'The Safe Word', 500 words for
slashthedrabble challenge #42 - It Hurts
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Author: darkhavens
Title: The Safe Word
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard of Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Words: 500
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Bondage, a highly effective safe word.
Summary: Rodney can be a very toppy bottom.
Notes: This is my McShep porn cherry being popped. It can only get kinkier. *g*
Beta: Quick and dirty beta performed by
kitty_poker1.
The Safe Word
"Oh! Oh, God, that hurts." Rodney moaned and shuddered and John froze in indecision.
"You stopped. Why did you stop? Did I tell you you could stop?" Rodney tried to surge up and back in an effort to drive John deeper, but John had done an expert job of tying him into position, and all he managed was a negligible twitch.
"You said it hurt."
"Yes, yes, and--?" With a sigh, Rodney resigned himself to explaining things again.
"This is the reason we agreed on a safe word before we started. The only time you should ever stop is when you hear that word. Or maybe," he muttered softly, "you've decided to add to your sexual repertoire, because frankly, stopping like that while I'm trussed up like a turkey and this turned on? That truly is the definition of sadism!"
He twitched again and then clenched down hard on John's erection, buried deep - but still not deep enough - inside his body. The rough Athosian blanket chafed his knees and scratched his shoulders, abrading his left cheek and temple as he knelt, unable to move.
"Remember what we chose to be the safe word, John?" He clenched again as John reflexively pulled back. "Remember the way it caused us both to wilt when we tried it out? Until you hear me call that out, keep doing what you're doing. But do it hard, and do it now, John. Fuck me, dammit!"
The harness of knotted ropes, leather straps and military webbing drew John's attention from Rodney's heart-shaped ass to his bound hands, each lashed tightly to a corresponding lushly muscled thigh. He still couldn't quite believe that this was all for him - his toy, his carnal playground, because Rodney said it was.
"Are you still awake back there?"
The snarky though impeccably politely phrased query easily snapped John out of his 'Mine! All mine!' reverie. With a feral grin, John began to move.
Hands trained by combat tightened painfully on pale hips as John held onto Rodney as though he'd never let him go. He lost himself in taking what he wanted, rutting, riding hard. His tongue traced random patterns on salt-sweet skin between the bonds. Rodney tasted like heaven. And chocolate-covered pretzels.
Each furious slam of concave belly against buttocks sent Rodney sliding forward with a whimper, gasp or groan. Skin, hypersensitive from friction, kept his nerve ends singing, a symphony of overblown sensation he wouldn't, couldn't, fight. The pressure in his chest expanded, swelled to swallow him whole, and his limbs began to tremble from the strain.
"Oh God, John, I… I… Oh! Yes!" And then words and thought and meaning were beyond him as he whited out.
* * * * * * *
"So, you really liked that, huh?" John's droll words accompanied Rodney's slow return to consciousness, and he huffed happily in response.
"It's freeing, liberating. I think it feels like flying. You should try it next time."
"Huh. Maybe. But really, Rodney, Kavanagh?"
"It's the most effective safe word I've ever had!"
Title: The Safe Word
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard of Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Words: 500
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Bondage, a highly effective safe word.
Summary: Rodney can be a very toppy bottom.
Notes: This is my McShep porn cherry being popped. It can only get kinkier. *g*
Beta: Quick and dirty beta performed by
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The Safe Word
"Oh! Oh, God, that hurts." Rodney moaned and shuddered and John froze in indecision.
"You stopped. Why did you stop? Did I tell you you could stop?" Rodney tried to surge up and back in an effort to drive John deeper, but John had done an expert job of tying him into position, and all he managed was a negligible twitch.
"You said it hurt."
"Yes, yes, and--?" With a sigh, Rodney resigned himself to explaining things again.
"This is the reason we agreed on a safe word before we started. The only time you should ever stop is when you hear that word. Or maybe," he muttered softly, "you've decided to add to your sexual repertoire, because frankly, stopping like that while I'm trussed up like a turkey and this turned on? That truly is the definition of sadism!"
He twitched again and then clenched down hard on John's erection, buried deep - but still not deep enough - inside his body. The rough Athosian blanket chafed his knees and scratched his shoulders, abrading his left cheek and temple as he knelt, unable to move.
"Remember what we chose to be the safe word, John?" He clenched again as John reflexively pulled back. "Remember the way it caused us both to wilt when we tried it out? Until you hear me call that out, keep doing what you're doing. But do it hard, and do it now, John. Fuck me, dammit!"
