A Change In The Weather

by J. M. Griffin

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asj/jmgriffin/weather.php
Summary: A storm blows in and things change between our two favorite men

It was a dark day with storm clouds hovering over the water. John Sheppard sat on one of the outer balconies of the Atlantis compound and watched the rain move in, his mind churning along with the sky. After a while he heaved out a sigh and sat back against a support column. The cool breeze brought the salt smell of the sea to his nose. It made him think of the time he was stationed in San Diego and lived by the sea with.... No, no, wrong rode to travel. He knew better than to think about San Diego, that was always the wrong way to go. But he was so damn bored.

He should just go in and find something to do. Volunteers were always needed in the kitchen and the hydroponics lab. Anything would be better than sitting around doing nothing. But he couldn't get himself to budge from his spot. If only he had a mission to go on, but the storm that was brewing was keeping them out of the puddlejumpers.

He found himself longing for a cigarette - a weird, errant longing because he had never seriously smoked. He just needed something to do with his hands besides jerk off. He was alone and lonely and he should go in and find someone to pass the time with, but who? There was no one he wanted to be with, at least no one he was willing to admit he wanted to be around. To be honest, he was sulking and he knew it. And for no good reason. It wasn't like anyone had done anything to him. He wasn't in trouble with Weir and he hadn't pissed anyone off lately, well, not that he knew of anyway. He could hang with Ford or Teyla, but they tended to be way too perky for his current mood and that would just make him surly and then he was liable to snap and someone's feelings might get hurt.

"Wow, that is the most thinking I've seen you do since we arrived at Atlantis," a voice drawled, causing John to startle.

He looked over his shoulder to see Rodney McKay making his way over. He wanted to growl the words "go away," but he didn't and Rodney came and sat down beside him.

"Whaddya want?" John snapped, then he thought for a second. "Oh, does Weir need me?"

Rodney shook his head. "Nah, no one needs you." John shot the man a dark look. To his amazement, instead of uttering a snarky comment, Rodney stuttered, "Um, wait, that didn't come out right."

"Okay," John sighed. "So why are you here?'

Rodney shrugged, a gesture John felt more than saw. "I just thought you looked kind of lonely out here by yourself."

John opened his mouth fully intending to say, "I'm not." But it was a lie, and all of a sudden he didn't feel like lying. He ducked his head instead, taking a deep breath.

It was a mistake. He got a lung full of Rodney McKay. A hint of some spicy soap, and clean sweat, and some other infinitely personal scent that was strictly Rodney. He felt his penis stir and lift.

Shit, this was all he needed, a boner on top of everything else.

What everything else? A little voice whispered in John's head. You know you're just horny. He had to stifle back a groan.

Rodney looked at him sharply, turning so he was more in front of John than beside him. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, no, maybe," John felt like such a fool when he heard himself say the words. He took a deep breath with his nose pointing out toward the sea breeze. "No, really. I'm fine."

"Uh huh."

John looked back at the scientist. "So what did you come out here for?"

Rodney shrugged his shoulders. "No special reason."

They both looked out at the sea. The wind was whipping up, churning the waves into froth.

"It's pretty, isn't it," Rodney said after a few minutes.

"Yeah," John answered succinctly, but he wasn't watching the sea anymore. Now his eyes were on Rodney. On the dark fringe of the scientist's hair, the sharp planes of his chin and cheek, and the delicate curl of his eyelashes. The man didn't have a delicate bone in his broad body, but his eyelashes were long and curling. John had to blink to change his focus. But Rodney had seen him looking.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh, I...," John couldn't figure what to say. He was now more than half erect, and with Rodney in such close proximity, he wasn't going anywhere soon. So he sighed.

Rodney gave him a look. And then, slowly, slowly, he leaned in and planted a kiss right on John's lips.

John started to pull back, but then he stopped himself. This was what he was waiting for, wasn't it? This was what had him sitting out here all alone sulking. So he pressed forward into the kiss and parted his lips.

Rodney's mouth was deliciously welcoming and John had the sensation of falling into a vat of honey. For a few moments he didn't think at all, just kissed Rodney. And Rodney kissed back.

Finally, they broke apart, both of them gasping for air. John leaned away and closed his eyes, a shudder of desire running through him, shaking him like a dog shakes a bone.

