Title: Start the Day
Author: Coreopsis
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: NC-17
Date: October 28, 2004
Disclaimer: They're not mine so I'm not making anything or hurting anybody.
Note: Just a little ficlet written for Nemoinis because Rodney looks like a snuggler.
Feedback of any type welcome coreopsis@gmail.com.
Upon waking, John's first thought is hot, heat, who turned up the thermostat, but then his brain kicks into gear and it's Rodney. He moves Rodney's hand off the side of his face and down to his chest, and Rodney is such a heavy sleeper that this doesn't wake him up. In fact, nothing short of an emergency klaxon or a full fledged blow job will wake up Rodney when he's really committed to sleeping. John had fun finding out that bit of information, and Rodney did too when he finally woke up with his cock half-way down John's throat.
Rodney's thigh nestles between John's like it belongs there and for a moment John marvels that he'd ever considered Rodney prickly and untouchable. Once John had gotten past his defenses, Rodney turned out to be very touchable--a snuggler, a cuddler, a canoodler even. And the fact that he can stop talking and just kiss for hours was perhaps the best surprise of all.
Rodney mumbles something unintelligible and shifts his hips against John's ass, still sound asleep but already sporting his usual morning erection. Rodney's fingers burrow into John's chest hair with a little petting motion, and John looks at the clock wondering if anyone will notice if they just stay in bed for the next three or four hours. Unfortunately, Dr. Weir frowns on the team leader and the scientific expert not showing up for pre-mission briefings. But maybe a few more minutes won't matter.
This is nice. More than nice, it's comforting to wake up with someone after being alone for so long. When he and Rodney had first started dancing around each other, John never would have imagined it would come to this. They'd taken turns running from whichever bed they were in, until John forgot who'd even started it and who might have been running in self-defense. The important thing, the thing he'd never forget no matter if they made it back to Earth or stayed in Atlantis and he died a very old man, that thing was...Rodney had been the one who stayed. He'd stopped running and wrapped himself around John so tightly that that early stuff didn't matter any more.
Rodney makes tiny little waking up noises and rubs his cheek against John's shoulder, whiskers scratching almost pleasantly. His mouth, the snarky lopsided mouth that John can never seem to get enough of, curves into a smile and then purses and presses against John's skin softly. It almost feels unintentional, like a natural reaction to being pressed against John's shoulder is to kiss it.
John shifts over onto his back and ends up half-underneath Rodney, who raises his head, blinks down at John and mutters, "Coffee?"
"Not yet," John whispers, feeling sort of silly for not speaking in a normal tone of voice. But it's morning and the light of an alien sun is just starting to peek through the window and that somehow calls for whispers.
"Oh." Rodney blinks again and some of the fuzzy disappointment on his face dissipates. His eyes focus on John's mouth and his hand on John's chest moves with more purpose. "Oh. Do we have to get up right now?"
John stares at Rodney and nods slowly, hating it but resigned, but before he can say anything, Rodney places a close-mouthed kiss on John's lips and his hand skims over John's belly and straight to his cock. Rodney buries his face in the crook of John's neck as he circles John's cock with his fingers and starts to stroke, slow and gentle as if he's in no hurry. John wraps his hand around Rodney's wrist and urges him to go faster, almost too distracted by Rodney's tongue licking his throat to say, "We don't have time for slow."
When Rodney's got the rhythm, John licks his hand and snakes it between them and returns the favor. It's all so slick and quick and so good he's tempted to never leave this bed again. But then he'd be missing out on playing with Rodney in the shower, sharing MREs on some distant planet, and hanging out on the balcony watching the sun set with two feet between them that still feels like cuddling in some crazy way.
He comes with a silent shudder and Rodney murmurs his name and rubs his face against John's collarbone while he comes a moment or two later. John wraps his arms around Rodney's back and gives him a squeeze that Rodney returns with a sticky hand that makes John screw up his face in sort of mock disgust.
"Oops." Rodney looks not the least bit contrite as he licks the smear of come off John's arm and rolls over onto his back. He smiles at the ceiling and says "Good morning" in a chipper voice.
"Yeah." John sits up, scrubs at his face with the heel of his hand, and then looks over his shoulder. "By the way, in case I've never mentioned it, I'm glad you stayed."
"Me too." Rodney sits up and says, "So does this mean I get the shower first?"
"Like hell you do," John smirks, jumping to his feet and making it to the bathroom door before Rodney can even get his legs over the side of the bed. He looks back and says, "But I'm willing to share."
"Get the water started, I'll be right there." John watches Rodney climb out of bed and stretch until his bones pop and forgets that there was ever any other way to start the day.
The end.
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