Owies

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/owies.php
Summary: John has a slight accident offworld

It was meant to be a simple mission.

A trade agreement with a race the Athosian's had dealt with previously.

And for the first time in ages, it was just that...simple.

Until John decided to become an equal opportunity team leader and send Rodney out to do a perimeter search. After all, the physicist was able to handle a gun so he should take a turn as well. Teyla and Ford didn't think it was a good idea, but John said it was and he was the commanding officer....

~~~

Atlantis' premiere team returned early the next day due to a medical emergency. Teyla and Rodney exited first, followed by Sheppard and Ford.

Weir noticed that John was leaning on Ford for support and glowering at Rodney, a murderous look in his eyes; she also noticed the small bloodstain on the Major's pants.

John reached for Rodney, but lost his balance and fell on his ass. "You...." he bared his teeth like a wild animal, "....you stay away from me."

"I'm sorry, Major," Rodney whimpered, virtually hiding behind Teyla. "It was an accident."

"What happened?" Carson asked, rushing in with his usual vigilance, scanning the team. "Elizabeth reported injuries."

"Oh, nothing," John's voice was laced with sarcasm. "Rodney shot me."

Before anyone could comment on that, Teyla's strong voice filled the room. "I believe it was your own fault Major Sheppard. You instructed Rodney McKay to do a perimeter search and then snuck up on him in the darkness."

"Really, Major," Rodney smiled, coming from behind Teyla, "if I'd known it was you...."

John growled and Rodney hid behind Teyla again.

As John was loaded onto the stretcher, Ford felt the corners of his mouth twitch. He knew he'd pay for it later, but for now he felt mischievous. Maybe he'd been hanging around Sheppard too long. "Be thankful the bullet only nicked your calf, sir. And maybe he wouldn't have fired if you hadn't yelled 'Boo'." A few of the marines chuckled, but a glare from their CO quickly shut up them. The glare however, had no affect on Ford, who continued to snicker as he headed for a shower.

Two hours and twenty minutes later, John was resting in his room, wound bandaged. After his bitching and moaning about staying in the infirmary, Carson had released him, with the stipulation he have bedrest for the next few days, resting his leg. Ergo, John ordered a TV moved to his room along with a DVD player and ordered all DVD's be given to him for 'inspection'.

Everyone happily complied, and John would be entertained for the duration of his bedrest. He had everything to watch, including football, baseball, all four 'Alien' movies, the entire 'Friday the Thirteenth' collection and a couple of hard-core porno flicks that the innocent looking Peter Grodin had smuggled with his scientific equipment.

And there he was, lying on his new mattress, the one the Athosian women had made for him at his request...and which had cost him his entire supply of Hershey bars, all sixteen of them. It was four inches thick, stuffed with something akin to down and was the most comfortable mattress he'd ever had. Carson came by to make sure he was taking the painkillers, which John willfully swallowed under his watchful eyes. But the moment the good doctor left, John lit up a joint, watching whatever DVD he grabbed first. He was enjoying his pleasant buzz when Rodney requested entrance. He was a bit surprised, as he hadn't seen him since their return the day before. Sighing to himself, he thought the door open, staring at the man before him...the man who looked like he hadn't slept in a month. Rodney looked tired, worn out. He looked...frightened. "Rodney?"

"I, uh, came to see how you were," Rodney said, voice a bit shaky. "I'll go now, you seem okay." He turned to leave as quickly as he had arrived.

"You can stay," John said softly, handing him the joint.

Rodney took one toke, nearly choking and handed it back. "Never much cared for the stuff."

John smiled and put it out. "Okay then, no smoking. Want to watch TV with me?"

"I, uh, came to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shoot you."

"I know you didn't," John managed to stand, limping out to his balcony. "The view is nice, isn't it?"

Rodney noticed the bottle of pills, reading the label. "Oh fuck, John, you popped demoral and kicked it off with weed? Are you insane?"

"No, just bored. Besides, Beckett forced me to take the pills."

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Rodney asked, joining John outside.

"Painkillers and Athosian pot; I am feeling no pain, Rodney. Trust me on that."

"What are you feeling?" Rodney asked wistfully.

"Horny," John smirked. "Very horny."

"How could you even want to...John, I shot you."

"Yeah and Teyla was right. It *was* my fault. I shouldn't have snuck up on you." John turned to go back in and stumbled, Rodney grabbing him around the waist to prevent his fall. "Thanks, babe," John grinned, tightening his own arms around Rodney's waist. "It's only my leg that was wounded."

"Your pride also," Rodney whispered.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, my pride too. Now, will you please help me inside," John pressed his swollen dick against Rodney's crotch, "and take care of *this*?" .

"You were shadowing me," Rodney murmured into John's neck. "You didn't trust me to do a perimeter search on my own."

"It's my duty to watch your six, Doctor McKay," John whispered, blowing in Rodney's ear.

"John, we talked about this. Out there I am *not* your lover, I am a member of your team. And as such I can do a perimeter search on my own."

"Rodney, you didn't even know I was...shadowing you," John pretty much sneered condescendingly.

Rodney didn't think and shoved him, sending John to the floor, leg slamming down, right on his wound.

"FUCK THAT HURTS!"

"John! Oh shit, I didn't mean to...." Rodney knelt down, sitting his lover up, holding John in his arms. "I'm sorry. I'll call Carson."

"No need to do that Rodney. I'll be fine. Now would you please just help me to bed?"

"Macho son-of-a-bitch," Rodney muttered as he helped John to his feet.

"Yep, that's me in a nutshell," John grinned as he hobbled to his bed, Rodney laying him down. "Lay down with me." He didn't wait for an answer, yanking Rodney beside him. "It's just you and me and..." John glanced at the DVD case, "...'Aliens'."

"I don't like this movie, John," Rodney said softly, stretching out, arm around John's chest.

"Aww, c'mon babe. It's a cool movie." He hit play, ignoring Rodney.

"Cool to you," Rodney muttered. "You've never seen a Goa'uld."

"No, I haven't. But I have seen Wraith and from what I understand, I'd rather take on a Goa'uld any day."

They had made it fifteen minutes into the movie before John was fast asleep. Rodney lay John on his back, got up and sifted through the pile of DVD's, one catching his eye, bringing a happy smile to his face. He figured someone had slipped it in as a joke. Rodney turned back to ensure John *was* sleeping and figured between *all* the drugs he had ingested he was not waking anytime soon. He switched DVD's and lay back down, John snuggling into his chest, Rodney holding him tight, kissing the top of his head, hearing mumbling from his lover.

"I love you too, you shmuck," Rodney murmured before playing the movie.

