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darkhavensTitle: On Reflection
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darkhavens
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Wordcount: 1178
Summary: There's a mirror on the ceiling and two interested individuals on the bed.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
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slashfest IV: downloadable08 requested 'Sheppard/McKay mirror!sex' and that's what this is. :D
On Reflection
At first, for some odd reason his brain refuses to divulge once the premise proves to be false, Rodney thinks the panel above the bed they're in is some form of viewing screen, perhaps programmed to provide a flavor of porn dictated by who is using the bed on any given day. In his defence, he hasn't been back to Earth for several years, so it's hardly his fault he's overestimated the technological advancement of the world, not to mention the relaxing of certain sexual mores.
(Rodney later decides to blame any and all future mental lapses on the copious amounts of sex he's been getting since John first cocked one rakish eyebrow in his direction and muttered, 'So, do you want to… I mean, we could… It's just that, after movie night last week, when you fell asleep, you started saying all this stuff and I was thinking maybe, you know, if you want to, we could…' And Rodney grabbed him and kissed him just to stop the awkward twitching that went along with the broken sentences.)
It's only when he lifts one of his hands to grab hold of the headboard once John picks up speed that he realises that the hot sweaty guy being fucked by the other hot sweaty guy on the screen above the bed is actually him.
He comes immediately, explosively, and then blushes when John slows right down to frown at him.
"That's one hell of a hair trigger you've got there, Rodney. What's up with that?"
Rodney angles a single finger upward and John obediently looks, bowing his back and driving his hips forward and down, the movement pushing his cock deep into Rodney's ass.
Rodney groans as his already sensitized prostate is nudged hard, but the sound is drowned out by John's enthusiastic 'Cool!'
What follows is an embarrassingly childish scuffle as they try to find a sexual position that lets them both look up at the mirror on the ceiling. Rodney makes a mental note to find out where the Ancients have hidden all the mirrors once they get back to the city - he's never been one to overlook a kink.
With the aid of every pillow on both beds, the sofa cushions and one of the blankets rolled up and folded into an overturned V and tied in place with John's bootlaces, they finally find the optimum arrangement.
Rodney is half-sitting, half-lying on the bed, balanced on a pair of stacked sofa cushions wrapped in a hotel towel. His back and shoulders are supported at a gentle angle by most of the suite's available soft furnishings and he's too busy watching John give him a revitalizing blowjob between his thighs to even remember to look up and watch it that way.
When John gives a final long slow suck and pulls off, Rodney decides he prefers this viewing angle for that kind of close-up work. He wouldn't have been able to see John's swollen lips and hungry eyes clearly anyway, and the tiny peek of tongue as he licked his lips would have certainly been lost.
He does get slightly dizzy switching his gaze from John's face to the mirror and back again while John is on his knees between Rodney's feet, sliding long, oiled fingers into his own ass, obviously enjoying every single brush of skin on skin, every stretch and twist and hurried shove.
Rodney enjoys it too. So much so, he has to wrap a restraining thumb and finger around the base of his erection to make sure he doesn't prematurely pop for the second time that night.
John smirks when he sees how hot and bothered Rodney is again, just from watching him prepare for the coming ride. After one last twist, he pulls his fingers free and tosses the lube up to rest at the edge of the pillow mountain. With a wicked half smile, he slowly crawls up the bed on hands and knees, head held low, gaze locked with Rodney's own.
Rodney's thumb and finger squeeze a little tighter at the expression on John's face as he moves closer. Rodney knows John should look stupid using a move he's obviously stolen off Spike in one of the later seasons of Buffy, but damned if it isn't the hottest thing Rodney's ever seen.
Until John lifts up, turns around, balancing on his knees planted either side of Rodney's thighs, and lowers himself into Rodney's lap, sliding down neatly onto Rodney's tightly held cock.
And then he leans back, head coming to rest on Rodney's left shoulder as they both gaze up at themselves in the mirror.
""Jesus, that's unbelievably hot." - "Holy fuck."
The words overlap and merge and, if asked, neither of them would be able to say who said what, their entire focus being on the interlocked bodies on the ceiling.
They both watch as Rodney's reflection lifts an arm and wraps it tightly around John's chest, holding him in place. John rocks his hips forward and waits while Rodney drags his hand free, then sinks back, taking that hot column of flesh as deep as he can.
They both groan.
Each movement is made in slow motion, watched in the mirror above their heads by two sets of eyes, until they're both shaky and limned with a faint sheen of perspiration, breath ragged and shallow, cracked with broken sounds.
And then John begins to move in earnest, back flexing and thighs tightening as he lifts himself up and drops back down onto Rodney's cock, over and over, until every muscle is trembling with fatigue.
