Rhiannon - rhian_morwennaPrompt: 7 Deadly Sins Challenge
Carson begins a slow dance with Rodney while they work in AntarcticaWord Count:
Carson Beckett, Rodney McKayPairing:
Carson Beckett/Rodney McKayGenre:
slash (if you hadn’t already figured that out), mild power-playSpoilers:
Rising Part ISequel To:
prequel to A Week of EmptinessSeries: The 7 Sins of Dr. BeckettDisclaimer:
Don’t own, never will, just playing. If I owned them, they wouldn’t have time to be on TV.Author's Note:
Takes place prior to the events in Rising Part I, while both are stationed in Antarctica before the expedition leaves for Atlantis. Thank you again to my wonderful beta reader, lvs2read
for wading through the second half of this piece, which I wrote about 1 paragraph in each sitting. (Had some continuity problems. *grins*)
Cross-posted to rhian_morwenna
, and stargateslash
. Listed just so I can keep track more than anything.
Carson knew what he wanted the moment he saw Rodney McKay. Beautiful blue eyes.
He had no idea about the man’s sexuality, but then being a physician had its advantages. Rodney was always in the infirmary, complaining about some injury or illness bloody hypochondriac
and Carson was always happy to indulge him. A seemingly innocent chance to touch him, the first step in the dance.
Carson noted Rodney never saw Dr. Biro, the female physician, and that made him smile to himself. He wanted Rodney, but he could be patient.
Carson protested loudly enough every time Rodney hunted him down to sit in that bloody chair, but in the end he always let Rodney grab his arm and drag him to the thing. A delicate dance.
Carson knew the rules of this game, even if Rodney hadn’t figured them out yet: the more Carson protested, the more Rodney wanted only him in the Chair. Oh, he was every bit as afraid of the thing as he let on, the systems it controlled, but Rodney seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in his discomfort. It didn’t matter there were other scientists who could work the thing better than he could. He smiled at the troubles Rodney went through to get him. He’s learning his steps.
During the entire time they worked in Antarctica, the dance continued. Carson treated Rodney’s wounds and illnesses, real and imagined, and Rodney hunted through the entire base to find Carson to initialize the Chair. He eventually demanded some sort of compensation for frayed nerves and time taken away from his own research. Rodney complained, saying Carson was simply doing what was expected of him since he was one of the few with the gene to activate Ancient technology. The next day, however, Rodney showed up in Carson’s office with a cup of coffee, some packets of sugar, and little creamers, mumbling something about how he didn’t know how Carson liked his coffee. Another set of steps in the dance, another movement in the symphony.
The dance continued – a step added here and there. One day Rodney had been particularly demanding about Carson spending time in the chair, and Carson stormed off nearly as pissed as he pretended to be. Carson sat alone in the cafeteria absently playing with the lump the Air Force had dubbed meat loaf and the re-hydrated mashed potatoes when Rodney sat down with his own meal.
“Carson, look…I’m, uh, sorry about this afternoon….I guess I expected you to be as excited as I was about the new feedback loop I was able to isolate while you were in the Chair…it looks like that particular loop prevents the ZedPM from overloading, which is good to know considering if the ZedPM ever blows it will take out most of Earth. Every time you sit in it, we learn something new, and, uh, you’ve been very instrumental in unlocking many of the Ancients’ secrets, and I guess I haven’t told you how important you are to the research we’re doing here,” Rodney babbled.
Carson looked up and stared at him for a moment. “Is tha’ your idea of a bloody apology, Rodney? If it is, it’s a piss-poor one. D’ya realize how many hours ya had me sittin’ in that bloody thing?” Carson hoped he wasn’t being too harsh on Rodney, until what he said sank in. “Wha’ d’ya mean, the bloody ZeePM could blow up most of the Earth? You had me sittin’ in tha’ Chair, and you didn’t even know if there were failsafes?!” Carson’s voice rose an octave.
“That’s why I didn’t tell you about it…if you had known how much power was in the ZedPM, you never would have sat in the Control Chair, no matter what. I decided that the less you knew, the better off you would be, until we knew for sure there were failsafes…we suspected they were there, the Ancients weren’t stupid by any means, and why would they build something that could destroy the planet with a stray thought? You were perfectly safe, as was the planet,” Rodney paused long enough to notice Carson’s icy glare. “Uh, I guess I’m not making this any better, am I? I’m sorry? Carson, you know I’m not the best in social skills, and I’m afraid that this is as good as it gets. Please don’t stop being my friend. You’re the only one I have,” Rodney pleaded and cringed under Carson’s gaze. “Please, tell me what I have to do to make it up to you.”You dance so beautifully, Rodney.