His eyes flew open at a tentative touch on his shoulder. Rodney was inches from him, staring at him as if he were the answer to a dozen prayers. Another shiver of desire ran through John's body. Rodney blinked, and then he shifted over and wrapped his arms around John's shoulder.

"I'm...," John had to stop and clear his throat. "I'm not cold."

He expected some sarcastic "no, duh," answer. Instead, Rodney simply nodded and said, "I know."

At that, John closed his eyes again, letting himself sink into Rodney's embrace, but he opened them fast when he felt the fringe of Rodney's hair brush against his cheek. He parted his lips in a smile and Rodney obliged him with a long sweet kiss. Rodney's capable hands moved up and down his arms, and John found he liked - no, more than liked - both the kisses and caresses. But as the kiss went on, he began to think of drowning.

With a gasp he jerked back from the scientist, pushing hard as he pulled out of Rodney's embrace. His head made a thunking sound as he whapped it back against the wall.

"Whoa, hey, I thought we...I thought you...John, was I so wrong?" Rodney's voice was squeaky with concern.

"Uhhh," was all John could say for a few seconds. Rodney had not been wrong, but he also didn't know everything about Major John Sheppard. For one thing, he didn't know that John had learned the hard way to keep his feelings and preferences close to the vest. That time back in San Diego had taught him well.

His breathing had gone fast and shallow, and he felt as if he were hyperventilating. He could kick himself for not getting up the moment McKay came out looking for him. He should have known where all this was heading.

"John?" Rodney was still there, only inches away. Some men would have left already. But Rodney was nothing if not tenacious.

John opened his eyes and glared fiercely the man. "I don't do casual," he growled.

Rodney's eyebrows went up. "And you think that's a problem?" he asked in a surprisingly soft tone of voice. He didn't say anything else, only leaned in and kissed John again, very softly, as one might kiss a child.

John found his hands had latched onto Rodney's face when the man had leaned close, and now he pulled the man even closer, turning the gentle kiss into something else entirely.

Even as he kissed Rodney, his mind was whirring. It felt so natural, so right. Then again, maybe he was just delusional. It was crazy to think that this would be anything more than casual sex, no matter what Rodney said. He also knew he wanted it badly.

He realized he'd lost focus on what they were doing when Rodney pulled out of his grasp.

"Huh," John wasn't exactly at his best. "I mean...um, sorry."

"I thought I was the one who had the tendency to over think things," Rodney complained.

John shook his head. "No, you just over *talk* them."

"You can be a real shit when you want to, you know that?" Rodney had a teasing gleam in his eye, but John knew the words were true.

"Camouflage," John said with a crisp nod of his head.

Rodney grinned. "Yeah, I know."

"Rodney, listen...," John started, but then he just couldn't finish. He simply wasn't sure what to say.

"John, it's not that hard. You want me, don'cha?" Rodney asked gently. John nodded his answer. Rodney gave a tiny shrug. "And I want you. Let's not think it to death."

John's eyes flared open in surprise. This just wasn't what he'd expected. Could it really be so easy?

While John's mind was still racing, Rodney reached out and took John's hand and pressed it to his lips. The kiss was gentle and dry and hopelessly erotic. A tiny "umpf" of sound caught in the back of John's throat. Rodney took this as a sign of affirmation, and opened his mouth and sucked in John's index finger.

It was like a dam breaking in John's mind and body. He leaned into the caress, then added his mouth to the mix. Rodney pulled him in tight, holding John's head between both hands as the kiss grew even more heated. They were pushing so hard against each other, that Rodney was shoved up against the wall, and before they knew what was happening, they were both sprawled on the cold stone floor.

John took in the pleasurable bulk of Rodney's body underneath him. He shifted and rubbed against the man and Rodney thrashed his head in need. John pulled back so he could work at pulling up Rodney's shirt so he could get at some skin. Rodney's fingers fumbled at the buttons of John's fatigue shirt. And then the sky opened up and the rain began to pour down on them.

"Shit," John said succinctly. In a matter of seconds, they were soaked to the skin and the rain was cold. Rodney pushed him away and sat up. "Come with me," he panted.

"Now?" John blinked at him, a bit undone by the quick progression of events.

"Yes, now. Come on." Rodney stood, and then reached down and hauled John to his feet. "Now."

