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Class 6 by Dianann (NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
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ladyflowdi
Author Website: Dianann's SGA Fics at Wraithbait
Why this must be read: On one level this is a smoking-hot melt-the-Antarctic-ice PWP with John and Rodney meeting as strangers at McMurdo's equivalent of a base liquor store and ending up with a one-night stand. Except it's also a lot more than that.
Rodney knows how to have a one-night stand. There are rules and expectations, and as usual, John Sheppard manages to mess up all of Rodney's carefully laid (no pun intended) plans. It's hot and touching and perfect.
One Night Stands, especially between men, had rules. Regulations. In a lot of ways, it was more strict than any military code could ever hope to achieve. No excessive touching. Lube -- lots of it, and condoms, and a good, solid fucking over the nearest flat surface. Maybe a reach-around, if the top was feeling generous, but Rodney had experienced this enough times to know just how to bring himself off with only one hand braced to whatever surface he was bent over, and how loud to bellow if he couldn't. No post coital touching, save for a pat on the shoulder. It was choreographed, practically memorized by any man who knew how to get his pleasure, especially in the closed ranks of the military and those owned by it.
Rodney had only a second to realize that Flyboys who got sent to Antarctica didn't play by the rules. It should have been obvious, what with the hair, and the flip-flops, and the stupid wrist bands. The clues had been there, but Rodney had been too busy looking at other, much more interesting aspects of the design to put it together.
His professors in Grad school had always told him he had a one track mind.
Rodney had no way to prepare himself because just as suddenly as John had showed up, he was kissing Rodney so hard Rodney was sure his lower lip was going to split.
John's mouth was hotter than the hottest depths of hell. His tongue, forked for all Rodney knew, did things to his mouth that Rodney had forgotten existed. Hell, had never known existed, considering his experience included geek make out parties and freaky, horny Russian women. Kissing like this wasn't meant for One Night Stands; it was for other things, loving things, things that brought memories better left buried to the surface and made Rodney's fingers fist tight in John's parka. That mouth took, and devastated, and Rodney hated him, just a little, when he finally wrenched free. "What... the hell...do you... think you're doing?!"
"Kissing you," John said, mouth bruised and red. He smirked, smug, defiant. "Got a problem with that?"
"Yes, I do! Have a problem, that is! Just... get on with it!"
"I don't think so. In fact, I think I'm going to kiss you some more," John announced, and with more strength than Rodney thought that wiry, skinny body had, held Rodney's head just so and took him under again.
Read the Story / Feedback the Author: Class 6
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Author on LJ:
ladyflowdiAuthor Website: Dianann's SGA Fics at Wraithbait
Why this must be read: On one level this is a smoking-hot melt-the-Antarctic-ice PWP with John and Rodney meeting as strangers at McMurdo's equivalent of a base liquor store and ending up with a one-night stand. Except it's also a lot more than that.
Rodney knows how to have a one-night stand. There are rules and expectations, and as usual, John Sheppard manages to mess up all of Rodney's carefully laid (no pun intended) plans. It's hot and touching and perfect.
One Night Stands, especially between men, had rules. Regulations. In a lot of ways, it was more strict than any military code could ever hope to achieve. No excessive touching. Lube -- lots of it, and condoms, and a good, solid fucking over the nearest flat surface. Maybe a reach-around, if the top was feeling generous, but Rodney had experienced this enough times to know just how to bring himself off with only one hand braced to whatever surface he was bent over, and how loud to bellow if he couldn't. No post coital touching, save for a pat on the shoulder. It was choreographed, practically memorized by any man who knew how to get his pleasure, especially in the closed ranks of the military and those owned by it.
Rodney had only a second to realize that Flyboys who got sent to Antarctica didn't play by the rules. It should have been obvious, what with the hair, and the flip-flops, and the stupid wrist bands. The clues had been there, but Rodney had been too busy looking at other, much more interesting aspects of the design to put it together.
His professors in Grad school had always told him he had a one track mind.
Rodney had no way to prepare himself because just as suddenly as John had showed up, he was kissing Rodney so hard Rodney was sure his lower lip was going to split.
John's mouth was hotter than the hottest depths of hell. His tongue, forked for all Rodney knew, did things to his mouth that Rodney had forgotten existed. Hell, had never known existed, considering his experience included geek make out parties and freaky, horny Russian women. Kissing like this wasn't meant for One Night Stands; it was for other things, loving things, things that brought memories better left buried to the surface and made Rodney's fingers fist tight in John's parka. That mouth took, and devastated, and Rodney hated him, just a little, when he finally wrenched free. "What... the hell...do you... think you're doing?!"
"Kissing you," John said, mouth bruised and red. He smirked, smug, defiant. "Got a problem with that?"
"Yes, I do! Have a problem, that is! Just... get on with it!"
"I don't think so. In fact, I think I'm going to kiss you some more," John announced, and with more strength than Rodney thought that wiry, skinny body had, held Rodney's head just so and took him under again.
Read the Story / Feedback the Author: Class 6