Lost in the Woods - 3/7
Author: Daniela
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance, Humor, Mystery
Series/Sequel: No
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 2006
Revised: February 2023
Beta: Susan
Word Count: 3455
Dried by the sun, Rodney put his clothes on and started walking back to the hearth. Back to Sleeping Beauty Sheppard, Rodney mused perkily, and decided on a whim to roll with the punches. Sheppard was right. I'm better now. Oh well! Only his stomach rumbled in need for food to feel fully fine. Leaving half of his shirt outside his pants, he looked for the berries Sheppard had told him about yesterday. Straying from the path back to his companion, he reached one tree-lined side of the clearing. He didn't find any berries there, yet a bunch of brown, delicious looking mushrooms, growing under a gnarled tree. Many mushrooms are poisonous; not wise to eat them. Sure! But Rodney didn't want to listen to rational objections. His hunger made him kneel to pluck a few of the brown seducers, wishing they were chocolate bars. His growing need for chocolate bothered him. Oh my. I didn't even like mushrooms. Yet he took a careful bite. Mm. Not sweet but tasty. As were the fruit from hell, idiot. Didn't you learn your lesson? Why, yes, but this mushroom looks like a boletus. He rolled his eyes. Since when do I know anything about things growing in nature? An alien nature. Obscure at that. Yet he stocked up as many boleti as he could.
The arms full, he turned around to go back to the water to clean them, but only managed to take one step. Stumbling over an outstanding root, he landed on his front. "Oh, good, too stupid to watch where your feet are going. That's just..." He froze. His foot was trapped. He couldn't get it free. The clinging root felt strange, it felt bad, like a big, greedy... Rodney's skin broke into gooseflesh. The tree devil. He's real. He's devouring me. Holy shit! He screamed. Hoped for Sheppard to come running. Yet nobody came. Gasping, he struggled against the grim grip of the hungry mouth wooden trap, tearing at his pants. Oh god! Teeth were gnawing at his flesh now. Frenzied, he pulled harder and was suddenly free. The mushrooms were forgotten. He stumbled to his feet and over to Sheppard, shouting at the bastard. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Sheppard jerked awake. "Huh?"
"I cried my soul out. Are you deaf?"
"What are you talking about?!" Sheppard clutched his gun and looked around. "I didn't hear anything!"
"As if! My throat is sore from screaming for help because my foot almost got ripped off."
"Can't be. I always sleep with pricked ears."
"Fine. Whatever. Don't bother. It's only me." Rodney turned, limping away.
"Rodney. Come back!"
"No way!" Rodney barked. "From now on I'm on my own."
"Let me take a look at your injury."
"As if you care."
"Do I have to come and get you?"
"Hah! I'd like to see that."
"Do...not...test...me," Sheppard hissed amidst the ethnic silence.
Rodney stopped. What am I doing? I don't want to be alone out here.
Sheppard caught up with him. "Sit down."
Still trembling from shock, Rodney gave in. "You think I'm crazy, right?"
"Not at all. Perhaps a little bit eccentric." Sheppard inspected Rodney's foot. "Where are your boots?"
"I left them with you and the rest of our stuff."
"Took a bath after all, did you?"
"Yeah, sure. What about it?"
Sheppard felt Rodney's ankle, rough palms gliding over the skin, up and down. Slowly. Cautious.
Rodney stared at him with trembling lips whereas his heart skipped a beat, sending a tingle to his groin.
"There's nothing to see but a hole in your pants. Your foot is alright."
"I don't care what it looks like." Rodney jumped up. The recent pain was forgotten, replaced by his anger at Sheppard. "That tree captured my foot and tried to rip it off. We are surrounded by all these... green... growing... dangerous things ... they are... everywhere..."
"That's why it's called the forest," Sheppard quipped. "I think this is the heart."
Rodney picked at the frayed hole in his pants. "Sorry?"
"This place is like the eye of a storm. Outside this circle it appears to be more dangerous."
"Um... didn't you thought earlier that this was paradise?"
"Briefly." Sheppard smirked. "Finally having you for myself."
Rodney winced. "This place is no forest. It's like a place ripped from one of the strangest dreams I ever had."
"Define strange," Sheppard teased, grinning.
"Don't you know what strange means..." Rodney broke off. There. He'd done it again. Mocking him. "It's nice to see that you're having the time of your life, Major." Rodney glared at him.
"Not yet Rodney. I'm still waiting for you to come around and explore nature's blessing."
What the...? Rodney slapped him. Hit the bugger in the face. Not hard, but purposefully.
"OK then!" Sheppard growled and tossed his gun away. "Let's get physical at last."
Seconds later, they were down on the ground, rolling in the creek bed, clutching at each other's clothes. To this the splashing water turned them soaking wet and briefly Rodney lost his bearings. Oh my! And then Sheppard climbed on top of him. "Military man," he cheered, rocking back and forth.
