Wraithbait

Summary: spaggel requested it...Rodney edged closer, snagging the bottle back for a quick drink before answering. "Enormous, as in, extraordinarily large," he giggled again, "like my intellect now that I think about it. Enormous as in vast, immense, and no doubt bigger than yours."

Summary: Rodney claimed he would have figured it out eventually, that he was a genius, and it was only a matter of time and - if case John hadn't noticed - he'd been a little busy saving Atlantis from imminent doom of one sort or another, so excuse the hell out of him if he wasn't actually aware that the head of Atlantis's military was pining away with big gay love for him.

Summary: Set after Duet -- Sheppard was doing it again. Watching him. Rodney could practically feel the man's eyes boring a hole in the back of his head.

Summary: "God, Rodney," and it was as much a threat as a plea, because even though John was the one face first against the wall, his hands pressed against the cold stone, pants around his ankles, Rodney was the one who had lost control.

Summary: Rodney had been working on one of the puddle jumpers and John had been hanging out making smart-ass comments and leaning on things as he damn well made love to that sandwich with his mouth.

Summary: Of course, Rodney didn't care if the mattress was comfortable or not, seeing as how he usually slept stretched out on top of John. His greater weight practically guaranteeing that one day John would die a horrible death smothered by the combination of Rodney and the damn extra thick bedspread that Rodney had bartered for with one of the Athosian women.

Summary: But by whatever measure is made, be it kisses, or fantasies, or penetration, Rodney is straight. Or at least he thought he was, is, was...

Summary: "Yes, well, I fail to see how-oh god,"� Rodney's mouth dropped open as John's hand drifted lower, his palm resting over the bulge in his pants. "Don't you have any shame at all?"� Even as he spoke he was leaning forward, craning his neck to watch. Written for lj undermistletoe challenge - dirty talk prompt.

Summary: John spliced and edited his collection of touch every night, adding the new bits and rearranging until it played out like just like HDTV, Rodney with his hands and shoulders and unnerving blue eyes, touches and kisses and skin on skin until John didn't know if his imagination was a curse or a blessing. Set between The Lost Boys and The Hive

Summary: Post-Epiphany fic - "Yes, well, you are rather ripe."� He nuzzled at John's neck, a quick swipe of his tongue tracking the line of John's throat and making John arch toward him. "But, reunion sex should be dirty."

Summary: AU Atlantis needs a doctor trained in emergency room medicine, John Sheppard is that doctor. His first case is patching up Major Rodney McKay. Written for the Vice Versa challenge

Summary: Then John can't fight back the giggle because Rodney does it on purpose, drifts his fingers along the exact center of John's chest, concentrating on that ticklish inch of skin right above his belly button.

Summary: John had lost count of the times he'd almost died since they got to the Pegasus Galaxy, guessed he had died once if you were going by the whole no heartbeat definition.

Summary: This time when John died it was because of Rodney, just as surely as if Rodney's hands were wrapped around that expanse of tanned throat. Spoilers for Season 1, set during Season 2's Trinity episode

Summary: Six months ago he had a moment of weakness, well, actually Samantha Carter had a moment of weakness and they'd spent a lovely evening together. (Inspired by an icon)

Summary: plot bunny gakked entirely from inthekeyofd, who wanted John giving Rodney a massage and the straddling of the table. Basically, Rodney wants John, a lot.

Summary: He, Dr. Rodney McKay, chief astrophysicist of the Atlantis Institute, dateless on prom night, destined to spend his dotage with a cat for company, was being propositioned. Propositioned for tawdry outdoor sex with an anonymous, well not exactly anonymous, but come on John, as if that was anybody's real name, stranger.

Summary: The Wraith's eyes are black, just a hint of color around the rim, everything else cold and dark and probably the last thing Rodney will ever see.

Summary: On the outside Rodney is arrogant.

Summary: Atlantis marks the first time for a lot of things.