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kathierif_ficTitle: Like A Good Soldier
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Evan Lorne/John Sheppard
Rating: FRM
Prompt: authority figures on kink_bingo
Disclaimer: All not mine.
Summary: John Sheppard was special even among the special people Evan had worked with. 1071 words.
John Sheppard was one of the most unconventional commanding officers Evan Lorne had ever served under, which, he figured, meant something since the entire Stargate Command was made up of very special soldiers who had to be able to think quickly on their feet and sometimes outside the usual grids and boxes to survive in a galaxy filled with possibly hostile aliens, unknown plants and black holes.
But Sheppard - he was special even among the special people Evan had served with.
It wasn't that Sheppard didn't demand his people to follow his orders. He did, and he could get very creative in his corrective measures if someone disobeyed one of his orders.
It also wasn't that Sheppard didn't follow orders himself. He did, most of the time, and when he didn't, there usually was a good reason for it, at least in his mind.
Evan knew, of course, about the black mark and why Sheppard had been in Antarctica before he had joined the Stargate Program, and he knew that Sheppard had a reputation for being the wild one that didn't follow orders.
Everybody on Atlantis did.
Sheppard was his commanding officer, and that meant they were spending a lot of time together, a lot of time where Lorne could start to get to know him better and learn to appreciate him the way he really was.
And he did appreciate John Sheppard very much. Not just as a commanding officer, or a fellow Atlantian, but as a friend.
It wasn't, he'd soon found out, that John disobeyed commands and orders on principle. He was an Air Force Officer, he was perfectly capable and willing to do what he had been told, as long as the orders weren't stupid and didn't endanger one of John's men.
A small smile curved Evan's mouth as he leaned back in his chair and dropped the tablet pc onto his desk. They hadn't used paper on the Atlantis mission since before he'd come here, and he was used to filling out his paperwork electronically by now.
"How are you feeling?" he asked without turning around.
"Fine, sir," John answered after a small pause.
Evan frowned slightly, but he didn't turn around yet. "You sure?" he asked idly, as if he wasn't in the slightest interested in John's answer.
"Yes, sir," John mumbled.
"How are your knees?" Evan asked, but he put a little more force in his voice this time. This was a question that expected a certain answer, and John knew it, too.
"Fine, sir," John answered. He didn't hesitate this time, Evan noted with a satisfied smile, but he quickly brought his face back under control before he turned his chair around to face John.
John, who was standing with his face turned toward the corner, back ramrod straight, hands by his sides, next to the easel where Evan was working on a half-finished picture of Atlantis, didn’t move a single muscle, as if he wasn’t aware of Evan the way Evan was aware of him.
A small shudder ran down Evan's back at the sight. John was dressed in casual sweatpants and a black t-shirt, and Evan's artistically trained eyes could almost make out the muscles vibrating under the cotton and John's skin. He could picture them, together with every scar and freckle on John's body.
"In that case," he said, picking up the thread of their conversation and trying to hide the excitement, "why don't you come crawling over here and suck my dick?"
John took a deep breath. Evan watched the thin cotton of his shirt stretch across his shoulders, and he almost expected John to call this off, to refuse to follow this order, but then, John exhaled with a quiet hiss. His shoulders relaxed a fraction as he murmured "Yes, sir" and turned around, to face Evan.
If Evan had ever had any doubt about John liking this, being ordered around and being told what to do in the bedroom, they were put to ease as soon as he took in the appearance of the other man. John's pupils were blown wide, his bottom lip was red and bitten, and his pants were tented in the front in a very unmistakable way.
He gestured, and John dropped down to the floor and began crawling closer, allowing Evan's eyes to wander unhindered across the strong back and narrow waist.
As soon as John was close enough, Evan reached out and ran a hand across John's right shoulder and to the nape of his neck.
"Make it good," he ordered, but he put just enough of his smile into it to let John know that good behavior would be rewarded.
John gave him a lazy twitch of a smile and started to pull Evan's dick free, to follow the orders he'd been given, slurping and licking enthusiastically before gripping Evan's dick and taking it as deep into his mouth as he could.
Evan didn't know why John, who was so tightly in control of himself in all other aspects of his life, needed someone else to take the reins in the bedroom like this. He didn't know if John had always been like that, or if something had happened in the past to change him. He'd never asked, and he didn't plan on asking. Just because they were friends and occasionally slept together didn’t allow him to pry. If John wanted to tell him, he would.
He was a Major in the Air Force. He knew how to give orders, knew how to be an authority figure. He was the 2IC on a military outpost in another galaxy, responsible for the well-being of the city's entire population.
If it meant that he could show John some of the care and protection and love he felt for him by ordering him around in the bedroom, he was gladly willing to do that.
John Sheppard was not like any other commanding officer Evan had ever had. He was smart and fiercely protective and wouldn't let his men do anything he wasn't willing to do himself. He could always be found at the first line of battle, risking his life to save that of his people.
He was willing and capable of giving orders, but, Evan thought as his eyes drifted shut and arousal overwhelmed his thoughts, he was also very willing and capable of following orders, just like a good soldier.