“Ya can come by my quarters and bring some of that Godiva chocolate I know ya have stashed. An’ bring whatever DVDs ya’ve managed to smuggle here, I’ve not seen a decent film in bloody forever.”
“How do you know about…never mind. Right. Chocolate and movies. I’ll be there in say, half an hour, give you a chance to finish eating?”
“That’ll be fine. If I’m not there yet, let yerself in an’ I’ll be along shortly.”
Rodney finished eating quickly and left. Carson finished his meal more slowly before heading to the infirmary. He pocketed a tube of lube from the medical stores before heading to his quarters. He wanted to be certain he was late so Rodney was off-balance.
Carson walked into his quarters to see that he was sufficiently late. His quarters were Spartan at best, like everyone else’s, and Rodney had done his best to make a comfortable area for watching movies. He had pulled the small table in front of the bed, so they both could sit on the bed and watch the laptop comfortably. There were two bags of Godiva miniatures, dark and milk. There were also two cups of coffee, and Carson guessed one was fixed exactly the way he liked it. He really is sorry about everything.
“I wasn’t sure which kind of chocolate you liked, so I brought both. Uh, I brought you a cup of coffee, too…just the way you like it. The movies are a variety, some drama, comedies, a couple of romances. Your choice.”
“Why thank ya, Rodney,” Carson said as he sat down to shuffle through the DVD choices. He pulled Monty Python’s “The Meaning of Life” out of the stack. “I’ll let ya get this one started while I get us somethin’ else for the evenin’.”
Rodney put the DVD in the laptop while Carson went to his dresser and pulled out a bottle of scotch. He set it down with two plastic cups.
“They’re not crystal, but it’s the best I’ve got,” he said as he poured a generous amount in each cup and handed one to Rodney.
They both settled in on the bed, propped up on a couple of pillows to watch the movie. They leaned against the wall, nibbling on the chocolate.
“Rodney, why don’cha get the bloody computer off the table, I can barely see the screen, an’ I don’t want ta miss any of the good parts. Set it here on our legs, that’s why it’s called a laptop, right?”
“Oh, yes…of course. It is kinda small that far away, isn’t it?”
Rodney hurriedly grabbed the laptop and set it on both of their legs, trying to hide his uneasiness as it forced them to sit closer together. He then started to babble about his favorite skits in the movie, and drank his scotch quickly. Carson smiled as he sipped his own drink, thankful he’d seen the movie enough times to have it practically memorized. He deliberately brushed his fingers over Rodney’s as he reached for some chocolate at the same time Rodney did. The symphony approaches its crescendo.
Carson took the empty cups and set them on the night stand. He leaned a little more against Rodney as he settled back to watch the movie again. Rodney had grown quiet, and Carson could hear his breathing getting more rapid.
Carson turned, took Rodney’s face in his hands and kissed him. At first Rodney’s lips were closed, his body tense. Carson persisted; licking Rodney's closed lips until he gave a small moan, opening his mouth enough to allow Carson’s tongue entrance. His hands left Rodney’s face, slipping down his neck, one curling in the hair on the back of his neck, the other grabbing his shoulder. Rodney tentatively kissed back, entwining their tongues. Carson felt hands pressing into his back as Rodney fell into the kiss. The prelude ends, the real music begins.
Without breaking the kiss, Carson slid his hands under the pullover fleece Rodney was wearing, seeking out the warmth of bare skin. Rodney broke the kiss, pushing Carson away slightly.
“What…what are you doing?” he asked breathless, staring into Carson’s deep blue eyes.
“Wha’ do ya think I’m doin’?” He kissed Rodney quickly. “Ya know, for a genius ya can be awful dense sometimes,” Carson purred in a low voice, hands still under Rodney’s shirt, a wicked grin on his face.
“I…I know what you’re doing…but I’ve, ah,” he gasped as Carson tickled his side. “I don’t know what…what you…it’s been so long...”
“All ya need to know is if you say ‘Stop’ or ‘No’, I’ll stop. Otherwise, ya need to stop thinkin’ so much.” Carson leaned over and started to tease Rodney’s earlobe, sucking and nipping it.
“Oh, God…oh, God…please, don’t stop!”
Carson pulled away from Rodney long enough shut the laptop, put the chocolate back on the table, and turn up the space heater a little. He then grabbed the hem of Rodney’s shirt, pulled it off, and pushed Rodney onto his back on the bed. Now to change the waltz into a Tango.
“Ahh, so lovely,” Carson whispered reverently as he straddled Rodney’s hips, leaned over, and started to kiss him again. Rodney reached up to pull Carson’s shirt free, but Carson grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed, over Rodney’s head. He started to lick and nip every sensitive area on Rodney’s neck, enjoying every moan and cry of pleasure.
“Please, Carson…oh, God…let me feel you…too many…clothes,” he panted.
