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kathierif_ficTitle: See Right Through
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kathierif_fic
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/?
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slashy
Word Count: 1063
Summary: It was Rodney’s fault that this had happened in the first place, John knew.
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt: anonymity.
It all was Rodney McKay’s fault, John thought as he stumbled to his quarters afterwards; Rodney McKay and that stupidly enormous brain of his.
If Rodney hadn’t managed to take the cloak generators from the puddle jumper and hadn’t managed to resize them into something usable for people, as in, individual persons, he wouldn’t be here right now, sneaking around Atlantis like a horny teenager who was out after curfew.
Rodney’s fault.
It had started shortly after they had distributed the “invisibility shields” – Rodney had steadfastly stopped them from calling it an invisibility cloak, since it was not a cloak and because, John suspected, it hadn’t been him who had come up with the name in the first place and Rodney needed to be an ass about it.
The mails and messages had been subtle, but if someone was familiar with the code and knew what to look for, they were as obvious as a full-page advertising slapped onto the wall opposite the Stargate.
The thing was, they all knew what was going on and the attempts to stop it had been half-hearted, at best. John had no doubt that Rodney could track down those e-mails and find out who was behind them, behind it, and he half suspected that Rodney had already done so, just to satisfy his own curiosity, but Rodney claimed he had no idea who was hiding behind the pseudonym “S for Satisfaction” and John hadn’t pressed the matter when they had talked about it.
As long as nobody got hurt, he didn’t want o know about the sexual fantasies and secret desires of his people, and he didn’t want to know who the magical sex fairy that used their invisibility shield to make these fantasies and desires come true in the middle of the night was.
As long as it stayed sane and consensual and didn’t interfere with anybody’s work, he didn’t want to know more.
The system was easily to understand enough. A message was sent to “S” and whoever was hiding behind that stupid letter, detailing the dos and don’ts and a suggested time and place.
There never was any confirmation. Either “S” came, under the guise of the invisibility shield, to the suggested spot at the suggested time to do the suggested deed, or they didn’t.
Nobody had managed to track them down, and nobody had figured out the pattern after which “S” decided to take an offer or not, and since there was no payment for the sexual favors exchanged, it wasn’t prostitution and therefore not even illegal.
It had been curiosity that had him made do it, John thought, and curiosity killed the cat. He should have known better than this.
Curiosity killed the cat, but, he remembered, satisfaction brought it back, and there was no doubt that he was satisfied. His body tingled and ached pleasantly, in a way he hadn’t felt in too long.
Whoever this “S” was, he knew what he was doing, but then, John thought with a twist of his lips, he probably had more than enough experience by now.
Enough experience stepping up to people, placing an invisible finger against their lips to let them know they weren’t alone, to make sure they didn’t freak when invisible hands started undressing them.
John had startled a little at the first touch, twitching away from the questioning fingers, but the invisible man had been patient, not giving up and touching John with slow, gentle hands, avoiding certain areas, for example the side of his body that was still tender after getting stabbed a few weeks prior.
However, he knew, that didn’t give him any hints whatsoever as to which member of the expedition was hiding behind the shield. Atlantis had a population that was small enough for news to spread quickly, and John was known like the proverbial blue dog.
Everybody had known he had been stabbed.
But not everybody knew how much he enjoyed it when someone played with his balls, rolling them and squeezing them gently and tugging them away from his body, and yet, “S” had done exactly that, as if John had told him exactly how he liked it.
It had to be instinct, John reasoned, because he hadn’t told anyone on Atlantis about this. It wasn’t something that came up in a casual conversation, after all – “Oh, by the way, I like my balls played with when getting fucked.”
Yeah, no.
And yet, that was what S had done to him – undid John’s belt, let his pants fall down and pool around his ankles, together with his underwear, had pressed him bodily and face first into the next wall and had slid two slick, wet fingers into John’s ass, immediately starting to twist and scissor them without waiting for John to get used to the stretch and burn.
It was exactly how John had wanted, had needed it – rough, but not too rough, a thick cock opening him and fucking him with deep, even thrusts.
It had been perfect.
John had come against the wall wit his fist shoved in his mouth, to muffle any sounds and stop them from escaping, his knees shaking and his body damp with sweat.
It had been perfect, and now, John thought darkly while stepping into his quarters and hastily stripping off his clothes, there was a person in the City who knew his secret.
Knew how much he liked cock.
It had been a stupid idea, risking this, he thought angrily while stepping under the warm spray of water in the shower, a risky idea. Yes, he had enjoyed the thrill of anonymous sex while it lasted, but now, he couldn’t do anything but think about the possible consequences of his reckless actions.
He had been stupid.
It was all Rodney McKay’s fault.
He knew it wasn’t exactly the truth, but then, he figured while drying off and padding to his bed, it was the best he could come up with right now.
Rodney’s fault, he thought as he wrapped the blankets around himself and felt the protesting twinge from muscles that had been stretched wide just a short time ago.
He would have to talk to Rodney later.
Find out who the “S” on their base was, and make sure he kept silent about what had happened.
And, he thought, right before he finally fell asleep, his muscles limp and relaxed for once, thank him.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/?
