Fic: Kept Still (McKay/Sheppard, NC-17)
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sga_santaTitle: Kept Still
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silkensky
Recipient:sabinelagrande
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17 like whoa
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me
Author's Notes: I was so worried when I read the list of the things you liked, because I didn't think I could do any of them (plus some of them were pretty serious squicks for me), but then you said dirty talk, and I was like, 'I can definitely do that!!' I also tried some D/s, but that's not really my thing, so I don't know how it turned out.
Summary: PWP; warning for rough sex, D/s-ness, talking about bondage
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John stood stock still in the middle of his quarters, knowing that he wouldn't move, despite how much he wanted to. Rodney had told him not to. Listening to the other man speak was pure torture, and Rodney knew it, knew how hard it was to listen and not go to him, without any bonds to rely on. Rodney knew how much John wanted to be on his knees in front of him, knew how John burned to do whatever he wanted, knew how much he ached at being forced to stand here, forced to wait. He also knew that John was seconds away from coming in his pants, and only Rodney's earlier command was holding him back.
"I could tie you down," Rodney mused, his voice soft and smooth and so sharp that John thought he must be bleeding. "Hmm, or up. Would you like that, sweetheart?" The endearment slid around him, so incongruous with the filthy words that stuck to his skin. "Both wrists bound over your head, hanging from the ceiling, just barely able to touch the floor? I can already see you in front of me, completely naked, chest heaving, slick with sweat, muscles straining as you try to hold yourself up." John could see it too, and not only because they'd done it before. Rodney could paint pictures in his mind like no one else, could make him want so fiercely without ever even touching him.
Rodney wasn't done, of course. John knew he was far from any relief, that Rodney would draw it out far past the limits John thought he had, until he only existed for Rodney, for his voice and his touch.
"Even if you didn't want it, even if you didn't like it, you'd do it for me anyway, wouldn't you?" the other man crooned sweetly, and God, yes he would. "You would do absolutely anything I told you to. Any filthy, depraved thing that came to my mind, you would beg me to allow you to do it, to please me." John couldn't contain his whimper at the thought. If he thought it would do any good he would already be begging Rodney, not for his own release, but for Rodney's. It frightened him to think of the things he would do if Rodney asked, so he tried not to.
"I know that's all you want," he continued. "To please me. To be good. You would get on your knees and beg to lick my cock, just lick it." His mouth was watering at the thought and it would be so easy to just fall to his knees. He knew what it would be like, how gloriously full his mouth would feel, how he would have to struggle to take it all the way, how he would choke and gag and cry. Rodney enjoyed making him come in his pants just from fucking his mouth. He liked embarrassing John, calling him a whore, a cockslut, knowing that John couldn't deny it, not with the sticky mess in his jeans.
"You would do anything for the privilege. You would let me fuck your mouth, so deep that you couldn't breathe, and you would love it." It was a physical ache now, the need to touch Rodney, to do what he said. He was going to go insane if he couldn't please the other man, couldn't offer up his body for his pleasure. "Tell me, John," Rodney purred. "Tell me what you would do for me. Tell me what you want."
Oh, John loved this part as much as he hated it. Listening to Rodney say it and knowing it was true is one thing, but saying it himself was another thing entirely. And Rodney knew, of course, knew that he was already blushing, the red traveling all the way down his chest. He knew that he would stumble at first, but by the end he would be saying such nasty, filthy things, that sometimes he surprised them both.
"I- I want to- to touch you," Rodney was smirking behind him, he knew he was. He was watching him, naked and vulnerable in the middle of the room, hard as a rock, because of him.
"Come on John," he crooned. "That's not really it, is it? That's not really what you want."
John swallowed. He was right, of course he was. Rodney was always right. "I want you to touch- to touch me." Nothing but silence, and John somehow scraped up the courage to continue. "To u- use me, use my body."
"Keep going, John," whispered dark and slow in his ear.
"I want you to ignore me," he whispered. "To treat me like nothing. I want you to take me any way you want. I want you to bind me and leave me alone for days." His eyes were prickling, this was the worst part, but they both knew he wouldn't stop. "I want you to hurt me. I want you to mark my skin, to bite me and bruise me and whip me until I can't breathe without thinking of it. I want you to make me cry and scream, to keep going even when I plead for you to stop." Rodney was touching him for the first time, forcing him to bend at the waist, bracing his hands on the wall, legs apart. "I- I want your cock, Rodney. I want it to split me open and tear me apart. I want it to own me. I want to worship it, on my knees, everyday. I want it to be what I live for, breathe for. I want you to keep me."
