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Inspired by the current MN heatwave...
Title: Hot Stuff
Genre: Slash, McShep
Rating: R
Length: ~800 words (so longer than the drabble I thought it would be...)
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: In which McKay discovers Sheppard was a Math/Engineering double major.
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to people with far more money than me. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
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Sheppard could not believe his ears. “What?” he verified, trying not to choke on his surprise.
Rodney flopped down on the metal floor, lifting the hem of his shirt and fanning it in a mock sort of breeze. “It’s too hot for sex,” he repeated.
John shook his head and blinked his eyes, trying to get his head wrapped around the thought. “So, you’re saying you are too hot and sweaty to get hot and sweaty?” he balked.
Rodney turned his head slightly in John’s direction, arms now outstretched to make the most contact with the cool flooring. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been doing for the past three hours?” He did not even wait for a response. “I have been stuck in the labs with thirty of our best and brightest, sweaty, pale, and unwashed brightest that is, as they all attempted to get out of said labs with the current power outage. We managed to get shields back online, but not transporters and not the AC, meaning I just climbed eight flights of stairs in this blistering heat to get to the staff meeting that was canceled due to that same heat.”
“And the engineers?” John prompted.
“Are trying to make sure the generators are enough for the shields to hold and keep all other major defense systems online. Air conditioning is considered secondary,” Rodney replied. “I’ve been ordered to take a break by the witch doctors downstairs to prevent the risk of over-heating, which is too late for that by the way, and to prevent me from strangling a certain moronic scientist with his own ponytail for getting us in this mess in the first place.”
John tried the puppy dog eyes, knowing they usually worked. “So, there’s no chance...” he started.
“I was surrounded by geeks stripped down to their skivvies. I did not know it was possible to be that pale and not glow in the dark,” Rodney sighed, shaking his head. After a moment, he amended, “In fact, I think some of them actually did.”
John bit his lip, an idea forming. “Is the water working?”
“Luke warm, but yeah,” McKay confirmed.
He clapped his hands together, plan falling into place. “Go take a shower and cool down. Give me an hour or so and two of your least offensive looking engineers that aren’t needed to maintain anything else,” he ordered, headed for the door.
“I’ll give you five if you think it will make a difference,” Rodney promised, forcing himself into a sitting position and leaving a damp outline across the metal.
“Have them meet me in Engineering Lab Three,” he said over his shoulder before taking off down the hallway.
“Yeah, sure whatever,” came the less than hopeful response. Sheppard ignored any other remarks, already keying his radio to ask Lorne for a couple of the Marines with light science backgrounds. He figured they would be more than willing to volunteer for this detail.
An hour and a half later, he returned to Rodney’s room, grin firmly in place as the cool air streamed from the vents. He was greeted by a naked scientist, which was always a good thing.
The fact the scientist had his hands on his hips and was glaring at him was not.
“You bastard,” McKay fumed.
“What?” Sheppard defended himself. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, as much to soak up the cold air as to distract McKay.
It worked, kind of. Rodney stuttered for a moment before he remembered his train of thought. “While you dug around and played scientist, I looked up your record to see if you even had any right to hold a wrench. Why didn’t you tell me you minored in Engineering?”
John scratched the back of his head. “Because you would make me stay down in the labs even more if I had?” he offered.
“That’s... that’s... Did anyone ever tell you how infuriating you are?” Rodney responded.
“So are you pissed I fixed the AC, or pissed that I’m secretly a geek at heart?” John guessed, noticing Rodney’s interest had not appeared to wane.
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Neither,” he admitted. “I’m not about to turn down AC and, really, the whole geek thing is kind of hot in a non-temperature kind of way,” he said as he stepped closer. “Though, if you keep something like that from me again...” he warned.
John reached for his belt, watching as Rodney’s eyes tracked the movement. “Make it up to you?” he offered.
He was rewarded with a crooked grin and a helping hand. “Damn right you will,” McKay smiled, pulling him closer.
He leaned down, mouth a breath away from his favorite smirk, and whispered, “I played D & D, too.”