Sure. "Are you mocking me?"
"Nah. I've never been this serious." The hard-on he was grinding into Rodney's groin made clear how serious. Rodney tried to push him off but only managed to get himself excited as well. Somehow the loony argument had mutated into kinky foreplay.
"Stop enjoying this," Rodney yelped, struggling like a fish in a net. "Look what you did! My clothes are all wet!" Yeah, and my cock is leaking.
"I'll get them off anyway," Sheppard purred like a tomcat in heat, pulling at Rodney's dripping shirt.
"No way!"
"Rodney!" Sheppard snapped, bobbing on him with relish. "Don't make me beg."
Rodney shivered. Wanted to be taken right now. "Major, don't... do... anything you'll regret..."
"I won't regret nothing," Sheppard whispered, lifting his hips. "Open your pants."
"Not so fast," Rodney refused, despite the hardness pressing against the caging fabric. Shit!
"I'll teach you to obey my orders."
"You're not in command of... me," Rodney panted, treading water and pebbles. Whatever. I'm ready. I'm ready to let him have his way with me. He wanted everything Sheppard was about to do to him. And more. Much more.
"Do as I say, or I'll make you," Sheppard said, and kissed him ferociously on the mouth, holding him down with captivating strength.
Yet Rodney kept struggling, feigning outrage. Yeah. Well. Got him nowhere. Sheppard was so much stronger. All their clashes in the past had been playing around. The fierce mouth and the iron grip of Sheppard's hands verified playing around was over. Just as Rodney feared he would faint from the lack of air, Sheppard broke the kiss, panting excitedly. "Well, well, well, Rodney McKay. Don't tell me this is morning wood again. The sun is pretty high in the sky."
Rodney tried to throw him off once more. What is your game? To keep this up forever? What for?
Sheppard grabbed him by the tails of his shirt. "That's where and how I've wanted you to be for a long time." Sheppard's hot mouth enclosed one of his exposed nipples, biting down.
"Major!" Rodney yelped, flailing.
Sheppard ignored him, biting and licking Rodney's sensitive nipples until he squealed with delight. "Oh... God... yes... oh no... not this hard... oooh... holy shit!" Rodney arched up, grinding his groin into Sheppard's touch, the feisty fingertips stroking his arousal in wicked tugs.
Sheppard grinned down at him. "Changed your mind, didn't you? Want me."
Rodney prayed for the stream to take him away, drowning him in oblivion. "This has nothing to do with you...I was just thinking about..."
Sheppard muted him with another kiss. The perfect way to shut him up. The only way Rodney would never mind. A bruising claim that revealed his long-concealed craving and left him at Sheppard's mercy.
"...me, inside you. That's about it," Sheppard grunted, and bared Rodney's cock. "It's a shame to hide such glory." He seized the praised boner, squeezing the length in victorious jerks.
"Rubbish!" Nonetheless Rodney couldn't hold back deep-drawn and delighted groans.
"There you go," Sheppard cheered, licking his lips. "You can't wait for me to suck you to heaven."
"Whatever... shut up... come on..." Rodney spread his limbs and bucked his hips. Stop acting like a big shot and fuck me already.
"Right," Sheppard agreed and made his tongue busy sneaking into Rodney's mouth, exploring every inch thoroughly.
Muffled sounds floated around Rodney's swimming head and water oozing ears. Oh my. It's me. I do this. He bent and fought yet sucked feverishly at the soldier's tongue. Yeah. But is it smart or any good? He broke the kiss. "What...huh? What are we...?"
"We can name it later," Sheppard deadpanned and kept undressing Rodney and himself. That happened so fast Rodney couldn't put a stop to it. Thus, Sheppard had won but Rodney didn't feel like a loser.
Naked at last, they collided in an excitingly slippery turn-on, a teasing game of searing kisses, touches, and grunted gasps.
"I'll make you pay for this," Rodney yet complained as soon as his ass was bedded on a sun-warmed patch of luscious grass.
"Mm-mm," Sheppard commented lapping at Rodney's balls and the sensitive knot beneath.
"Aaah... you ba-" Rodney's babbling was cut off by the most delicate and blissful sensation jumping from his groin down to his toes. Oh my. His cock was rock-hard. Bucking his hips, he pushed deeper into the greedy mouth of the man in command. "Oh... oh Major... oh my... oh John..."
Sheppard let Rodney's cock slide out of his mouth. His green eyes blazed full to the brim with desire. "Say that again."
"John..." he whimpered, pulling him up. He and Sheppard breathed onto each other's lips and then they kissed gently; a kiss much more disturbing than all the fierce kisses they had shared already. A kiss that scared the hell out of Rodney, that told him he was in danger of losing heart and soul to Major John Sheppard. That didn't change what he wanted, and he spread willingly to let Sheppard have it. Suck me now or never.