“I thought ya didn’t know wha’ to do?”
“I know I want to feel you.”
Carson sat up and let go of Rodney’s wrists. He wanted to see what Rodney would do. He didn’t have to wait long – Rodney immediately scrabbled to pull Carson’s shirt off, hands trembling. Carson laughed a little and helped him. Rodney looked at Carson in awe, his hands tentatively brushed Carson’s chest and shoulders. Carson shifted his pelvis then gasped as Rodney grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. This is not your dance to lead.
Carson broke the kiss and licked his way down to one nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue while he rolled the other between his fingers. Rodney inhaled sharply and shuddered, unable to speak.
“D’ya like that?” Carson asked innocently.
“Oh, please…don’t stop,” he begged.
Hearing Rodney beg underneath him was all it took for his resolve to crumble. Carson slid down Rodney’s legs, unfastening Rodney’s trousers and sliding them with his underwear off of his hips. Rodney scrabbled to kick off his shoes and trousers while Carson stood and removed the rest of his own clothing before resuming his position straddling Rodney’s hips. He resumed teasing Rodney’s nipples, relishing the wordless noises Rodney was reduced to. Carson slid down Rodney’s body, brushing his hands over Rodney's chest as he kissed his way down toward Rodney’s cock.
As Carson reached for the lube, he knelt between Rodney’s legs and licked the tip of his cock. He immediately had to put both hands on Rodney’s hips to keep him from thrusting into his mouth. He pulled his mouth away and Rodney moaned, having lost the ability to speak. Carson flipped open the tube of lube and slicked his fingers. He pushed Rodney’s legs farther apart with his knees and teased Rodney’s hole with his slick fingers. He barely slid the tip of a finger in, and then immediately pulled it out again, smiling at the whine that elicited.
“Ya like that, then,” Carson whispered huskily.
“Oh…please…” Rodney gasped.
Carson obliged, pushing one finger in with a single thrust, and then stilled it. Rodney dug his heels into the bed, arched up, and groaned. Carson slowly twisted his finger, brushing Rodney's prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He slowly withdrew the finger and pushed it back in. Rodney pressed his hands into the mattress, fingers clutching at the sheets as Carson inserted a second finger. You dance so well.
He continued to press and stretch Rodney, who panted and writhed beneath him. Carson pressed his free hand down on Rodney’s hip to keep him still, leaving marks that would soon bruise. He slipped his fingers almost all of the way out before adding a third finger and thrusting with his hand.
Rodney was reduced to making wordless noises. He released the sheets to try to touch Carson, who simply rocked back slightly, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he stayed barely out of reach. He pulled his fingers out, Rodney whimpering as he did. Carson slicked himself then slowly pressed into Rodney. He leaned forward, grabbing Rodney’s hands and twining their fingers together. Carson brushed his lips across Rodney’s before he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Rodney's mouth. He swallowed Rodney's moan as he slowly sheathed himself in Rodney. Carson fought for control as he stilled, resisting the urge to pound into Rodney, allowing him to adjust to the penetration. He looked into Rodney’s crystalline blue eyes, seeing a mixture of emotions in them. Such beautiful eyes, ones that make the heart dance.
“Are ya alright?” Carson asked, his voice a mix of desire and concern. “I’m not hurtin’ ya, am I?”
“I’m fine. I just...haven’t done this in a while. Please don’t stop,” Rodney pleaded before raising his head to kiss Carson again.
Carson began moving his hips, slowly, teasing. Rodney wrapped his legs around Carson’s waist, trying to pull him in deeper. Carson licked and nipped Rodney’s neck, shuddering at the moans that danced across his ear. He increased his pace, locking eyes with Rodney, his breath taken away by the need and trust etched so clearly in his face. He leaned down even more, rubbing Rodney’s erection between their bodies. An exquisite partner.
Carson ran his tongue up Rodney’s throat, feeling his pulse with his tongue. Rodney squeezed Carson’s hands as his internal muscles clamped down on him.
“Oh God, Carson,” he chanted harshly.
Carson felt a warm wetness on his stomach as he thrust into Rodney one last time, throwing his head back and letting out a wordless cry. His entire body stiffened and he held Rodney’s hands as if he would die if he let go. He finally relaxed and collapsed bonelessly as they rode out their final tremors together. Rodney’s arms snaked around Carson’s back, holding him tight as Carson rested his head on his shoulder.
“That was beautiful. Ya looked so beautiful,” Carson whispered into his ear.
“That…was amazing,” Rodney murmured sleepily. He rolled them onto their sides and pulled the blankets up.
Carson smiled to himself as he drifted off to sleep in Rodney’s arms. He had known exactly what he wanted, Dr. Rodney McKay, and Carson generally got what he wanted.