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mckay_sheppard drabble tree, so I'm inflicting them on my flist *eg*

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John Sheppard has always been partial to green. The first thing that had attracted him to Jenna McLeod back in 10th grade had been her amazing green eyes. The same with Ben Kinsey when he was 17. He'd been tall, blond and had eyes the colour of jade.

John's father had always joked that it was the fact his great grandfather hailed from Dublin that made him drawn to that colour. Joked that anyone with even a drop of Irish blood in them couldn't help but be taken in by anyone with emerald eyes.

Which is why he kept trying to get a good look at Rodney McKay's eyes. From the first time John had met McKay, the other man had been arrogant, infuriating and utterly and completely fascinating.

McKay had stated several times that he was too important to the expedition to risk, but when John had asked him to join his team McKay hadn't even hesitated to say yes. He complained incessently about being in the line of fire, but was the first one there when it was needed. He frequently insulted his science team, but when he'd overheard some of the marines berating them, he'd torn strips off the table of soldiers in front of the entire mess.

So, here was the type of person John wasn't usually attracted to, but got him hotter than hell. And John wanted to know why.

"McKay?"

"Go away, Major, I'm busy." McKay was frantically typing away, a sandwich held in one hand as he frowned at the computer screen.

John hopped up to sit on McKay's desk, waiting only a few moments before an exasperated scientist glared at him.

"Is there something you want, Major?"

"Apparently so," he shifted to accommodate his tightening trousers. John grinned as Rodney's clear blue eyes narrowed as they watched him. Maybe it's time he had a little more colour in his life, after all.

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Aiden Ford watched Bates frown as his name was crossed off the betting pool.

"Damn," the sergeant muttered, "either those two have some will power, or one of them really is straight."

"Not a chance," replied Kate Heightmeyer.

"I hope you're not about to break a confidentiality, Doctor," Elizabeth warned.

Kate shook her head, a brief look of anger crossing her face. "I'd never do that, Dr Weir. This has nothing to do with having any inside information and everything to do with seeing Dr McKay staring at Major Sheppard like he's the last cup of coffee in the galaxy."

"Maybe Sheppard's straight," Stackhouse mused.

"With that hair? I doubt it," Grodin replied. "Besides, I caught him lurking outside Rodney's lab a couple of days ago."

Elizabeth sighed as she looked at the seventeen names still on the list. "Well, they've got to end up together at some point. I guess we'll just have to let nature take its course."

*

John wrapped an arm around Rodney's waist and pulled him back against his chest. "You think they've figured it out, yet?" he asked.

"Nope," came the reply. "Radek says the pool's still going on and they're still waiting for the day we jump into bed. All we have to do is wait them out until no one wins and then we go in and claim the prize."

"A quarter ration of everyone's coffee."

"Yup."

"Works for me." John grinned and kissed Rodney.

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The sight that greets him as he walks into his quarters prevents John from taking another breath. He walks further into the room, unable to tear his gaze away as Rodney slides two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them before he drags them down his body, leaving a glistening trail.

"John..."

The name is a plea as McKay curls his fingers around his hard cock and slowly starts jacking himself.

The moan that escapes from Rodney's lips snaps Sheppard out of his reverie and clothes hit the floor with each step John takes, until finally he's naked and next to the bed.

Rodney looks up and meets John's eyes, holding out his free hand.

Smiling, John wraps his fingers around Rodney's and lets himself be pulled on to the bed.

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I've been trying to think about how to do this for weeks. I've thought about romance and seduction. I've thought about taking him out for a flying lesson in the Jumper and having it conveniently break down. I've thought about late night picnics on the north pier, because if it worked for Susie Swanson when I was 17, then it's got to work on thirty-odd year old Canadians. Hell, considering the thirty-odd year old Canadian I've got in mind, the late night picnic idea was probably the best I had. And then I found out the Wraith were coming. I found out we had two weeks left to figure it out or die, so I decided to settle for blunt.

I've got to say, just walking into Rodney's lab, pinning him to a desk and kissing him senseless seems to have worked.

And the Wraith are still coming, and we've still only got two weeks left, but looking at the man who's finally asleep next to me, I know we're going to figure it out. Because I've just got him, and I'm damned if they're going to take him from me.

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The sound of flesh on flesh rang through the room. Rodney's groan echoed into the room as John's hardness slid into him.

"Oh jesus, John..."

The gasp was swallowed by Sheppard's lips over his.

"I want-" John trembled with the effort of holding back.