They made it to Rodney's quarters in record time. No sooner had the door closed, than Rodney was stripping off his sodden shirt. John stood watching him, unbuttoning his own shirt as he took in the sight of Rodney's nude torso. He liked the look of the man's broad chest, his beefy arms and slightly rounded abdomen.

Rodney saw John looking and assessing him, and he raised an eyebrow. John grinned in reply. By then his shirt was undone and Rodney stepped up close and stripped it off him. Immediately, he bent his head and latched onto one of John's nipples and John realized with a start that this was something Rodney had thought out, something he'd wanted to do for a long time. His legs suddenly felt like jelly.

"Bed, now. Okay?" he said when Rodney lifted his face.

They stumbled toward the inner room and plopped onto Rodney's bed, staying in contact the whole time. John found himself lying back on the pillows, with Rodney straddling him. The man's hands were all over him then. Caressing him, worshiping him, sliding over his pecs and down his abdomen, then back up over his chest and up to his shoulders, and then down his arms to where John was gripping the bed sheets. Then Rodney stopped and pulled away a bit and just looked.

John blinked up at him. "Stop doing that and kiss me again," he growled.

When Rodney came down for the kiss, John twined his fingers into the man's short hair. Their movements went from languid to sharp and pushing during the life time of the kiss. Frantically, Rodney scrabbled at his zipper, finally having to pull away to work it down so he could finally shuck his pants off. John took the opportunity to slip off his own pants and underwear.

Rodney came back to him, his skin cool and damp and wonderful against John's body. They grappled for control, but not seriously, and before long, Rodney's fat cock had found a home in the groove of John's thigh, which meant John's dick was caught tight against Rodney's body. They moved in sync against each other and the friction was terribly good.

John felt himself rising to the brink of orgasm and it was as if his whole body was going to explode, not just his dick. His fingers dug into Rodney's broad back as he began to move in the short sharp jerks of release. His seed spilled into the tiny crevasse between their bodies, and Rodney went still in his arms and then shuddered deeply and added his own come to the mix.

When Rodney started to move off him, John held him there for a few moments more, savoring the feel of the man draped over him. Tenderly, Rodney kissed his shoulder, and then slowly slipped over to John's side, to lie with his head pressed against John's breast. They stayed that way for a time, neither man moving nor saying a word.

Eventually, Rodney was the one to move first. "Shit, I have to be at a meeting with Beckett and his team in a few minutes. We're going over the expansion of the...."

John cut him off, "Yeah, I know."

"You can stay as long as you like," Rodney said as he got up and began to search for his underwear.

"I may have to stay here until my clothes dry," John complained, looking at his pile of sodden garments on the floor by the bed. "Sheesh, what a mess."

Rodney had given up looking for his underwear, instead he was looking at John. His belly was still speckled with come, but he immediately began to respond to the sight of John's lean body sprawled in his bed, totally nude and totally unselfconscious about it.

Which made John grin again. "Do we have time for another round?"

Ruefully, Rodney shook his head. John gave a sigh and sat up. "Okay then, lend me something dry and I'll get out of here before I make you late to your meeting."

"John, all my stuff would just hang off you. And what would you say if someone saw you in them?"

"So we're going to hide this?"

"Don't we have to? I mean, you're military - there's all that don't ask, don't tell."

"Back on Earth," John agreed. "Maybe here it can be different." There was a wistful tone to his words, and Rodney didn't miss it.

"You know we have to hide this." Rodney told him softly, staring at him from where he stood at the door to the bathroom.

John sighed. "I know."

"But this is not going to be casual, is it?" Rodney verified.

John looked straight at him. "Do you need it to be?"

"I don't want it to be."

"Yeah, okay." John said. He bent down, snagged his pants from where they lay on the floor, and then looked up to see Rodney disappearing into the bathroom. Grimacing, he tugged on his damp clothing. He could hear the shower running now. He walked to the door to the bath.

"Rodney?" he called out. "Meet me in the cafeteria later, okay? Let's eat together."

Rodney poked his head out of the shower stall, his hair and eyelashes spiky with water droplets and John felt himself respond with a quick flash of heat deep in his groin.

"Sure," was the answer.

John left the room in a hurry then, because if he didn't Rodney would never get to his meeting. As he jogged down the long corridor to his quarters, he noticed the storm had passed. Bright clear sunlight shone in through the big window plates. The sunset over the water was bound to be spectacular.