Rodney’s laughter echoed around them as they tumbled to the bed.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Hot Stuff
Genre: Slash, McShep
Rating: R
Length: ~800 words (so longer than the drabble I thought it would be...)
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: In which McKay discovers Sheppard was a Math/Engineering double major.
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to people with far more money than me. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sheppard could not believe his ears. “What?” he verified, trying not to choke on his surprise.
Rodney flopped down on the metal floor, lifting the hem of his shirt and fanning it in a mock sort of breeze. “It’s too hot for sex,” he repeated.
John shook his head and blinked his eyes, trying to get his head wrapped around the thought. “So, you’re saying you are too hot and sweaty to get hot and sweaty?” he balked.
Rodney turned his head slightly in John’s direction, arms now outstretched to make the most contact with the cool flooring. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been doing for the past three hours?” He did not even wait for a response. “I have been stuck in the labs with thirty of our best and brightest, sweaty, pale, and unwashed brightest that is, as they all attempted to get out of said labs with the current power outage. We managed to get shields back online, but not transporters and not the AC, meaning I just climbed eight flights of stairs in this blistering heat to get to the staff meeting that was canceled due to that same heat.”
“And the engineers?” John prompted.
“Are trying to make sure the generators are enough for the shields to hold and keep all other major defense systems online. Air conditioning is considered secondary,” Rodney replied. “I’ve been ordered to take a break by the witch doctors downstairs to prevent the risk of over-heating, which is too late for that by the way, and to prevent me from strangling a certain moronic scientist with his own ponytail for getting us in this mess in the first place.”
John tried the puppy dog eyes, knowing they usually worked. “So, there’s no chance...” he started.
“I was surrounded by geeks stripped down to their skivvies. I did not know it was possible to be that pale and not glow in the dark,” Rodney sighed, shaking his head. After a moment, he amended, “In fact, I think some of them actually did.”
John bit his lip, an idea forming. “Is the water working?”
“Luke warm, but yeah,” McKay confirmed.
He clapped his hands together, plan falling into place. “Go take a shower and cool down. Give me an hour or so and two of your least offensive looking engineers that aren’t needed to maintain anything else,” he ordered, headed for the door.
“I’ll give you five if you think it will make a difference,” Rodney promised, forcing himself into a sitting position and leaving a damp outline across the metal.
“Have them meet me in Engineering Lab Three,” he said over his shoulder before taking off down the hallway.
“Yeah, sure whatever,” came the less than hopeful response. Sheppard ignored any other remarks, already keying his radio to ask Lorne for a couple of the Marines with light science backgrounds. He figured they would be more than willing to volunteer for this detail.
An hour and a half later, he returned to Rodney’s room, grin firmly in place as the cool air streamed from the vents. He was greeted by a naked scientist, which was always a good thing.
The fact the scientist had his hands on his hips and was glaring at him was not.
“You bastard,” McKay fumed.
“What?” Sheppard defended himself. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, as much to soak up the cold air as to distract McKay.
It worked, kind of. Rodney stuttered for a moment before he remembered his train of thought. “While you dug around and played scientist, I looked up your record to see if you even had any right to hold a wrench. Why didn’t you tell me you minored in Engineering?”
John scratched the back of his head. “Because you would make me stay down in the labs even more if I had?” he offered.
“That’s... that’s... Did anyone ever tell you how infuriating you are?” Rodney responded.
“So are you pissed I fixed the AC, or pissed that I’m secretly a geek at heart?” John guessed, noticing Rodney’s interest had not appeared to wane.
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Neither,” he admitted. “I’m not about to turn down AC and, really, the whole geek thing is kind of hot in a non-temperature kind of way,” he said as he stepped closer. “Though, if you keep something like that from me again...” he warned.
John reached for his belt, watching as Rodney’s eyes tracked the movement. “Make it up to you?” he offered.
He was rewarded with a crooked grin and a helping hand. “Damn right you will,” McKay smiled, pulling him closer.
He leaned down, mouth a breath away from his favorite smirk, and whispered, “I played D & D, too.”
Rodney’s laughter echoed around them as they tumbled to the bed.
End.
~~~~~~~~~~
Feedback is always welcomed.
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