The military officer smiled his trademark crooked grin then returned his attention to Rodney's cock, first licking and caressing the length, up and down, up, and down, then brushing his lips over the tense head, nibbling, nipping.
The agonizingly slow and fierce deed drove Rodney mad for release. "Please..."
"Sure." John drew the moist cock back into his mouth, giving him everything he had.
"Yeah... come on now… faster... oh John... oh... faster," Rodney begged in a broken voice. The sucking speed redoubled at giving up his name for the third time. "God... yes... faster...now...now..." The sensations rushing through his body made him forget he had ever known such a feeling as shame. He pushed his cock deep into John's mouth, bucking his hips faster and faster, his nerves sharpened and wound up, until at last he exploded. Surrendering his juices with a lustful outcry feeling them running down the Major's throat he burnt charged with vigor. Hell yeah. He stretched his legs and clawed the ground, pulling patches of grass out.
"You taste like the sweetest sugar," John whispered, sounding pleased. "That must be the loads of chocolate you eat all the time."
Is that true? Does he like my taste? Does he like me?
John gave him some room to move around. "I want you so much. I can't stop myself anymore. You calling me John was almost enough to make me come."
"I don't know why. I'm..."
"...fucking hot," Sheppard confessed huskily. "So damn fuckable, Rodney McKay. Don't you know that?"
"I didn't." Rodney smirked. "If I had known me saying your name would give you that much pleasure, I'd have said it earlier."
"I wish you would have," John agreed. "Major this and Major that. It troubled me."
"Is that right, Major?"
"Yeah."
"What does the Major want?"
"Rodney!"
"Right. What does John want?"
"I want to fuck you."
Rodney shifted, his rubbed off ass tingled. "I don't know..."
"Please," John murmured, "Rodney, please. I promise not to hurt you." He bent down, licking him all over, touching him everywhere. His nipples. His bellybutton. The inside of his thighs.
Rodney moaned. I'm lost. Outright. Shame on me. John Sheppard claimed his body like he had every right to and he... he did nothing to prevent it. "Yeah, that's it. Just relax," he heard his irresistible companion whisper while he turned Rodney around and spread his legs open. Now the plush grass tickled Rodney's belly, shooting the weirdest feelings through his veins. That alone made him hard again and as smooth fingers entered him, he was in awe at how much he wanted to be fucked. How much he wanted to feel complete and taken. How much he liked the sensation of being prepared with stunning ease. "John, oh John," he muttered and buried his hands in the greenery around him. He ignored the rustle of creatures luring him to come to them. He focused on John and his slippery and competent fingers. "Oh... oh my... you feel brilliant..."
"Yeah?" John pushed deeper, feeling inside, entering Rodney's wet and tight warmth.
Rodney wriggled. "Ah... yes... more... oh yes... wow..."
"I can't... wait... I-I need to... uh... now," John stuttered, his fingers twitching inside Rodney's narrow passage. "I'm about to come."
"So what?" Rodney snapped, irritated that John Sheppard, superhero, was asking for permission. "Take command."
"Fucking tease!" John growled and unplugged his fingers. "I'll show you!" Seizing Rodney's hips he thrust his cock into Rodney's opening, the taut balls smacking against the flesh of the quivering thighs. Slick with water, spit, and smudged come, he plunged in all the way down to the root.
"Ah!" Rodney cried out, surprised by the change of speed. The attack stripped away the last defenses he had left, and he wriggled his ass and hips pleading for more action, more of John's sharp cock. He wanted to be wounded deep and moist, his tiny knot spread and reamed. Dear God!
"Good boy." John sank his cock in deeper.
Yeah! He was good. So good. He deserved this and more. "Oh Major... oh John... fuck me... oh please fuck me..."
John tightened his grip on Rodney's hips and obeyed, fucking him slowly but purposefully.
Stuck and rubbed down between the smooth, tickling green, whispering creepy naughties, oh nature, and the strong, demanding body of Major John Sheppard, Rodney writhed and whined and got off like a streak at dawn. "Faster... yeah, harder... give it to me, soldier man, more... yes... yes... much more..." His own cock dripping with need, the balls close to bursting, he rubbed like frenzy against the horny grass, the prickly tips stinging his skin wickedly, drawing his very essence.
"There you go!" John fulfilled his wishes, pumping into him like a jumper thundering through waves of water. "Come on, Rodney! Rodney!! Come now!"
"Yes! Yes John! Yes...Yes...YES!"
"Holy Crap! That's a Hail Mary!" John screamed at the lush trees and pounded him yet harder.