~end.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Evan Lorne/John Sheppard
Rating: FRM
Prompt: authority figures on kink_bingo
Disclaimer: All not mine.
Summary: John Sheppard was special even among the special people Evan had worked with. 1071 words.
John Sheppard was one of the most unconventional commanding officers Evan Lorne had ever served under, which, he figured, meant something since the entire Stargate Command was made up of very special soldiers who had to be able to think quickly on their feet and sometimes outside the usual grids and boxes to survive in a galaxy filled with possibly hostile aliens, unknown plants and black holes.
But Sheppard - he was special even among the special people Evan had served with.
It wasn't that Sheppard didn't demand his people to follow his orders. He did, and he could get very creative in his corrective measures if someone disobeyed one of his orders.
It also wasn't that Sheppard didn't follow orders himself. He did, most of the time, and when he didn't, there usually was a good reason for it, at least in his mind.
Evan knew, of course, about the black mark and why Sheppard had been in Antarctica before he had joined the Stargate Program, and he knew that Sheppard had a reputation for being the wild one that didn't follow orders.
Everybody on Atlantis did.
Sheppard was his commanding officer, and that meant they were spending a lot of time together, a lot of time where Lorne could start to get to know him better and learn to appreciate him the way he really was.
And he did appreciate John Sheppard very much. Not just as a commanding officer, or a fellow Atlantian, but as a friend.
It wasn't, he'd soon found out, that John disobeyed commands and orders on principle. He was an Air Force Officer, he was perfectly capable and willing to do what he had been told, as long as the orders weren't stupid and didn't endanger one of John's men.
A small smile curved Evan's mouth as he leaned back in his chair and dropped the tablet pc onto his desk. They hadn't used paper on the Atlantis mission since before he'd come here, and he was used to filling out his paperwork electronically by now.
"How are you feeling?" he asked without turning around.
"Fine, sir," John answered after a small pause.
Evan frowned slightly, but he didn't turn around yet. "You sure?" he asked idly, as if he wasn't in the slightest interested in John's answer.
"Yes, sir," John mumbled.
"How are your knees?" Evan asked, but he put a little more force in his voice this time. This was a question that expected a certain answer, and John knew it, too.
"Fine, sir," John answered. He didn't hesitate this time, Evan noted with a satisfied smile, but he quickly brought his face back under control before he turned his chair around to face John.
John, who was standing with his face turned toward the corner, back ramrod straight, hands by his sides, next to the easel where Evan was working on a half-finished picture of Atlantis, didn’t move a single muscle, as if he wasn’t aware of Evan the way Evan was aware of him.
A small shudder ran down Evan's back at the sight. John was dressed in casual sweatpants and a black t-shirt, and Evan's artistically trained eyes could almost make out the muscles vibrating under the cotton and John's skin. He could picture them, together with every scar and freckle on John's body.
"In that case," he said, picking up the thread of their conversation and trying to hide the excitement, "why don't you come crawling over here and suck my dick?"
John took a deep breath. Evan watched the thin cotton of his shirt stretch across his shoulders, and he almost expected John to call this off, to refuse to follow this order, but then, John exhaled with a quiet hiss. His shoulders relaxed a fraction as he murmured "Yes, sir" and turned around, to face Evan.
If Evan had ever had any doubt about John liking this, being ordered around and being told what to do in the bedroom, they were put to ease as soon as he took in the appearance of the other man. John's pupils were blown wide, his bottom lip was red and bitten, and his pants were tented in the front in a very unmistakable way.
He gestured, and John dropped down to the floor and began crawling closer, allowing Evan's eyes to wander unhindered across the strong back and narrow waist.
As soon as John was close enough, Evan reached out and ran a hand across John's right shoulder and to the nape of his neck.
"Make it good," he ordered, but he put just enough of his smile into it to let John know that good behavior would be rewarded.
John gave him a lazy twitch of a smile and started to pull Evan's dick free, to follow the orders he'd been given, slurping and licking enthusiastically before gripping Evan's dick and taking it as deep into his mouth as he could.
Evan didn't know why John, who was so tightly in control of himself in all other aspects of his life, needed someone else to take the reins in the bedroom like this. He didn't know if John had always been like that, or if something had happened in the past to change him. He'd never asked, and he didn't plan on asking. Just because they were friends and occasionally slept together didn’t allow him to pry. If John wanted to tell him, he would.
He was a Major in the Air Force. He knew how to give orders, knew how to be an authority figure. He was the 2IC on a military outpost in another galaxy, responsible for the well-being of the city's entire population.
If it meant that he could show John some of the care and protection and love he felt for him by ordering him around in the bedroom, he was gladly willing to do that.
John Sheppard was not like any other commanding officer Evan had ever had. He was smart and fiercely protective and wouldn't let his men do anything he wasn't willing to do himself. He could always be found at the first line of battle, risking his life to save that of his people.
He was willing and capable of giving orders, but, Evan thought as his eyes drifted shut and arousal overwhelmed his thoughts, he was also very willing and capable of following orders, just like a good soldier.
~end.