"Anything, everything."

John took those words to heart and slammed into Rodney's body. Each thrust into Rodney battering his prostate and causing white flashes appearing behind his eyes.

John lowered his lips to Rodney's neck and bit.

The sharp pain a counter to the throbbing pleasure running through him, Rodney screamed and came, spilling himself between their bodies, come pooling on his stomach.

Another shout adding to the darkness, John thrust once more and stilled, emptying himself into Rodney before collapsing, cock sliding out of Rodney's ass.

Harsh, ragged breaths rend the air before the night is broken by the words neither of them have spoken before.

"I love you."

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Rodney groans as John's cock slides into him, the deep aching throb of need that runs through him finally starting to subside. Fingers run over his right thigh as his body shifts to accommodate the invader.

"Move."

But John ignores the demand and stays still, the hard cock pulsing inside Rodney and the fingertips dancing over his flesh the only indication that he isn't being impaled by a statue.

Rodney tries to shift back, tries to force John to move, but the fingers clamp down on his thigh, squeezing a warning. Dropping his head to the pillow Rodney closes his eyes, the thrum of John's cock a counterbalance to the rushing in his ears.

"John, please. I need..." Anything. Everything. *You*.

After long moments John finally, *finally*, moves. And with each thrust into his body, Rodney lets himself fall.

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He's not sure exactly when he realised that he cared about John more than he should. He's not sure when it turned from tolerance into something more.

In the beginning all he'd felt towards John Sheppard was jealousy. Jealousy that this cocky flyboy who never even heard of the Stargate, never mind given up a good portion of his life to it, had the ATA gene, had something that Rodney so desperately wanted.

He got it when Carson slid a needle under Rodney's skin and he realised exactly what John had to cope with. Being the one who needed to be in three places at once, because you're the only one the city will listen to. Being the one who was at the beck and call of people because you needed to touch something *right now*.

But it wasn't just that. It wasn't the fact that you could speak to the city. It was the fact that the city spoke back. Whispered murmurs in the back of your mind.

When he'd first heard it John looked at him, looked at him with understanding and took Rodney's hand in his. And with Sheppard's fingers running over his, the murmurs stopped.

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Rodney loved to watch the way the city seemed to come alive under John's touch. How she responded so eagerly the fingers that danced over her consoles. Systems that had lain dormant for millennia suddenly found themselves with someone who could hear them.

That was where Rodney came in. He listened as the city spoke to John and translated for him. John may have been the one playing the melody, but Rodney was the one interpreting it.

They fell into the pattern of working together; the city called and both of them responded. They fixed systems, ran diagnostics and watched as slowly, slowly, the city sprang back to life under their combined efforts.

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How could she be expected to resist? She'd tried, really she had. Ever since Peter had come to her and told her that there were monitoring devices spread through the city, including in all the living quarters, she'd tried.

She'd tried to ignore the images in her head of John Sheppard and Rodney McKay wrapped around each other at night. She'd tried to ignore the thoughts that had leapt unbidden into her mind during meetings when she saw the two of them glance at each other.

She wondered how it was between them. Did Rodney spread himself open on the Major's bed, waiting to be filled? Or did Sheppard drop to his knees in front of McKay, lips wrapping around the hard cock presented to him?

She'd tried, really she had. She'd tried all the way until Peter had told her he'd finally connected the laptop in her office up to the Atlantis systems. And now she watched as John Sheppard's quarters appeared on her screen, the men on the bed unaware that they were being broadcast in perfect vision and sound.

She'd tried not to think about it, and now, glancing out of the glass that encased her office to make sure no one was looking, she tried not to get caught.

~

John watched from the bed as Rodney quickly threw his clothes back on and left. It had been like this ever since they'd found out the Wraith were on their way. All they had now were stolen periods of time when John managed to prise Rodney away from his lab, managed to get him to eat and sleep.

It seemed to have become a cycle recently. Go through the Stargate, fail to find a ZPM, come back, stop Rodney from imploding. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Leaning out of the bed, John picked his ear-piece up from where it had dropped and slid in it. "Sheppard to Ford."

A beat, and then, "Ford here, sir." And Ford sounded awfully upbeat for a person looking probable death in the face.

"Meet me in the GateRoom in 30; we have a go from Dr Weir for the next site."

"Yes, Major."

Clicking off the radio, John lay back for a few more minutes before getting out of the bed and searching for his clothes.

And the sun rose over a new day on Atlantis.