Unzipped... ravished... taken... Rodney collapsed into the ground, sunken and consumed by the tiny creatures entering his body nesting there, nibbling, nipping. ...oh my god... He bent, tried to get up, away from the maniac feeling and was marked by John's cock ripping root-and-branch into his ass. "Ah! NOT-!"
"Man!" John snapped. His seed rushed into Rodney's hot center like a flood taking down a city. Roaring with joy, he pressed his body to Rodney's back, pushing him deeper into the feeding grass, pumping himself raw and empty.
Filled to the brim, Rodney spilled himself into the greedy third party, soiling it to the core. And the ground squelched sated while the gnashers stopped its eerie deed. Ouch! Stuck beneath John in a crumpled boneless heap, melting with the green blanket, breathing heavily, Rodney used the grass briefly as a comforting pillow. Though he was the first to move. He just couldn't take the satisfied whispering anymore. The sponging up of his very self. "Um... Major?"
John chuckled. "It's nice to know your respect for me hasn't changed, McKay."
"Huh?"
"Never get tired of calling me by my rank, do you?"
"It's... just habit... I'm not... used to calling you..."
John got up, shaking his legs and arms. "I think it gives you some twisted pleasure to call me Major." He walked over to the water, bent down, and took a mouthful.
"As if. I just..." Rodney eyeballed him with pleasure. God, he's fucking handsome. Yeah. Way too handsome for anyone.
John turned around and cocked his head, a well-known smirk on his lips. "Do I have to fuck you again to make you agree?"
Rodney licked his lips. Don't even blink. Don't let him be the man.
John's smile broadened. "I take that as a yes."
Rodney stumbled to his knees. "I'm fine for now. Thank you, Major."
In a split second, John rushed over and jumped him. They crushed back down into the smacking greenery.
"Let me go! This is insane!"
"Sure. Let's get insane together - again." John shut him up the best way, the only way Rodney wouldn't mind, and no further complaints were neither given nor voiced. Yeah. John won hands down. Well, his hands were busy beautifully. The second round was fought and this time they came together, gifting their loads to nature, grunting lewd and satisfied. In a sprawled mess of grass and come they presented their spattered nakedness for a spell to the brilliant sun.
This time John rose first. "I'm hungry. I'll go and pick some of the berries over there. You can watch me if you like."
"I don't," Rodney huffed, folding his legs.
John barked a laugh. "I imagine a search party from Atlantis finding us right now."
"Not funny," Rodney bitched, clenching his fists.
"Sure, it is." John plucked a bunch of berries and stuffed them into his mouth. Soon his hands and lips were red with the juices.
I want to lick him clean, Rodney mused, exhilarated as well as shocked by his insatiable craving. I've never felt this way before. Well, only about chocolate.
Just then John fetched himself one of the licorice things and started licking. "This stuff is tasty. I'm starting to get used to it."
Rodney gulped. This is too much. Stop it please. His cock twitched. God!
"What's up?" John slurred and stopped licking.
"Nothing much." He put his hands on his crotch.
"Right." John smirked. "Looks kinda plenty."
"Leave me be." Rodney rolled onto his stomach.
John strolled over and hovered above him. "Are you showing off so nicely to inspire me?"
"Certainly not!" Rodney blurted and spun back around.
"Ah, man." John threw the licorice away. "How about decloaked?"
Rodney stared up at him. This is not a situation during which me being a genius is going to be of any avail.
Inching down to the ground, John grabbed Rodney's hands and pinned them above his head. "Hey there, Rodney."
"Hey what?" Rodney croaked.
"I really liked fucking you."
"I really liked being fucked by you."
"Okay, great. But?"
"But if we start again, I'm not gonna be able to stop - in time."
"Sounds good."
"Doesn't it?" Rodney sighed. "Seriously, John. I'm exhausted, and this place makes me alarmingly giddy."
"Oh yeah?" John rubbed himself hard against Rodney's thighs. "Let's check it out."
"Or not."
Yep. Nice try. In a flash John was on top and inside Rodney for the third time. "John," he groaned, flailing. "Don't you think...?" Only his speech was swallowed by John's bossy tongue. The gurgling of the stream attended their stifled grunts and whimpers throughout their passionate long hours seeding the clearing's area.
Two days and nights went by during which they drifted into a strange sort of laziness, fucking repeatedly. They stopped wondering about a way out of the woods. They even stopped caring about the outside world. They reached a point at which their home Atlantis became a distant memory while they only lived for water, food, and sex. It was possible they could have stayed lost in these woods forever, fucking each other senseless until the end of days, adding to the growth of the creatures keeping them here, feeding into their needs. But then the magic spell, or was it a curse, got broken by an eerie event. Sheer horror brought them back to reality. Though not Rodney's fear of whispering leaves and strange tree devils but the one fear Major John Sheppard couldn't handle. His worst personal nightmare.
