Lost in the Woods - 1/7
Author: Daniela
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Humor, Mystery
Series/Sequel: Yes
Summary: One day they get literally lost.
Warning: Slash, M/M, Spoiler for Season 1
Disclaimer: No one of Stargate: Atlantis belongs to me.
Least of all Major John Sheppard. Damn.
Feedback: Yes, please. Every word opens a new gate.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: August 2005
Revised: December 2022
Beta: Anomaly
Word Count: 2414
No breeze rustled through the leaves of the nightly forest, but disturbing smells and sounds of an unknown nature charged the darkness because this wasn't Earth but an alien planet in the Pegasus galaxy. The two men hunching between the close standing trees on the ground didn't bother to be afraid of the moaning and wailing of the unfamiliar forest around them. They were too busy sulking.
"As much as I like you being this quiet, it doesn't help our situation, McKay," Sheppard growled.
"What is there to talk about, Major?" Rodney snapped back. "Your stupidity led us here and now we're lost."
"I'm not lost," Sheppard denied, glaring at him.
"So where are we?"
"I don't know, but it's not my fault. I did nothing wrong but..."
"...lead us to the middle of nowhere, right?" Rodney mocked, fed up with the guy. Nothing but trouble he was. "Just because the super-hero Sheppard is obsessed with straight lines."
"I'm no super-hero," the Major disagreed, rubbing his right thigh. "Yet I knew what I was doing."
"Well, what happened then?"
"I don't know, McKay. This forest must be... jinxed... or something. Anyway, you don't need to worry..."
"We have neither food nor blankets," Rodney interrupted him. "Either I'll freeze my butt off or starve to death."
The major smirked and mumbled something under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"Stop whining! It's not that bad."
"Maybe for you, the military man, but I'm more sensitive to nature."
Sheppard stretched his legs and leaned against a tree. "If you're cold just move closer."
"Huh?" Rodney gaped at him.
"We can keep each other warm, McKay."
"No way."
"Ho! Don't get any ideas. I'm talking about sharing our body heat."
"I don't think so."
Sheppard's eyes narrowed. "Why not?"
"I don't feel comfortable getting... physical..."
"Physical?" Sheppard chuckled. "Come off it, Rodney. We're talking about survival. There's nothing wrong with doing this." He patted the place beside him.
Rodney froze. "It's not that."
"Oh, I see. It's just me you don't want to share with, right?"
"You've gotten the point, Major," Rodney brushed him off.
"Fine. Whatever. Suit yourself." Sheppard turned his back on him and shifted around until he lay outstretched on the ground, clutching his gun.
Well then? Rodney scowled at him. Damn... I don't want to freeze to death... I can do this. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Go to hell, McKay. I'm not listening."
"Hey! It's not because of you. It's just...," he faltered, fiddling with his sleeves.
Sheppard turned to him and raised a mocking eyebrow. "What?"
"If anyone in Atlantis finds out about this..."
"Who will tell them? You?"
"Never!"
"Neither will I. Do you think I want everybody to know I snuggled with you?"
Rodney winced. "It's not snuggling."
"I was joking, McKay. Jesus, relax."
"Sure." Rodney shrugged. "Let's do this. I'm stone-cold and I don't want frostbite or anything from this mess, which is completely your fault..."
"Who told me about the strange readings?" Sheppard countered.
"It was your call. You're the leader of this team," Rodney fired back.
"Stop talking and get over here." Sheppard attached the gun to his belt.
Rodney moved closer - well, he crawled.
Sheppard grabbed his arm and pulled him the rest of the distance.
"Ouch!"
"Stop fighting!"
"I'm not!" he argued, although he struggled in the major's grip like a rabbit in a sling. Finally, panting, and bruised from the rocky ground, he gave in, and they lay still, snuggling. Rodney swallowed. For heaven's sake. How can he smell this good after hours of walking through the wild? Why does he have to be this well-built and superior? Hey, idiot! Drop it! And don't forget to breathe!
"Relax, Rodney. I won't bite."
Oh please do. Holy shit! Shut up! "Don't even, Major."
Sheppard wrapped one arm around Rodney and rested his head on the mossy ground around the tree. "Do as I do. Shut your eyes and go to sleep. In a few hours, the sun will come up and..."
"How do you know that?" Rodney snapped. "It could be that the nights on this planet are much longer than on Earth."
"I think Teyla would have told us that."
