June 2nd, 2007 (02:49 pm)
Coat Check
Stargate Atlantis
John/Rodney
(For
mcshep_match--the extended version cause I wanted to write more than 100 words. *grins*)
Rodney’s eyes are wide as John strips off his clothes. "You can't be serious."
John's looking at Rodney like he's the most expensive piece of chocolate and the best mug of coffee in the world all rolled into one. Rodney feels himself getting hard just from that look.
"We can't do this here," Rodney hisses, backing away from John as he stalks closer, all long lean lines and naked golden skin. Rodney's eyes fall to John's cock, standing hard and proud and he knows he's a goner even as his back hits the wall.
John doesn't say anything, just reaches for the button on Rodney's pants. Rodney's breath hitches and he bats John's hands away stripping himself faster than John can as he mutters, "Okay, okay--but if any of our wedding guests walk in here..."
John presses his full body against Rodney, lets his leg slip between his husband's and grins. "Shut up, Rodney," John murmurs, lowering his head to Rodney's bare shoulder, "you're ruining the honeymoon."
Rodney snorts, wrapping his arms around John and leaning his head back against the wall to give John better access to his neck. "If you think fucking in the coat check room at the Hilton in the middle of our wedding reception with 75 of our closest friends in the next room constitutes a honeymoon..."
John drops to his knees and anything else Rodney was going to say dies on his lips. With a cocky smirk, John leans in and nips Rodney's exposed hip, hands sliding up Rodney's thighs. "This is just the pre-game," John mumbles against Rodney's hip with a grin that promises more.