Morning After

by Kez

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ask/kez/amafter.php
Summary: John Sheppard woke up with a headache that rivaled the one he'd woken with the morning after his 21st birthday

John Sheppard woke up with a headache that rivalled the one he'd woken with the morning after his 21st birthday. The only major difference in fact, was that this headache came with a numb arm that he hadn't had that morning that was longer ago than he liked to admit.

The grumble of a distinctly male nature quickly made Sheppard realise the cause of his numb arm, someone was laying on it. A very male someone was laying on it. Sheppard made like a log and feigned sleep as the grumbles got louder and more irritated and the someone - Sheppard's sinking gut had a fairly good idea who - moved into wakefulness.

Sheppard expected, not unfairly, he thought, that his 'guest' would leave as soon as he woke up and realised he was sharing a bed with another man, but after a few minutes of grumbling soft curses the man simply got comfortable, wrapped around him again and with a soft press of lips against Sheppard's shoulder settled back into sleep.

Daring to open one eye, just to confirm his suspicion of exactly who was sharing his bed, Sheppard met blue eyes.

"Not sleeping?" he asked, pointless, since clearly people didn't sleep with their eyes open. Not mostly anyway.

"Not sleeping," McKay confirmed.

"We ahhh..." Sheppard paused, unsure exactly what he wanted to say. It wasn t that he had a problem with the guy thing, been there, done that, but this wasn't any guy, this was Rodney McKay and nothing was ever simple with him.

"We had sex," McKay commented lightly.

Sheppard nodded. It was just his luck that McKay didn't get embarrassed and flustered when he really wanted him too.

"It was good sex," McKay added.

Sheppard flushed. He couldn't remember most of last night, thought flashes were starting to comeback to him.

Pale flesh, marked by his teeth, moans, pleas for more, callused fingers inside him, making him beg.

Thinking about it made his body react; within moments he was hard under the thin sheets that did nothing to hide it.

"We could have more good sex," McKay suggested, fingers teasing, tugging at the hair on Sheppard's chest before flicking over a nipple.

"We ahhh... Shouldn't..." Sheppard hissed.

"Remind me why?" McKay asked, hands sliding under the sheet, taking Sheppard in hand.

"Because... Ahhh... Oh fuck, Rodney," and yes it was still wrong, at least, Sheppard thought it was, he was sure it was suppose to be, because he was military and McKay was on his team and it was crazy but it felt so damn good and he was only human.

Sheppard lost track of what he was thinking about, because it couldn't possibly matter compared to the way McKay's hands on him were making him feel.

McKay rolled over and kissed him, messy and wet and good, sending any last vestiges of doubt out of Sheppard's mind. The weight pressed on top of him, the slightly stale morning taste of McKay's mouth, the rough hands that were like magic on his skin. Sheppard had to wonder why they'd never done this before.

Except they had, last night, they'd done this and Sheppard had let McKay fuck him, even drunk he hadn't let anyone do that since he was eighteen years old. The startling realisation hit him hard in the chest at the same moment McKay's hands finally drove him into a screaming orgasm.

Sheppard lay frozen for a few moments catching his breath, before he found the strength to roll them both over, pushing until McKay was under him, flushed and breathing heavily, eyes almost black except for the thin band of dark blue that was barely visible around the dilated pupils.

"Mine," Sheppard growled, sinking his teeth into McKay's shoulder, his hands roughly catching McKay's hardness and working it with practiced movements until he felt McKay spill over his hand, heard the whimpered pleas, begging for him to stop and keep going at the same time.

John Sheppard woke up again, with a headache that hadn't improved and sunlight almost blinding him. It took a few moments until he realised he was alone in the bed this time.

Looking around, McKay's clothes were gone and clearly so was the man himself Sheppard felt a tinge of regret. He'd thought... McKay seemed really happy with the sex and he'd seemed really happy when Sheppard suggested a more permanent arrangement. They hadn't said 'L...' well that, but he thought...

Rolling onto his side, Sheppard's eyes fell on the glass of water and two small white pills beside it and he smiled.

Rodney McKay loved him.