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Lucky Bastard

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Title: Lucky Bastard

Author: chelle

Author's email: chelle@chelle.slashcity.org

Author's URL: http://chelle.slashcity.org/

Fandom: Atlantis

Archive: Ask first

Rating: NC 17

AN: Written for Danvers, just 'cause.

Rodney McKay was a lucky bastard.

Carson Beckett had reached that conclusion the day he'd discovered that one dark-haired, outrageously attractive Air Force major was responsible for the lube that kept disappearing from the infirmary. Suddenly, the major's tendency to find Rodney amusing rather than annoying made perfect sense.

Watching them now, he was inclined to refine his conclusion to incredibly lucky bastard.

The major evidently felt that the best way to ease the discomfort of cracked ribs was to crawl into his lover's infirmary bed in the dead of night and perform fellatio. As a physician, it wasn't a treatment Carson could recommend, but as a man…

Rodney clearly agreed with this particular regimen. His eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip to keep from crying out. One of his hands was moving restlessly through Major Sheppard's hair, but other than that he was completely still.

The major was moving. He was kneeling between Rodney's legs and his entire upper body was moving as he slid his mouth up and down Rodney's cock.

The sight of the major's mouth and Rodney's cock had Carson so hard it hurt. Carson hadn't ever seen Rodney hard, and you couldn't really tell much from a flaccid penis. Hard, Rodney was attractive, solid and smooth looking. Carson almost wanted to taste him himself.

Almost. Attractive cock or not, he was still Rodney. And Carson preferred not to have sex with people whose primary method of communication appeared to be sniping. It was too much like sleeping with himself.

The major, the major was a different story, sexy and charming, with an offbeat sense of humor and one hell of a mouth. Carson would have done the major in a heartbeat.

Then he'd seen Rodney's face in the control room. Everyone lost people. It was one of life's unavoidable tragedies, but to lose him the way Rodney had almost lost the major…

"John," Rodney whispered, opening his eyes.

The major looked up at him for a moment, and then moved to kiss him. They took their time with it, coming together then parting and coming together again. Carson knew he should turn away. It would be the right thing to do, the ethical thing. He stayed where he was.

Drawing back, the major touched Rodney's cheek with his fingers. Then he returned to his place between Rodney's legs.

"John," Rodney said again. John lifted his head, and Rodney added, "I want to do you too."

John shook his head. "Not tonight. Once you're out of here."

Rodney looked like he was about to protest, but then he gave a half-shake of his head. "All right, but once I'm better I am sucking your brains out your dick."

"Is that how you got to be so smart?"

Rodney started to laugh and then covered his ribs with his arm. "Ow. Don’t make me laugh."

"Sorry," John said, but he didn't look sorry. "Can I make you come now?"

"If you have to," Rodney said with a sigh.

"I can leave."

"Don't you dare."

"What do you want me to do, Rodney?" Just the tone of the major's voice was enough to make Carson's dick ache.

Rodney stroked his hand through the major's hair, and then guided his mouth back down. "I want you to suck me."

"What about licking? Is licking allowed?"

"If you insist."

John pressed the tip of his tongue to the slit in Rodney's cock. "I insist." His voice was playful sin, but the look on his face was pure affection.

Carson stepped back and drew in a deep breath.

Rodney McKay was a very lucky bastard.