"Why didn't she tell us about the jinxed forest then?" he mocked, pleased he had found something to rub in the major's face.
"Shut up, McKay."
"Don't..."
The major tightened his grip around Rodney's waist and their bodies smoothed together like they were one piece.
Rodney jerked. Oh! Oh god. The warmth of Sheppard floated his body and a tingle rushed through his blood while the manly scent of the handsome soldier tickled his senses once more. He took a sharp breath and lowered his head.
"That's better," Sheppard purred. "Sleep now. You'll need your strength in the morning."
Rodney heard the smirk in Sheppard's voice and normally he would have ripped into him. But the wonderful warmth spread to his fingers and toes and the pure exhaustion from hours and hours of walking won over his fury. Feeling uncharacteristically dovelike, he sighed and softened into Sheppard's embrace. Jesus! This is snuggling.
The major didn't ease his grip, but his tension vanished with Rodney's surrender. "Night, Rodney," he breathed close to his cheek.
"Night, Major." Seconds later he drifted into sleep, protected by the strong and engaging body next to him.
*****
Ten hours earlier the Atlantis team was on their way back to the stargate. Teyla had acquainted them with the planet of the Frenas - unpretentious people. No double-dealers like the Genii. The Frenas lived in small villages scattered over the whole planet that was of humble size and sparsely populated. The team had been able to make arrangements for food in the near future. On their last stop, in the village of their guide, Teyla had asked them to wait for a fleeting time, because she wanted to visit an old friend by herself if possible. Sheppard had agreed but had Ford sent after her ordering him to keep his distance.
Rodney was grumpy because they hadn't left any food, not even one chocolate bar. Passing the time to forget about his hunger he took readings of the nearby area. Sheppard made himself as comfortable as possible by leaning against a rock.
"You have to see this, Major," Rodney disturbed his peace ten minutes later.
"What is it, McKay?"
"I've gotten some strange readings from this small forest over there."
"Define strange?" Sheppard riled him up.
"Whatever it is, we should check it out," Rodney said, ignoring the tease about their unique tour on the home planet of the Genii though he conceded the major to decide what to do while taking more readings of the area.
"Okay. I'm game." Sheppard abandoned his comfy spot at the rock and walked over to him. "Let's do this."
They entered the small circle of trees which appeared snug and neat thus safe. Sheppard led them straight forward, but they didn't find anything but trees, bushes, and luscious grass. Nothing strange at all though Rodney's readings got weirder and weirder, but he couldn't figure out why. After five minutes they turned back.
Fifteen minutes later they knew they were in trouble when they couldn't find the edge of the forest anymore. Sheppard swore and called Ford on the radio. Only the device was dead, didn't even crackle. Oh yeah. They were in deep shit. Hence Rodney started talking nonstop until Sheppard told him to shut up. Sulking and scared by the sight of the setting sun and what was lying ahead of them in this uncharted area he did shut up.
*****
In the middle of the night, Rodney was frightened awake by a strange cry. It was pitch black and the air tasted stall and rootsy. He listened with his fingers dug into Sheppard's hip and his heartbeat throbbing in his throat. There it was again. A cry that curdled his blood and covered his skin with gooseflesh. It didn't sound like any animal, but a creature suffering - some thing sounding vaguely human.
"Go back to sleep," Sheppard murmured, turning towards him.
"But... don't we... need to..."
"No. Not in the dark."
Rodney kept on listening to unspeakable horror happening somewhere.
"Don't make me force you, McKay."
"I dare you to try," he huffed but obeyed and nestled closer. He didn't have any desire to walk into the night all alone to be gobbled up by a... gory ogre.
"Don't tempt me." Sheppard sniggered, breathing against Rodney's neck.
Oh hell! He trembled more fiercely but not only out of fear. I would be better off to walk into the darkness and find whatever is out there and not have to deal with this itch driving me to the brink of madness.
Sheppard started to snore softly.
The cries stopped as well as his trembling though the itch kept tingling shockingly delicious in his groin thus Rodney needed some time until he fell back to sleep.
