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Ficlet #1 (SGA, J/R), posted after HOURS of fighting to get the stupid rich text mode turned off. Sigh. ;-)

Adult, ~2000 words for stungunbilly, who didn't quite get what she asked for. *grins*



"No way, Colonel Kitty," Rodney said, scrambling backwards and away from Sheppard. "I don't care, I'm not doing it when you're like this!"

Like this was drugged. At dinner, the Zingari served important guests a tea made of some weird root that had caused Sheppard go all languid and wide-eyed.

"What did you do to him?" Rodney had snapped at Fuld, the Zingarian mayor. They hadn't quite finished with their meals, and Rodney had to keep pulling Sheppard's hands off his thigh.

Fuld had beamed. "The leet tea," he said happily. "In a very lucky few, it brings out an animal spirit."

"Is the animal usually in rut?" Ronon had asked, eyeing Rodney as John leaned over and nipped sharply at Rodney's ear, making him yelp.

"In the fewest of the few! Truly, John Sheppard is very blessed!"

"Right," Rodney had said, peeling John's hand away from his crotch. "Blessed."

Ronon and Teyla had helped him get Sheppard away from the dining hall and to the rooms Fuld had assigned them for the night, but privacy hadn't helped matters any. Sheppard was all questing hands and languid kisses, soft sighs in Rodney's ear.

"Colonel Kitty?" Teyla asked. "Is a kitty not--"

Rodney grabbed Sheppard's wrists as he made an attempt to undo Rodney's pants. "I take it back. Colonel Sheppard's inner animal is clearly a tomcat."

Teyla's brows furrowed lightly. "Tomcat?"

"Tomcat! A randy male cat, with more hormones than brain cells," Rodney said. "One of the most annoying creatures on Earth!"

Ronon narrowed his eyes. "Thought you liked cats."

Rodney snorted. "That doesn't mean I want to be molested by them--hey! Sheppard! Hands to yourself!"

"You like being molested by Sheppard," Ronon said, and shrugged when Rodney glared at him.

"When he's in his right mind," Rodney said. "Not, not--have you looked at his eyes? He's got to be half out of his head!" Sheppard's eyes had gone feline too, a bright mix of amber and green, with huge dark pupils.

"I'm still here," Sheppard said, surprisingly calm and collected for a guy who was currently trying to undo his pants despite Rodney's tight grip on his wrists. "I'm not that wasted, Rodney. I'm just--mmm."

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Oh, mmm. Well, that's okay then. By the way, does mmm mean crazy? Because you're not--haha, catatonic--"

"I believe we will leave you now," Teyla said, and smiled at them before heading for the door. "Ronon?"

Ronon said, "On Sateda--"

"Oh no, no stories," Rodney said. "On Sateda, you were all big hairy perverts, I get it. But I am not--the two of you need to help me out here!"

Ronon shrugged and followed Teyla. "You don't really want us to," he said, and shut the door.

"Finally," Sheppard said, going to work on their pants again. He leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against Rodney's, stubble rasping, and made a happy sound in the back of his throat. "C'mon, Rodney. You heard Ronon. You're okay here."

"Oh, I'm supposed to go with this because Ronon said it was okay?"

"You could go with this because I really need to touch you," Sheppard said, and nipped lightly at Rodney's neck before nuzzling him him, making Rodney shiver. and that was part of the problem. All this touch. They had sex, yes, good sex, on a regular basis, but it wasn't--Sheppard had never nuzzled him before.

Sheppard sighed against his neck, then twisted his arms, breaking Rodney's hold on his wrists. But he didn't go for their pants again. He wrapped his arms around Rodney instead, hands moving slow over Rodney's back. Rodney tried to stay stiff and tense but couldn't with Sheppard's hands finding every tight place and rubbing it loose.

"Just this once," Rodney said, and kissed Sheppard when he grinned.

*

Rodney was used to charging ahead during sex with Sheppard--a hot kiss, hands stripping clothes, stumbling to the bed, blowjobs, frottage, maybe fucking, and then panting, sweaty collapse. A post-coital nap without a lot of skin-to-skin contact, because it wasn't like either of them were big on clingy. Then maybe they'd go get something to eat, or go back to work. Simple.

But apparently, Sheppard's inner feline had different ideas. By the time Sheppard pushed him down on the bed, Rodney's mouth felt hot and swollen, and he was still half-dressed. He was also soft, because Sheppard had sucked him off pretty much the instant Rodney had let him undo his zipper.

Sheppard helped him pull his shirt off his shoulders and ran his hands over them and down his arms, twined their fingers together before reversing his path. He tugged Rodney's pants and boxers down his legs, slow, touching his thighs and knees, calves and ankles and feet, like he'd never seen Rodney naked before and found every part of him fascinating.

He didn't seem to care that he was still wearing everything but his weapons when he urged Rodney to lie down, but Rodney said, "Uh-uh, no way, you know I have sensitive skin," and Sheppard rolled his eyes and stripped, the first fast, efficient thing he'd done since before dinner.

Then he knelt over Rodney's hips and pinched his nipples, and Rodney gasped. "Guess you are sensitive," Sheppard said, grinning, and kissed him again before wandering off down Rodney's neck with his mouth, exploring.

