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Under the
mistletoe
by
Bluespirit
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: PG
Summary: The scientists always throw the best parties.
Genre: crack, humour
Spoilers: None
Word count: ~ 370
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The characters and universe are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions and the Sci-Fi Channel. This fic is meant solely for entertainment purposes and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:
So Christmas has come just a little early. *g* This is a silly seasonal
snippet for my angel, Lantean_drift who needed a smile.
“Quick,
Colonel. Kiss me!”
“Wha-?” John flailed. He figured he could be forgiven the less than
smooth reply on account of the fact that a minute ago he’d been
casually - and coolly - making his way to the scientists’
multi-denominational, all-you-can-guzzle holiday party - and now he was
being grabbed by surprisingly strong arms and yanked headlong into the
lab. And - oh my god - those were McKay’s lips… on his lips and…
and… McKay was kissing him!
“Gnngh?” John tried to ask but Rodney’s hands were holding his
face in a firm but unexpectedly gentle grip, and the kiss had deepened -
wow, Rodney had really soft lips - and John may have started kissing
back, kinda… just a little.
Rodney pulled away slightly and John definitely didn’t whine and wrap
his arms around Rodney’s waist - not at all.
“It’s Katie,” Rodney muttered, nodding darkly over his shoulder.
“She’s with that new geologist. Mervin or Merkin or something.”
“Huh?” John asked, though obviously not as eloquently as he’d
thought judging by Rodney’s rolling eyes.
“You know we broke up last month, it was a mutual thing, but now
she’s here with him - and you’re the hottest guy in the galaxy and
so I…. Oh, forget it,” Rodney said and hauled John back in, mashing
their lips together and slipping John some seriously nasty tongue.
Someone whimpered - possibly John.
They were surrounded by noise and music and the festive sound of geeks
getting their groove on, but all John could do was hold on for the ride.
“So what about Katie?” John gasped, when Rodney finally let him up
for air.
“Who?” Rodney asked, eyes riveted to John’s mouth.
John licked his lips. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, fitting himself
into the snug of Rodney’s hips. “So, hottest guy in the galaxy,
huh?” he smirked. Though his cool may have been cramped a little by
wobbling legs and the dopey, glazed expression he could feel warming his
face.
“Oh, shut up,” Rodney snapped, a grin twisting at crooked lips as he
pulled John closer. “Just kiss me.”
And that was one order John was perfectly happy to follow.
The end
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