With no warning, Rodney grasped his hips with bruising force and buried his entire length in John in one brutal thrust, making John scream, the sound raw and ragged, but he still continued to do what Rodney had told him.
"I want to be your whore," he gasped, feeling ridiculous for blushing even now. Rodney hissed with pleasure at the words and tightened his grip, nails pricking half-moon crescents into John's skin. "Your perfect little slut. I want you to fuck me in the gate room," he hiccupped, tears streaming down his face now. "I want you to offer me up to everyone, offer them a free ride with your bitch. I" He whimpered at a particularly vicious thrust. It was so hard to talk now. "I just want to be yours," he sobbed. "Oh - oh, just please, please do it Rodney, I want to come, I need to. Please say it."
"You will always be mine," Rodney growled out, thrusting relentlessly into John. "I own you completely, body mind and soul. There is nothing you can do to escape me, nothing you can possibly do that will ever make me leave you. Ever, John."
John let out one last, gasping sob as he finally came, followed immediately by Rodney, who helped him collapse gently to the ground, and who held him and whispered to him as he cried and shook, who stroked his hands soothingly over his bare back. He let Rodney clean him up, and lead him sleepily to bed.
Tomorrow they would be John and Rodney again, the Colonel and McKay to the rest of the expedition. They would be in a regular -albeit secret - relationship, and they would snipe at each other and John would bring Rodney food, and Rodney would make fun of John's hair and for all the women that would want John and all the mean things Rodney might say, they never had to doubt what they had together.
Author:
silkenskyRecipient:
sabinelagrandePairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17 like whoa
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me
Author's Notes: I was so worried when I read the list of the things you liked, because I didn't think I could do any of them (plus some of them were pretty serious squicks for me), but then you said dirty talk, and I was like, 'I can definitely do that!!' I also tried some D/s, but that's not really my thing, so I don't know how it turned out.
Summary: PWP; warning for rough sex, D/s-ness, talking about bondage
-o-
John stood stock still in the middle of his quarters, knowing that he wouldn't move, despite how much he wanted to. Rodney had told him not to. Listening to the other man speak was pure torture, and Rodney knew it, knew how hard it was to listen and not go to him, without any bonds to rely on. Rodney knew how much John wanted to be on his knees in front of him, knew how John burned to do whatever he wanted, knew how much he ached at being forced to stand here, forced to wait. He also knew that John was seconds away from coming in his pants, and only Rodney's earlier command was holding him back.
"I could tie you down," Rodney mused, his voice soft and smooth and so sharp that John thought he must be bleeding. "Hmm, or up. Would you like that, sweetheart?" The endearment slid around him, so incongruous with the filthy words that stuck to his skin. "Both wrists bound over your head, hanging from the ceiling, just barely able to touch the floor? I can already see you in front of me, completely naked, chest heaving, slick with sweat, muscles straining as you try to hold yourself up." John could see it too, and not only because they'd done it before. Rodney could paint pictures in his mind like no one else, could make him want so fiercely without ever even touching him.
Rodney wasn't done, of course. John knew he was far from any relief, that Rodney would draw it out far past the limits John thought he had, until he only existed for Rodney, for his voice and his touch.
"Even if you didn't want it, even if you didn't like it, you'd do it for me anyway, wouldn't you?" the other man crooned sweetly, and God, yes he would. "You would do absolutely anything I told you to. Any filthy, depraved thing that came to my mind, you would beg me to allow you to do it, to please me." John couldn't contain his whimper at the thought. If he thought it would do any good he would already be begging Rodney, not for his own release, but for Rodney's. It frightened him to think of the things he would do if Rodney asked, so he tried not to.
"I know that's all you want," he continued. "To please me. To be good. You would get on your knees and beg to lick my cock, just lick it." His mouth was watering at the thought and it would be so easy to just fall to his knees. He knew what it would be like, how gloriously full his mouth would feel, how he would have to struggle to take it all the way, how he would choke and gag and cry. Rodney enjoyed making him come in his pants just from fucking his mouth. He liked embarrassing John, calling him a whore, a cockslut, knowing that John couldn't deny it, not with the sticky mess in his jeans.
