I've Seen You Looking

by Nomelon

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Sheppard/McKay, mild Sheppard/Ronon

Rating: R

Setting: no spoilers

Summary: John catches Rodney unawares.

A/N: sardonicsmiley did the first lines meme here and somehow I ended up writing SGA fic. McSheppy SGA fic. *disbelief* This is a little rough and ready and full of silly cliché, but look! SGA fic!

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John's voice is gravel rough, a warm wet rasp against Rodney's neck, chapped lips dragging against overheated skin, "Gonna fuck you all night."

Rodney promptly falls out of his chair, scattering his research notes everywhere. "Major!" he shrieks, staring up at John with wide, horrified eyes as he scrambles away in an ungraceful backwards crab-crawl.

"Come on, Rodney," John drawls, pushing Rodney's vacated chair out of the way, shoving it across the room where it collides with a empty work station. "I've seen you looking."

"Looking?" Rodney says, and he can't quite seem to drag it down an octave to anything more manly than a high-pitched squeak.

"Sure," John says, and Rodney's never heard him talk like this before. It's whiskey and honey poured over sun-warmed wood. It's lust and need and want, and John sounds so damn sure of himself that Rodney catches himself half-believing it. "Always looking at me. Checking me out. Always bitching at me when I get the girl. I know you want me."

"I... I... I most certainly do not!" Rodney's shoulders hit the wall and he clambers to his feet, keeping his back to the wall and never taking his eyes off John.

"Rodney," John says, spreading his hands and tilting his head like he's the most reasonable guy in the Pegasus Galaxy. "There's no need to be coy. I just want to make you feel good."

"What? Why? I mean..." Rodney swallows heavily. "You do?"

John nods, deliberate and disturbingly alluring as he walks slowly forward. "Want to touch you. Get my hands on your skin. Want to kiss you, Rodney. Taste you. Taste you everywhere." He doesn't stop when they're toe to toe, just puts his hands on the wall on either side of Rodney's head, boxing him in as he leans right into Rodney's space, close enough that they're sharing air, close enough that Rodney can feel the heat pouring off John's skin. "Want to suck you. Make you come. Want to fuck you, Rodney. Or you can fuck me if you want. Any way you want me."

He ducks his head and Rodney's whole body lurches when he thinks that John is going to kiss him, but instead John just noses against Rodney's jaw, one of his hands falling to settle on Rodney's hip, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Rodney has to wet his lips to speak. "You really talk like this?" he asks, and hates the way that it comes out shaky and breathless.

John lifts his head, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, somehow managing to look utterly guileless. "Just tellin' you what I want, Rodney." His words are warm against Rodney's mouth, and Rodney knows, knows for a fact, that he's gone completely insane, because when John leans in, Rodney's eyes flutter closed.

The sound of the door opening across the lab jolts Rodney back and away.

"There you are," Ronon says, making a beeline for John. "Time to go back to your quarters, Major Sheppard," he says, like he's talking to a child.

Rodney blinks as John pouts -- actually pouts -- and tries to hide behind Rodney, his hands promptly straying to places that make Rodney jerk and let out a startled little peep.

"No," John says, "not going. Wanna stay here with Rodney." He punctuates his sentence with a little nibble behind Rodney's ear that for a split-second has Rodney leaning into it before he realises what he's doing and leaps away from John's advances.

"McKay," Ronon says by way of greeting, looking mightily amused.

Rodney glances back and forth between them, feeling out of his depth, feeling like there's something going on here that someone has neglected to tell him.

"What is this?" he asks Ronon. "What's wrong with him?"

Because clearly John isn't acting like himself. Clearly.

"The Selatrian delegates insisted on honouring Sheppard with some of their thrice-blessed holy wine," Ronon explains.

"And it did this to him?" Rodney asks, a little appalled.

Ronon grins, his eyes crinkling. "You should see Dr Weir."

"Elizabeth? She's..." Rodney makes some kind of all-encompassing gesture, because the thought of Elizabeth behaving like this...

"She got up on the table and tried to do some kind of interpretive dance with seven veils," Ronon says. "It was really..." He smirks and gets a faraway look in his eyes. "Entertaining."

Ronon moves without warning, pulling off some neat little manoeuvre that probably only Teyla would have seen coming, and he has John under one arm and already halfway out of the room before Rodney has time to draw breath.

"No," John says, struggling when he realises what's happening, bringing Ronon to a standstill. "No, wanna stay. Wanna stay with Rodney. I want..."

John gets a calculating look in his eye, drawing back just enough to look Ronon up and down, real slow. Then he licks his lips.

Rodney opens his mouth to protest, his finger already in the air, then comes to a screeching halt when he realises what he's doing, and tucks the offending finger behind his back, out of sight, out of mind.

John shoves his hands under Ronon's shirt as Rodney watches, expecting epic violence, but Ronon just rolls his eyes and grins again as he plants his palm on John's head and holds him at arm's length.

"You are never going to live this one down," Ronon tells him as John makes an abortive grab for Ronon's belt buckle.

"McKay," Ronon says with a nod of departure, before leading a panting John out of the science lab.

His head spinning, Rodney holds up a hand in lieu of actually saying "goodbye" or "thank you" or "what the hell just happened?"

Or, worst of all, "wait."

The end.