Rodney tried to hold still. Sheppard pressed what had to be a hundred curious kisses down his chest, freaking him out a little and making him feel impatient. But every time Sheppard nipped him lightly, his hips jerked, and when Sheppard rubbed his stubbly cheek against Rodney's abdomen, he almost jumped out of his skin. Sheppard laughed at him and bit his hip and Rodney's knee jerked reflexively.

"You think you could hurry up before one of us ends up with a serious injury?" Rodney said, glaring down at the top of Sheppard's head.

"No, I really couldn't," Sheppard said, and licked Rodney's thigh.

"You're going to get my knee in your nose, and bone fragments are going to pierce your brain and kill you," Rodney said. "Knock it off!"

"Okay," Sheppard said, and moved to Rodney's side, palming his hip and urging him to roll over.

"Finally," Rodney said and rolled, then shifted to his knees. "Do you have lube? Because I didn't think to pack any for an off-world mission."

"Mmm," Sheppard said, and licked from the top of Rodney's ass to the back of his neck, which he bit, which sent Rodney into a spasm that almost knocked both of them off the bed.

Sheppard was just laughing again, and pulled Rodney back up to his knees so that he could nibble his way back down his spine. "This isn't funny," Rodney said, panting. He was already more than half-hard, which happened, yes, but not so often anymore. And usually not without some direct stimulation, something other than these infuriating, teasing touches.

"It is, actually." Sheppard shifted again and then his hands were on Rodney's ass. Rodney pushed back against him, ready for something more already, and Sheppard squeezed, said, "I just want to...."

"What?" Rodney said, and yelped as Sheppard licked his ass. "John!"

Sheppard was laughing, near-silent chuckles that felt strange, all hot breath and vibration on Rodney's skin. "You like that?"

"No!" He twisted his hips, trying to shake Sheppard's hands off him, but stilled when Sheppard licked him again. He buried his face against his forearm and said, "Okay, maybe. But don't ever let me think about it!"

"You got it," Sheppard said and licked him one last time before shuffling closer and pulling Rodney up off his elbows, draping himself over Rodney's back. He rested his cheek against Rodney's shoulderblade and sighed, rocking his hips against Rodney's ass, like he was perfectly content to do just that, when Rodney was going insane.

"Lube," he said, and Sheppard mumbled, "Nightstand." Some things were, apparently, universal. Rodney stretched, grunting as he tried to support his weight and Sheppard's weight with one arm, and scrabbled a little glass jar off the table by the bed. "Use it."

Sheppard did, without shifting much of his weight off of Rodney, sliding two fingers inside him even as he nuzzled Rodney's back and that was it, that was enough, Rodney barely waited out the burn before saying, "More." He could feel Sheppard grinning as a third finger slipped inside him. Uncomfortable, but it eased fast, and he said, "Enough," and pushed back, bucking his hips to get Sheppard upright already.

"Lazy, lazy, lazy," he complained, and then Sheppard knelt up and guided himself in, and Rodney said, "Oh."

"Oh," Sheppard said, agreeing, and thrust slowly, deep, again, setting up a rhythm that had Rodney cursing. Sheppard was hitting his prostate enough to bring his erection all the way back, but not fast enough or hard enough to bring either of them off. How he could stand it, Rodney didn't know. He tried to reach for himself but Sheppard pushed his hand away, away again, and then leaned forward to pin Rodney's hands under his.

The angle changed and Sheppard's thrusts went shallow. Rodney groaned, beginning to believe that he was going to be endlessly frustrated, that of course Sheppard's animal spirit would be a cat, because no other creature in any galaxy could be so determined to piss him off.

"John," he said, helplessly pushing his hips back. "Come on!"

Sheppard stopped, took a deep breath, another, and then let go of Rodney's hands, let go completely, at last, and started to thrust hard and fast.

Rodney groaned and dropped back down to his elbows. Sheppard reached for his dick and started to jerk him off, and that was all he needed to go over the edge while Sheppard held still, waited him out, stroking him more gently until he was done.

"Now," Rodney demanded, panting, and Sheppard thrust hard once more, twice, and finally came.

*

Afterwards, despite the fact that they were both sticky and more than a little gross, Sheppard twined himself around Rodney and held on.

"Don't you dare fall asleep," Rodney said, poking his shoulder. "I want you awake until all of that tea is out of your system. It would be just like you to fall asleep and never wake up again!"

"No, it wouldn't," Sheppard said, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Plus I think it's all worn off."

Rodney frowned and struggled to push far enough back to really search Sheppard's face. His eyes were normal again, darker than at dinner. "When did that happen? Why didn't you tell me? Did you want me to think you were minutes away from a drug-induced coma?"

"A while ago, I was a little busy, and no." Sheppard rubbed the palm of his hand over Rodney's hip. "You know, you're not always that pushy."

"You're not always that annoying."

"Really? Maybe I should try harder." Sheppard raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"Don't get any ideas," Rodney said, but didn't push back when Sheppard drew him closer again, pressed against each other from chest to toe. It felt surprisingly good. Rodney closed his eyes.

"I won't," Sheppard murmured, arranging himself more comfortably and then sighing, his rib cage expanding under Rodney's arm. "Rodney?"

Rodney grunted.

"Colonel Kitty?"