"You would do anything for the privilege. You would let me fuck your mouth, so deep that you couldn't breathe, and you would love it." It was a physical ache now, the need to touch Rodney, to do what he said. He was going to go insane if he couldn't please the other man, couldn't offer up his body for his pleasure. "Tell me, John," Rodney purred. "Tell me what you would do for me. Tell me what you want."
Oh, John loved this part as much as he hated it. Listening to Rodney say it and knowing it was true is one thing, but saying it himself was another thing entirely. And Rodney knew, of course, knew that he was already blushing, the red traveling all the way down his chest. He knew that he would stumble at first, but by the end he would be saying such nasty, filthy things, that sometimes he surprised them both.
"I- I want to- to touch you," Rodney was smirking behind him, he knew he was. He was watching him, naked and vulnerable in the middle of the room, hard as a rock, because of him.
"Come on John," he crooned. "That's not really it, is it? That's not really what you want."
John swallowed. He was right, of course he was. Rodney was always right. "I want you to touch- to touch me." Nothing but silence, and John somehow scraped up the courage to continue. "To u- use me, use my body."
"Keep going, John," whispered dark and slow in his ear.
"I want you to ignore me," he whispered. "To treat me like nothing. I want you to take me any way you want. I want you to bind me and leave me alone for days." His eyes were prickling, this was the worst part, but they both knew he wouldn't stop. "I want you to hurt me. I want you to mark my skin, to bite me and bruise me and whip me until I can't breathe without thinking of it. I want you to make me cry and scream, to keep going even when I plead for you to stop." Rodney was touching him for the first time, forcing him to bend at the waist, bracing his hands on the wall, legs apart. "I- I want your cock, Rodney. I want it to split me open and tear me apart. I want it to own me. I want to worship it, on my knees, everyday. I want it to be what I live for, breathe for. I want you to keep me."
With no warning, Rodney grasped his hips with bruising force and buried his entire length in John in one brutal thrust, making John scream, the sound raw and ragged, but he still continued to do what Rodney had told him.
"I want to be your whore," he gasped, feeling ridiculous for blushing even now. Rodney hissed with pleasure at the words and tightened his grip, nails pricking half-moon crescents into John's skin. "Your perfect little slut. I want you to fuck me in the gate room," he hiccupped, tears streaming down his face now. "I want you to offer me up to everyone, offer them a free ride with your bitch. I" He whimpered at a particularly vicious thrust. It was so hard to talk now. "I just want to be yours," he sobbed. "Oh - oh, just please, please do it Rodney, I want to come, I need to. Please say it."
"You will always be mine," Rodney growled out, thrusting relentlessly into John. "I own you completely, body mind and soul. There is nothing you can do to escape me, nothing you can possibly do that will ever make me leave you. Ever, John."
John let out one last, gasping sob as he finally came, followed immediately by Rodney, who helped him collapse gently to the ground, and who held him and whispered to him as he cried and shook, who stroked his hands soothingly over his bare back. He let Rodney clean him up, and lead him sleepily to bed.
Tomorrow they would be John and Rodney again, the Colonel and McKay to the rest of the expedition. They would be in a regular -albeit secret - relationship, and they would snipe at each other and John would bring Rodney food, and Rodney would make fun of John's hair and for all the women that would want John and all the mean things Rodney might say, they never had to doubt what they had together.
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Date: 2009-12-19 09:03 pm (UTC)No. Words. You've killed me dead.
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Date: 2009-12-19 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-19 09:19 pm (UTC)I think you wow att this :-)
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Date: 2009-12-19 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-20 02:46 am (UTC)Oh, John, you do think them.... and you come back for more.
Whoa, you give the best Christmas presents!
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Date: 2009-12-22 04:59 am (UTC)For something you aren't comfortable with its amazing. Actually its pretty impressive regardless.
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Date: 2009-12-24 04:56 pm (UTC)Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2009-12-27 10:08 pm (UTC)Can't tell by this that D/s isn't your thing. Very well done!
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Date: 2009-12-29 08:10 pm (UTC)