How did you - ?”
“You were pacing.”
“You didn’t, ah…?”
“No.”
“Good, good.”
They were quiet for a moment. “You know, Sheppard, you could’ve just left.”
Rodney had the towel around his waist now but John still had trouble keeping himself from trying to satisfy his curiosity about whether the Canadian’s chest was hairy or not.
“I know but you seemed somewhat preoccupied and I wanted to make sure you were back on track before I left.”
“Thanks. I’m fine now. I’ll meet you in the briefing.”
“Okay.” Sheppard said and turned to leave. He was at the door when he turned around and walked a few paces back to Rodney who was disappearing inside the bathroom.
“Uh, Rodney?”
The other man stopped and turned around. “Yeah?”
“You know, six inches isn’t all that bad, really. It’s actually slightly better than average.” John nodded his head to emphasize his point.
McKay just stood there, immobile.
John babbled on. “’Cause five and a half is average so…” He let the sentence drop.
“Uh huh.” Was all Rodney said.
John looked sideways at the wall wishing he hadn’t said something so stupid. “Yeah.”
Rodney collected himself. “Well, thank you, colonel.”
“I’m gonna go now.”
“Okay.”
John turned and nearly bolted for the door.
McKay watched him leave and said, to no one in particular; “I’m a dead man.”