The harness of knotted ropes, leather straps and military webbing drew John's attention from Rodney's heart-shaped ass to his bound hands, each lashed tightly to a corresponding lushly muscled thigh. He still couldn't quite believe that this was all for him - his toy, his carnal playground, because Rodney said it was.
"Are you still awake back there?"
The snarky though impeccably politely phrased query easily snapped John out of his 'Mine! All mine!' reverie. With a feral grin, John began to move.
Hands trained by combat tightened painfully on pale hips as John held onto Rodney as though he'd never let him go. He lost himself in taking what he wanted, rutting, riding hard. His tongue traced random patterns on salt-sweet skin between the bonds. Rodney tasted like heaven. And chocolate-covered pretzels.
Each furious slam of concave belly against buttocks sent Rodney sliding forward with a whimper, gasp or groan. Skin, hypersensitive from friction, kept his nerve ends singing, a symphony of overblown sensation he wouldn't, couldn't, fight. The pressure in his chest expanded, swelled to swallow him whole, and his limbs began to tremble from the strain.
"Oh God, John, I… I… Oh! Yes!" And then words and thought and meaning were beyond him as he whited out.
"So, you really liked that, huh?" John's droll words accompanied Rodney's slow return to consciousness, and he huffed happily in response.
"It's freeing, liberating. I think it feels like flying. You should try it next time."
"Huh. Maybe. But really, Rodney, Kavanagh?"
"It's the most effective safe word I've ever had!"
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on 2005-09-10 10:16 pm (UTC)I love the concept. I love the writing. I love it all.
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on 2005-09-10 10:19 pm (UTC)Ooh, nice.
And, hrmmm, that last little bit is in an utterly differnt text size and font.
Huh.
But! Smut! And good smut!
:)
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on 2005-09-10 10:22 pm (UTC)Rrrawr! Very nice.
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on 2005-09-10 10:26 pm (UTC)Yes, v. effective. XD I heartheartheart BossyBottom!Rodney.
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on 2005-09-10 10:28 pm (UTC)I don't understand why the formatting went wonky for you, it looked fine for me. I always save my work as a text file so there's no hidden formatting, and the only thing that separates those two chunks of text is a hairline, which I have now replaced with centered asterisks. Does it look okay now?
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on 2005-09-10 10:29 pm (UTC)I decided it was time write my first McPorn. *g*
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on 2005-09-10 10:30 pm (UTC)Thanks! :D
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on 2005-09-10 10:31 pm (UTC)*LOL* As soon as they'd said that even the thought of the safe word wilted them, I KNEW what it was gonna be, but still! Thank you for sharing!
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on 2005-09-10 10:36 pm (UTC)Kavanagh really is the ultimate safe word, guaranteed to wilt any hard-on at a hundred paces. *g*
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on 2005-09-10 10:38 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2005-09-10 10:39 pm (UTC)"Huh. Maybe. But really, Rodney, Kavanagh?"
"It's the most effective safe word I've ever had!"
And I just got the worst (best?) picture in my head of things going just a little bit to far and Rodney yelling out Kavanagh to get John to stop and Zeleka or someone walking by and thinking Rodney's having sex with Kavanagh, or masturbating to the thought of him, and rumors spreading all over Atlantis about it. (And, ok, it wasn't so much a still picture as a mini-motion picture.)
~ Morgaine
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on 2005-09-10 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-10 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-10 11:15 pm (UTC)And yes, it does look fine now. Too odd.
I think it's some strange LJ thing.
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on 2005-09-10 11:17 pm (UTC)~ Morgaine
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on 2005-09-10 11:40 pm (UTC)i decided to not ever write porn again after my first. meh. i'm no good with porn.
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on 2005-09-11 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-11 12:02 am (UTC)However, promise me you will NEVER mention sex and Kavanagh in the same piece again. I mean it. I'm already with flu and a bloaty head, I don't need the added horror.
::smooch::
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on 2005-09-11 12:59 am (UTC)This is perfect Rodney. And the ending? Bwahahaha! :)
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on 2005-09-11 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-11 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-09-11 01:37 am (UTC)Just the thought of him+sex=ew. *g*
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on 2005-09-11 01:38 am (UTC)I'm sure, now I've written one, more McPorn will follow. Tis the nature of the beast. *g*
As for Rodney being tame? Well, he's trying to ease John into his kinky side gradually. ;0
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on 2005-09-11 01:39 am (UTC)I promise. :D
Thanks, darlin'!
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on 2005-09-11 01:46 am (UTC)