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slashy
Word Count: 1063
Summary: It was Rodney’s fault that this had happened in the first place, John knew.
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt: anonymity. It all was Rodney McKay’s fault, John thought as he stumbled to his quarters afterwards; Rodney McKay and that stupidly enormous brain of his.
If Rodney hadn’t managed to take the cloak generators from the puddle jumper and hadn’t managed to resize them into something usable for people, as in, individual persons, he wouldn’t be here right now, sneaking around Atlantis like a horny teenager who was out after curfew.
Rodney’s fault.
It had started shortly after they had distributed the “invisibility shields” – Rodney had steadfastly stopped them from calling it an invisibility cloak, since it was not a cloak and because, John suspected, it hadn’t been him who had come up with the name in the first place and Rodney needed to be an ass about it.
The mails and messages had been subtle, but if someone was familiar with the code and knew what to look for, they were as obvious as a full-page advertising slapped onto the wall opposite the Stargate.
The thing was, they all knew what was going on and the attempts to stop it had been half-hearted, at best. John had no doubt that Rodney could track down those e-mails and find out who was behind them, behind it, and he half suspected that Rodney had already done so, just to satisfy his own curiosity, but Rodney claimed he had no idea who was hiding behind the pseudonym “S for Satisfaction” and John hadn’t pressed the matter when they had talked about it.
As long as nobody got hurt, he didn’t want o know about the sexual fantasies and secret desires of his people, and he didn’t want to know who the magical sex fairy that used their invisibility shield to make these fantasies and desires come true in the middle of the night was.
As long as it stayed sane and consensual and didn’t interfere with anybody’s work, he didn’t want to know more.
The system was easily to understand enough. A message was sent to “S” and whoever was hiding behind that stupid letter, detailing the dos and don’ts and a suggested time and place.
There never was any confirmation. Either “S” came, under the guise of the invisibility shield, to the suggested spot at the suggested time to do the suggested deed, or they didn’t.
Nobody had managed to track them down, and nobody had figured out the pattern after which “S” decided to take an offer or not, and since there was no payment for the sexual favors exchanged, it wasn’t prostitution and therefore not even illegal.
It had been curiosity that had him made do it, John thought, and curiosity killed the cat. He should have known better than this.
Curiosity killed the cat, but, he remembered, satisfaction brought it back, and there was no doubt that he was satisfied. His body tingled and ached pleasantly, in a way he hadn’t felt in too long.
Whoever this “S” was, he knew what he was doing, but then, John thought with a twist of his lips, he probably had more than enough experience by now.
Enough experience stepping up to people, placing an invisible finger against their lips to let them know they weren’t alone, to make sure they didn’t freak when invisible hands started undressing them.
John had startled a little at the first touch, twitching away from the questioning fingers, but the invisible man had been patient, not giving up and touching John with slow, gentle hands, avoiding certain areas, for example the side of his body that was still tender after getting stabbed a few weeks prior.
However, he knew, that didn’t give him any hints whatsoever as to which member of the expedition was hiding behind the shield. Atlantis had a population that was small enough for news to spread quickly, and John was known like the proverbial blue dog.
Everybody had known he had been stabbed.
But not everybody knew how much he enjoyed it when someone played with his balls, rolling them and squeezing them gently and tugging them away from his body, and yet, “S” had done exactly that, as if John had told him exactly how he liked it.
It had to be instinct, John reasoned, because he hadn’t told anyone on Atlantis about this. It wasn’t something that came up in a casual conversation, after all – “Oh, by the way, I like my balls played with when getting fucked.”
Yeah, no.
And yet, that was what S had done to him – undid John’s belt, let his pants fall down and pool around his ankles, together with his underwear, had pressed him bodily and face first into the next wall and had slid two slick, wet fingers into John’s ass, immediately starting to twist and scissor them without waiting for John to get used to the stretch and burn.
It was exactly how John had wanted, had needed it – rough, but not too rough, a thick cock opening him and fucking him with deep, even thrusts.
It had been perfect.
John had come against the wall wit his fist shoved in his mouth, to muffle any sounds and stop them from escaping, his knees shaking and his body damp with sweat.
It had been perfect, and now, John thought darkly while stepping into his quarters and hastily stripping off his clothes, there was a person in the City who knew his secret.
Knew how much he liked cock.
It had been a stupid idea, risking this, he thought angrily while stepping under the warm spray of water in the shower, a risky idea. Yes, he had enjoyed the thrill of anonymous sex while it lasted, but now, he couldn’t do anything but think about the possible consequences of his reckless actions.
He had been stupid.
It was all Rodney McKay’s fault.
He knew it wasn’t exactly the truth, but then, he figured while drying off and padding to his bed, it was the best he could come up with right now.
Rodney’s fault, he thought as he wrapped the blankets around himself and felt the protesting twinge from muscles that had been stretched wide just a short time ago.
He would have to talk to Rodney later.
Find out who the “S” on their base was, and make sure he kept silent about what had happened.
And, he thought, right before he finally fell asleep, his muscles limp and relaxed for once, thank him.
~end.