*****
No bird was singing when the first morning light awakened him again. Not any sound tingled his ears but the snoring right next to him. Startling sore, he blinked, rubbed his eyes with one loose hand, then realized where he was, and the trouble, he got himself into. The handsome face of Major John Sheppard was right in front of him. Just a kiss away. Fuck no. Don't think that! Don't let him get to you. His body wrapped up in Sheppard's embrace was feeling ridiculously hot. Yeah. No shit. He was also sporting glorious morning wood. Groaning, he tried to free himself, but Sheppard's grip was steely. The hand on Rodney's waist slid down to his ass and seated solidly as if it belonged there. Rodney swore under his breath. "Damn, this is not happening, is it? This is one of my wet-"
"Morning to you too," Sheppard murmured and tightened his grip on Rodney's butt.
"Major, do you mind?" His heart hammered in his chest. His thigh muscles flexed. I wonder if he has shared with other soldiers just like this.
The eyes of his keeper fluttered open while a smirk crept along the lips. "I always knew all the bickering between us was just... foreplay."
Oh god. Rodney's hard-on twitched. "Stop this nonsense and let go of me. We must find our way back..." He fought to stand up and almost succeeded. Fuck!
In a swift motion the major tackled him and pinned his hands to the ground. "Not until we take care of you."
"Major Sheppard, I order you to let me go."
"On this team I give the orders and I have the feeling you're more than fine with my actions."
Rodney stiffened with embarrassment. "It's not what you think. It's just morning wood."
"I see," Sheppard exhaled hoarsely. "Is it nature which made you hard or just me, Rodney?"
"As if! I'm neither crazy about... nature... nor...."
"You always talk too much," the major complained and shut him up with a kiss.
Oh. Oh! Sheppard's lips were unexpected soft with a touch of insistence and the flavor of spearmint. Rodney's cock hardened a bit more. Morning wood, right? Who am I kidding? I haven't had such an erection since... Sheppard ground his groin into him and deepened the kiss, the tip of his tongue edging at Rodney's teeth.
Rodney needed all his strength to break free. "Major, we should..."
"...just do it," Sheppard finished with a wicked grin. He opened Rodney's pants and slipped his hand inside, seizing his companion's cock with confidence.
The sudden and mighty sensation was more than Rodney could bear. He gasped and clawed at Sheppard's shoulders. "Oh God... don't... Major..."
Sheppard squeezed his cock with casual firmness. "Come on. Don't pretend. Just give in, Rodney. You know you'll feel all better then." He stroked the sensitive head consistently, revealing rich wetness. "That's it. Take it. Fly into the blue skies." He increased the rubbing speed.
Rodney wriggled and groaned. "No... no... ah... yes... oh yes!" Unspent yearning spurted quick and fast through his veins; a burning ferocity that made him thrash his legs. "Yes... oh yes... now... now...." He was close and didn't hold back, well, he couldn't hold back. The fact of Major Sheppard jerking him off was enough to turn him into a whimpering, begging bundle of hot-blooded flesh. He needed the keen spreading wetness sprawled open on this rugged blanket of earth and leaves. "John!" Sputtering Sheppard's given name for the first time, he splashed every drop over the Major's fit hand, the ache in his groin at last torched and wrecked.
"Damn!" Sheppard cried out and squeezed Rodney's cock harder. His body went rigid and then he broke into jerks and twitches.
Even dizzy from his fierce orgasm, Rodney knew that Sheppard was coming in his pants. Uh... wow! A weird sense of tenderness sparked through him and the desire to kiss mister fly guy neat and clean. For god's sake! He slapped his hand over his mouth. Don't let him know. Don't lose yourself.
However - hardly finished the Major pushed back from him and stumbled to his feet. He turned around and fumbled at the front of his pants. "Okay. That's that. About time to find our way out of here." He started walking and didn't turn back to check if Rodney was up and ready to follow him.
Seriously? Jerk! What was that? How can you just stand up and start walking? Don't you feel sticky and spent? Rodney closed his pants and got up. How can you ignore me after this? Are you made of stone? Is it you who lost it? He stared at the major's back and severe hunger made his stomach cramp, but right now he couldn't care less. He wished Sheppard would turn around and show him one of his irresistible smirks but feared it at the same time. One of those smirks and he would crumple down right in front of those green eyes. The same color the surrounding trees had. The giant plants whose scent reminded him of spearmint gum and cookie dough, whose leaves were in the shape of bouncing beans, grown to be plucked. Oh god, keep your eyes straight ahead. Rodney wiped his sweaty forehead. Oh, how I hate nature. How I hate to be dependent and out of my wits. Grudgingly, he followed Sheppard clueless to where he was leading them. Oh yeah, wonderful.