Just as he is preparing to beg Rodney to 'For God's sake, do something!' Rodney tightens the arm he's kept wrapped around John's chest, and uses the other to lever them both into a sitting position. A moment's awkward twisting and wriggling brings Rodney's feet up and around, folding under on each side of the short stack of cushions, and then he shoves them both forward.
John barely manages to get his hands out in front before he's tipped over onto his face and knees and Rodney starts to drive into him, each stroke knocking a breathless gasp from each of them.
It's only seconds before John is clamping down on Rodney's cock as he comes, hands and mouth full of wadded, damp sheet.
Rodney manages one final thrust before shuddering to completion, and he uses a final, tiny spurt of energy to heave himself off John's folded form to land with an exhausted 'Oof!' on the edge of the bed.
~~~~~~~
Rodney never did discover a stash of Ancient mirrors, but he did manage to arrange for several rolls of mirror paper to be included on the Daedalus manifest the next time it set off for Atlantis. When news of the requisition got back to SG-1, Daniel wasted no time in calling General O'Neill to tell him that yes, McKay and Sheppard had definitely enjoyed the room he'd booked for them and hey, when was he planning to come by for another visit?
Author/Artist:
darkhavensFandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Wordcount: 1178
Summary: There's a mirror on the ceiling and two interested individuals on the bed.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
A/N: Written for
slashfest IV: downloadable08 requested 'Sheppard/McKay mirror!sex' and that's what this is. :DOn Reflection
At first, for some odd reason his brain refuses to divulge once the premise proves to be false, Rodney thinks the panel above the bed they're in is some form of viewing screen, perhaps programmed to provide a flavor of porn dictated by who is using the bed on any given day. In his defence, he hasn't been back to Earth for several years, so it's hardly his fault he's overestimated the technological advancement of the world, not to mention the relaxing of certain sexual mores.
(Rodney later decides to blame any and all future mental lapses on the copious amounts of sex he's been getting since John first cocked one rakish eyebrow in his direction and muttered, 'So, do you want to… I mean, we could… It's just that, after movie night last week, when you fell asleep, you started saying all this stuff and I was thinking maybe, you know, if you want to, we could…' And Rodney grabbed him and kissed him just to stop the awkward twitching that went along with the broken sentences.)
It's only when he lifts one of his hands to grab hold of the headboard once John picks up speed that he realises that the hot sweaty guy being fucked by the other hot sweaty guy on the screen above the bed is actually him.
He comes immediately, explosively, and then blushes when John slows right down to frown at him.
"That's one hell of a hair trigger you've got there, Rodney. What's up with that?"
Rodney angles a single finger upward and John obediently looks, bowing his back and driving his hips forward and down, the movement pushing his cock deep into Rodney's ass.
Rodney groans as his already sensitized prostate is nudged hard, but the sound is drowned out by John's enthusiastic 'Cool!'
What follows is an embarrassingly childish scuffle as they try to find a sexual position that lets them both look up at the mirror on the ceiling. Rodney makes a mental note to find out where the Ancients have hidden all the mirrors once they get back to the city - he's never been one to overlook a kink.
With the aid of every pillow on both beds, the sofa cushions and one of the blankets rolled up and folded into an overturned V and tied in place with John's bootlaces, they finally find the optimum arrangement.
Rodney is half-sitting, half-lying on the bed, balanced on a pair of stacked sofa cushions wrapped in a hotel towel. His back and shoulders are supported at a gentle angle by most of the suite's available soft furnishings and he's too busy watching John give him a revitalizing blowjob between his thighs to even remember to look up and watch it that way.
When John gives a final long slow suck and pulls off, Rodney decides he prefers this viewing angle for that kind of close-up work. He wouldn't have been able to see John's swollen lips and hungry eyes clearly anyway, and the tiny peek of tongue as he licked his lips would have certainly been lost.
He does get slightly dizzy switching his gaze from John's face to the mirror and back again while John is on his knees between Rodney's feet, sliding long, oiled fingers into his own ass, obviously enjoying every single brush of skin on skin, every stretch and twist and hurried shove.
Rodney enjoys it too. So much so, he has to wrap a restraining thumb and finger around the base of his erection to make sure he doesn't prematurely pop for the second time that night.
John smirks when he sees how hot and bothered Rodney is again, just from watching him prepare for the coming ride. After one last twist, he pulls his fingers free and tosses the lube up to rest at the edge of the pillow mountain. With a wicked half smile, he slowly crawls up the bed on hands and knees, head held low, gaze locked with Rodney's own.
Rodney's thumb and finger squeeze a little tighter at the expression on John's face as he moves closer. Rodney knows John should look stupid using a move he's obviously stolen off Spike in one of the later seasons of Buffy, but damned if it isn't the hottest thing Rodney's ever seen.