~~~

John was sure he had lost his mind. He heard high-pitched voices singing in the distance and wondered if the Athosian weed was truly fucking with his head. His eyes cracked open for a moment, eyes meeting Rodney's, who kissed him and stroked his hair until he fell back asleep.

Shortly thereafter John heard singing again, but this time it was not only in the distance...it was right above his head.

Rodney was singing ever so softly, almost to himself. And he had a beautiful voice.

As John opened his eyes this time, he focused on the TV screen and smiled the same sort of happy smile Rodney had been wearing. The high-pitched singing had come from a DVD...a DVD that John would never openly admit enjoying. He closed his eyes again, listening to Rodney sing along with the DVD....

"So this is love Mmmmmm So this is love So this is what makes life divine"

Rodney paused as his eyes met John's; he was almost embarrassed at being caught.

"No, baby, don't stop." John placed his palm on Rodney's face. "Keep going."

Rodney gave John his shyest smile and flushed a little pink, but kept singing.

"I'm all aglow, Mmmmmm And now I know The key to all heaven is mine"

Rodney urged John onto his back, mindful of his injured leg. He kissed John softly, singing as his lips left a trail of kisses down John's body.

"My heart has wings, Mmmmmm And I can fly"

Rodney laved each of John's nipples gently, then moved down his abdomen.

"I'll touch every star in the sky So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of Mmmmmm So this is love"

John was lost in Rodney's voice, so soothing, and that sinful mouth that almost slurped down his cock, sucking him deep, humming as he sucked. And then Rodney's lips were gone from his dick, Rodney's body straddling his, kneeling above John, holding John's dick stiff in his fist. John understood and slid his fingers deep inside Rodney's tightness, in and out, until Rodney shouted "Enough!" and lowered himself onto John's hardness.

It was madness, plain and simple.

John moved in rhythm with Rodney, shoving up as Rodney drilled down, encouraging Rodney to do what he wanted, to let himself go.

Rodney rocked back and forth, trying his best to take John deeper, moaning, screaming, leaving scratch marks on John's body. He was like an animal in heat. He reached for John's nipples, twisting them, the sharp pain making John cry out and thrust up harder. One brief touch to his prostate and Rodney came over John's chest, grinding his body down, hearing John scream out his name, feeling his ass filled with John's come...only John's hands on his waist kept him upright.

"How come I don't get to bottom more often, John?" Rodney asked, laying over his lover's body, catching his breath.

"Because I like the way your dick feels inside me," John leered, caressing Rodney's spent cock. "I love it when you're hard as granite and you breach me."

"*Breach*?" Rodney giggled. "You've been reading Kate's Harlequin romance novels, haven't you?"

John flushed pink. "Yeah, so what? They're the closest thing to porno we have around here."

Rodney shook his head and pulled his body up, careful not to touch John's leg.

"Rodney, have *you* been reading Harlequin romances?" John snickered.

"Maybe," Rodney smiled, getting a cloth to clean them with. Then he went to his dresser and pulled out a book, slipping under the sheets with his lover.

"By the way, if you tell *anyone* that I like Cinderella, they'll never find your body. I swear."

"Likewise, Major, should you tell anyone I sang 'Bibbidy-Bobbidy-Boo'.

"You want to be my fairy Godmother?" John asked with a wry smile.

"Role-playing, John? I think I could get into that." Rodney lay John's head on his chest. "But for now, how about I just read you a bedtime story?"

"Okay, Rodney." John snuggled close. "What's it called?"

Rodney smirked. "The Librarian Stripped At Midnight."

FIN