Until John lifts up, turns around, balancing on his knees planted either side of Rodney's thighs, and lowers himself into Rodney's lap, sliding down neatly onto Rodney's tightly held cock.
And then he leans back, head coming to rest on Rodney's left shoulder as they both gaze up at themselves in the mirror.
""Jesus, that's unbelievably hot." - "Holy fuck."
The words overlap and merge and, if asked, neither of them would be able to say who said what, their entire focus being on the interlocked bodies on the ceiling.
They both watch as Rodney's reflection lifts an arm and wraps it tightly around John's chest, holding him in place. John rocks his hips forward and waits while Rodney drags his hand free, then sinks back, taking that hot column of flesh as deep as he can.
They both groan.
Each movement is made in slow motion, watched in the mirror above their heads by two sets of eyes, until they're both shaky and limned with a faint sheen of perspiration, breath ragged and shallow, cracked with broken sounds.
And then John begins to move in earnest, back flexing and thighs tightening as he lifts himself up and drops back down onto Rodney's cock, over and over, until every muscle is trembling with fatigue.
Just as he is preparing to beg Rodney to 'For God's sake, do something!' Rodney tightens the arm he's kept wrapped around John's chest, and uses the other to lever them both into a sitting position. A moment's awkward twisting and wriggling brings Rodney's feet up and around, folding under on each side of the short stack of cushions, and then he shoves them both forward.
John barely manages to get his hands out in front before he's tipped over onto his face and knees and Rodney starts to drive into him, each stroke knocking a breathless gasp from each of them.
It's only seconds before John is clamping down on Rodney's cock as he comes, hands and mouth full of wadded, damp sheet.
Rodney manages one final thrust before shuddering to completion, and he uses a final, tiny spurt of energy to heave himself off John's folded form to land with an exhausted 'Oof!' on the edge of the bed.
~~~~~~~
Rodney never did discover a stash of Ancient mirrors, but he did manage to arrange for several rolls of mirror paper to be included on the Daedalus manifest the next time it set off for Atlantis. When news of the requisition got back to SG-1, Daniel wasted no time in calling General O'Neill to tell him that yes, McKay and Sheppard had definitely enjoyed the room he'd booked for them and hey, when was he planning to come by for another visit?
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on 2006-12-24 12:49 am (UTC)very tasty, baby!
♥
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on 2006-12-24 01:02 am (UTC)*deep breath* Holy shit. That was probably the hottest thing I've read in... a long time. Wow. Go you. Your descriptions were perfect, which is often hard in a fic like this. Very very well done. And I loved the little ending bit.
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on 2006-12-24 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2006-12-24 04:51 am (UTC)God that was hot, very very hot! *whimper*
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on 2006-12-24 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-24 05:18 am (UTC)And Rodney grabbed him and kissed him just to stop the awkward twitching that went along with the broken sentences.
*snerk*
Oh, fun!
And hawt.
*bounce*
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on 2006-12-24 05:59 am (UTC)LOL! Now I've got a pic in my head of Spike being all panther-like as he crawls up Xander's body.
Hot as hell, hon, and twice as sweet. Hope Daniel and Jack have as much fun as Rodney and John. *g*
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on 2006-12-24 08:41 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-24 10:00 am (UTC)That was awesome sex! And the last line just broke me. Good work, and thank you for sharing!
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on 2006-12-24 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-24 08:24 pm (UTC)And I'm totally delighted that it's O'Neill that booked the room
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on 2006-12-24 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-28 06:08 pm (UTC)Oh my god! That was fucking awesome! I loved it! Jack and Daniel are naughty monkeys. And yay for mirror paper.
*sighs*
I have to add this to my rec list. It melted my brains.
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on 2006-12-29 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-06 11:09 pm (UTC)Laura.
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on 2007-02-17 07:34 pm (UTC)Thankee!
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on 2007-02-17 07:57 pm (UTC)The Jack/Daniel ending came out of nowhere but it made me giggle so i went with it.
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on 2007-02-17 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-17 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-17 08:04 pm (UTC)That's it exactly! They're both dorks - John for stealing the move and Rodney for recognising it. :D
Thanks!
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on 2007-02-17 08:52 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2007-02-17 09:12 pm (UTC)BTW, I love that icon - Daniel and Dave, two great spacemonkeys. *g*
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on 2007-02-17 09:18 pm (UTC)And thanks for the rec!
Jack and Daniel are naughty monkeys indeed, but they know how to set a scene. *g*
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on 2007-02-17 09:19 pm (UTC)This is my first shot at mirror!sex but will vertainly not be my last. Even the logistics of letting them both watch the action was fun. :D
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on 2007-02-18 05:20 am (UTC)Always the best plan. *grins*